A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with another attempt at the art which is fanfiction. This time I have got myself an AMAZING beta, captain-ally (read her stories if you haven't already, she is a goddess!)
I have to give a special shout out and thanks to my best friend, StruckByColfer, who came up with the title for this story (after many atrocious attempts I must add). And I am so glad to be back writing, so, here's my story :D
"What's this, Mummy?" Little, 5-year-old Kurt asked as he pulled out a small, star-shaped mirror from his mother's dressing table.
"That's Mummy's special mirror, Kurtie," Elizabeth replied, looking over to her son, who had now seated himself on her bed. It was Kurt's first day at kindergarten and he had become upset that he couldn't find his favourite bow-tie anywhere, so Elizabeth had landed the job of finding it whilst Kurt looked through all her belongings.
"Why is it so special?" Kurt asked, thoroughly examining the pocket-sized mirror.
"I'll show you," Elizabeth sat down next to her little boy on the bed and took the small mirror from her son's hands. "Elizabeth Rose Hummel," she said into the mirror. Suddenly, the mirror's picture changed and instead of showing her beautiful heart-shaped face, blue eyes and long, flowing, golden hair, it showed a middle-aged man in overalls and a baseball cap working on a car.
"That's Daddy!" Kurt exclaimed, pointing into the mirror.
"It sure is, Kurtie," Elizabeth's lips stretched into a smile as she looked down at her son, putting an arm around him so that he was leaning against her side.
"But why?" The little boy demanded, pouting his lips at his mummy.
"Because this is a special object, Kurtie; it's more than just a mirror. You say your full name into it and your soul mate appears," Elizabeth explained.
"What's a soul mate?" Kurt stared up at his mother, his small face pinched with curiosity.
"A soul mate is the one person who can always make you smile, Kurtie, like your daddy and I. They love you unconditionally and there's no bond in this world that's stronger between two soul mates. One day you'll find yours," she told him, setting the small mirror down on the mattress. Kurt reached for it, his small hands that were still chubby with baby fat closing around the smooth glass. He gazed into the mirror for a long while before looking back up at his mother.
"Do I have a soul mate, mummy?" Little Kurt asked, his huge glasz eyes shining with hope.
"Of course you do, honey; I'll show you in the mirror tonight. Now, let's find your bow-tie so you're not late for school."
"Mummy!" Little Kurt ran across the field straight into his mother's arms, impatient to get home.
"Have a good day, honey?" Elizabeth looked down at her son, who was literally jumping up and down with excitement.
Kurt nodded emphatically, "I made two new friends! They're called Rachel and Mercedes!" He beamed up at his mother, who couldn't help but smile back at her tiny son. As they walked towards Elizabeth's car, Kurt told her all about his new friends and how Rachel was loud and Mercedes was a diva, yet all three of them were destined to be stars. "Mummy, Rachel and Mercedes like to sing as well! Do you think they could come over and we could sing along to the 'Sound of Music' like I do with you?"
"We'll see, Kurtie." Elizabeth made sure Kurt had his seatbelt on before she started the car and headed home, careful not to run over any of the little Kindergarteners running around the car park. How they had gotten so dirty and soiled, and Kurt didn't have a hair out of place, she would never know. "Have you made friends with any of the other little boys?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the road.
"They wouldn't let me play with them," Kurt pouted and looked down at his little feet. "They said I dress weird."
Elizabeth frowned and looked over at her son; he was wearing a light blue shirt with a yellow bow-tie covered in smiley faces tucked into white shorts with yellow braces, on his feet were leather loafers and blue knee-high socks. She supposed he was a bit dressed up for kindergarten, but it was what Kurt wanted to wear, and she wouldn't force him to wear jeans and a t-shirt just so he would fit in. She'd taught him from a young age that standing out to make yourself comfortable was far better than conforming for the sake of others. "I think you look lovely, Kurtie."
"Thank you, Mummy," Little Kurt smiled at his mother before remembering what he was promised that morning. "Mummy! Do I still get to look in the mirror?"
"Of course you do, honey," Elizabeth parked her car in the driveway and laughed as Kurt jumped out and raced to the front door, leaving it wide open as he ran up the stairs. She locked the car and followed her son up the drive and into the house, finding Kurt in her bedroom, searching desperately for the mirror. She opened the correct drawer and pulled out the little star-shaped mirror that her own mother had given to her. "Say your name, Kurtie," she instructed.
"Kurt James Hummel," he said, his face inches away from the pane of glass. Kurt stared as the mirror's picture changed to another bedroom, one with blue walls and red bedding. There was a figure sat on the bed and both mother and son watched as the figure came into focus. "Look, Mummy!" Kurt squealed, "It's my soul mate!"
Kurt walked through the hallways on the way to glee practice with his two best friends, Mercedes and Rachel. The three had been best friends ever since the first day of kindergarten and 12 years full of crushes, sleepovers and sing-alongs later, they were in yet another argument over Rachel's choice of clothing. This was a common ground for disagreement between the two of them but, much to Kurt's dismay, Rachel was no closer to boycotting the argyle jumpers.
"Rachel, I know this is probably the most stereotypical and offensive thing I will ever say in my life but right now, it's absolutely necessary. With two gay dads you'd think you'd have at least some fashion sense," Kurt shot at his short brunette friend. Today she was sporting another unicorn sweater and plaid knee-length skirt, and Kurt had been waiting to comment all day. "You looked cute when we were younger, but now we're well into puberty, it's time to ditch the animal sweaters!"
"Kurt, you're just jealous that you can't pull off my sexy-school girl-librarian chic!" The bitchy comeback was on the tip of Kurt's tongue when a wave of ice-cold, blue slushie hit his face. Before he could do anything, the girls had rushed him into the toilets and began to wash the slushie out of his hair.
Glee practice was, as usual, The Rachel Show. The debating topic in discussion this week was what her solo would be for Sectionals and what the duet would be between her and Finn. Kurt loved the girl, but sometimes she annoyed him so much he wanted to scream.
When he got home, he raced straight upstairs, but instead of going into his own room, he walked into his father's room. A few years after his mother had died; Kurt and his father had gone through his mother's belongings in order to determine what they wanted to keep and what to throw away. Whatever they kept was now enclosed in his mother's old dressing table, which still smelt of her perfume. Sometimes, when Kurt was having a particularly bad day, he would lie in front of the table, close his eyes and allow the scent of her to waft back. Today was one of those days, but instead of smelling her, he decided to look through the drawers that held her possessions.
At the very back of one of the drawers he found a small pouch, just bigger than his hand, that he couldn't remember coming across the previous times he had looked through his mother's dressing table. On opening the pouch, he found a small star-shaped mirror and he instantly remembered one of the times his mother had shown him his father, her soul mate, in the mirror. She had told him all she knew about the strange little mirror. She explained that this was one of the five in the whole world; that it had been passed down through her family ever since it had been discovered; that his ancestors had wanted their children to have the privilege of knowing when they had found their soul mate; that his father had no idea about this small mirror; that he only had to say his name to this small object and it would show him his soul mate.
"Kurt James Hummel," was all he said; it was all he needed to say. Kurt stared as the mirror's picture changed to another bedroom, one with blue walls and red bedding that looked hauntingly familiar. There was a figure sat on the bed, as he had been so long ago, the first time Kurt ever laid eyes on him, he couldn't tear his eyes away as the figure came into focus. "He's beautiful." Kurt breathed. And every single word was the truth.
TBC.
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