Hi all! So I wrote this on my 10 hour bus ride home yesterday. Actually it was written in two hours, because that's how long my battery lasts. XD I can't get the idea of the twins doing a mentoring program out of my head, so I decided to write it. I know it features more of Kurt than the Tweedles, but I'm going to make up for that a little later. Thanks for sticking around with me, guys! You know I love you all!


"Oh, come on guys," Evan Brightman smiled as he entered the tall building, followed by his brother and his friends.

"Yeah, you know, we do this every week," Ethan Brightman added, flashing a brilliant smile at his brother. "The least you can do is come once, and join us!"

A groan escaped Wes Hughes' lips, as he glanced over at David Sullivan.

"Please spare us the details," David whined. "I have no intention of ever having kids; they smell, they puke, they whine,"

"Kind of like you right now?" Kurt Hummel interrupted, earning a quick laugh from everyone except Wes and David.

"If you really don't want to be here, why did you agree to come?" Blaine Anderson asked, his eyebrow quirking in query.

"I came because David said he was going," Wes replied, at the same time that David said "Because Wes was going,". This earned another laugh from all involved, including the two sheepish boys involved.

"Well, I think you guys will enjoy it," Evan replied, scanning the currently empty classroom for signs of life.

"Yeah," Ethan added. "These kids are so cute, I wish we had more time to spend with them." He nodded together with his brother, emphasising their enjoyment.

"Tweedles!" Came a yell from the doorway. Suddenly the Windsor boys were surrounded by several children, boys and girls.

"Did you bring us anything?" A boy asked with a huge grin, his bright white teeth contrasting against the olive tone of his skin.

"No Marcus, not this time," Ethan replied, grinning fondly.

"But we did bring you some new friends to play with," Evan added, spreading his arms wide to encompass the Windsors, who stood grinning at the back of the classroom.

"Yay!" And the group was quickly surrounded by a group of the most energetic kids they had ever met.

Before long, all the Windsors were occupied with the kids. Wes and David were conned into a very long game of hide and seek.

Dwight was adopted by some kids who loved ghost stories, and they brought him to one side of the room to get him to tell them the scariest stories he could think of.

Reed found a group of little artists, and spent time making pictures with them at the art centre, while Shane played tag with some more.

Blaine was roped into a skipping game with several of the littlest girls, and he chuckled contentedly as they made up songs about him.

Evan and Ethan had disappeared, off to talk to the teachers, and Kurt was left watching from the sidelines. He noticed a small girl off to one side, clutching a book to her chest, looking longingly towards the other girls skipping.

He slowly wandered up to her, looking down as he studied her features. She really was tiny, delicate; with long brown hair and big brown eyes. She reminded him of a very timid, very young Rachel Berry.

"Hi," He murmured softly, and she jumped a bit. She sidled away from him, a terrified look in her eyes as she watched him warily. Okay, he thought to himself. Go slowly.

"Nice book," he added, reading the title. "What's it about?"

The girl mumbled softly, her voice melodic but unintelligible. Her eyes cast down to the floor, as her cheeks coloured.

Kurt kneeled down to the floor, his designer jeans be damned. He was going to befriend this girl, regardless of the consequences to his wardrobe.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't hear what you said. Can you say it again?" Kurt looked kindly at the girl, his open and honest eyes offering comfort and support, at least that's what he hoped.

"It's about unicorns." The girls' voice was beautiful, and when she enunciated her words, she spoke well, Kurt couldn't help thinking to himself.

"Wow, unicorns? Kurt offered a gentle smile. "I like cats, myself. When I was younger I pretended I had a cat as a friend. Well, actually, he was a panther. He came everywhere with me, even to school," Kurt could see that she was starting to like him, if the soft, small smile on her face was any indication.

"I do that," She replied gently. "I read about my unicorn in a book. His name is Gaudior, and he can fly. He takes me away when the bad things happen." She snapped her mouth closed, her eyes going wide, and she clutched her book closer to herself. Kurt had to swallow harshly to stop himself from starting to cry. This kid was terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing. He felt horrible for her.

"Exactly! That's what my friend did when I was little too. When I grew up a bit, I didn't need him as much, so he left me. But I will always remember him."

The girl nodded softly.

"They do that," She said quietly, her head hanging down. "Even imaginary friends leave you. No one ever stays," A soft sniffle from the girl nearly broke Kurt's heart.

"Hey, don't say that," Kurt spoke gently but firmly. "I'll be here. I'll keep coming back until you don't need me anymore, okay? I can be like, what was his name? Gaudior?" The girl nodded, her sniffles slowly abating.

"Will you really? You'll stay as long as I need you?" Kurt nodded, resolved to keep coming until he was in his late twenties if he had to, if only to be the one stable thing in this poor child's life.

"What's your name?" Kurt finally asked, as though only just now realising he had no idea what this child's name was.

"Amber," she replied. "That's what my mommy called me. Before she died." Now Kurt's heart really did break. He had something in common with Amber, a mother who had passed away when they were little.

"Do you know, my mom died when I was little too," Kurt admitted, and Amber looked at Kurt in horror.

"Did you have to stay with your uncle and get hit like me?" Kurt shook his head softly, forcing himself to look into Amber's big brown eyes.

"No. My dad was there for me. He was a great dad. He did everything with me, even the stuff that my mom was supposed to do. He loved me, no matter what I did or said." Kurt looked thoughtful, mulling over his life, as he reminisced to this child who seemed to be able to draw every emotion and thought from his head.

"Oh." Amber looked at the floor again. "I never had a daddy. Mommy said he was a bad man. He hurt her when I was in her tummy, and he went to jail. So I guess I have one, somewhere, but I don't know who he is." She looked as thoughtful as Kurt, and sighing softly, she sat down on the floor. Bringing her knees up to her chin, she looked at him with curiosity.

"Will you read to me? My mommy used to read to me, but no one has for a really long time. I can help you with the hard words," She offered, and Kurt felt his heart melt. She had been in his life for less than half an hour, and he already loved this little girl. He nodded softly, crossing his legs on the floor and scooting closer to her.

"Okay, but you definitely have to help me with the hard words," Kurt intoned solemnly. Amber nodded just as solemnly, and they began to read together.

Neither one of them noticed the other kids or teens all looking at them. They were being watched, but for different reasons.

"She's never spoken before," A boy named Andrew told Wes and David, as he stared at Amber and Kurt reading together. "She's been here for three years, and she's never said a word. Not to anybody."

Evan and Ethan had returned to the room while Kurt was making friends with Amber, and their eyes widened and their mouths dropped open in surprise. They had been trying to break through Amber's shell since they began coming here, a few months ago.

An older girl named Alyssa came up to them, placing her hands in theirs'. Looking down, they smiled in unison, a smile she returned.

"It's about time she found a friend," Alyssa whispered, trying to avoid disturbing the scene in front of them.

She released their hands, and slipped close to Kurt and Amber, sitting quietly down to listen to the story. Several of the other kids followed her example, and within minutes everyone was sitting around Kurt, listening to the story about the unicorns. Amber had climbed up onto Kurt's lap, and was dutifully pointing out big words and showing him how she could sound them out.

The teachers stood at the back of the group, along with a couple of Windsors. The others had opted to sit on the floor with the kids, everyone listening quietly while Kurt finished that story and began another one.

When it was time for the Windsors to leave, there were several children who cried, wanting them to stay. They promised to return, even Wes and David.

And they did. Every week until they graduated.


I'm thinking I wanna go further with this. I like the dynamic between Kurt and Amber, and I want to see more of them. Let me know what you think!