As Time Goes By Chapter 2: Five Years Old, a Glee + New Normal Crossover fanfic

Hey guys! Its been a while, he is a chapter of five year old Kurt.

In this chapter he loses his mum, warning it is sad. Sorry not sorry

Love Squiggle.

Burt had called Bryan and David a few hours ago to see if they could look after Kurt for the night. Elizabeth Hummel had passed away the day before and neither were coping. The mechanic couldn't fathom that his partner of the past ten years was gone while Kurt would just sit quietly in his room or sit in his dad's lap with his head against his chest.

As much as he didn't want to be separated from his son, he knew it would be best for him not to see his father in this state. Burt was meeting up with friends and was going to drink away his troubles, he knew it wasn't healthy but in a time like this, he didn't care.

Burt packed Kurt's little vintage suitcase (something the boy had demanded on his fourth birthday) with clothes and toys that he would need. When they arrived at their friend's house, the little boy was being carried by his father, his face tucked into the crook of the older man's neck sleeping lightly. After knocking on the door David shortly answered the door with a sympathetic smile.

"Hey Burt," David whispered as he noticed Kurt sleeping. "I want to say that I'm sorry for your loss but I'm sure you have heard that from a lot of people lately."

"I have but thank you, I know you are one of the only people who mean it and don't say it because you feel obligated. I can't thank you enough for looking after Kurt, I just need… some time do deal with it on my own."

"Don't mention it Burt, we are always happy to look after him," David told sincerely.

"Can you," Burt started awkwardly, "try to get him to eat something? He refuses everything I give him and I don't want him to get sick." The brunette smile and nodded, the mechanic gently woke up his son and tried to put him on the ground. Kurt clung, kicking and screaming, not wanting to lose another parent. It took a few moments but the little boy eventually let go, completely void of any emotion which scared them more than his outburst. The mechanic left soon after, feeling horrible for what he had done, he considered picking him up and taking him home but he had been assured that the two men could handle it.

David took Kurt's tiny suitcase and delicately guided him into the lounge room; Blaine's excited face lighting up when he saw his friend. He was about to run when he felt his dad's hand on his shoulder. Bryan murmured a warning to his son before he let him greet his friend. The curly haired boy took his friends hand and dragged him over to the pile of Lego he had on the floor, Kurt watched on while Blaine played with them trying to engage his friend to no avail.

Later that night Bryan served dinner for everyone. He had made spaghetti bolognaise, Burt had told them that it was Kurt's favourite food and he hadn't been eating so he hoped he would eat something. The celebrity placed the bowl in front of the boy with an anticipative countenance. The countertenor picked up his fork and started pushing it around not looking too interested.

"Everything ok sport?" David asked as he twirled the pasta around his fork.

"Mommy puts cheese on top," Kurt replied solemnly.

"I think we can achieve that," Bryan told brightly, rushing to the fridge to return with some shaved parmesan. Placing a few slices on the boys food before putting some on his son's. The countertenor took a tentative mouthful of the spaghetti, deeming it ok and not poisonous before taking another bite. Both fathers shared a vivacious grin, ignoring the boy as he ate afraid that he would stop. The curly haired boy held most of the conversation, animatedly talking about his day as he smeared sauce all over his face.

After dinner they bathed the boys and dressed them in fresh pyjamas. Bryan laid them in Blaine's queen bed before he put a movie on the TV and left the room.

"I'm really worried about Kurt," Bryan told when he returned to the lounge room, laying on the couch with his husband.

"I know Bry, he just needs some time. I couldn't imagine losing my mum ever let alone when I was five."

"Would it really be so bad if we lost her?"

"Bry," David said in a warning tone.

"I'm convinced she still hates me. I've never seen Kurt so sad, he always wants to help me cook when he comes over but he barely said a word tonight, hopefully Blaine can get him to smile."

At two in the morning, little Blaine travelled the long, dark hallway to his fathers room carrying his plush teddy bear. He opened the door and saw his dad lying on his stomach while his papa had his arm around his midsection sleeping peacefully.

"Papa," Blaine whispered no reaction. He walked further and stood at the side of the bed and whispered again. The curly haired boy climbed on to the bed and prised his papa's eyelid open. "Papa, are you awake?"

"I am now," he groaned. "Blaine what's wrong, did you have a bad dream?"

"No," he shook his head, "but Kurt's scaring me." Confused David lifted his son from the bed and carried him back to his room. When he entered he saw the little boy tossing in his bed and muttering strange words. The doctor placed his son on the floor before making his way over to the other boy. Kurt was obviously having a nightmare, his forehead scrunched up and a distressed look on his face. David stroked the little boy's cheek as he gently woke him from his bad dream.

"Kurt, its ok honey, wake up," David cooed. The boy looked petrified when he opened his eyes, quickly darting them around the room at the unfamiliar surroundings. "Are you ok?"

"I want my mummy," that's all it took for Kurt to completely breakdown, ever since he lost his mother; he had barely spoken a word or shown any emotion. Blaine tried to hug his friend and make him feel better but it didn't work, which made the curly haired boy start crying. The doctor rolled his eyes before he told him to go his fathers' room while he helped Kurt. He lifted the lithe child from the bed and carried him to the kitchen, the countertenor snuffling into his shoulder as he hewed to the man holding him.

"You know," David started as he clutched a bottle of milk from the fridge. "When I was younger an upset, my mum would make me warm milk," he filled a Sippy cup before placing it in the microwave to heat up. "She would ask me what was wrong and she would hold me, I always made me feel better."

"I miss my mum," Kurt mumbled.

"And you are allowed to miss her Kurt, don't let anyone tell you any different. It's ok to miss her; you can take as long as you need to be sad about your mum. So if you need to cry then cry because no one will judge you."

"I want daddy," Kurt said.

"Your daddy will be here in the morning," David assured. He removed the milk from the microwave, testing it on his wrist before handing it to Kurt. The countertenor started sucking on the bottle as he cried softly. For the thirty minutes David gently soothed the small child, softly rocking him as he paced the hallway. He didn't complain, simply rubbed the child's back as his tears eventually dried and he fell asleep. Bryan had come to see if everything was ok a while back but he saw how distraught Kurt was and decided to leave it to his husband.

Later he placed Kurt back into the bed while Bryan did the same with Blaine. Apparently little Blainers wouldn't go back to sleep so the celebrity sung to him while he caressed his hair, it was a sure fire way to get him to sleep. The parents watched from the doorway as the curly haired boy shuffled closer to his friend in his sleep as Kurt unconsciously nuzzled into his shoulder.

"They are so cute."

"They are," Bryan agreed as he wrapped his arms around the other man's waist while he rested his head on his shoulder. "I hope Kurt's ok."

"Don't worry he will be, he's tough. If he needs support we will be he for him." David stated firmly. Bryan placed a kiss on his cheek, took his hand and let them back to bed; knowing that Kurt would be fine.