"Elizabeth? Elizabeth, where are my car keys?" Burt called. Since it was Saturday he had been able to come home for lunch, but he needed to get back to the garage.

Elizabeth was on the living room floor, playing with Kurt. Burt could've sworn he'd set his keys on the entryway table, but if anyone would move them, it would be Kurt. Burt bent down next to his three-year-old son and tried to get him to talk.

"Kurt, did you take Daddy's keys?" Burt coaxed.

"No I did not," Kurt said, and returned to playing with his stuffed animals.

"Burt, I'm sure he didn't mess with them," Elizabeth said in his defense. "Kurt, did you touch Daddy's car keys? They were right over by the door."

"No, I did not," Kurt repeated with a hint of sass. "Mommy, I no take keys." He held up his hands to prove he was innocent.

"I know, precious," Elizabeth cooed at him. Burt sighed and stood up. He couldn't spend all afternoon just looking for his car keys. "Burt, I'll just drive you back to work. I'll try to find your keys after I put Kurt down for his nap."

"Fine," he shrugged. It frustrated him that he'd misplaced them when he had just had them, but he didn't say anything as he got his coat. Elizabeth put Kurt's shoes on him, and then they were ready to go.

"Where we going?" he asked, and insisted on zipping up his own jacket. Elizabeth picked him up and pulled his hood over his head, since it had been raining off and on all day.

"We're taking Daddy to work," Elizabeth told him. "Let's go." Burt opened the front door and went outside first. It was still cold, but the rain had stopped.

"Daddy, look!" Kurt called out. Burt turned around, and saw his keys, still stuck in the door. Burt twisted them and pulled them out of the keyhole.

"Found them," Burt said. His wife rolled her eyes. Burt looked at his watch and panicked. His lunch hour had ended over twenty minutes earlier. "I gotta go."

"Honestly, Burt," Elizabeth said. "Keep better track of your things."

Burt kissed Kurt on the top of his head. "Bye, buddy. I'll be home later. Be good for Mommy." He gave his wife a kiss, and then hurried back to work. Burt was constantly forgetting and misplacing things. His wallet, keys, important papers, and he even lost track of Kurt at home once when they were alone, and found him hiding in the pantry, eating all of the Oreos.

Burt put the car keys incident behind him and went on to the garage. It wasn't until he was already back to work that he remembered he had left his wallet back at home.


Author's Notes:

I haven't done much, but I love writing little Kurt and Blaine! They're so much fun. I hope you liked this!