So I don't own either song just FYI, oh and I don't own Glee.

Kurt's POV

Blaine and I became fast friends talking between classes, doing homework together, and hanging out on the weekends. He talked about his little boy all the time, it was sweet. For the first few weeks he never mentioned his wife, and I was happier about that than I should have been. I just couldn't help my feelings for the guy. He was so invested in everything he did. He got so excited when he talked about music, or performing, or his son. We got along so well, and he was just so perfect looking with the curls, and the bow-ties which having a job in the fashion industry I should probably never admit to liking as much as I did. We quickly became closer when we had an assignment to sing about a family member, to help us put emotion into our work, and I asked him to help me find a song about my mother.

"What is she like?" he asked me.

"What was she like." I corrected "She died when I was eight. She, well she was the one who introduced me to music. We used to sing together. She taught me to cook. She started my interest in fashion. According to my father she knew I was gay, even if she died before I had any idea myself and she accepted me, and loved me for it. She was my mom, my person to turn to, the one who cared for me, and raised me." I took a deep breath to steady myself, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I think we can find something." Blaine said as he wrapped an arm around me. "She sounds like the perfect mother."

"Thanks. Who are you going to sing about?"

"I don't know. I don't really want to go for angry, or hurt, and that eliminates my parents, brother, and my wife."

I took that in, I might not have my mother, but I had my father, and we had a better relationship than most, and after his heart attack and the cancer, it just got better and better. And angry and hurt about his wife? I'll have to ask him about that later."Your son maybe?" I suggest.

"Maybe, but I don't know how many sons there are about fathers and sons. Fathers and daughter sure, but not sons."

"There are a couple country ones. I looked at them to sing to my father when he had his heart attack, you could change them up."

"That sounds perfect. Can you help me look into them?"

"Of course."

In class the next week our professor walked in and handed out papers for us to peer grade each other. Everyone's name was on it with three categories to fill out, who the song was sung for, What emotion was presented, and other comments. "Anderson, you're first." the professor called and he stood up and walked to the front of the room. "Now you're going to sing your song, and everyone will fill out their papers, then you will explain who the song is for, and how you feel about the person. Blaine nodded adjusted his guitar and started to strum.

I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye Fighting was against the rules and it didn't matter why When Dad got home I told that story just like I'd rehearsed Then stood there on those trembling knees and waited for the worst
And he said, Let me tell you a secret, about a fathers love A secret that my daddy said was just between us He said daddies don't just love their children every now and then It's a love without end, amen, its a love without end, amen
When I became a father in the spring of 16 There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my fathers son And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end I took my daddy's secret and I passed it on to him
And I said, Let me tell you a secret, about a fathers love A secret that my daddy said was just between us I said daddies don't just love their children every now and then It's a love without end, amen, its a love without end, amen
Last night I dreamed I'd died and stood outside those pearly gates When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake If they know half the stuff I done they'll never let me in Then somewhere from the other side I heard these words again
And they said, Let me tell you a secret, about a fathers love A secret that my daddy said was just between us You see daddies don't just love their children every now and then It's a love without end, amen, its a love without end, amen

When he ended the room politely applauded, and he asked if everyone was ready. No one objected so he started "That song was for my son. He's not old enough to fight in school yet, but I love him more than anything, and nothing could ever change that, and that is what I was trying to express."

"Thank you Anderson." The professor said before he called the next name. The next three students all song about significant others, then it was my turn I stood and walked to the front of the room. I start my song.

Going back to a tender age, so full of confusion and rage, Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone." There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing in dirt, someone says, "Time heals the hurt. Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on," but all you want is Mama's arms.
You ride back home in a limosine, the saddest car that you've ever seen, your brother can not look you in the eye. Lightning strikes, thunder roars, an early winter in that heart of yours, but you swear you won't let them see you cry 'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
The neighbors come and bring you pies, endless words and futile sighs, and you run up to your room and lock the door. And there you are in your Sunday best, the way your Mama would have had you dressed and you realize it doesn't matter anymore 'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes. The seasons change the young boy grows to understand it's all part of some plan. You used to wonder what it's all about. Now those are questions you can do without. You laugh them off and do the best you can but all you want is Mama's arms. All you want is Mama's arms.

By the time I stop I'm choked up, and I have to breath for a moment before I say. "That song was for my mother. She died when I was eight, and though I didn't have a brother at the time, the song is about missing her, and I sang it because I love her." I walked back towards my seat and got a few pats on the back, and Blaine pulled me into a hug. "That was amazing." he whispered in my ear.