Hi, I'm S.C., the author of this fic.

This is the second chapter to my new series, "Memories of Mommy". It's the story of four year old Kurt and his mother, Claire. This series will just be a bunch of short stories, or 'memories', and it won't be a totally cohesive story. Cool idea, right?

By my standards this is crappy, but it's finals week and I don't intend on failing because of a fic...

Thank you so much for taking time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy it!

More notes after:


Kurt woke up from his morning nap happier than usual, but something was wrong. His teddy bear, James, had gone missing, and Kurt was not okay with that. Slipping off him bed, he ripped the room apart looking for the tattered brown bear. As toys flew across the room he came across a Build-A-Bear shirt which he pocketed for his own bear. Losing all hop of actually finding it, he laid down onto the bed and fluffed up his pillow. To his surprise, the bear slid out from under the pillow as he lifted it. He squeezed the teddy bear hard enough to squeeze the stuffing out and put the green shirt onto his friend, and then decided to go find his mom.

Baby Kurt waddled into the living room to find his mother, Claire, who was busy looking through a fashion magazine. He pulled himself up onto the couch to see exactly what his mother was doing, and his little head peeked at the pages. Fashion models in designer gowns graced the pages in flawless poses. His eyes went big as he stared at all the glitz and glam. He started to grin, and Claire kissed him on the head.

"Hello there Kurtsie." She greeted with a soft voice. Claire put the book down, for a second causing her son to pout. As she placed him into his lap she laughed, realizing why he was pouting. "Oh, you like the pretty models?" Kurt shook his head furiously.

"Nooooo Mommy, I like the pretty clothes." he whined, picking the book up and leafing through the pages. Kurt marveled over every stitch and every button. "Mommy, I want a pretty skirt like that!" he giggled pointing at a male model with a kilt on.

"Kurtsie, that's called a kilt, it's a skirt for a guy. And I think my little prince would look adorable in it." she laughed, ticking his tummy. Kurt giggled and squirmed with every tickle, and dropped James in the process. Claire bent down to get it and smiled at the bear's new article of clothing. "I've got an idea!" she shrieked as she scooped up her little man in her arms, grabbed her pocketbook and keys, and headed out to car. Kurt still held onto the fashion magazine as she strapped him into his car seat, mesmerized by everything. The red Nissan zoomed down the driveway and onto the road. Strings And Things, the local fabric shop was their destination, and Kurt giggled loudly as they pulled into the parking lot. Both mother and son loved the store, and they were in there three days out of the week. The little bell jingled as the two walked through the door, and a familiar face greeted them.

"Well hello there Claire And hello Kurt, you look so much taller." The salt and pepper haired older lady asked, patting his head.

"Mary, you saw me the other day. Don't be silly!" Kurt giggled, swaying back and forth. She pinched his chubby cheek, causing Kurt to turn a violent shade of red. His eyes started to dance around, looking at all the fabric. Claire slid her hand into his small one and grasped it firmly so he couldn't wander off like he tended to.

"Of course sweetie, I think I way need new glasses then. So, Claire, what are we here for today? Making another quilt?" Mary asked, walking with them further into the store. Her free hand ran over the yards and yards of fabric.

"Not today Mary. Kurt discovered his passion for fashion, and we are here to buy some supplies. He's our project." Claire smiled, holding up the tattered teddy bear and both Mary and Kurt's faces lit up.

"Well isn't that cute! We just got some nice pastel fabrics in." she laughed, walking them to the new arrivals section. Kurt instantly fell in love with the light blue, jersey knit one, and the magazine was still glued to his hand.

"Thanks Mary! Ready Kurt?" she asked, pulling him along. "So hun, pick any two fabrics and we'll go home and make James an outfit." Claire let go of his hand and watched as his eyes grew ten sizes, running around the heaps of fabric. Zipping up and down the aisles, he made his way back to the light blue fabric he was so in love with.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy! This one, this one!" he called to his mother, who was making a b-line for her son. She chuckled as she picked him up.

"This one is perfect for a shirt, but now we need fabric for a pair of pants." Claire asked, picking up the fabric and heading over to another display. Kurt shook his head and held up the magazine, flipping to the page with the model they saw at home.

"No mommy, I wanna make James a skirt like this boy in this book." He said wriggling around and pointing to the picture of the handsome make model wearing the kilt.

"A kilt like the man in the magazine? That's a perfect idea." She cheered with a bright ended up picking out a plain black fabric to make the kilt, and after a short melt down from Kurt, they also purchased fabric glitter. Mary happily rung them up, smiling extra bright as she scanned the glitter.

"Kurt will grow up to be an amazing boy." She whispered as she handed Claire the bags.

"Thanks hun, I know he'll have a tough road ahead of him, but he'll inspire so many people." Claire said, holding back tears. She knew her son was different from other boys in an amazing way, but she knew her life was going to be a living a hell. Claire strongly believed that Kurt would be tough enough to deal with the unfortunate abuse that he would face in his middle school and high school years. These thoughts plagued her mind as she drove home, Kurt in the back seat singing along with the radio. His singing was high pitched, even at a young age, and his mother encouraged him to sing louder by turning the radio's volume up. He sang the whole way home, as his lovely voice drowned out her miserable thoughts.

Once at home she carried her son up to his room, because it was time for a nap. She tucked Kurt in and promised him a kilt and shirt for James by the time he woke up. Claire scurried along to her craft room, and started measuring, cutting, and sewing fabric together to form the clothing. A good two hours later, the glitter had just dried and Kurt had just toddled down the stairs looking for his mother.

"Mommy!" he called walking into the crafting room which was littered with scraps and quilting materials. She laughed as she hugged her son.

"Kuuuuuurt!" she called out to him, in a half mocking manner. Claire plopped him onto the table and pulled the teddy bear out of a draw. "How does he look?" she asked, giving him James. Kurt's eyes watered as he hugged the bear tight. The black kilt twirled with every move he made, and the light blue shirt had a bedazzled neck line. He squealed loudly as he held it closer to his chest.

"Mommy I love it so much, and James loves it too! Thanks mommy!" he giggled, leaning in to give her an eskimo kiss. Claire giggled, and then helped him off the table. Kurt waddled away giving compliments to the bear, and she thinks he may have even called it dapper like she called Kurt. She couldn't help but smile as she quietly followed him to his room where there was a tea party set up for the two of them. Kurt turned around to see her smiling face,

"Mommy wanna join us?" he asked, offering her a plastic tea cup and saucer.

"I'd love to!" she laughed, sitting on the rug with James and Kurt. Her son was so happy in that moment that she wished he's always be that happy, despite how others were going to treat him. It was her one wish on life.


Note~ So I reread it, and I thought some of you may be confused over Claire's feelings about Kurt's femininity. She adores and admires the fact that he is so different, but that being said, she is just worried about how he is going to be treated as he grows up. She encourages him to grow and change and explore who he is.

Keep an eye out for the next chapter! My goal is to have a chapter up each week, and there are about 6 more chapters to this.

No chapter next week due to a vacation that I'm forced to go on.

Once again, thank you so much for taking the time to read this story.

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Please feel free to check out my other stories as well!