"This is your new home, Kurt. Afraid you'll be an only child, but your new mother and I will be spoiling you quite a bit. Hope you don't mind." He smiled, hoping he could try and cheer Kurt up a bit. The boy remained silent, looking about. As scared as Kurt looked, he also looked rather curious. That kept Burt hopeful that it would not take Kurt too long to adjust to his new life.

Getting out of the car, Burt went to the trunk and got Kurt's little suitcase out. Then he went to the passenger side door and opened it so Kurt could hop out. "We weren't really sure if we were going to be adopting a boy or a girl yet, so your room isn't really decorated. Besides, we figured you might like to do that yourself. Let's go inside." He led the way into the house, walking slowly so Kurt could take in his surroundings.

They went through the kitchen and into the living room. Kurt took one look at the d�cor and wrinkled his nose. "Those colors don't go well together."

Burt's eyes widened in surprise but then he just chuckled, steering Kurt up the stairs. "Well, maybe you could give me a few pointers some time. I'm not the best when it comes to matching things." The living room was the one room that his wife had let him do most of the decorating for, considering it was where he spent most of his time, watching football or other sports.

The corner of Kurt's mouth almost twitched up, but he ignored it. How could he ever smile again when he had just lost the best person in his life? His best friend; the boy whose hand fit perfectly in his.

Burt knocked on a door at the top of the stairs.

"Come in!" A pretty voice called from inside.

Burt opened the door and let Kurt walk in first. Kurt hesitated but then stepped tentatively inside.
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"Aw, hello, Kurt." A very pretty lady was lying above the covers, dressed in silken pajamas. Her legs were in casts and propped up on pillows. She set the book aside that she had been reading and patted the spot next to her. "Would you like to sit down?"

Kurt's eyes had widened when he had first spotted Mrs. Hummel. She reminded him of his real mother, except, he had to admit, this lady was a lot prettier. Her voice was very clear and pretty too. It was like he was staring at an angel. He was frozen to the spot though and could not bring himself to move any closer or far away.

"Is he shy?" Mrs. Hummel asked her husband.

Burt smiled and moved closer, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I think once he gets more comfortable with everything he'll talk just plenty. Why don't you go sit next to your mother, Kurt? As you can see she can't really come see you." Burt smiled sadly.

Kurt looked up at his new father then back to the pretty lady who was smiling at him still. He finally managed to get his feet to move, slowly moving closer to his new mother. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he held his hand out to her, shaking slightly. Upon closer inspection he noticed her eyes were almost the same shade of his own, just a tad bit darker. And she smelled really nice too. Kind of flowery.

Mrs. Hummel knew instantly what Kurt wanted; wanting not only for his hand to be held, but for the reassurance that everything would be alright. She wanted to give that to him. As soon as she had seen him she had thought 'this is our son, and I will do anything to protect him.' And she would. She reached up and took Kurt's hand in her own, holding it tightly.

Kurt's eyes filled with tears again as she took his hand. He lay down and curled up beside her, not letting go of her hand as he cried himself to sleep a second time.

Mrs. Hummel's own eyes saddened as she watched the boy cry himself to sleep. When he had finally quieted and was breathing somewhat evenly, she looked over at her husband. "He's perfect, Burt. But is he alright? He seems so sad."

Burt sighed and shook his head, sitting at the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Kurt. "He was really close to another boy at the orphanage. Separating them was difficult. Kurt was really upset about it. Plus I'm sure he's a bit overwhelmed at all this change."

"Oh dear..." She reached out with her free hand, the one that wasn't still held tightly in Kurt's, and brushed the boy's bangs away from his face.

"I talked to Ms. Rose before we left. I asked her to give us a call whenever the other boy was adopted so we could get in touch with the family and hopefully get them together again." Burt gave the sleeping boy a sad smile. "Hopefully that won't be too long in the future."

Mrs. Hummel smiled up at her husband. "Well, until then, and after, we'll just have to make sure we take really good care of this beautiful boy and make sure he's as happy as can be. He really is beautiful."

"Wait till you hear him sing." Burt smiled. "I'm going to go sleep in the guest room tonight. I think Kurt's fine right where he is." He leaned over and gave his wife a kiss. Then he kissed Kurt's forehead as well.

As he headed for the doorway his wife stopped him. "Burt," she whispered softly, "thank you."

Burt Hummel smiled, turning back to his wife. "I love you."

"I love you too." She replied. They smiled to one another one last time before Burt left the room, turning the light off for them.
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In the morning, Kurt woke up and for a short moment thought he was back at his old home, before the orphanage. There was a soft hand holding his and a pretty female's voice was humming softly next to him.

His heart dropped when he remembered where he was. Just yesterday he had been in the orphanage, close to his best friend, Blaine, and now...now he was at this new home, four hours away.

As if sensing he was now awake, Mrs. Hummel started singing softly to the tune she had been humming earlier. It was a song Kurt recognized from one of the Disney movies he had watched a long time ago with his real mother.

Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part, baby of mine.

Little one when you play

Don't you mind what you say

Let those eyes sparkle and shine

Never a tear, baby of mine.

Kurt felt safe lying next to Mrs. Hummel. His eyes still closed, Kurt sang quietly with her, their voices close in range together.

If they knew sweet little you

They'd end up loving you too

All those people who scold you

What they'd give just for

The right to hold you

From your head to your toes

You're not much, goodness knows

But you're so precious to me

Cute as can be, baby of mine

When they finished singing they were quiet for a moment, then Mrs. Hummel spoke quietly. "You have a beautiful voice, Kurt. Do you like Disney movies?"

Kurt finally opened his eyes. He looked up towards Mrs. Hummel and nodded in reply.

"Great." Mrs. Hummel smiled brightly. "We could watch a few movies tonight before bed if you'd like."

Kurt thought that was a great idea. Though he could not help thinking it would be nice to watch the movies with Blaine who had never seen them yet.

There was a knock on the door and Burt looked into the room. "Good morning! How'd everyone sleep?"

"Just wonderfully." Mrs. Hummel replied, smiling.

"How about you, Kurt? Karen didn't keep you up with her snoring, did she?"

"Burt!" Mrs. Hummel giggled. "I do not snore!"

A small giggle escaped Kurt before he could stop himself. It had smiles brightening on both Burt and Karen's faces.

"Well...I know it's not me snoring loud enough to-"

"Now just you shush." Karen shook her head, still giggling. She turned her face towards Kurt. "How did you sleep, sweetie? Are you hungry?"

"Okay..." Kurt replied quietly. He nodded at Mrs. Hummel's question. "I'm a tiny bit hungry."

"Burt makes rather yummy pancakes...well, that's about all he can make, really. Lazy bum never learned how to cook."

"Hey!" Burt laughed, shaking his finger at his wife. "Don't need to scare him off from my cooking right off the bat! I'm not bad at cooking, Kurt, don't worry. I'm just...limited as to what I can make. How do pancakes sound though? With blueberries too?"

Kurt's eyes widened a bit. He had not had pancakes in ages. "I love pancakes!" His sudden enthusiasm surprised even himself, and his face reddened a tiny bit as he looked back down at the comforter.

"Great." Burt grinned. "I'll go get started on those." He disappeared and went downstairs.

There was silence in the room for a bit then Kurt turned back to Karen. "When are you going to get those off?"He asked curiously.

"Next week, actually." Mrs. Hummel smiled. "Almost perfect timing too. Burt and I want to plan a trip for the three of us. It'll be hard going anywhere with me unable to walk about."

"Where will we be going?" Kurt was rather intimidated by the thought of going on an actual trip.

"Well, that hasn't been decided yet." Mrs. Hummel informed him. "We'd like your opinion, of course. So you'll have to tell us if there's anywhere you'd like to visit."

Kurt's immediate thought was 'back to the orphanage to see Blaine', but he was really scared to tell Karen that. What if his new parents got mad at him? He did not think they would, but he was not going to take chances. "Um...I'll think about it."Other than the orphanage he had no idea what other places he might like to visit.

"Alright." Mrs. Hummel smiled. "And Kurt, I'd like you to know that you can always talk to me about anything, okay? I know all these new changes must be scary and difficult for you, but Burt and I are your parents now. We want to do the best job we can to take care of you and give you the best life possible. You can trust us."

Kurt listened quietly, his gaze on Karen's face. He could see it in her eyes – she was not lying to him. And he really wanted to trust these two adults who had adopted him. Reaching out, he took her hand in his again and nodded. "Thank you." He whispered softly.

Karen smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand tightly. "You like holding hands a lot, don't you?"

"Is that a bad thing?" Kurt looked up quickly, scared a tiny bit.

"Oh! No, of course not, honey." She smiled reassuringly at him. "I was just wondering."

"I do." Kurt nodded; his expression was rather sad suddenly. "Blaine held my hand because he said it would make me feel better. And it did all the time. Holding your hand makes me feel safe too."

Burt came in and set two trays out on the bed for his wife and Kurt. He set a third one at the chair near the bed.

Karen waited until her husband had brought their breakfast in and was sitting in the room with them before she spoke again. "Burt told me you had a really close friend there. Was that Blaine?"

Kurt nodded, taking a tiny bite of his pancakes. Oh, they were really yummy. He smiled despite his current sadness.

"Has he been there long?" Burt asked; glad to see Kurt seemed to be enjoying the pancakes he had made.

"He told me his parents died when he was two." Kurt told them. "No one else in his family wanted him so he was sent there."

"Oh..." Karen frowned.

"He played the piano for me and when I was sad he held my hand." Kurt continued, his eyes tearing up a bit again. "Whenever either of us were scared or sad we just held each other's hand and that made everything better."

"Blaine seems like quite a good friend." Mrs. Hummel smiled sadly at the boy in front of her. Kurt looked so small and lost all of a sudden. It broke her heart.

"He is." Kurt went quiet, poking at his pancakes with his fork. "Our hands were like puzzle pieces. They fit together real well." He added quietly. "I miss him."

Burt and Karen shared a quick look. Something seemed to pass between them and they remained silent for a few minutes before Burt finally spoke up.

"Well, I asked Ms. Rose before we left to call and let us know when Blaine was adopted. That way we can hopefully contact his new family and you two can see each other again."

Kurt looked up, hope filling his eyes. "Really?"

"Really." Burt replied; glad to see his new son looking a bit happier.

"Thank you!" Kurt looked back down at his plate, feeling a lot better than he had before. "These pancakes are yummy."

"Thanks." Burt chuckled. "So, after we finish eating how about we get you in a change of clothing and then let you see your new room?"

"Okay!"
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Kurt felt somewhat guilty for having so much fun. He really should be upset still over having had to leave Blaine. And he was still sad, he just could not help smiling and enjoying the fun time he was having with his new parents.

After they had finished breakfast, Burt had told him that they should probably let Karen rest for a little bit. They went downstairs and Kurt helped him wash the dishes. Burt told him a lot about their extended family and about the town Kurt now lived in. Kurt was very curious and had lots of questions. He was glad his new father never seemed to get annoyed with answering him.

After they finished in the kitchen, Kurt took hold of Burt's hand and dragged him into the living room. He wanted to explore the house a bit and ask more questions.

There was a rather nicely decorated Christmas tree – it looked like the kinds you saw on post cards. Mrs. Hummel had directed her husband in decorating it, since she could not do so herself like she usually did every year – sitting in the corner of the living room. Kurt had not noticed it the night before but now he went over and gazed at it in wonder. "It's so pretty!" Though he really thought there should be more sparkly, glittery decorations. Maybe he could make some for next year.

Then Kurt was dragging Burt elsewhere, looking every which way to take in all his surroundings. They went down a staircase and Kurt opened a door to see it was the basement. "There's quite a bit of stuff in here, isn't there?"

Burt laughed. "Yep. It's just the basement, nothing too exciting down here."

"I like this room though." It was rather nice. Even for all the dust and boxes. Kurt was about to turn to head back up the stairs when he spotted something big covered in the corner of the room. "What's that?" He asked curiously.

"What? Oh," Burt shrugged, "it's just the old piano Karen's mother gave us when we were married. I think Karen forgot about it after we moved here."

Kurt was quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. Music ran through his mind, the pretty piece Blaine had played for him the second day after his arrival at the orphanage. "Does it still work?"

Burt wondered at his new son's interest in the old piano. The boy was a great singer...maybe music was a really big interest for him and he wanted to learn. "I'm sure it does. Probably needs tuned though. I'll see about getting it looked at, how about that?"

Kurt nodded happily. "I'd love that! Thank you!" Learning how to play could not be that hard, right? Right. Kurt was determined to learn.

"Let's go back upstairs!" Kurt tugged on Burt's hand and led the way back up the stairs. Once they reached the top he looked about then turned to Burt. "Where's my room?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Burt laughed. "Come on, sport. This way."

Kurt wrinkled his nose at being called 'sport'. He knew 'sweetie' was a bit girly, but he liked it much better than 'sport'. Maybe it would be too weird for Burt to call him that though.

He followed Burt up to the second floor and down the hallway till they reached the end. There was a closed door at the end of the hallway and Burt opened it. "Here you go. All yours. Once we go out shopping we can see to picking out a few decorations, how about it?"

"Yes!" Kurt loved his new room. He walked in and spun in a slow circle. It was plain looking right now, the walls white and the only furniture being a bed, a dresser, the closet, and a small desk with a chair that spun, but Kurt loved it. Even better that it was so plain, because he suddenly had quite a few awesome ideas on how to decorate the room. "When do we get to decorate?"

Burt laughed, looking rather pleased that Kurt liked his room. "We can go to the store today, if you'd like. And then we'll surprise your mother with pizza for dinner and we can watch those movies you wanted to see."

Kurt nodded enthusiastically to this plan.

They made sure to let Karen know where they were going before leaving the house. That way she wouldn't wake up and worry about them.

On the drive to the store, Burt drove around the town a bit so Kurt could look about and familiarize himself with everything. "It's not a huge town, but it has plenty to do." Sort of. Well, it was not like Kurt would be going out to the mall any time in the near future to just hang out with kids from school. So Burt was not too worried.

Kurt was a little overwhelmed when they first walked into the store – it was huge – and he clung tightly to Burt's hand. "Where should we start?" He asked; his eyes wide open. It seemed like the store was too big for them to get through it all in one day.

Burt chuckled and squeezed Kurt's hand reassuringly, letting him know he wasn't going anywhere. "We'll start here with the furniture then head on over to the more decorative stuff." Honestly Burt had little to no idea when it came to decorating, but hopefully between knowing the basics and letting Kurt have fun deciding himself, things would work out well.

It was going to be a fun day.
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By the time they got back home, Kurt was exhausted. That was a lot of walking for a six year old. Burt promised him that he would put the new bookshelf together in the next couple of days. The room itself would not get painted until the next week.

As they waited for the pizza to arrive, Karen asked Kurt about his adventures at the store as Burt got the movies ready.

"Did you have lots of fun?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah! There was a lot of stuff there. I thought it would take forever!"

Karen giggled. "It is a rather big store. I can't wait to see all the decorations you picked out. What color paint did you pick out for your room?"

"Sky blue." Kurt replied. He had been very particular about his color choices while they had been looking for stuff, because, for some reason or other, he just really liked to make sure the colors always looked well together.

"The boy is about as picky as you when it comes to colors. He was very serious about making sure everything matched." Burt informed his wife.

Karen giggled, shrugging. "At least I'll have someone else around now to complain with about that living room." She smirked, placing her arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"Ack," Burt threw his hands up in defeat, "I'm outnumbered!" The door bell rang, saving Burt from being ganged up on further.

While he went to get the pizza, Kurt wiggled away from Karen's arm and slid off the bed. He went over to his new parents' dresser and looked at the picture that was sitting on top. Pictures were fun to look at.

The picture on top of the dresser was of Karen and Burt on the day of their wedding. They were both dressed up very nicely, standing side by side in front of a pretty church. "You look really pretty in this picture." Kurt turned his head to look over at Karen.

"Aw, why thank you, Kurt." Karen beamed. "That's one of my most favorite pictures of me and Burt. And that day was one of the best days of my life. We're going to have to get a picture of you to put on that dresser too."

Kurt suddenly wished he had a picture of him and Blaine together.

He smiled lightly and set the picture carefully back down, noticing a pretty little box sitting on the top of the dresser as well. It must be a jewelry box or something. Then he skipped back over to the bed and hopped up, mindful of Karen's legs as he curled up next to her again, resting his head upon her shoulder. It was hard for him to try and fight back a yawn, because he was starting to feel really sleepy. He was looking forward to watching the movies too much though to fall asleep.

"Alrighty, pizza!" Burt came back into the room, carrying the box and some plates and napkins. "Everyone be careful not to make a mess."

Once they each had some pizza, Burt got the movie started. They were going to watch Beauty and the Beast because Kurt had never seen that one before.

By the time the movie was over Kurt could barely keep his eyes open. It looked like they weren't going to be watching a second movie that night.

"Do you want to sleep in your own room tonight, Kurt?" Karen asked softly. Kurt just looked so adorable when he was tired and trying so hard to stay awake.

Kurt was slightly unused to making a lot of decisions for himself so he was not completely sure if he was allowed to say yes to the question or not. The idea of sleeping in his own room was kind of fun.

"If you can't sleep, or something frightens you, we'll be right down the hall." Burt added.

After giving it a few seconds of thought, Kurt finally nodded. "Alright."

So after some cleaning up, Kurt and his new father brought all of Kurt's room stuff they had gotten at the store up to his new room and set it off to the side. Kurt would be able to decorate whenever he would like. For now though it was time to get some sleep.

After brushing his teeth and getting into pajamas, Kurt and Burt made Kurt's bed up together. The sheets Kurt had picked out were white, though the top, fuzzy blanket he had picked out was a matching sky blue to the paint that would be going on his walls later.

"Don't forget, we're right down the hall and we'll leave the door open for you, okay?" Burt told him quietly as he tucked him into bed.

Kurt nodded and clutched the blanket somewhat nervously. He hadn't slept in a room alone in a long time.

"Night, Kurt." Burt smiled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Kurt's forehead.

"Night..." Kurt was unsure whether he was ready to call Burt 'daddy' yet, so he left it at just 'night'. Maybe in the near future he could call him that, but it must be too soon to do so now. Right?

Before leaving the room, Burt went into Kurt's bathroom that joined with the bedroom and picked up his son's clothing to put it in the laundry basket. As he picked up Kurt's jeans, a piece of paper fluttered out of a pocket. Curious, Burt picked it up and glanced to see if there was anything on it.

In small childish letters the word 'courage' looked up at him. Courage.

Setting the piece of paper down on the sink counter, Burt finished putting the clothing into the laundry basket.

As he walked out of the bathroom and headed for the bedroom door, he noticed Kurt was already asleep. He could not help but just watch Kurt sleep for a while. His son looked calm and peaceful in his sleep. It was a nice image. After a minute, Burt left, leaving the door open as he went back to his and his wife's room.
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Halfway through the night, Kurt woke up; almost startled at first to find himself alone until he remembered he was sleeping in his own room that night. The moon was shining in through his window slightly, leaving a streak of pale light across the bottom of his bed. Slightly unnerved by the fact that he was alone, Kurt quietly got up and left the room, making his way carefully down the hallway until he made it to his new parents' room.

Both Karen and Burt were fast asleep and Kurt was afraid to wake them. He really did not want to be alone though, so he carefully crawled onto the bed and made his way up till he could lie down between them. It did not take long for him to fall back asleep.
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Neither Karen nor Burt was completely surprised when they woke up in the morning to see Kurt sleeping in the bed between them.

When Kurt woke up as well he was slightly embarrassed at first for not having been able to make the night alone in his own room, but his parents reassured him it was quite alright. Burt made them breakfast again but he had to go to work that day so he could not stay and join them. Kurt was curious about the garage that Burt ran, but Burt told him he'd tell him about it later that night and that, if Kurt would like, he could even visit it at some point. Burt was kind of hoping - since they had adopted a boy - that maybe Kurt would actually like to help him out at the garage in the future once he was older. And maybe he'd be interested in sports and such as well so they could have fun bonding moments.

Kurt happily told Karen he would have no problem cleaning the dishes, considering he had helped the day before and Burt had showed him where everything went. After being told to be careful, Kurt went downstairs and got to work cleaning. All the stuff in the kitchen was interesting to him and when he spotted one of Karen's cookbooks, he could not help but skim through it a bit. Maybe Karen would teach him how to cook too? He still had to ask her about the piano later.

After finishing up the dishes, Kurt went back upstairs and proudly told Karen that he had finished. She asked him what he wanted to do next and he told her that he wanted to take a bath and then brush his teeth. When she seemed a bit worried about him, he informed her that he would be okay and that he had done all that stuff by his self at the orphanage before.

"And I'll just sing while in the bath that way you won't have to worry about thinking I've drowned or anything." He thought that was a pretty smart idea.

"Alright." Karen smiled. It would be nice hearing Kurt sing again. "If you need anything just let me know...er, not that I can do much, stuck here, but I'll do the best I can."

Kurt giggled and nodded. "Okay. Thank you..." He could not bring himself to call Karen 'mommy' yet; maybe even more so than calling Burt 'daddy'. He really liked Karen, but he still remembered his real mommy really well and still somehow thought that there had to be another reason out there – besides the one of her not loving him anymore – as to why she had had to leave him at the orphanage. And he had not yet figured out that calling Karen 'mommy' did not mean that his real mother couldn't be his mommy too anymore.

Kurt smiled shyly then waved and left the room, heading for his own room. His bed was still unmade from when he left it the past night. He made it real quick; making sure to smooth out the wrinkles so it looked really nice before going over to his suitcase. It did not take long for him to unpack his few belongings. Even though it seemed kind of silly to separate all his clothing in separate drawers, Kurt did so anyway because he liked to keep things neat and organized. Grabbing some clean clothes, he went into his bathroom and kept the door open – that way Karen could hear him still while he sang to reassure her he hadn't drowned at all.

It was kind of weird having a bathroom all to his self. He had never had one before, always having to share with the other boys at the orphanage or, when he was still living with his real parents, with his mom and dad since their little apartment only had one bathroom. He liked having a bathroom all to himself though. He could neatly organize his stuff and place things wherever he liked without having to worry about annoying anyone else.

Turning the bath on, he spotted some shampoo, conditioner, and soap on a tiny rack hanging up inside the shower. It was easily within his reach. He reached across the tub and picked up the shampoo. Opening it he took a small sniff. It smelled really good, kind of minty almost. The conditioner smelled the same.

Humming happily to himself, he waited for the tub to fill as he went over to a little cabinet hanging on the wall slightly to the left of the mirror that was directly above the sink. He had been too tired the night before to explore, but now he was curious to look about. There was a little stool in front of the sink on the floor so Kurt could step up and be able to lean over the sink to brush his teeth, and he could use it to reach the cabinet as well. He opened it and saw it was neatly organized. There were some in a tiny container, some band aids and Neosporin, dental floss, and some extra tooth paste. And then there was plenty of room left for him to add other stuff at some point too. Kurt liked the cabinet too; it was really pretty. He hopped down from the stool and looked through the drawers under the sink as well. There were all sorts of things for him to discover, it was a lot of fun. Then he remembered he was supposed to be watching the water in the tub. Seeing that it was filled just about perfectly, he turned the water off and got undressed.

He was folding his pajamas up neatly and going to set them on the counter of his sink when he noticed the piece of paper lying on the counter. How had he not noticed it before? Picking it up, his heart fell when he saw what was written on it. It was the piece of paper Blaine had given him the other night.

Blaine must be so lonely without me... Kurt thought. Unless...unless another little boy or girl had come along and had replaced him. No. No no no, that can't happen. Blaine and I are best friends. Best friends can't be replaced. They're forever. He set the piece of paper down on top of his pajamas to remind him to find a good spot for it in his room later, and then got into the bath tub.

He sighed happily at how warm and comfy the water felt. As he closed his eyes, he remembered that he was supposed to be singing so Karen would know he had not drowned or gotten hurt. Knowing quite a few songs to sing, Kurt thought for a minute then picked one randomly and started singing, just loud enough for Karen to be able to hear. He had found if he sings too loudly it makes his throat hurt after a while.

As he continued singing, Kurt let his thoughts wander. He wondered if he would really ever get to see Blaine again. After all, what if Ms. Rose forgot to call them whenever Blaine was finally adopted? Then Kurt may never see him again. It was a really sad thought.

Kurt did not like thinking about sad things. So instead he thought about all the fun times he had had with Blaine before they were separated. Those thoughts made him feel slightly better. And then he thought about all the fun he would have with his new parents, because they really were really nice. He felt safe here with them, especially with Karen. She really reminded him of his real mother. They even kind of looked alike too. It was somewhat weird, but not entirely a bad thing.

The song he had been singing ended and he picked another one to sing. Grabbing the soap, he washed himself, being very thorough because he loved being clean. After that he moved on to his hair, using the minty smelling shampoo and then the conditioner. Once he was finished he only stayed a tiny bit longer in the tub because the water was getting pretty chilly. Draining the water, Kurt got out and wrapped the warm, fuzzy light blue towel around his self to dry off.

Even though he was no longer in the tub, he continued to sing just because he loved singing so much. Getting dressed did not take too long and then he was brushing his teeth and combing his hair out nice and neatly. After making sure the bathroom looked nice and neat as well, Kurt went back into his bedroom and set his pajamas at the bottom of his bed. Then he looked about for a place to hide Blaine's little note to keep it safe. Spotting the top drawer at his little desk, he went over and sat down on the wheeled chair, opening the top drawer. It was empty so he just placed the note at the far back. There. Now it would be safe.

Heading on out of the room, he went back to see Karen. "I'm done!" He announced, smiling.

Karen smiled and patted the spot next to her on the bed for Kurt to come join her. "I loved hearing you sing again too." She leaned over and kissed the top of Kurt's head. "Your hair smells lovely."

"It's that shampoo and conditioner you guys put in the bathroom." Kurt giggled. "I really like it. Thank you!"

"You're welcome, sweetie." Karen smiled brightly. "Were you going to decorate your room today?"

"Oh yes!" Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "I want to get it done before you get those casts off so it can be a surprise for you!"

"Aww, that's sweet of you!" Karen giggled. "I'm looking forward to seeing it. And after I get these off, we are totally going clothes shopping because I have some fun ideas for your wardrobe." Plus she just wanted to make sure he would have enough clothes for the different seasons and, well, just in general. One could never have too much clothing, right?

Kurt grinned at that idea; some of his clothing was getting to small for him so he would definitely need to weed some things out.

"Let me know whenever you get hungry for lunch, okay?" Karen asked him before he left to go decorate his room.

"Okay!" Kurt nodded, leaning over to hug Karen as best he could while she was lying down. "Thank you!" He told her again before skipping off to his room.

Karen looked absolutely delighted as Kurt hugged her before heading back to his own room. Kurt was just too adorable. And she was glad he seemed to really be warming up to her and Burt, because she knew Burt and herself were really glad to have Kurt as their new son.

And as much as she did not want Kurt to forget about Blaine, she was kind of happy that they could provide some sort of distractions for Kurt because he looked really sad when he was thinking about Blaine and Karen would rather see a smile on Kurt's face instead.