The Last Goodbye

by Ramblepedia

When Kurt comes across his mother's old video tapes, he decides to go ahead and play them by himself even though he knows he should probably wait for his dad. She spent the last two years of her life recording everything she could in order to help her men live without her and trying to make sure that her son could look back and know that his mom was proud of him, no matter what.

1. Chapter 1

Ok so I thought I'd started posting this on fanfic but I guess I did not. It is up on Archive of Our Own through chapter four thusfar if you want to jump ahead. Basically, how this fic is working is different from my usual ones. I'm not updating it daily, or weekly. I'm just updating it as I can. This has become a ficcy that I've been working on to keep myself writing during my last semester of college. And I will warn you, it is probably quite sad. Since we all know Mrs. Hummel (who I always call Elizabeth because yes) died when Kurt was 8 all the cute scenes are bittersweet and yes this is going to track up to her last recording before she dies. I know, big spoiler I guess, but I figured I'd warn you in advance so you can prepare yourselves. Please don't walk away though just because this canon death happens. I'd really like for you to give it a chance despite that, since you're here already. Probably drawn in by the allure of a toddler Kurt. Who doesn't love toddler Kurt? n.n

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"Is it working?" the soft spoken voice of a child asked.

"Yes Sweetie," his mother responded. "See this light?" He poked his face into the lens of the camera, slowly running his fingers around the outside rim. "That means it's recording. Do you have anything you want to tell the future?"

"The future! Ok so in the future, there's going to be-"

"Step back, let them see you." The little boy took a tiny step away. "A little more." He started moving backwards until his entire torso was visible. "Stop, there you are. That's a nice shirt you have on today."

"Thank you I picked it out myself."

"I know you did. Now, what were you telling the future?"

"Oh! In the future. Uhmm...I'm going to be a star."

"You are!"

"Uhhuh. And you and dad will always have front row seats." The scene fell silent for a moment. The tiny boy's face scrunched up in concern. "I can get balcony seats if those aren't good enough!"

"Its...its not that. Kurt, why don't you put on a show for us now. Dad and I will make the stage for you, we'll set up a nice little dinner table for three, and you can give us your performance before desert. How's that?"

"Ok!" the boy squealed as his smile returned.

"I love you."

"I love you too Mom."

Kurt had known this was going to hurt as soon as he'd heard her voice. He was six years old when his mom was diagnosed with cancer. He was eight when she died. For those last two years he remembered that camera being a constant companion. He'd forgotten about them until he found the old box of tapes in the attic.