Blaine came home from a long day at the office, he was planning on having a nice evening with is family. See Kurt was off today fore, good Friday, he was planning on walking into a peaceful house. That was all broken when he got to the top of the stares and hared, the loudest crying ever. Blaine took off into a sprint down the hall, when he got to the door to the apartment he flung it open. The site he was when he opened the door was funny, and sad. Kurt was sitting on the floor holding toys, and making funny faces over a scramming Zeppelin.

“Every thing okay?” Blaine asked as he came in and kicked to door closed behind him.

“Thank god. She has been crying for the last tow hours. I’ve changed her diaper feed her, fix it please.” Kurt said as he walked over to Blaine and handed him Zeppelin. Kurt then walked down the hall and into the bathroom.

“What’s the matter Zepp? Come on lets go check your diaper.” Blaine said as he walked to Zeppelins room. The diaper was clean, but she was still crying. Blaine then sat down in the rocking chair and started to sing.

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you

to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

By now Zeppelin had stopped crying and Blaine was now walking around the room rocking her in his arms.

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a