Sorry it took me so long to update! Promise the next one will be sooner XD Also, just FYI, no Blaine in this one, there will be lots of him in the next chapter. Mercedes makes an appearance in this one.

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"Uncle Kuuurrrrrrrt." Becca whined as Kurt talked on the phone with his assistant "I'm booorreeed."

"Okay. Yeah I should be coming in next week but… we'll see. Thanks Tory." He hung up, laughing at Becca who was now dancing around him begging for attention. It had been three days since Becca had moved in and even though she still had moments where she'd burst out crying for Finn and Rachel, or just stay completely silent and not speak at all, she was starting to act like her old self meaning a lot like Rachel. It was just the two of them as Blaine had gone back to work, he was the lead in a new original musical on Broadway and had decided he had already taken too much time off and wanted to go back. Kurt had decided he himself wasn't quite ready yet and decided to stay at home with Becca until she went back to her preschool once she was ready. Besides, being a fashion designer he could do some of his work at home, unlike Blaine. But today was going to be completely unproductive, he had already decided feeling Becca pull him to his feet to dance with her not caring that there wasn't any music playing.

"Well we have the whole day. What do you want to do?" He asked twirling her around.

"I don't know." Becca shrugged, then a sudden idea seemed to hit her "I know!" She gasped as she stopped dancing "I want more pretty clothes like we got that time mommy took me to your office and we went shopping!"

"You want to go shopping?"

"Yes." Becca nodded determinedly.

"Well I'm never one to pass up an opportunity to shop." Kurt winked at her "Go get your jacket, it's hanging in your room."

"Yay!" Becca bounded off to her new room to grab her jacket as Kurt pulled out his phone and found Mercedes' number on speed dial.

"Hey," She answered "how are you?"

"Pretty good. Where are you?"

"West 42nd just leaving an audition." She told him "why?"

"Well are you free now?"
"Yes. I repeat, why?" Mercedes said with a growing attitude.

"Feeling up to a shopping spree with me and Becca?"

"Blaine's gonna be pissed when he finds how much you charged for these," Mercedes laughed later as they walked into a café for a late lunch, carrying bags full of expensive clothing.

"Mercedes!" Kurt looked at Becca who was listening to Mercedes intently.

"I mean Blaine's going to be mad." Mercedes said quickly "You didn't hear that Becca."

"Hear what?" She grinned at Mercedes sitting down.

"Good girl." Mercedes chuckled.

"Do you want a paper and crayons sweetheart?" The girl who had taken their orders asked Becca.

"Yes please!" Becca said excitedly as the girl set them down in front of her.

"She loves drawing," Kurt told Mercedes "Finn used to says it was pathetic his four year old daughter is a better artist than him."

"She is though," Mercedes laughed watching as Becca colored, so enrapt that minutes past and she could make out faces that Becca was drawing "Is that you, Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine?"

"Yes," Becca nodded continuing to draw and Mercedes watched as Finn and Rachel in appeared the picture too. She looked at Kurt who was smiling at it sadly.

"It's beautiful." He told her.

"Uncle Kurt," Becca asked later as they got off the subway and made their way onto the city street "did I make you sad?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you liked my picture but you looked sad when you saw it." Kurt looked at her, how could a four year old be so intuitive?

"It's just I miss your mommy and daddy," Kurt admitted, not sure why he was telling her this and regretting it the moment the words left his mouth. Why didn't he just lie?

"But it's not forever, right? They're in heaven and they're happy and we get to see them when we go to heaven, even if it isn't for a long, long time. Isn't that right? That's what Aunt Mercedes said."

"Yeah," Kurt nodded, deciding not to impose his own experience with his niece. He'd let her have her faith for as long as she could hold onto it.

"But I miss them lots too." She told Kurt squeezing his hand, looking down at her feet "But Uncle Puck said I can't cry in front of you or Uncle Blaine."

"What?" Kurt looked at Becca "Why did he tell you that?"

"Because then you'd cry." She said simply.

"Well Uncle Puck is silly. Never feel like you can't cry when you want to okay?" Kurt told her.

"But then you'll be sad like today." Becca told him.

"I want you to promise me something." Kurt told her "Your grandpa told me this when my mommy died."

"Okay," Becca nodded.

"I want you to promise me you won't worry about upsetting me. Promise you'll come to me or Uncle Blaine when you want to cry."

Becca nodded, sticking her thumb in her mouth, a recent bad habit, and holding out her other hand for Kurt to take again as they made their way back home.