The instant I saw the words "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel" it became my own personal head canon that Kurt's mom's name was Elizabeth. Shut up. It makes sense to me.
The title is from the Eddie Vedder song, Guaranteed. There's much more to come; I tend to work in small drabbles like this.
On Bended Knee is No Way to be Free
"You miss her don't you?"
Kurt glanced up at Finn, shaken from his reverie. He'd been lost staring at the faded photo in his hand – Burt and Elizabeth Hummel circa 1987, laughing together in a crowded kitchen.
He didn't reply. It was a stupid question and Finn had been trying his patience lately.
"I mean – it's just I'm kind of jealous of that, you know?"
He trailed off awkwardly, leaving the train of thought incomplete. Kurt stared at him, ready to snap, but suddenly he sighed and relented. It was just patented Finn-bluntness.
"Yes, I miss her every day." Kurt said quietly.
Finn set down the stack of yearbooks he'd been carrying and perched on a dusty old television set. Carole's attic was still only half packed up with three days till the move. Kurt watched him for a moment, flicked his eyes away, bit his lip.
"I used to make myself write it down, whenever I remembered specific things she said or…just the feeling of being with her. I had this notebook, and I'd try to put all my memories into words because I was so scared I'd forget."
Finn was gazing at him now.
"I used to wonder if he'd have liked me," he admitted with a small smile. "Actually…I'm still not so sure."
"He'd have loved you Finn. I've heard the way your mom talks about him."
There was a sudden darkness in Finn's eyes. The glance was just a fraction of a second too long and much, much too intense.
The sound of a horn tooting from outside broken the sudden silence.
"That'll be Dad," Kurt said quickly. "Come on."
They both grabbed a cardboard box full of junk and headed back downstairs. Neither of them spoke.