Kurt's stomach was toed in knots as he pushed open the front room door, when it's open Carol and Finn are standing there, broad grins on their faces. There was balloons everywhere and Kurt giggled; there were some on the floor so he could easily play with them. He rocked on the balls of his feet and stared at the tall boy. He had kind eyes, he looked like a Prince from the stories his Mom used to read to him.

"Erm, hey Kurt. You probably don't remember me, what with your head... But I'm Finn. I'm your step-brother." His voice was soft, nervous. Kurt giggled because it sounded cute.

"I like the name Finn." He said softly and held out his hand. Finn grinned and shook it. "I like the balloons, can I play?"

"You going to say hello to Carol first?" Burt said, nudging him a little towards the kind hearted woman watching him.

"Hi Carol." He whispered. "Thank you for the balloons."

"You're welcome sweetie, how are you feeling?"

"My arm's a bit itchy and my sides are sore. But I'm okay. Thank you." He whispered, because his mommy always taught him to be nice to people. He looked over at the balloons and then back at his dad who nodded his head. Kurt grinned and rushed towards the ones on the floor and started to play with them, moving them around and throwing them around, giggling.

"Hey, can I play too?" Finn smiled sitting crossed legged opposite him. Kurt tilted his head and watched him. He looked nice, and it would be nice to play with someone. He looked over at his dad who was talking to Carol, they were smiling over something and Kurt looked down. He remembered when his dad used to smile at his Mom. The smile was too much the same.

"Kay." Kurt whispered.

Finn frowned, he noticed the way Kurt looked over at his Mom and Burt and bit his lip. Carol did say he'd still be feeling the loss of his Mom, and Finn just wanted to pull him in his arms and protect him from everything. "Hey, let's see if we can keep it in the air as long as possible."

Kurt looked as though he was thinking about it before nodding his head and standing up, he winced quietly as Finn helped him. "You okay?" He whispered.

"It's achy and sore and I don't like it." Kurt whispered. "But my daddy said I was brave and brave boys don't get sore."

"Brave boys get sore all the time." Finn said, taking Kurt's hand and leading him to the sofa, smiling when Kurt sits closer to him. "Superman, he's like the bravest man ever right?" Kurt nodded his head, he knew Superman was brave but he didn't really know much about him. "He got hurt all the time. Doesn't make him any less brave."

"It's not very brave to fall down the stairs." Kurt mumbled looking down.

Finn bit his lip. His Mom had explained Kurt's condition to him. He didn't understand it at all, all he knew was that Kurt thought he was nine years old and he didn't know about anything else but being a child, and it was up to him to remember at his own pace.

"Maybe you were chasing some bad guys." Finn smiled. "Or maybe the bad guys tripped you up in their evil escape to get away."

Kurt's eyes widened, he bit at his lip and Finn noticed just how young he looked. He still looked like Kurt, but he was youthful, he looked innocent, too innocent. "Okay. That's what happened." Kurt agreed. "I'm like super man and the evil men pushed me, but then Super Finn went pow." Kurt giggled, resting his head on Finns shoulder.

"I went pow." Finn smiled. He'd tried to go pow, but no one was talking. He had his ideas on who had done it, but Burt had told him the police would deal with it, right now all that was important was Kurt, and Finn couldn't help but agree with that.

"Boys." Carol said looking over at Finn and Kurt, she couldn't help but smile when she saw how they were sitting together. Like brothers. Finn looked like the perfect older brother, and Kurt the innocent younger boy. "We're going to order some dinner. Pizza okay Kurt?"

"Pizza dude." Finn grinned.

"Pizza." Kurt smiled, looking up at Finn. "Can we play will it comes?"

"Course." Finn grinned and jumped up.

"Kurt. You okay?" Burt asked, smiling as he sat next to his son on his bed later that night. Kurt was in a pair of pyjamas, he was close to sleep because of the pain killers, and looked like he was ready to nod off any minute.

"I'm okay." He yawned. "Are you okay daddy?"

"I'm okay." Burt smiled. "Tomorrow, you have a session with a doctor. It's at a day centre, that's a bit like school, but it's run by specialists who can help you."

"Will you be there?" Kurt whispered, scared. "And Finn. I like Finn."

"How about I take you there, sit with you for a little while and then you can play there for a couple of hours and then Finn can come and pick you up?"

"Who would I play with whilst I'm there?" Kurt frowned. "I don't like playing on my own now that I know I can play with Finn."

"There's lots of kids there." Burt smiled. "You'll make new friends to play with."

"Okay." He whispered. "I'll be brave."

Burt smiled and rubbed his cheek. "Get some sleep yeah?" Kurt nodded and snuggled against his pillow. "Night Kurt." Burt said softly.

"Night daddy." He yawned, before falling asleep holding onto the pillow tightly.