A/N: So I winged this chapter but I like it. I wrote it in like 3 hours so I apologize if you hate this chapter.

Not true so don't sue.

"Don't ever let anyone hurt you because you're different, Kurt," Elizabeth Hummel whispered to her 8 year old son, "Do you understand?"

Kurt nodded to his mother, "I understand mommy." he grabbed his mothers hand. She was laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a bunch of machines. She was sickly pale and skinny. Kurt could only guess she was cold. Everyone always felt warm to him. What he did notice was that she wasn't as warm as usual. "Why is this happening mommy?"

"Because, baby, it's my time to leave. My journey is over. But yours is just beginning." She said with a weary smile.

"I'm scared, mommy." The younger Kurt said tears prickling in his eyes.

"I know, baby. But you have to be strong. Be strong for daddy."

Kurt gasped a little. "What do I tell daddy? H-he'll think I'm crazy…he won't love me anymore…not without you to protect me."

"Shh," She cooed at him, "Don't think that way, honey. Daddy will always love you, no matter what. I know you're not like other kids out there, Kurt. You're special, you're amazing, you're extraordinary. And anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong. But, sweetie, you don't have to tell your father anything unless you want to. But I think it would help."

Kurt nodded, the tears flowing openly now. "Please don't leave me, mommy, I don't know what I'm doing." He pleaded.

"I know everything is knew to you right now, Kurt. But things will get better. You'll understand. And one day you'll find someone like yourself and you won't be alone anymore."

"Mommy, please…" Kurt whispered clutching her hand even tighter.

"I love you, Kurt." She said with a smile.

"I love you too, mommy"

Then the machines started beeping and a nurse pried him from the room sobbing. And that was it. Kurt never saw her again.

~oOo~

Kurt woke suddenly. His mothers last words burning in his thoughts. He looked over at his alarm clock and sighed. It was only 3:30. He rolled over in his bed. There was no way he was getting anymore sleep tonight. He laid there for about 10 minutes just thinking about his mother…about how she was the only person other than Quinn who knew about him. He was tormenting himself with thoughts of his mother. Because he didn't know what else to do he called Quinn.

"Hello?" a surprisingly awake Quinn answered after only the first ring.

"Why are you still awake?" Kurt asked in a tired voice.

"I should ask you the same thing. You're the one who called me remember?"

"Couldn't sleep." He said simply, "Do you wanna hang out or something?"

"Kurt, it's almost 4 in the morning." She said from the other side of the line, setting down the notebook she had been scribbling theories in.

"And?"

"We have school in a few hours?"

"Annnnnd?" Kurt whined.

"I don't know, Kurt. I have a lot of stuff to do" she lied lamely. She just didn't want to waste time when she could be figuring out critical visions…like the one from this morning.

"Fine if you don't want to be around me just say so." Kurt said with a bit of edge to his voice.

"No, Kurt I didn't mean it like that." she sighed, "I'll be down in a few minutes," and then she hung up.

Within minutes she was at Kurts window. One of the perks of living 4 doors down from him.

"What's wrong?" She said when she got in the house.

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk. Can we take this outside?"

"Kurt it's freezing out there." she said wrapping her arms around herself.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "It's freezing in here."

"Fine." And with that they ended up on a bench by the bus stop at the end of the street. They sat there for a few minutes in silence. Quinn was cuddled up in a big coat and a blanket while Kurt sat there in nothing but his thin pajamas. "It's unfair, you know," Quinn said braking the silence.

"What's that?"

"That you're just…oblivious to the cold."

"Well don't you think it would be ironic if I got cold?" Kurt chuckled and leaned on Quinns shoulder.

"What's got you down?" She said resting her head on top of his.

"I had a dream about my mother…actually I had a dream about a lot of things…" he said quietly.

"What other things?"

Kurt didn't answer. He didn't want to tell her about Blaine. He didn't want her to know about his growing fascination with the boy. All day he'd thought about the burning handshake. Kurt wanted to know everything about the strange boy he encountered yesterday. But he wouldn't admit to that. It was a sign of weakness.

"…I guess just my mother. I don't remember much else," he lied smoothly. "I don't want to think about it."

"Okay. What do you want to do?" She said. She could tell she was being lied to but she decided to drop it.

"I want it to snow." Kurt said quietly looking up at the sky. He carefully picked up a small flower from the small gardens surrounding the bench, "I want all the plants to be covered in frost and I want to make icicles appear on every ledge." he smiled at the delicate flower.

"Seems like a tall order for one night," Quinn said humoring Kurt. He needed a distraction.

"I could do it. Don't you dare doubt me," he said chuckling quietly.

"Oh, I don't! But I'm just saying it's a lot."

Kurt gently blew a cold breath on the small purple flower coating the petals with ice. He then handed it to Quinn. "They're prettier this way."

He and Quinn just sat there and talked about nothing in particular for about an hour before they decided to head home. Kurt hated keeping things from Quinn but telling her that he might have a crus- slight fascination on a…a human. It was out of the question.

Kurt would just have to push those thoughts out of his mind.

A/N: So yeah. Now you know Kurt can conjure ice if you hadn't already figured that out.