Burt changed the channel on the TV and looked over at Kurt. His nine year old son was dozing off beside him on the couch. He knew he was going to be mad at him if he let him sleep through it. It was the first year Kurt was allowed to stay up until midnight for New Years Eve, but he was having a hard time staying awake. He'd fallen asleep twice already.
"Hey, wake up kiddo," Burt said, patting his back. Kurt jerked up and blinked several times, then rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry," Kurt mumbled. "What time is it?"
"Just past 10:30. You can go to bed if you're too tired, bud. You don't have to stay up until midnight." Kurt shook his head.
"I have to see what happens," he insisted. "I've never seen a new year before." Burt didn't have the heart to tell him that nothing special happened when the clock hit midnight. He decided to let Kurt figure that one out on his own.
"It's just over an hour," he told him. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Kurt nodded, still sleepy. Burt put on Peter Pan and watched the movie with him. Kurt fought to stay awake through it, and eventually curled up on the couch, too exhausted to fight it. It was only twenty minutes until midnight, but Burt didn't want to wake him up. He started back to school in just a few days, and he'd be falling asleep in class if his sleep schedule was messed up. Burt picked him up carefully and carried him up the stairs. Kurt hadn't put on pajamas, so he just let him sleep in his clothes so he wouldn't have to wake him up.
Burt looked down at him as he tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead. Kurt didn't wake up. He must've been worn out to already be sound asleep. He knew he wanted to stay up to see the New Year, but he didn't want him to be disappointed. There was always next year.
Author's Notes:
This is kind of very short but I didn't feel it needed to be any longer. My first year I stayed up until midnight I was upset nothing exciting happened, and I can see Kurt being that same way.