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Kurt Hummel and Doctor Jones
Mercedes Jones first met Kurt Hummel when she was seven years old. Her mother had had to run to work on her day off, leaving Mercedes with no one to look after her. The solution was to drop her off at her father's place of work, a dental practice. Mercedes was far from bothered; the patient waiting room had a large selection of toys to busy herself with, and she, of course, knew where her dad hid the stickers. She had lined up the practice's collection of dolls in what was meant to be a fashion show, with brightly coloured and sometimes rather abnormal clothes sported (wasn't that what fashion was?), when she was interrupted by the first patients of the day arriving... loudly.
A woman stepped into waiting room first. She wore a summer dress and had wavy brown hair, and she was the one to register with the receptionist, announcing that they were the Hummel family. She was shortly followed by a larger male dressed in flannel (which even then Mercedes registered with disgust) who held the source of the commotion. Mercedes had never seen a face so red as the one over the larger man's shoulder. A young boy, screaming as loudly as his voice would carry, kicked and punched with all his might at the man, who Mercedes decided was most likely his father.
Eventually, the man seemed to tire of his son's antics, and he deposited the child next to Mercedes on the floor with all the toys. The boy hiccupped, wiped his eyes, and began to cry quietly. Now, Mercedes was always raised to be nice, kind girl, so she picked up one of the male dolls – dressed in a blue coat, white trousers, and matching white beanie hat – and waved it in front of the boy. The tears stopped almost immediately, and the boy (Kurt, as he introduced himself as later) hiccupped once more and took the doll from Mercedes. They played for a few minutes before it was Kurt's turn, and the tears returned with a gusto when his dad lifted him away from his new friend and carried him into the next room, still holding the doll. Mercedes winced in sympathy.
Nine years later, Mercedes Jones was sat once more in that waiting room (on a chair this time, though), tightly holding her best friend's hand as they waited, to not only give comfort but to stop the boy next to her from bolting. She gave him a reassuring smile to distract him from his mumbled mantra of, "stars don't have bad teeth," before noticing something in the corner that made her laugh. She stood, his hand still firmly in hers, as she went to pick up what she had seen.
"Do you remember this?" she asked, holding up the doll to him. "He kind of looks like you."
Kurt shrugged. "I swear I've seen that outfit somewhere too..."