Chapter One: Emily
May 8 2010
Burt Hummel had never forgotten his wife, Emily. No matter how many years passed, no matter how happy Finn's mom made him, he couldn't forget Emily. Who could forget Emily? She was one of those people that left a lasting impression on you. She had a smile like no other. Her gentle, soft laugh reminded one of bells gently ringing. The way her beautiful brown locks, curled around her head. Emily always was a very kind hearted person. She wasn't the type who would start yelling right away. Emily liked to speak in a soft tone. Soft, but firm, when she lectured. Emily was also a very talented singer. She used to sit at the piano and sing for hours on an end. Her son had inherited her voice. Burt was thankful for this. His young boy, Kurt, reminded one of Emily. He had her same brown locks of hair, the same eyes. But Emily was gone now. She was up in heaven. Even though she died, when he was only six years old, Kurt still remembered his mother. Sometimes when he went into her old parlor with the piano, he could faintly smell the fragrance of her favorite perfurme she always used to wear. The closests in the parlor, were full of the silk sundresses Emily had always loved to wear. When he was a little boy, his father had strictly forbidden Kurt from going into Emily's parlor. But Kurt still snuck in anyway. He liked to go through her photo album and look at the mother he faintly knew.
January 1st, 1982, New Years Eve
"Five, four, three, two, one!" The voices chanted in unison as the clock counted down to the year 1982. As soon as the big hand hit 12:00, the people erupted into cheers.
"Happy 1982!" People congratulated each other, the sound of wine glasses clinking together was heard. Occasionally, you could hear someone making a toast to the new year. Burt Hummel didn't really care for this sort of thing. He was thirty two years old and had barely started his life. His mother encouraged him to find a housewife and settle down but Burt didn't want that sort of nonsense. The only reason he was at this party was because Mother insisted that he find a 'sensible woman'.
"Sensible woman, my ass." Burt muttered to himself. He didn't really know the Henderson family that well, anyway. Why did he have to come to this dull party? Burt tended to stay to himself. He didn't really like being pestered by other people. He preferred his private time. Clearly, other people understood that. He barely noticed a woman sit beside him on the sofa.
"Enjoying yourself?" She asked him, her voice sounding of gently ringing bells.
"Hmm." Burt grunted in response. He took a quick peek at her. The girl was actually pretty decent. Nice brown locks of hair curled at the sides of her face. And wonderful eyes. The kind of eyes you could get lost in. He found himself staring, mesmerized, at her eyes.
"Something wrong?" Her voice broke the fantasy.
"Oh no." His reply sounded more like a grunt.
"My daddy threw this party. He thinks it'll help me find a suitable man." The woman explained. "My names Emily Sophie Henderson. Whats yours?"
"Burt Hummel." She held her hand out and Burt took it with his rough hand and shook it.
"I like how your hands feel." When he sent her a confused look, she explained. "Well, most of the men here are snobs. I can still feel that awful smelling hand sanitizing crap, they put on. But your hands are dry and rough like an engineer or somethin."
Burt smiled at her. It was his first genuine smile in a really long time.
2 Weeks Later...
Burt and Emily sat laughing together in a diner.
"Oh Burt!" Emily sighed as she doubled over, laughing. "That has to be one of the funniest jokes, I've heard in a long time!"
Burt shrugged and replied "Well I try stay and humble."
"Humble indeed!" Emily giggled. "You're so different from them other men. All they do is boast about how expensive their tuxedo is."
"Thats men for you." Burt joked.
"You're a man and yet you don't boast. You're so different. When you get some good luck, you don't prance around and rub everybody's nose in it. You just stay humble. Why?" Emily asked.
"My mom always used to tell me 'humility is a man's greatest trait'. I guess I took that very seriously." Burt chuckled.
Emily giggled then said "This has been a really fun date, Burt. I'm happy you took me out here."
"I know its not exactly buttered lobster and grilled salmon but this place has some really amazing food." Burt replied.
"Yeah, its a lot better than those fancy buffet places Daddy always takes me to." Emily replied.
Burt looked at his watch and then said "Oh! Sorry Em, but I think I need to dash home. I forgot all about this car I had to fix. I'm real sorry." Burt hastily pulled out his wallet and placed a twenty dollar bill on the table.
"Thanks for lunch, Burt!" Emily waved to Burt's hurrying figure. "I really enjoyed it!"
End of Chapter One! This is a Kurt origin story, it sort of tells about his mother when she was still alive. I thought it would be an interesting idea to write about how his parents got together and had Kurt, eventually leading up to Emily's death.
Note:Mrs. Hummel's name may or may not be Emily. Emily is only a fictional name I am using for this story. I am not implying or insisting her real name is Emily.
I do not own Glee, or any of the songs or characters.