AN: Here's the next chapter, like I promised. I'm literally leaving to go on holiday in 5 minutes, so sorry if there's any errors, I didn't have time to proof read. I won't be able to update until next week unless the caravan site has wifi, but I'll continue writing while I'm there and update as soon as I get back. Oh and this chapter's much longer than the last one.

Chapter 2

Kurt looked towards the upstairs window of his house when he heard his father calling him. Burt was leaning out slightly with a displeased look on his face, he'd been calling Kurt for ten minutes already.

"Oh, I guess my lunch is ready. It's been really fun playing with you, Blaine." he sighed.

"You too, Kurt, see you soon?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah."

As Kurt left his garden, Blaine couldn't help but think what a great friend he'd made today. Kurt was funny, and not really a sad boy at all, like Blaine had originally thought, and he liked some of the same things as Blaine did, although he was more interested in clothes than Power Rangers. Kurt was kind and sweet and Blaine hoped his mommy would get better soon so he could be happy all the time, because he was pretty when he was happy. He'd also found out that Kurt was six like him, and he liked dressing up and playing house like Blaine too, so they really did have plenty in common. Blaine didn't really have many other friends, all the kids in his old kindergarten teased him and called him a girl, because he liked playing dress up and he spent time with Rachel and Brittany. Kurt didn't tease him, Kurt was the nicest boy Blaine has ever met and after much thought, he decided that yes, Kurt Hummel was his best friend.

Burt Hummel looked out at the sight in the Andersons' garden; Kurt and Blaine still talking and playing even though he'd called him many times in the last ten minutes. Yes, he was a little annoyed at this but he couldn't help smiling at the two boys sitting together on the grass. Kurt had such a hard time making friends in school, kids would pick on him for the littlest of things, his clothes, his toys, in fact, the only real friend he had there was Mercedes, so of course his father was pleased when he befriended Blaine from next door. They seemed to be having such a great time together, Burt thought, it was a pity he had to call him in really, but of course, he could always go out and play again after lunch before they went to visit Elizabeth in hospital later.

Thinking of Elizabeth, Burt felt tears start to prick behind his eyes, they both knew she didn't have long left, the cancer was too far along by now. In fact it was too far along months ago, when she was first diagnosed, and it was a miracle she'd made it this far. Back then, the doctors said they could try chemotherapy, but at the very most it would give her an extra month or two, and in her eyes, it wasn't worth it, it would terrify Kurt, seeing how truly ill she was, and it would force them to accept that she could no longer live a normal life, let alone a happy one. So she decided to let the illness take its course.

When she was diagnosed, they told her she would have around five months to live.

That was four months ago.

Kurt and Burt ate their lamb casserole ready-meals in silence- Burt never really was much of a cook- usually they would be chatting away with each other, but the conversations were always fueled by Elizabeth's energy and passion, and the truth was, without his mom, Kurt found he had nothing to say, and without Elizabeth, Burt found he just didn't feel inclined to say anything.

They continued like this throughout the entire meal, just silence, until, as they were clearing up Kurt asked, "can I go and see Blaine again, daddy?".

Burt nodded his permission and added, "but remember, we're going to see mommy in one hour ok?"

Kurt squealed in delight at the thought of seeing his mother and rushed out the door to see his new friend. Burt just stood in awe of his energy and excitement before shaking his head and going to wash the dishes.

When Kurt got back to Blaine's garden, the first thing he noticed was that Blaine was still sitting outside on the grass, in the same place he was when he left.

"Why are you just sitting there, Blaine? Wasn't it time for your lunch too?" Kurt asked, confusion evident in his voice.

Blaine shrugged. "Mommy and daddy are shouting again, so mommy forgot to make lunch today."

Kurt frowned, you should eat up every meal to make you grow big and strong, that's what his mommy told him, so why didn't Blaine's mommy think so too?

"Wait here." the chestnut-haired boy said, and he rushed back to his house on the other side of the fence. No more than twenty seconds later, he emerged again, holding two large, soft jam doughnuts. Walking back around, he offered one to Blaine, who just stared at him as if he'd offered him a lifetime supply of ice-cream.

"Well go on," Kurt said, "take it."

Hesitantly, Blaine reached for the sugary treat and took a cautious bite out of it. Chewing, his face lit up in delight.

"This is amazing!" he exclaimed, between mouthfuls.

Kurt was about to ask if he'd ever had a doughnut before, but decided against it, seeing as Blaine was enjoying it so much, and just sat down beside him and began to eat his own.

An hour later, Burt wandered over to next door's front garden to collect his son, and saw Kurt and Blaine running in circles across the grass, chasing each other.

"Come on Kurt, it's time to go now." he called softly over to the little boy.

Kurt turned to Blaine and explained that he was going to see his mommy now, but he would see him again tomorrow. As he was about to leave, Kurt had a thought.

"Blaine, come and meet my daddy!" he all but yelled. Before he could object, Kurt took Blaine by the hand and half-led, half dragged him to where his father was standing.

"Daddy this is my best friend, Blaine," hearing that he was Kurt's best friend too, he grinned widely, he was over the moon that Kurt seemed to like him as much as he liked the other boy,

"Blaine this is my daddy, Burt." all of a sudden, Blaine was extremely shy, his mouth felt dry and he was at a loss for words.

"H-hello, " He stammered, cheeks growing red with embarrassment. The big man chuckled,

"Nice to meet you, Blaine" and shook his tiny hand.

As they approached the hospital, Kurt's shoulders began to droop. He was about to see his mommy again, but he also knew that this was the place they took sick people. His mommy was sick, he told himself, and when you're sick they take you to the hospital to make you better, so his mommy was going to get better soon, he was sure of it.

"Elizabeth Hummel," his dad told the receptionist, and she pointed him towards room 162. Burt paused outside the door, preparing himself to see his beautiful wife who was now approaching her time. He swung the door open to see a young woman with flowing chestnut hair, propped up on her bed.

"Mommy!" Kurt screeched, running towards her and practically leaping into her embrace.

"Hello, darling." she started, "it's lovely to see you again, but don't jump on mommy, she's not as strong as she used to be!" Kurt apologized quietly and slid off the hospital bed.

"Mommy," he said "you're going to get better, aren't you? That's what hospitals are for, to make people better, right?" Elizabeth sighed inwardly, she knew the day would come soon where she would have to tell her son that she wasn't going to get better, and she wasn't going to be around much longer.

"Honey, sometimes, people get very, very sick, and no matter how hard the doctors try, they can't make them better. Mommy's one of those people." she explained.

"But mommy, if you aren't getting better, the doctors here aren't very good at their jobs. The hospital should get rid of them and find new ones who can make you better!" Kurt suggested.

Elizabeth thought about what he said, and realized he's still a very young child, who doesn't understand why he's losing his mommy. Even though, over the past four months, Kurt has been forced to be mature far more quickly than he should have, having to come to terms with his mother being hospitalized for weeks at a time, he is still just a six year old boy, struggling to understand what's happening.

"Kurt," Elizabeth said, sternly but kindly, "mommy's not going to be around much longer, she's very, very sick and so she has to leave soon, and won't be able to see you again." Kurt started whimpering at this, so she decided to add something.

"It's not that I want to leave, honey, but I have to, ok? You have to be strong for mommy and for daddy as well, and you have to stop him making a big mess in the living room all the time!" she giggled, "mommy needs you to be brave, can you do that for me, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded solemnly, and as much as she hated to see him like this, Elizabeth knew she had to prepare him for what will happen in the near future.