WOW. This is the longest drabble I've written so far. What can I say? This one was fun! Too much fun, I think. Don't forget to review and tell me what couples/songs you want me to write about! Thanks for the support!

Pairing: Kurt/Elizabeth/Burt (Parent/Son relationship)

Song: "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift

Disclaimer: Glee still doesn't belong to me :(

"Your little hand's wrapped around my finger, and it's so quiet in the world tonight. Your little eyelids flutter because you're dreaming, so I tuck you in, turn on your favorite nightlight."

Elizabeth Hummel looked down at the small bed in front of her. Four year old Kurt Hummel was grasping her large hand in his small hand as he slept. Elizabeth quietly closed Kurt's favorite bedtime book, Goodnight Moon and stood to leave. She gently removed her hand from his, and Kurt shifted in his sleep at the loss of contact. He muttered quietly under his breath as he dreamed.

Elizabeth pulled the sheets up to Kurt's shoulders and leaned down to kiss his forehead before she laid the book on his bookshelf. She bent down and flipped on his Cinderella nightlight. She smiled as she remembered how Burt had tried to talk Kurt into the Superman nightlight, or the Toy Story one. But Kurt had cried and given his father the infamous puppy-dog eyes until he caved and bought the Cinderella nightlight.

With one last glance over her shoulder, Elizabeth turned off the light and gently shut the bedroom door quietly so she wouldn't wake her son.

"To you, everything's funny. You have nothing to regret. I'd give all I have honey, if you could stay like that. Oh darling, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little. Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple."

Burt Hummel absolutely loved waking up to the sound of his son's laughter. He lay in bed with his eyes closed as he listened to his wife and son talk quietly.

"How do you think we should wake Daddy up today?" Elizabeth whispered to Kurt.

"We should pour water on him!" Kurt giggled back, and Burt felt the toddler's hands on his back.

"RAAAAH!" Burt sat up quickly in the bed and attacked his son with tickles. A grin spread across Burt's face as his son erupted into laughter. "Who dares try to pour water on their father?" he growled as he tickled Kurt's stomach.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" Kurt laughed, trying desperately to grab his father's wrists so the tickling would stop. "Stop Daddy! Stoooop!" he screeched.

"Never!" Burt replied, leaning down to touch Kurt's nose with his. Kurt's grin grew wider as Elizabeth stood up out of bed.

"Okay, boys, stop playing. Kurt, go get dressed so you can eat breakfast before you go to the Anderson's house," she said calmly.

"Awe, Mommy!" Kurt pouted.

"Awe, Lizzy!" Burt echoed. Elizabeth shook her head with a smirk.

"Sometimes it's like I'm raising two kids, not one," she teased as she headed for the master bathroom. "By the time I get out of the shower, Kurt better be dressed!" she warned lightly before shutting the door.

"Do I hafta?" Kurt pouted up at his father.

"Is today a shop day?" Burt asked. "Do you want to come to work with Daddy today?"

"YEAH!" Kurt grinned and stood up, beginning to jump on the bed excitedly. "Can I? Can I please, Daddy?"

"Sure, why not?" Burt laughed. "Go get dressed while I call the Andersons and tell them you aren't coming," he groaned as he stood up and watched Kurt run out of the room excitedly. Burt sat back and wished with all his might that Kurt's life could always be that simple.

"I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. No, no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up, never grow up."

Kurt was seven now, and in elementary school. Burt was sitting outside in his pickup truck, waiting for the bell to dismiss the classes. He glanced back down at the newspaper he brought along with him, and read it, trying to occupy himself until Kurt got in the truck.

His reading was interrupted as he heard the passenger side door open. Burt folded the newspaper and turned to smile at his son, but quickly frowned. "Kurt! What's wrong?" he asked, seeing his son's tear-streaked face.

"Nothing," Kurt mumbled, crawling into the seat and bringing his knees to his chest. Burt turned to face his son.

"Don't lie to me, champ. What's wrong?" Burt reached out to rub his dad's back.

"Stupid Dave! He's always mean to me and Britt and it makes me so mad!" Kurt cried. "He keeps stealing her from me so they can go kiss under the slide, and Britt gets mad when I don't wanna kiss her! And Dave tells me I should just go kiss Blaine, but I never do. Is that bad? Am I being mean to Blainers by not kissing him?" Kurt's tear filled eyes stared up at Burt.

"Oh, Kurt," Burt whispered, opening his arms. Kurt shot himself into the hug, and Burt hugged his young son tightly. "You're not being mean to Blaine at all. Dave's being mean to you, and so is Britt. But you just need to keep being nice, because that's what nice people do. Okay? I promise you, you're not doing anything wrong," Burt said quietly as he leaned down to kiss Kurt's head.

"Okay, Daddy," Kurt replied weakly.

"Alright, now sit up and buckle in, because Papa Burt is taking you out for ice cream," Burt smiled.

"Before dinner?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"Before dinner," Burt laughed.

"You're in the car on the way to the movies and you're mortified your mom's dropping you off. At 14, there's just so much you can't do. And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots. But don't make her drop you off around the block. Remember that she's getting older, too. And don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs getting ready for school. No one's ever burned you, nothing's ever left you scarred. And even though you want to, just try to never grow up."

"Dad, this isn't fair!" Kurt whined. "Why can't I just walk? It's only like a 20 minute walk!"

"And you're only 14! You think I'm gonna let you walk around town by yourself to go see a movie?" Burt replied. "I don't see the big deal with me driving you! It definitely would keep your hair perfect like you're always complaining about," he scoffed.

"Blaine's mom is letting him walk!" Kurt pouted.

"If Blaine jumped off a cliff, would you jump too?" Burt replied cooly. "Now, if you want to stay and argue, go ahead. Or you can get in the car and I can drive you to the theater." he said, crossing his arms.

With a tortured sigh, Kurt trudged to the car. "At least drop me off at the gas station and let me walk that far," he collapsed into the truck seat.

"Kurt, no. Just think, two years and you can drive yourself everywhere," Burt reasoned, heading down the street.

"Yeah, and four years until I'm on my own and I can do what I want!" Kurt spit back.

"Yeah, very true," Burt replied. Burt knew Kurt was going through his phase, and in a couple hours, would be back to his normal self.

LINE

Turns out, it wasn't until the next morning that Kurt came to his senses. Burt was walking to his son's room to see what the brunette wanted for breakfast, but paused outside the door. He grinned as he saw Kurt dancing around in front of the mirror, wearing pajama pants and using his comb as a microphone.

Burt stood in the doorway and watched the impromptu performance, and once the song ended, Burt began to clap softly. Kurt turned around, blushing bright red. "Dad! How long have you been standing there?" he squeaked.

"Oh, second verse or so," Burt smirked. "But it's good to see you doing that. You used to do it all the time when you were young, and I've missed seeing you do that," he smiled and stretched his arms.

"Dad, I'm sorry about yesterday," Kurt said suddenly. "I just, I'm ready to grow up so people can stop making fun of me," he sighed.

"It's okay, bud. But, not going to lie to you, it doesn't get better when you grow up." Burt smiled sadly, and Kurt lowered his head.

"I figured it didn't, but I could hope, right?" Kurt's voice cracked, and Burt walked into the room, wrapping his son in a hug. "I wish I was small again," Kurt whimpered into his dad's chest.

"So do I, champ. So do I," Burt murmured.

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room. Memorize what it sounded like when you dad gets home. Remember the footsteps, remember the words said. And all your little brother's favorite songs. I just realized everything I have, is someday gonna be gone."

Kurt sat on his bed, aged 17, looking through a scrapbook. He ran his fingers over the glossy page, looking at the pictures of his room from when he was four. The walls were green, and a Cinderella nightlight was plugged into the wall, close to the small racecar bed. Kurt rubbed his knee over the small scar he remembered getting the day he tried jumping over the foot of the bed when he heard his dad yell, "I'm home!" like he did every day. The resulting injuries were quickly patched by a band-aid and the promise of ice cream after dinner. And Kurt teared up, realizing that things couldn't be fixed that easily anymore.

"So here I am in my new apartment, in a big city, they just dropped me off. It's so much colder than I thought it would be. So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on. Wish I'd never grown up. I wish I'd never grown up."

Kurt sat in his small apartment, basking in the silence. Finn, Carole, and Burt had just left, and it was the first bit of silence Kurt had all day.

He didn't like it.

I'm in New York, he thought to himself. Nineteen and I'm finally out of Lima and in New York. Mom would be proud of me. I can call my own shots now. Kurt smiled to himself and stood up, going to look out the window.

Looking out at the city lights, Kurt shivered involuntarily. Looking at the clock, he realized it was 10:30 pm. Time for your first night in New York, your first night as an individual. Kurt smiled. But once he laid in the dark room, it was too dark. Too quiet. Too cold.

So Kurt leaned over and pulled the worn nightlight out of the bedside table. Cinderella smiled back at him as he plugged the nightlight in. Shuffling over to the couch, Kurt grabbed the afghan his mom had made years and years ago. Turning on the radio, Kurt curled up into a ball and wrapped himself in the afghan. And he fell asleep wishing he hadn't grown up. But he knew that this life had greater things for him, and this was just the beginning.