Kurt stood, a grin painted on his face, as he spun in circles towards his father. "Where are these going?" he asked, voice soft in question.

Burt couldn't help but smile himself at the look on his boys face. "This one is going to the Jones' residence." Burt held out a cherry pie to Kurt, the top steaming. "And this one," four cupcakes were sat down in the box on the counter, each topped with chocolate frosting. "Are going to the Lopez family." the man then closed the top , watching Kurt put the pie into a different box and sitting it on top of the other. "You need help carrying those out?"

"Nope, I got it." Kurt told him, picking up both boxes and heading out the front door, opening it with his hip. "I'll see you soon, dad!" the brunet called before the door completely closed, hearing the muffled 'okay' from his father.

Kurt quickly sat the baked foods in his cart and kicked off the wheel stoppers, pushing the cart down the road with a skip in his step. It was a cool June evening, all the children were running around up and down the dirt roads, dogs following clueless behind them. Kurt grinned at two blonde kids, a boy and a girl, before he reached into a small compartment inside the cart, pulling out three chocolate chip cookies and handing them to the little girl.

"Can you give one to Sam for me?" he asked sweetly and the little girl nodded, handing one to the boy next to her and running off to the side of the street, where an older blond sit. She handed Sam the cookie, and he smiled, waving a little at Kurt. He give him a curt wave back, then continued his way down he road once he had received three kind thank you's.

In only a few minutes, Kurt had made his way down the streets of McKinley and ended up in front of the Jones' residence. He grinned widely as he pushed the cart up the long, dirt path leading to the house. His pale fist rapped lightly on the wooden door of the cottage - like house and a moment later he was greeted with the kind face of Mrs. Jones. "Hello, sweetie." the somewhat rounded woman spoke. "Let me go get Mercedes."

"That would be splendid, Mrs. Jones."

"Please, sweetie, call me Jenny." she looked at him once more with bright eyes before turning to face the inside of the house and hollering "Mercedes! Your friends here!" with the sound of feet hurrying down the stairs, Jenny walked more into the house to give room for her daughter to walk by.

Mercedes came into view, arms wide for a hug. Instead of Kurt's body, however, she was given a still slightly steaming pie and a short, boyish giggle. She raised an eyebrow, but her smile didn't fall. Mercedes handed the pie to her mother, who offered a short thanks, and rushed off to the kitchen. In return, a few coins were pushed into Kurt's open palm.

"Thanks, hon. Where are you headed to next?" Mercedes peered into the cart behind the smaller male.

"It's no problem, that's my job after all." He chuckled. "Anyway, I'm off to the Lopez house, down town." Both their noses scrunched up in distaste at the though of the mention of their blunt, flirtatious friend. Noticing the somewhat funny look on each of their faces, the two breathed out a laugh.

"Hey," Mercedes started, her face relaxing. "Did you hear about her and that blonde girl?"

"Brittany? Yes, I heard from Finn last night." Kurt gave her one last smile, finally placing the coins in his pocket and turning away. "I really have to go, I-"

"Wait! I have something to show you. Can you stay for just a little bit longer?" she pleaded, holding onto Kurt's wrist and giving it a small tug towards the opening of the door. "Only a few minutes, I promise you."

So Kurt brought the cart in the house, setting it in the living room, out of the way, and walked with Mercedes up to her room.

But of course, a few minute turned into an hour and then Kurt was back downstairs, rushing out the door with a hasty goodbye.

XxXxXxX

The brunet pushed the cart down the dirt streets faster than usual, relived that this was his last deliver of the day, until he reached the darkened part of the village he was looking for. Pushing past a few of the less wealthy people who refused to move themselves, he quickly made it to one of the larger houses in McKinley, and knocked on the hard surface of the door. He watched as the knob twisted and he was greeted with a older, Spanish looking woman. She blinked towards him, confused for a second before her face lit up in realization.

"You're the kid from the bakery! I thought you would be manly." She smiled, her face scrunching up. Kurt raised an eyebrow, but didn't question her as he slid the box of cupcakes carefully into her welcoming hands.

"I'm really sorry that I'm late, Mrs. Lopez. I just got carried away while talking with Mercedes and... Do you know what? It's on me. I'll just be leaving now-"

"Hold on there. I'm going to pay you, then you're going to leave. Got it? I actually forgot that I ordered the damn things." she chuckled, strong and feminine. "I was just upstairs, talking to Santana and her new girlfriend. You've heard, right?"

"Yes! 'Cedes and I were talking about the both of them earlier, I'm so happy. Make sure to send them my congratulations."

"I will, thank you, sweetie. I should be saying the same thing to you to, shouldn't I?" the Latina smirked, grabbing Kurt's hand and patting the thin band of silver across of his ring finger. Kurt blushed and pulled it back, a soft giggle escaping his lips.

"Thank you."

XxXxXxX

Kurt Hummel was the bakers son, his mother dying when he was at the tender age of eight, and then his father remarrying a few years later. He had gained a new motherly figure, Carole, and a loud mouthed stepbrother, Finn. Kurt was one of many homosexual peers, but most likely the only teenage virgin. It's not like he had religious views on the subject, he just believed in waiting for the right person and the right time.

That time would be on his wedding night, scheduled in five weeks, mid July.

XxXxXxX

Kurt pushed the cart with a medium speed as the orange sky blackened. He was due home over an hour ago. The Bakery would have already closed, his father would have already went upstairs, into their living space, and sat down in the master bedroom, a book in hand.

Just a street away from his destination, Kurt ended up tripping over his own feet, his hands slipping and his ass landing on the ground with an uncomfortable thud. Blinking the pained, surprised tears from his eyes, Kurt watched the cart roll a few inches away from his foot and stop. He then sighed with relief, just as a finger jabbed softly at his shoulder.

Kurt jumped away, bringing his eyes up to look at the darkened figure, and the warm, hazel eyes.