AN: I don't own the song in this chapter obviously, belongs to Kenny Loggins (I think he sang it first) it's a beautiful song though and if you haven't heard it search it on you tube it's awesome

Chapter Three

A scream shattered the silent night, jerking Burt from his heavy sleep, he grunted, nearly dropping the picture frame from his lap. He looked around; sure he hadn't heard anything at first, setting the picture back down on the side table. Then it came again, this time quieter but still as anxious and needed. "DADDY! MOMMY!"

Long legs carried him up the stairs two at a time, he reached the landing and hurried down the hallway. He half expected there to be an intruder. The bedroom was all but empty, except for a small child who was soaked in sweat and urine from the smell of it as he thrashed against an invisible enemy. Burt gave a silent curse to Harry Potter, before he hurried over and gently gripped Kurt's face, "Kurt!" He gave a gentle shout, surprised as the child jerked from his dream. Green blue eyes shot open, and skinny arms shot out to wrap around Burt's neck. Sobbing against his neck lasted only a few seconds before Kurt realized he wasn't just damp from sweat. "Daddy I'm sorry!" He suddenly sobbed.

"No baby," Burt whispered, he lifted his son from the bed, not caring about the urine or sweat, "Don't be, you had no control over this, come on." He picked his son up all the way, allowing the legs to wrap around his thicker frame and he cuddled the sobbing child close. "Daddy has you," He whispered. "Daddy's always going to keep you safe son." He whispered, realizing that soon he'd be forced to keep that promise more than ever.

Carrying Kurt into the bathroom, he gently turned the warm water on, and stripped his barely responsive child down and placed him in the bath. Stripping off his own shirt, Burt leaned over, grabbing the soap and began to gently scrub and clean Kurt off, the child continued to cry, but at least now he wasn't sobbing. Rather sniffling occasionally and trying to swipe at his eyes. Burt caught his wrist once, as Kurt went to wipe at his eyes with a soap covered forearm. "I wouldn't do that buddy," Burt offered gently. Reaching out, Burt grabbed a washcloth he'd used earlier on Kurt's forehead, and gently wiped his son's face. "There, all better. Do you want to sleep with me in my bed?"

Kurt looked like for a single moment he wanted to say no, then he gave a slow nod. Burt smiled, grabbing his son he wrapped the towel from earlier around the thin boney shoulders and ushered his son into the master bedroom. He grabbed a pair of Kurt's boxers out of the boy's bedroom, and grabbed an oversize t-shirt he normally used around the house. "Here," he helped Kurt get dressed, then lifted him high into the air and plopped him onto the bed. 'He's so little', Burt thought as he watched the child curl up against Mary's pillow. Stripping down to his own boxers and a t-shirt, and opting for flannel pajama bottoms instead since the house was still a little cool, he slid under the covers and pulled his son against his chest.

"Sing?" The boy whispered.

"Kurt, I'm not like mommy, I don't know all these great songs."

"Please daddy?"

Burt didn't actually know how to say no to those big eyes, sighing he nodded, "Right then…okay I know one." Taking a slow deep breath he began to hum, and then he sung. "Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under the branches lit up by the moon.
Posing our questions owl and eeyore
as our days disappeared all too soon.
But I've wandered much further today than I should
and I can't seem to find my way back to the wood.

So help me if you can I've got to get back to the
the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh
Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh…" He stopped and smiled. The boy was fast asleep again. Settling in a little further, Burt took a calming breath, closing his eyes, he allowed sleep to over take him as well.

The first thing Kurt became aware of the next morning was his need to potty, which was followed closely by the urge to scratch every inch of his body. Whining slightly he slid out of his father's arms, scooting to the end of the bed. He hurried out of the bedroom and to the bathroom.

Burt woke shortly after his son disappeared, he paused for a moment, and he'd expected to find his son still cuddled in his arms. The son was shining through his windows, which meant it was later in the morning. Stretching his arms and legs, he got out of bed, heading down the hallway. His son stepped out of the bathroom, his face, hands and arms were now covered in spots, his eyes watery.

"What's wrong kiddo?" He questioned as he knelt down in front of his son.

"These don't match any of my outfits!" The four year old cried.

Burt chuckled softly as he pulled his son close, "That's okay, son. They're going to go away. Don't waste a perfectly good wardrobe on silly little spots." He kissed his son's cheek and carried him into the kitchen.

Ten minutes later Burt placed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of his son. He'd grabbed himself some toast and bacon, along with a steaming cup of coffee. He watched his son for a long moment, his heart aching at the thought of what they'd have to go through soon.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah buddy."

The boy seemed to be considering his words carefully, "Is somethin' wrong with mommy?"

Burt didn't know how to respond, his heart ached with the idea of how to reply. He looked at his son, not even sure how to understand what was wrong with his wife, let alone tell his son. "Kurt, son…mommy is a little sick. But she's seeing plenty of doctors who are going to try very hard to make her feel better."

Kurt seemed to consider this, "Daddy…would mommy like it if I drew her a picture to make her feel better."

Burt grinned, "I think mommy would love it. And I'll make you a deal, if you color a picture for her, I'll color one too!"

"Okay!" Cheering the little boy started to get up, but Burt reached out and stopped him with a hand at his elbow.

"Finish breakfast big guy, then you can color."

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By the end of the week a majority of Kurt's poxs had scarred over and his fever had disappated. He'd had a rough couple nights, but aside from that he appeared to be feeling much better. Burt wanted to keep him at home most of next week, but he'd ask his wife, as she was due back on Sunday.

He smiled as he the door to their house unlocked; Kurt looked up from his video game, and grinned at the sight of his mommy. "Momma!" He cried he ran to her, arms outstretched.

She chuckled softly, putting her bags down and lifting him into her arms, she hugged him close, kissing his cheek. "Hey little one." Breathing the familiar scent of her son and husband she smiled. "I've missed you," She felt her eyes tear slightly at the idea of never hugging him again. She looked over at Burt who smiled warmly.

The mechanic stood, and with their son cuddled between them, he pulled his wife into a hug as well. "I love you," He whispered, kissing her over Kurt's head.

When they seperated a few minutes later, Kurt smiled up at his mommy. She gave him a warm and familiar smile back and looked at her boys, "Did you two have fun?"

Kurt nodded, "I drew you a picture," He wriggled from her arms, as she put him down. He ran out of the living room, before bringing back two pictures. She chuckled at the sight of familiar disney characters colored in bright colors. "Sweetie their beautiful! You're getting very good at staying inside the lines-"

"That's…that's mine actually."

Mary laughed loudly, as she hugged her two men again, "Oh Burt," she giggled.

The End