Because I was late, I posted two updates. You're welcome ;) Enjoy!

Rating: K

Carole was just settling down in her favorite chair to read her latest book when the phone rang. Burt put down the newspaper and leaned over the arm of the couch for the cordless phone.

"Hello?" A pause, then, "Uh, sure. Hold on a second."

Suddenly, the phone was handed to Carole, who panicked almost instantly. The last time she received a phone call on the house phone instead of her cell, her son had been…well, let's just say it hadn't been a good call. But a reassuring smile from her husband put her slightly at ease. "Hello?" she said curiously.

"Hey, Carole. I hope I'm not bothering you. I can call back later."

Carole let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, not at all, Kurt. What's up?"

She and Kurt had steadily grown closer over the years, especially after Finn's death. Since the moment she and Burt had married, she viewed the younger Hummel as one of her own, to love and protect. That being said, they never really had regular phone conversations like the boy had with his father.

"Well, as you know, I am getting married next month."

Carole giggled, having received many emails from the bride-to-be about the event. "Yes, yes I do know that."

Kurt let out a nervous chuckle himself. "Right, of course. Well, anyway, there was something I wanted to ask you. Kind of a favor, but you don't have to if it's going to make you uncomfortable or if you don't really want to. I would completely understand if – "

"Kurt!" she exclaimed, stopping Kurt's rambling. "Honey, just ask me."

"Rachel and I were discussing the dances and she kept going on and on about her dads and which one she'd dance with and… I got to thinking about my dance."

Kurt took a deep breath, one that Carole could hear over the speaker of the phone.

"I was hoping that you would maybe…dance with me? Like, for the mother/son dance?"

Carole put a hand over her mouth in surprise, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Kurt."

"Like I said, you really don't have to if – "

"I would be honored," she whispered back, voice cracking on the last word. Carole had just assumed that Kurt would dance with his father instead. This was indeed a surprise; one, she realized, that Carole needed very much.

She heard Kurt clear his throat, his own words shaky as he responded. "Okay. Great. I, uh… I'll let you know more about it later."

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

Kurt was silent for a few moments. "Thanks for saying yes."

The moment was broken when Carole heard Rachel speaking in the background.

"Uh oh, she's crying again. I should probably go."

Carole smiled widely. "Yes, you probably should. I'll talk to you later, sweetie." She could hear Rachel sobbing now.

"Definitely. Love you, Mom. Bye!" he yelled quickly, hanging up before Carole could reply.

Carole returned the phone to it's original spot before cuddling in close to Burt, who had been silently watching from his place on the couch.

"Everything okay?" he asked, noticing the unshed tears in her eyes. He could feel her squeeze his arm tight.

"Wonderful," she whispered.