A/N: OK this is a new story that I just came up with the idea for. This is the prologue and most of it actually has very little to do with the real story. It is an AU kid!Kurt fic where Burt isn't his real father but his stepdad. It'll make more sense later believe me.

Kurt and Rachel shivered in the frosty February in New York weather. They were down the storage area in their apartment building at 11:00 p.m. rummaging through boxes.

"Remind why this couldn't wait till morning...or April," Kurt said, teeth chattering noisily, the sound echoing off of the walls of the empty basement.

Rachel looked up from her stack of cardboard boxes at her frozen friend. "Because, Kurt, I need to find my box of Barbra Streisand CDs, sheet music, and movies and I need them for a class tomorrow," she replied.

They searched for a few more minutes in silence until they were both sure they had frostbite. Rachel finally let out a sigh of defeat that Kurt recognized all too well. He brightened up at the sound of it.

"Does that mean we can go inside?" he asked excitedly.

Rachel sighed again and nodded in defeat. Clearly they weren't finding the box. Kurt put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay Rach. We can print the music off the internet."

Rachel nodded again and headed towards the stairs with Kurt when she got an idea. She stopped walking, turned around and ran back towards the storage unit. Kurt let out a groan of exhaustion and frustration and followed her.

"I have and idea. Let's just grab as many of my boxes as we can carry and bring them upstairs. Then we can look through them in the warmth of our apartment," she said in a satisfied voice like she'd just found the solution to all their problems.

She grabbed a few boxes and marched past Kurt, ignoring his protests. He gave up and grabbed some boxes and followed his best friend (Why were they best friends again?) to the elevator. They made a few trips back and forth to the elevator, one of them going at a time so one could keep the elevator door open.

Finally, they had all the boxes they hadn't searched marked "Rachel" in the elevator. They rode up in silence and repeated the process, but they were taking the boxes to their apartment from the elevator.

They finished with unloading the elevator and Kurt collapsed on the couch while Rachel quickly started digging through the first box she could get her hands on.

"You're insane you know," he said, staring at her in disbelief.

She shot him a glare and went back to her box.

"You know the sheet music only costs like 4 bucks to print off the internet or if you're feeling a little criminal, you could download it illegally," he suggested.

Rachel sighed. "It's not this box either. And you know what Kurt, it isn't about this one song, there's other stuff in that box too. Like the record of 'Memories' that's autographed by her," she said, "my dads got it for me and it used to put me to sleep every night."

"Sorry, Rach. I know this is important to you but I'm just tired," Kurt apologized.

"It would be done faster if you'd help me," Rachel said, oblivious to the sincerity in Kurt's voice.

The countertenor sighed and grabbed a box which ended up containing several of Rachel's elementary art pieces and a few of her diaries. Making a note to himself about checking out the diaries while she was out of the apartment, he moved on to another box which had stuffed animals in it. He'd searched another three boxes when he heard Rachel squeal loudly in excitement.

"Did you find it?" he asked eagerly.

Rachel nodded vigorously and showed him the record of "Memory" as well as the numerous other Barbra mementos she owned.

They went to refill the boxes they'd emptied. Rachel had been silent for nearly five minutes which should normally have been cause for alarm for Kurt but he hadn't noticed, too happy stuffing boxes and thinking how he would get to go to bed in a few short minutes.

"Kurt," Rachel said, sounding like she was trying to hold back laughter, "I think we accidentally brought up one of your boxes."

"Oh, that's fine we can just take that back down later when we-"

He'd turned around and stopped. In Rachel's hands was a box he recognized all too well. He hadn't even known his dad had sent it with the rest of his stuff. It was a scrapbook. I had a baby blue cover with him as an infant in a clear frame on the front cover. Under the picture of baby Kurt, printed in swirly, beautiful calligraphy, were the words: "Our Son Kurt."

Kurt walked across the room and tried to snatch the book away from her friend but she swiftly danced out of reach. She was laughing and looking through it.

"Aww, look at little Kurt in the bath," she teased.

She stopped suddenly when she came across one page. Kurt seized the opportunity and grabbed the book back from her.

"Yeah, ha, ha, I had a baby book. Laugh it up it's not like I could help it if my parent wanted to- What are you doing?"

Rachel was silently and not very powerfully trying to pull the scrapbook back from Kurt's grasp. Something about the look on her face made Kurt loosen his hold on the book and allow her to open back up to the page that made her stop cold before.

"Who is this?" she asked, pointing to a picture of a very young girl and a two-year-old Kurt.

Kurt's pulse quickened and he tried to come up with a good answer. "Um, that's my, um, cousin yeah," he said, stumbling over his words.

Rachel laughed at his desperate attempt at a lie. "Kurt it's always amazed me about you that you are one of the best actors I know and yet you can never lie on the spot."

She turned serious again and directed her gaze back down to the book. She's pointed at the caption underneath the picture that Kurt had missed.

"This says 'Kurt and Mommy'," she said.

Kurt shrugged and started packing another box, trying to look indifferent. "So?" he asked.

"She looks like she's barely our age," Rachel observed.

"She was nineteen when she was pregnant with me. She also always just looked really young for her age, she must have been about twenty-two when that picture was taken," Kurt explained.

Rachel nodded thoughtfully. "So you're parents knew each other in high school?" she asked.

Kurt was prepared to nod when he thought about it. This must be one of those crossroads in life you hear about in books and stuff. From here he could keep on lying or he could be honest.

He shook his head. Rachel frowned. "But then-"

"Burt's not my dad," Kurt interrupted.

Rachel froze. Her eyes grew wide and she opened and closed her mouth as if trying to speak but no words would come out. She looked like a fish out of water and utterly ridiculous.

She seemed to regain her ability to speak. "What, what do you-"

"That came out wrong," Kurt said, backpedaling, "Burt is my dad in every sense of the word expect for, well, biology. I don't know nor care who my really dad is, my mom isn't around to tell me and even if she was, I wouldn't ask her because I don't care. And you shouldn't either, Rachel. I know you and I know you're going to try to make it your business but I need you to promise me you'll drop this and not talk to my dad about it."

"But," Rachel protested.

"Promise me," Kurt said, looking Rachel directly in the eyes.

"Fine," she said.

They sat in silence for a few awkward minutes, looking anywhere but each other. Rachel, not being able to stand the quiet anymore, spoke up, "When did your mother and Burt meet then?"

"I was four," Kurt responded, but didn't elaborate more than that.

Rachel took the hint and didn't say anything more on the topic. "You must be exhausted," she said, "sorry for keeping you up. I'm off to bed. You should go to sleep too. Long day of classes and all."

It was perhaps the awkwardest goodnight Kurt had ever received. He slumped sleepily to his bed, but as he lay awake until the next dawn, he thought about when he was four and when Mr. Burt, or the Lumberjack as he sometimes called him when his mom wasn't there, became his dad.

A/N: Hope you liked it!

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez