Mom
-Fluffy Mother's day GLEE-fic. Brotherly!Furt, mentions Klaine and Finchel. Mainly, a fun brother story, about Mother's Day. I DO NOT OWN GLEE, SADLY. RIB DOES, DON'T FORGET IT.-
"Kurt!" Finn called to his stepbrother from the kitchen, a bowl in one hand, and a wooden spoon in the other.
"Yes?" Kurt walked into the room, and stopped. Pancake mix was everywhere. A hunk of frozen orange juice sat in a pitcher with about ½ a cup of water inside. Finn stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking exasperated.
"Help." Finn gestured to the mess. Kurt laughed, and grabbed the bowl.
"Stir it lightly, Finn. Fluff the batter. Also, the orange juice needs way more water than that. And it needs to be mixed." Kurt handed his brother the bowl back, and went to work on the orange juice. After about half an hour, they had five decent pancakes, and a cup of orange juice.
"Don't worry, she'll love it." Kurt assured Finn, "Coming from you."
"Hey, it's your gift to dude." Finn grinned. Kurt's eyes seemed to cloud over, but Finn was already half way up the stairs. Kurt followed, and the two went into Burt and Carole's room.
"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!" Finn shouted.
"Grrr. Too early. 5 more minutes." Burt grumbled from under the covers.
"What are you, a schoolchild?" Carole laughed, "Oh Finn! It's lovely!"
"Thanks Mom. Kurt helped."
"Thank you Kurt." Carole smiled. Kurt nodded, and walked out of the room. Finn followed him.
"Hey, so Rachel's coming over later, because you know it's just her dads, so she's gonna spend Mother's Day here. So, um, if you want Blaine to come over, that's cool."
"I'm sure Blaine's mother will appreciate that, Finn." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Oh. Right." Finn looked away, sheepishly.
"I'm going out today anyway." Kurt looked over at his father and Carole, who were sharing pancakes.
"WHAT? But, but it's Mother's Day!" Finn stared at Kurt, wide-eyed.
"I already talked to Carole about it. She said it was fine." Kurt shrugged.
"Well, ok. I should call Rachel." Finn sprinted to his room.
"Yeah, you do that." Kurt walked downstairs. He wrote a simple note for Carole:
Happy Mother's Day. Love, Kurt.
And left. The drive itself was uneventful, and when Kurt arrived at his destination, almost no one else was there. He wandered down the familiar path, a bouquet of daisies in his hand. Kurt stopped at a simple grey stone, inscribed;
Elizabeth Anne Hummel
1970-2003
Daughter. Wife. Mother. Always in our hearts.
Kurt knelt down and put the bouquet on the grave.
"Happy Mother's day, Mom."
-Awww! Super cute-ness!-