January 2013, Joey is 5 months old.

Burt looked down at the jumper that Kurt had left with him for Joey and snorted. It had a picture of a bowtie and suspenders on it. Really he wouldnt expect anything less from his son. Joey would probably be the best dressed baby in the history of the world if Kurt had anything to do with it.

Burt struggled to get his grandson into the jumper. It had been a long time since hed had to dress a baby. He had hardly had to do it when Kurt was a baby because his mother was always dressing him up in little outfits and by the time she had died Kurt was already self-sufficient in that respect.

Armed with all the baby supplies that he could possibly need and even more besides, he secured Joey in his car seat. Joey had the exact same eyes as Kurt and was managing to give Burt the same exact look that Kurt used to give him when he was younger. It was a mixture of what looked like curiosity and confusion.

Burt made his way out to the car and strapped Joeys car seat in the the passenger seat beside him.

“Were just heading to the tire shop. I know we shouldnt be working today but Mrs Peters car broke down and she was wondering if I could take a look at it. Shes a regular and Id hate to let her down. And this way you can get an introduction to the business. Who knows, it could even be yours one day.” Burt glanced over at his grandson who was grabbing for the toys that were attached to his car seat, completely ignoring whatever Burt was doing.

Burt smiled as he looked back to the road. He loved that little guy.

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Joey was a charmer. As soon as Mrs Peters set eyes on him she was taken in by his cuteness. While Burt had a look at her car she kept an eye on Joey for him, his car seat on the bench next to her, overlooking the work that Burt was doing.

“Hes such a sweetheart, isnt he? Adorable!” Mrs Peters gushed.

Burt chuckled. “With Kurt and Blaine for parents, what else would you expect?”

Joey gazed at Burt as he worked, his face, as usual, curious. His eyes widened at the banging that his granddad was making.

The job on Mrs Peters car didnt take long and before long she had left them to themselves.

Burt got to tidying up the tools he had used. As he put each tool away he told Joey what they were called and what they were used for. He knew his grandson had no idea what he was going on about but he wanted to set up for the future. Burt wanted to make sure that Joey had all the necessary life skills, exactly as he had done with Kurt.

Burt wasnt like the Andersons. He couldnt afford lavish gifts for his grandson, though there was nothing wrong with that. Burt would give Joey the world if he had the means to. Instead Burt would impart any wisdom that he had. At the end of the day, it would help more than any toys could.

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March 2016, Joey is 3 years and 7 months old.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Joey called as Burt made his way towards the front door to go out to work.

“Whats the matter, buddy?” Burt asked, turning toward his grandson.

“Can I come with you to fix the brum brums?” He smiled up at Burt.

“I dunno, kiddo. Youll have to ask one of your daddies.”

Joey grinned and then ran down the hallway to the kitchen. Burt heard a shriek and was greeted by the sight of Blaine carrying Joey over his shoulder.

“Are you sure you wanna take him with you?” Blaine asked.

“Its no problem. He can pass me the tools.”

Joey yelled out a cheer of excitement and wiggled his way out of Blaines arms and down to the floor.

“Lets go grandpa!” Joey said eagerly.

“Arent you forgetting something?” Blaine asked, a grin on his face.

Joey looked questioningly at him so Blaine nodded to his feet which were bare.

“Oops!” He ran off to find his shoes and socks.

“Dont forget your jacket and say goodbye to daddy.” Blaine called as his son raced away.

Ten minutes later, because Joey still struggled with getting his shoes on, he was ready to go.

Burt made sure that Joey was strapped into his seat before he started driving to the garage. Joey talked a mile a minute about a new toy brum brum, as he called cars, that Kurt had brought him. He wanted to go with Burt to the shop so that if his brum brum ever broke then he would know how to fix it.

“You can teach me that, grandpa? I dont know what Id do without my brum brum.” He looked horrified at the thought.

Burt chuckled. “Im sure I can teach you. Or if not you know I will always try to fix it for you.”

“Thank you, grandpa!”

When they got to the garage Joey darted inside, having so much more energy than Burt. Burt allowed him to run inside, knowing that one of his hired would keep an eye on him. Probably while having their ear talked off. If there was one thing that Joey was exceptional at it was talking.

For most of the time Joey was harassing the newbies that were still being trained. They thought that he was adorable and didnt have a problem answering his questions as basically as they could. At least Burt knew that they were actually learning something.

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Burt felt a tugging on his coveralls and looked down to see Joey looking up at him with a grease mark on his cheek.

“Whats up bud?”

“Can I see whats up there?” Joey asked, pointing towards the open bonnet of the car that Burt had been working on.

Burt bent to pick up Joey was was certainly getting a lot bigger every time he saw him. Joey peered into the car with fascination.

“What is that?”

“Thats the engine. Thats what the car needs to make it work. It makes it alive.”

Joey thought for a second. “So we have engines to help us work?"

“Were a little more complicated than cars. We have organs that do different jobs. Our hearts are what keeps us alive.” Burt explained.

“So the engine is like the heart?”

Burt lowered Joey back to the ground, his back starting to hurt. “You could say that, kiddo.”

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“Did you have fun with grandpa today?” Kurt asked as he tucked Joey into his bed which was in the room which used to be the nursery.

“So much fun, daddy. We dont have to worry if my brum brum breaks no more.” Joey beamed at Kurt, obviously pleased with himself.

“Thats great baby boy! Im so proud of you.” He ruffled the little boys hair slightly. “Okay honey. You better get to sleep now, youve had a busy day.”

“Night, night daddy. Kiss?”

Kurt leaned over and kissed Joeys forehead. “Night, baby. I love you with all my heart.”

“Love you with all my engine.” Joey yawned and snuggled into his covers.

Kurt looked at Joey quizzically before pulling up the door slightly and leaving his son to dream.