His early mornin' attitude
You have to drag him out of bed
Only frosted flakes will do
He gets that from me
Yeah,he gets that from me


Kurt sat at the island in the kitchen drinking his coffee. It was quarter to eight on this warm Saturday morning. He took after Blaine in taking forever to get up and actually do things. Toronto would be down soon to eat though. Kurt heard the dog bark and smiled to himself. That meant Chase was finally leaving his room. He looked down at the counter at his half eaten toast and sighed. The ten-year-old walked slowly into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. Shadow, the black lab they owned, trotted in behind him, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“Morning, dad,” Toronto said hugging him. Kurt held him tightly and then let him go.

“Morning, Tor,” he said smiling a little. Kurt looked down at his phone waiting for the phone call. He smiled down at the picture of him with Blaine and Toronto from last year. Toronto set his bowl down across from Kurt and started to eat. Kurt smiled over at him and relished in how much he looked like Blaine. Toronto finished his breakfast and cleaned his bowl. Kurt threw his food away and cleaned the dish.

His curly hair and his knobby knees
The way the sun brings those freckles out
Talk and talk never miss a beat
Yeah,he gets that from me
He gets that from me


“Go get the guitar and hat and let's go,” Kurt said. Toronto nodded and left the kitchen. Kurt walked into the living room and picked up his keys. The picture of Blaine playing his guitar and singing to a young Toronto. Kurt remembered that day so well. Toronto had been sick and only Blaine had been able to settle him down.

“Ready!” Toronto yelled as he ran down the steps. Kurt smiled and opened the door. Shadow followed along behind Toronto. Kurt closed the door and locked it up. He walked over to the car watching Toronto get in the passenger side. He got in the driver's seat and started the car.

“Are you okay?” Toronto asked quietly. Kurt bit his lip and nodded. He had to be okay. For Toronto. Toronto smiled at him lightly. Kurt looked into the boys hazel eyes and felt his heart tighten. He had Blaine's eyes and besides the curls it was the best thing Blaine passed onto him. Kurt started to pull out onto the highway.

He looks at me with those big brown eyes
He's got me in the palm of his hands
And I swear sometimes
It's just like you're here again
He smiles that little crooked smile
There's no denying he's your child
Without him I don't know what I'd do
He gets that from you
Oh,he gets that from you


They made small talk about school while he drove. Kurt asked him how classes were. Asked him why he wasn't asking to go over his friends house every weekend. He couldn't say that Toronto wasn't affected. He knew he was. He wished he could do something though. He wanted Toronto to be genuinely happy again and he hoped it would be soon. He pulled into the floral shop and went in and got some flowers. He got two dozen red roses. He got out to the car and handed them to Toronto.

How he loves your old guitar
Yeah,he's taught himself to play
He melts my heart
Tells me he loves me every day
And cracks a joke at the perfect time
Makes me laugh when I want to cry
That boy is everything to me
He gets that from you
He gets that from you


Kurt talked to him about his guitar lessons. Apparently, he was doing very good and he was learning more and more music to play. Toronto had started on his own and finally Kurt decided to surprise him and got him lessons. He would always play for Kurt when he got home from lessons. He loved everything the boy did. He really was Blaine, inside and out. Kurt pulled onto the final road and drove them about a mile down before turning onto the road they needed. Kurt stopped and looked at Toronto worried. He looked at Kurt painfully. Kurt knew it was tough. It had been a year and none of the wounds had healed yet.

It had been a year. One year since Blaine had been taken from their lives. They were driving back from a party and Blaine took his eyes off the road for a second to look at Kurt. In that second his life had been changed. A car had slammed into their car and killed him. Kurt had been injured but he was fine. Not emotionally though. The other driver had been drunk and thankfully was paying for what he did. Toronto had been with Rachel that night when she got the call to come to the hospital. Kurt woke up the next day and had been told what happened.

How did you tell your nine year old son that his other father was dead? Kurt struggled for days until the badgering of the “Where's daddy?” question grew to be too much. Kurt told Toronto. If he didn't have Toronto he could have grieved but he had to pick up and be strong for his son. Kurt led Toronto to the grave. They had been there just a month ago to see Blaine. They came every month. It helped him and it seemed to help Toronto too. They stopped in front of the grave and Kurt smiled sadly. Toronto sat in the grass and placed the roses on the grave. He was running his hand over Blaine Wyatt Anderson-Hummel, he did it every time. He talked for a while as Kurt stood above him.

Last night I heard him pray
Lord,help me and dad make it through
And tell daddy we'll be okay
He said he sure misses you
He sure misses you
He really misses you
He gets that from me


Kurt watched Toronto sing his song and then he got up and ran to the car dropping the guitar. Kurt looked down and let the tears slide down his cheeks. He knelt beside the grave and placed a hand on the name Blaine. Kurt had never seen Toronto break down in front of him in the past year but he knew it was going to happen eventually.

“I miss you so much...” he choked out.

“He's just like you...he plays so well and his voice is amazing. You would be so proud of him,” Kurt said. He looked up and out into the cemetery. He swore he saw Blaine standing among the trees smiling at him. He blinked and the image was gone. He picked up the guitar and made his way back to his car.