Kurt's mom's view

"Mom, are we almost there?" That's the question all parents hate. Even me. Because once a kid asks how far they are from their destination, they won't stop asking.

"We'll be there soon don't worry." Luckily for me my son listened to me. He didn't talk anymore. I sighed. Ever since my husband died eight years ago he's become more secluded, silent. He never had friends to begin with since we always had to move, so he only had me. But, maybe that will all change. I've finally found a place for us to live and settle down at. He could make friends, have fun, and be a normal child for once. This town was small, quiet. It seemed nice. Maybe Kurt could have a nice life here and not worry about what people think of me.

I quickly glanced over to Kurt to see him glancing out the window with silent confirmation. I always forgot he was more obedient and quiet than other children his age. I'm grateful for that, but sometimes I wish he would just act like a kid for once. I want him to lie to me, to not be as clingy, and to go out and have fun.

After a while we got to our house. It wasn't much. A small one story house big enough for just the two of us. I never plan on getting married again. I can never forget Burt. I parked the car and looked over at Kurt, seeing him bounce up and down in his seat anxiously.

"You can get out and look around if you want."

"No, I can wait with you mom." I sighed. I wish he would become more independent at times. I slowly got out of the car, Kurt in tow. I looked around the outside of the house, seeing to many other houses on this street. Then I went inside the house with Kurt clutching my skirt for dear life. The front door lead to the living from, and to the left was an empty space, allowing anything to be in there. Going through the empty room was a room with an oven, most likely the kitchen. I turned around to see Kurt looking wildly around the rooms.

"Is this where we're living now?" I patted his head.

"Yes son. And it's going to be a good life." He smiled up at me, and I couldn't help but to not smile back. He might have had my bright blue eyes, but his father's smile was clearly on his face.

"Can I go look around?" He let go of my skirt and I pushed him forward.

"Go on, it is your home too." I watched him scamper off quickly. He was adorable in my eyes. Hopefully his peers will think so too.

Our house looked and felt home like now. While Kurt was at school I started fixing up the place. It looked like a normal house and not an empty area. Now I just had to wait for Kurt to come home from his first day of sixth grade. Like someone up above heard me, the front door opened and closed, signaling Kurt coming home.

"Honey, can you come in here?" I long silence came before I actually heard his feet coming towards me. Once he came in the doorway I could tell something was off with him. His face wasn't as bright as it always was, even when he was shy.

"Kurt, sweetie, what's wrong." He came over a wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head in my shoulder. I patted his back, wanting to know what's wrong with my baby.

"Kurt?" He sniffed and looked up.

"Mom, is there something wrong with me?" I looked at him horrified. How could my baby, my perfect baby, think something is wrong with himself?

"What do you mean?"

"No one's talking to me. No matter what I do. Did I do something wrong?" I didn't understand. Why did kids ignore him? I couldn't go to that school in a rage right now, I had to comfort my child.

"No Kurt, there is nothing wrong with you at all. I don't care what those kids say, or don't say, to you. You're perfect in my eyes." He sniffed again and burred his head deeper into my shoulder. I hugged him as tight as I could, wanting to shield all the cruelties of the world away.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too Kurt."