Disclaimer: All characters, etc, are property of one lucky sonofabitch..I mean Ryan Murphy.
Author notes: This is an AU fic. The main pairing will eventually be Puck/Kurt, but there will be Blaine/Kurt in it as well, and a bunch of cannon pairings as well. No O/Cs. Oh and this is kinda just a prologue.
It's four am, but he doesn't know this, just that he's still awake. No matter how hard he tries to catch it, sleep evades him. Counting pink fluffy sheep wearing tiaras hasn't helped. Mama said it always worked; she lied. He tosses and turns, changing positions a total of a hundred and fifty times. Of course, he doesn't know this either because the furthest he can count to is twenty, using his small stubby figures. Like Mamma taught him too. But Mama isn't here to help him count the amount of times he moves around bed, and Mama isn't here to teach him new ways to find sleep.
Mama is gone.
No amount of thinking about her is going to bring her back. He's already learnt that. He's spent three whole months thinking about her and wishing she'd come back to him. Of course, he's incapable of understanding the proper flow of time and to him it seems like a hundred days of never ending wishes on stars.
The tears are beginning to fall. Mama. Mama. One word whispered a hundred times in a never ending mantra. He tries to be as quiet as he can. He knows if he were louder Mama would have a better chance of hearing him, but so would the strange woman next door.
His new mother. That's what the kind people told him she was before they sent him away with her. He misses them. The kind people who treated him just like Mama did; gentle and loving. He also misses the other children, especially that one little girl with crazy hair, Mercy. She was his favourite and she had always treated him like he was hers.
He crawls out the bed slowly and quietly. Tiptoes across the cold floorboards towards the blue toy box at the foot of the bed. Blue. He hates that colour. He had wanted the nice castle like one, but the strange woman next door had laughed and told him, that's for girls silly. He didn't like being laughed at or called silly. Mama wouldn't have done that. She would have asked him if the castle toy box was the one he really really wanted, made him promise he wouldn't change his mind when they got home, and then would have bought it for him. But Mama hadn't been there. He had allowed the woman next door to direct him to the blue one and when she asked him if he would like this one instead, he'd simply nodded, biting his lip to stop the impending tears.
He opens the toy box carefully now, avoiding any noise that could alert the woman next door of his wakefulness. He puts his little hand in, roots around, and pulls out a Barbie Fairytopia doll. It was Mercy's bye bye present to him. She had told him that he was to keep it and to play with it whenever he missed her, by doing this, it would be as if they were playing together. In return he had given her his shiny pretty tiara with the pink feathers all over it. They had promised each other that when they next met they would return the toys to their rightful owner. They wouldn't need them anymore because they would have each other to play with. He hasn't shown the strange woman the doll. He knew that if she saw it, she would have laughed at it just like she had at the toy box he had chosen.
He cradles the doll and then sets it aside. He returns his hand to the box and pulls out a soft peacock coloured scarf. Mamas. He carefully lifts it to his nose and smothers his face into it, eagerly taking in Mama's unique floral scent. The tears have stopped now, but his chest feels funny.
He clutches the scarf in one hand and picks up the doll in the other. Quietly, he returns to his bed, secures the scarf to his pillow and places the doll to his side. He curls up again, this time facing the doll, closing his eyes and is asleep in seconds.
