Kurt stood at the window of his bedroom looking out to the large garden. He could see his brothers Puck and Sam playing soccer with their friend Mike. His oldest brother Finn was sitting on a bench to the side, holding hands with his (brand new) girlfriend Rachel. The girl was smiling and happily chatting away.
Artie and Brittany were playing with Lord Tubbington, throwing a toy mouse from one to the other while the cat looked more annoyed than entertained..
There was a knock on the door and his sister Santana entered.
"Ready to go down the rabbit hole?" she asked.
The boy only gave her a confused look. Today marked his first therapy session and he was already nervous enough without the Latina going all cryptic on him.
"You will understand once you see the office. It is all kinds of weird."
She hugged her little brother.
"It is going to be okay. She won't make you talk if you don't want to."
She took the pale boy's hand and led him downstairs where their dad was waiting to drive them to the child psychologist's office. Out of all his siblings he had chosen his dark-haired sister to come along for moral support.
They remained silent for the whole ride. Kurt was so nervous he could not stop his mind racing. What if this doctor said he was too damaged? What if she told the Schuester's to send him away again? What if she blamed him for not helping his daddy more? He was beginning to feel sick. This person was going to judge him and he felt completely unprepared.
The office was in the centre of town. They took the elevator to the fourth floor, where they were greeted by a friendly receptionist and sat down in the waiting room.
Kurt was scared and wished Emma would have come with them, he felt a lot closer to the mother, but guessed that might have been the reason Will chose to drive them. He looked around the waiting room. There were a lot of toys lying around and there were comics and drawing books on the table. The boy did not feel like playing.
Santana pulled him close to whisper in his ear.
"Sit in the green chair, it is the most comfy one. It reclines, check out the ceiling."
Kurt was confused but before he could respond he was called to see the doctor.
Dr. Rhiannon Davies was a tall woman with long, thick, greying hair. She wore a tie-dye blouse and a long denim skirt with sandals. Kurt thought she looked like someone out of that Hair musical his mom had liked to watch.
"Hello Kurt. Why don't you come inside so we can get to know each other."
She had a strong Welsh accent and the boy thought the way she pronounced the 'r' made his name sound funny.
The doctor ushered the small boy inside while giving a reassuring nod to his family.
Kurt's eyes grew big as he took in what the doctor called her office. It was a large friendly room with big windows. Several chairs were placed around, no two were of the same colour. There were even more toys lying around here than in the waiting room. On the shelves, in between heavy, scientific looking books, there were dozens of snow globes.
"Go on. You can have a look around." the doctor said.
The boy took a couple more careful steps into the room. He picked up a snow globe and shook it, then moved on to the next one. He noticed a musical box and wound it up to listen to the melody. He turned to look at Dr. Davies but she just smiled at him so he kept looking around. There was a wall to his right that was covered in drawings and Thank You notes. The boy guessed the woman was popular with her patients or at least tried to make him believe that by displaying the artwork. His siblings had told him she was okay though, he trusted his sibling's judgement.
He looked around for a couple more minutes, shook a few more snow globes and played two more musical boxes, then he finally settled in the big green chair. The chair was so huge that only his feet went over the edge of the seat. He thought it was a weird piece of furniture for an office that was primarily visited by children. He briefly wondered if it was the chair that had made his sister compare this place to wonderland and carefully checked the table next to him for "drink me" bottles or "eat me" cookies. There were cookies, but no sign next to them.
"Are you feeling comfortable, Kurt?" the doctor asked.
The little boy nodded, running his hand over the velvety fabric on the arm of his chair.
"Would you like to ask me anything?" the tall woman asked.
The boy was unsure so he only shrugged.
"My name is Rhiannon Davies. I am from Wales, that is in Great Britain."
Kurt nodded, he knew about Wales, his brother Sam had made him watch several episodes of Torchwood, even though Emma insisted they were both too young for it.
"I am fifty years old. I moved here more than twenty years ago, because I fell in love and my husband was from here. He died many years ago."
She pointed to a picture frame on the desk behind her, it held an old picture of a tall, black man holding a little boy in his lap.
"That picture was taken two years before our son died. He had leukaemia."
Kurt felt sorry for this lady.
"I miss both of them a lot, every single day. Can you understand that?"
The small boy nodded. He understood all to well. He still missed his mommy and daddy. Missed them so much it hurt.
"I still cry a lot when I miss them. Do you think it is a bad thing to cry?"
Kurt shook his head.
"Crying can be good. It is good to release one's emotions. I often feel better after a good cry. There is nothing to be ashamed of. " she looked at him "Right?"
The child nodded.
"Sometimes I get really angry. I feel like they abandoned me and it is frustrating because I can't yell at them. So I had to find some other way to release my anger. Would you like me to show it to you?"
The boy nodded and took the doctor's offered hand. She let him to a corner of the room that had a punching bag as well as some kind of rubber foam bats.
Dr. Davies handed her patient a blue bat. She grabbed a bat of her own and with a loud scream started hitting the punching bag.
"Come on, Kurt. You got to help me out here. We can't let the punching bag win!"
For a moment Kurt was not sure what to do. He was convinced this woman was crazy. Maybe she was not the therapist at all, but a patient who had killed the real doctor in a therapy session terribly gone wrong. Now the real therapist was lying dead in that closet over there and he was left alone with a psychopathic murderer. He should probably get out of here and call for help as fast as possible.
On the other hand this bat swinging looked like a whole lot of fun. The boy decided to give it a try.
He swung the bat and hit the bag hard.
"Good one, Kurt!" the psychologist encouraged.
She took another swing. "Aaaargh! Take this!"
Kurt laughed.
"Aaaaah!" he yelled as he took his next swing.
They busied themselves swinging and coming up with new battle cries for a few minutes.
When they were left out of breath Dr. Davies smiled at the boy.
"Now that was fun." she said with a smile.
Kurt smiled back.
"I know this is against doctor patient confidentiality, but I am going to let you in on a secret. This is your brother's favourite part." she laughed.
The little boy grinned. He could totally picture Puck enjoying this a lot.
"Okay we have a couple more minutes, why don't we take a little breather."
They went back to their chairs and as Kurt settled back into his, hugging his power ranger, the woman pushed a button and the chair reclined. The boy laid back looking at the ceiling.
Dr. Davies closed the curtains and dimmed the lights.
The child gasped as stars began glowing all over the ceiling. He knew they were only those stickers you could by in any toy store or supermarket, but right now they looked like magic.
Then he noticed a dark spot on the ceiling right above him. He furrowed his brows in concentration, trying to make out what exactly it was. It kind of had the shape of a stamp, but why would a stamp be up there?
"Wondering about the stamp?" the woman asked.
He nodded and watched her grab a flashlight. She flashed a light at the spot on the ceiling.
Kurt could now recognize it as a Disney stamp.
"That's Pluto!" the therapist said with a serious look on her face. Then she grinned at the small boy.
They both burst out laughing.
Time was up and Dr. Davies took Kurt back to his waiting family. Santana immediately wrapped her little brother in her arms.
"I think that was a great first session, Kurt. If you are willing I would like to meet you again next week."
She looked at the boy who nodded, giving her a shy smile.
"And I will see you in two days, Santana. Tell your big brother he still owes me a snow globe!"
The girl laughed.
"Oh, I told you to give up that hope, doc!"
On their way home Will and the kids picked up enough ice cream for their family and friends.
When they arrived Emma scolded her husband for picking up the treat before they had had dinner, while most of the kids were busy cheering.
Puck approached his little brother with a grin.
"So, did she show you Pluto?"
Kurt nodded and smiled.
"Come on then, ranger. Better hurry before Finn eats everything on his own!"
AN: Okay, no dissing Dr. Davies or her methods. She is completely based on my own T and experience so any complaints about the session being unrealistic are invalid.