AN: So, this might be the last time I update for a while. I'm starting high school on Thursday, and I'm taking all honors. Yeah, I won't have time to update for a while.
I STOOD FIVE FEET AWAY FROM DARRIN CRISS ON SATURDAY! He was performing at this street festival for gay rights in Chicago, and I got to go. We had to wait in the rain for four hours, but it was totally worth it. Plus, I got to meet Dylan Saunders and Brian Holden (Can you say HOTTT!)
If anyone has a twitter, it would be great if you could follow me! My name is aweebitinsane.
Lots of love,
Lifesjustducky
(Oh what the hell, my name is Megan. So, Lots of love, Megan)
"Hey, Daddy?" Sam asked. The family was visiting Lima for Christmas, and staying with Burt and Carole.
"Yes, princess?"
"Why don't you call Grandma Carole mom?" The five year old asked. Kurt had been bracing himself for this question for a while now.
"My mommy died when I was little. Then, when I was in high school my Dad, Grandpa Burt, married Uncle Finn's mom, Carole." Sam processed this information before speaking again.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did she die?" Kurt wasn't expecting this.
"She was driving home from work, she was a nurse, and a car hit her."
"But why did the car hit her?" Now, Kurt wasn't religious, at all. Samantha (his mother) had a firm belief in God, and had tried to instill that in Kurt. His beliefs died with this mother, but he still remembered the answer his father gave when he asked the same question.
"God wanted her to be in heaven with him." He answered.
"What was her name?"
"Samantha. We named you after her."
"Do you miss her?" Kurt pulled Sam into a hug.
"Every single day." The father kissed his daughter's forehead. After a few minutes, Sam moved away.
"Can I have a cookie now?" Sam begged. Kurt laughed at the short attention span of five year olds before grabbing one of Rachel's famous Christmas cookies (that said 'Sorry' on them for some reason no one would ever understand.)
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Kurt grabbed his hand made floral bouquet and prepared to head out the door.
"Where are you going, Daddy?" Sam ran over and griped onto the hem of Kurt's coat. Blaine quickly ran in behind her.
"Sorry, Kurt. She ran up."
"It's okay. I'm going to visit someone."
"Who?" Sam asked.
"My mom."
"Carole's in the kitchen, Daddy."
"No, do you remember when we talked about my mommy who died when I was little?" Kurt waited for Sam to nod. "I'm visiting her grave."
"Can I come?" Sam's huge puppy dog eyes starred up at both men. Kurt and Blaine had a silent debate.
"Sammy, it's going to be really boring." Blaine tried to reason.
"I don't care."
"It's cold out, princess. I don't want to you to get cold." Kurt added, as he attempted to get closer to the door, and farther away from his daughter. He absolutely loved Sam. That wasn't the problem. Visiting his mother's grave was always something Kurt did alone. He did try to bring Blaine that one time, but the sprinklers went on half way through the visit, leaving them both sopping wet. Kurt took this as a sign that this was just another thing in his life he would have to do by himself.
"I don't care. I'll wear a coat." Sam held up her light pink faux fur coat. "I really wanna go, Daddy!"
"It's really just not a place for little kids."
"You said I was named after her! I wanna see her grave!"
"Alright. Get on your coat, Sammy, and a hat, gloves, and boots please." Kurt ordered. Sam immediately ran into the closet to find the needed items. "Are you coming, Blaine?"
"No, after the sprinkler incident, I think I'll stay away."
A few minutes later, Kurt and Sam were loaded into Kurt's car, on their way to the graveyard. The ride was silent.
Kurt grabbed Sam's tiny hand, as they trod down the very familiar path that was now sprinkled with the powdery snow that often fell in mid-December. The walk was silent.
Finally, they reached their destination. A simple, grey marble gravestone with snow piled up around it. The inscription read: Samantha Lynn Hummel, beloved wife, mother, friend, and nurse whose life was tragically taken far to soon. May she rest in peace. Sam approached the grave and began to read, slowly but surely. Tears began to fall from her cheeks as she processed what she read. The words barely fazed Kurt at this point. He had read them so often in the past twenty-five years. Kurt began to sprinkle poinsettia flowers in the snow. He knew they would turn brown and disintegrate soon, but that didn't matter. Poinsettias were a Christmas tradition, especially in Kurt's childhood home.
"Why?" Sam asked, gesturing to the flowers strewn in the snow.
"There were her favorite; a Christmas tradition." Kurt explained.
"Can I… talk to her?"
"Go ahead."
"Hi, Grandma." Sam said hesitantly, afraid of what would happen. "I'm Sam. I'm Kurt's daughter. I'm five. Daddy says I'm a lot like you." Sam paused. "Daddy, I don't know what else to say." She whispered, like she didn't want the grave to hear her.
"That was great, Sammy." As Kurt spoke, snow began to fall, then speeding up. Kurt smiled. His mother always had always loved the snow.
Definitely a much better sign than getting sprayed by a sprinkler.
