Kurt and Burt get in a car crash. Burt dies, and the only way to save Kurt is to turn him into his earliest form. A baby. To complete the operation, they need someone who is his age and blood type to give blood. That person, also has to adopt him. The only person they can find is Puck.

T for language.

Everyone is out of collage in this fic.


Kurt's still 2 and a half in this chapter.


Kurt walked out into the TV room, clutching a teddy bear with glasses that Artie got him for his second birthday. He watched his dad read for a while, then made his presence known.

"Dwaddy?" he called out. Puck looked over his book to see Kurt. "Kurt?" he asked, putting the book down and taking off his glasses. Kurt tip-toed over to him, jumping a bit when he heard the thunder. Puck took in his body language, then knew Kurt was afraid of the thunder.

"I down't like thwunder, dwaddy." Puck gave him a soft smile, and took Kurt in his arms.

"How about a song?" Puck suggested. Kurt thought for a moment. "Oh Kay." Kurt agreed.

"Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine."

Puck sang, no back up music, just his voice. Kurt's eyes began to droop. He began the next verse.

"From your head to your toes
Your not much, goodness knows
But your so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine." Puck finished, as Kurt fell asleep, a small smile on his face.

He carried Kurt to his bedroom, knowing Kurt wouldn't be scared if he woke up again with Puck. He settled Kurt under the covers, then climbed in himself. He tucked Kurt in his side, and fell asleep with Kurt's head under his chin.


The next morning, Puck woke up, though Kurt was still sleeping. He climbed out, going to make breakfast. He put a pan on the stove, and cracked an egg over it. He made coffee for himself, then made apple juice for Kurt. He poured Kurt's favorite cereal in a bowl.

He was just putting the finished food on the table when Kurt came out, running for the bathroom. Puck smiled and followed him, just as Kurt came out, looking smug.

"I went daddy! No accidents!" Kurt frowning around the mispronounced word. Puck gave Kurt a high five, and led him to the table. Kurt climbed in his booster seat, and fed himself, as Puck ate his own food. Kurt finished after Puck, and with a jump, he began to make his way for the play room, when Puck stopped him.

"Hands?" Puck said, motioning for him to hold out his hands. He wiped them with a wet rag. He then wiped Kurt's face.

With a small push, Kurt went to the play room. Kurt played with his toys, and watched cartoons. Puck was working in the room next, the door open so he could watch Kurt, and work at the same time. After lunch, Puck carried Kurt to his room, so Kurt could have his nap. Kurt didn't like naps, but Puck noticed Kurt felt better afterwords.

"Daddy! The pwone is winnging!' Kurt called out. Puck picked up his cell phone, and saw it was his mom.

"Hey mom." He said in the phone.

"H-hi No-ah." Puck scrunched his eyebrows together. His mom was crying.

"Mom...Whats wrong?" He asked, standing up.

"Honey, Your Grandma. She's passed last night in her sleep." Puck paled, then hung up. He sat on he couch, as Kurt came over.

"Daddy? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, looking worried.

"Kurt...In a few days, your going to spend time with auntie Mercedes and Uncle Sam." Kurt looked surprised.

"Am I in twouble?' Kurt asked, his eyes glassy. Puck's eyes widened, then shook his head.

"No, Kurtie. Come up here." He motioned for Kurt to climb in his lap. Kurt did as he said.

"You aren't in trouble. Your always my good boy. Something bad happened, and I need to fix it. I will only be gone for a while. Ok?" Kurt nodded.

"I love you daddy." Kurt whispered, his head in Puck's neck. Puck held onto him for a while, soaking up his nice baby smell and patting his soft hair.


Puck finished packing just as the doorbell rang. He stuffed one last pair of socks before closing the suitcase, and answered the door.

"Hey Sam, Hey Mercy." he said, motioning for them to come in. Mercedes gave him a hug, and Sam patted him on the back.

"I'm so sorry Puck." She said, and Puck gave her a small smile.

"It's ok." Sam nodded and set their suitcases down.

"So, where's the little squirt?" Sam asked, lighting the mood. Puck's smile got bigger and he pointed to the living room. Kurt was coloring, and had not noticed the two come in.

"Kurt!" He called out. Kurt looked up, smiled, then ran to Mercedes. She picked him up, and kissed his cheek.

"Cedes'!" Kurt squealed. He turned, and saw Sam.

"Sam!" Sam smiled and ruffled Kurt's hair. Puck took Kurt from Mercedes arm's, and said his goodbyes. He handed Kurt to Sam. He left, with a sad look on his face. Mercedes followed Puck out, noticing Puck was worried.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking at him.

"It's, this is the first time I left Kurt with out me!" Mercedes chuckled, and patted Puck on the shoulder.

"Puck. Kurt's going to be fine! I swear!" Puck smiled.

"Just call me if anything goes wrong. Oh, just some tips.. Kurt sometimes has nightmares. Warm Milk works every time. Did I even get any milk? I should check..." Mercedes stopped him.

"Bye!"She made Puck get in his car and Leave.


Mercedes walked into see Sam Holding Kurt in his arms, and counting to three before pretending to drop him, Sam having his hand on the back of Kurt's neck.

"One. Two...Three!" And Sam made Kurt laugh again. Mercedes giggled from her spot, and Sam turned to see her watching him, with a small smile, he set Kurt on the ground.

"Remember when Kurt was only a few months old, and Mike did that, and Kurt spit up on him?" They laughed at the memory.

"Or when he kept pulling Quinn's hair, and he yanked an extension out?" They laughed again.

"Or when he stole Artie's glasses?" That started them off anew.

"Good times. Good Times." Sam said, wiping a few stray tears.


When Mercedes woke up the next morning, it was to Sam pacing the floor, holding Kurt in his arms, with a green blanket wrapped around them. Kurt was sucking on an old pacifier, and looking sick. He was slightly asleep.

"What's wrong?" Mercedes asked.

"I woke up, and Kurt was in the bathroom, looking green. He threw up on the floor before I knew what was wrong. I called the doctor. It's just a mild stomach bug. Lasts about two days."

Mercedes made a soft, sad cooing noise. "The poor baby."

"Yeah. I gave him some medicine, though. I almost had to get his temperature rectally, until I found an one were you could check the temperature through his ear."

Mercedes made a move to get Kurt, but Sam stopped her.

"I got him. I don't want to move him, until he is completely asleep." Mercedes looked sad for a moment, then shook her head.

"Ok. Do you need anything?" She asked, wanting to help. Sam thought for a moment.

"Can you get his stuffed bear? He was wanting it earlier, I just didn't want him to throw up on it."

"Sure." She left the room to go get the bear. When she came back, Sam was checking Kurt's pull-Up.

"He had an accident. I don't blame him, he's feeling pretty bad right now. I don't think he even knows he had one."

Mercedes thought for a moment.

"I think there's diapers in Puck's bathroom cabinet, We could put them on him, just for his sickness days." Sam agreed to this.

Kurt had yet to respond, Being groggy. Sam carefully laid him on the towel set up on the bed, and slid his Pajama bottoms off, and the wet Pull-Up before cleaning him and sliding the diaper on. He put the wet pajama pants in the hamper, and threw the Pull-up in the trash.

Kurt was fully asleep now, clutching the bear, and sucking on the passifier.

Sam carried Kurt to the living room, setting him up so he could sleep comfortably and they could still check on him to see if he was ok.

Mercedes Kissed his forehead, and dimmed the lights.

"Have a good rest, Kurtie." She whispered.


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