“And I did some drawing!” Kurt exclaimed jumping up and down as he spoke to his dad. He couldn’t help it, there was all this excitement building up inside of him and he just wanted to jump around and dance like a crazy person. He giggled at the thought of a crazy person dancing and looked at his Dad who was watching him with a fond smile. “And I had to speak to Danny.” He added, Finn had said Burt would want to know all about that.

“Did he help?” Burt asked.

“He made my head hurt. He was asking questions that I didn’t know how to answer, because I didn’t remember.” Kurt sighed sitting down in the chair next to his father and curling his legs up under his body. “Will I remember soon?”

“I hope so. Let’s not force it though. The doctor said when your mind is ready then you’ll remember.” Burt smiled softly, he reached over and played with his hair. “What else did you do then?”

“I sat in the book area with my new friend.” Kurt grinned. “His name’s Blaine, and he doesn’t speak, like at all. So it was mostly me talking, but then I didn’t talk and we just sat together, and when I got up to do some more drawing he came with me. Then he smiled at me when I had to go. So he’s my friend, and I can’t wait to see him tomorrow.” Kurt sighed happily.

“I’m glad you have a friend,” Burt smiled. Burt bit his lip, he wished he could say that to the sixteen year old boy going through hell in high school with no one beside him. “Why doesn’t he talk?” Burt asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” Kurt shrugged, deep in thought. “I think he can. When i said bye it looked as though he was trying to say something. Maybe he’s just shy.” Kurt said hoping that he was right.

“Maybe.” Burt smiled.

“Tell me a story?” Kurt yawned curling up on his bed, Finn jumping next to him.

“A story?” Finn frowned. “What kind of a story?”

“My Mom used to tell me stories when i went to sleep. I just thought... It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Kurt whispered looking down.

Sensing Kurt’s sadness at the thought of being rejected, Finn ran a hand through Kurt’s hair and pulled him so he was in a more comfortable position against him. “I’m not much of a story teller.” Finn said quietly. “But how about I sing to you?”

“I’d like that.” Kurt whispered looking up at him. Finn nodded his head and started to sing, he watched as Kurt’s eyelids slowly start to droop, and he didn’t stop singing until he was sure that Kurt was fast asleep.

Kurt woke up with a smile on his face, there was something warm pressed against him and tight arms around him. When he looked up he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Finn fast asleep next to him. Kurt sat up quietly looking around, he wanted to get dressed so he could go and see Blaine. He crawled out of his brother's arms and went to his closet. He knew he had a lot of clothes but every time he saw them he couldn’t help but grin. He liked playing dress up, and he was glad that it looked like the sixteen year old him still liked dressing up too. He pulled on a pair of tight white skinny jeans, a blue shirt and he found a selection of bow ties. He grinned and put a light yellow one on. He found a pair of converses and slipped them on and tiptoed to the kitchen, not wanting to wake anyone up.

“You’re up early.” Kurt jumped when he saw Carol sitting on the sofa, a cup of what smelled like hot chocolate in her hands. “Would you like some?”

Kurt nodded, he hadn’t spent much time with the woman that he figured was his new Mom despite what his father said about her not replacing his mother. “Please.” He whispered, knowing his dad wouldn’t like it if he was mean to her.

“So how come you’re up so early? Not that it’s a surprise, you normally get up at around this time to put on all your creams.” She smiled. Kurt frowned, he had seen different creams on his side and hadn’t even touched them this morning. Should he have?

“Here we go,” She smiled as she set a cup of hot chocolate on the side. “Careful it’s a bit hot.”

“Thank you, Carol.” Kurt whispered and took it slowly. She led him to the sofas and he sat down, still careful not to spill the drink. “Did you sleep okay? I came in and saw you next to Finn. I know he’s known as a blanket stealer.”

Kurt giggled. The idea of someone stealing blankets made him smile. “I slept okay. He sung to me. I asked him to read me a story but he said he wasn’t good at that, but he could sing. It was pretty.”

“He has a good voice. I don’t know where he gets it from. I can’t sing a note in tune to save my life.” She chuckled. “You though, your voice is amazing.”

“Mine?” Kurt frowned. “I can sing?”

“Like an angel.” Carol whispered. “You and Finn sing in glee club together. That’s how you met.”

“I don’t remember.” Kurt mumbled looking down. “I wish I did. I see it in my dads eyes, he doesn’t know who I am and I don’t really know who he is. We’re both different.” Kurt pulled his knees to his chest and held onto them tightly. Carol took a deep intake of breath, she couldn’t stand seeing Kurt so lost. She got up out of her armchair and walked over, wrapping her arms tight around him.

“Your dad loves you with all his heart. He wants you better. He knows that your mind needs this, and he’s going to be here for you every step of the way. You and I both know that your dad doesn’t have the best way with words sometimes, he can be a bit awkward can’t he?”

“Sometimes.” Kurt giggled, holding onto her tightly.

“He hasn’t changed. He’s still the father who held you when you cried, who laughed with you at cartoons, who played tea parties with you.”

“He is?” Kurt blinked, looking up at her.

“Of course he is. It’s the weekend tomorrow, how about we get you two to do something together?”

“I’d like that.” Kurt whispered, wiping his eyes quickly. He didn’t like crying. “With you and Finn too?”

“If you’d like us there, of course.” Carol smiled, playing with his hair.

“I would.” Kurt whispered. “Thank you Carol.” Kurt leaned up and placed a soft kiss to her cheek before settling against her and waiting for it to be time for him to go and see Blaine.