We all fall down

“Mum! Mum! They're ready! Quickly!” An over excitable six year old called out to his mother who was in the garden on a comfortably warm summers afternoon. The boy ran back to the oven and used his overly large oven mittens to open the door and drag the tray out. With his tongue stuck out in concentration he moved them over to the centre island and slid them onto the counter.
A sweet aroma of lemon drifted through the kitchen as the woman rushed in from the garden wiping her hands on her apron.
“Well then lets have a look at them! Oh honey they look wonderful!” The woman beamed down at the little boy who was sporting his favourite light blue bowtie. The woman bent down and wiped a bit of flour off his cheek smiling affectionate.
“Do you want to try one!” The boy asked peering closer at the freshly made muffins.
“Well of course I do, but you go ahead and pick one first, you put the most energy in so you deserve the first taste,” The woman said picking out two plates from the cupboard for them from and setting them on the counter.
The little boy looked closely at his muffins before picking one out and taking a bit.
“OW! Ow! Ow! Oooowwww,” The little boy hollered running over to the tap.
“Twas tog rhot,” the boy mumbled through the water. The woman walked over to him and saw his eyes swelling up with tears.
A quick trip to the fridge and the woman passed the boy an ice cube. He put it in his mouth sniffing.
The woman held the little boys face and whispered.
“Just close your eyes Kurt and count down from 5. By the end of the countdown you will barley feel the pain. Ready? 5…4…3…2…1.”
Kurt opened his eyes and nodded.
“Feels better already,” The boy managed smiling at his mum.
“If pain ever gets too much for you Kurt I want you to do that countdown, okay?”
“Okay.”

Carol had started to worry for Kurt. It has been eight days since his dads death and all the boy would do was sit up in the spare room. He would come down for dinner at seven, pick at his food, not say a word then return to his room. All his glee friends had come to visit including his teacher but he had refused to see anyone. Carol was trying her hardest to get through to him that he was not alone but it just wasn’t working.
Finn was getting rather angry at Kurt. Sure the dude was upset of course he was his dad has just died, heck he would go insane if his mum ever did. But to shut out all his friends who are just worried and concerned about him was just uncalled for. Maybe he would talk to him tomorrow? Man on man. Or well whatever. Finn turned off his lamp and switched on his tv resuming his heavy Xbox war that had been going for five nights in a row.
Carol settled down in her double bed and flicked her bedside lamp off making a plan for possibly getting Kurt to talk the next day.
A couple rooms down a window slid open and a figure slipped out walking into the night.