A/N: First Glee fic.~ reviews would be loved. :]


He had agreed, relented. Because even though it freaked him out- everything about this crazy, different son of his freaked him out- his wife would have loved it. Because the kid deserved to do what he loved. Because his wife had taken him to The Sound of Music back in college. Because he had thought it was a little indulgent, and fruity, but he had loved her so much he didn't care. Because his eight-year-old son had the most adorable smile in the world, next to hers.

A man called out 'Fairy' as they stood in line with the other hopefuls. He resisted punching the guy in the face, only because Kurt was holding his hand in a vice grip, as he mumbled the lyrics to Adel vice. The boy put on a self-assured, lofty face for the world, still his Dad always knew when he was nervous. That made two of them. His wife should have been the one doing this stuff, she would have loved it. She would have known just what to do.

They were called into the building, the Community Theater. He tried not to remember how the last time he had been here, Kurt's mother had been with him. She had been in a play, something about a Wizard of Oz sequel, or prequel. He could not remember the exact name of it. The playbill was somewhere around their basement…

The boy was watching the other kids' auditions, a look of fear and nervousness growing more and more prominent on his face as the minutes passed. He remarked that he was nowhere near that talented, in his small, high voice. They had taken classes, been in the theater for years. The would probably go to Julliard. The theater would never pick him over then.

He had no idea what Julliard was, or how talented or not these kids were. Truth be told, they made him feel like falling asleep, with their mostly robotic, prima-donna mannerisms. He told Kurt this, and received a small chuckle in return. He told Kurt he was going to be fantastic, to stop whining. He was the most talented, personable kid there, though he might be a little biased.

Kurt's turn came. He hesitated as he stood up, his father gave him a gentle push forward. That was all it took. The self-assured Kurt was back as he arrived on the stage. He sang the song without missing a note, then proceeded to say his lines, and do whatever else they asked. The people seemed to love him, they told him to come back next week and talked excitedly to each other as Kurt made his way back to his dad.

He patted his son on the shoulder as they walked out to his '67 pickup, and told him he had done great. He even kept from rolling his eyes and turning on country or rock CD's as fast as his hands could move when the boy sang show tunes the entire way home. Because his mother would have let him. Because he loved the kid, and couldn't be prouder. Although he did offer to throw the pigskin for a while when they arrived home.