"Kurt? Kurt, where are you?" Blaine yelled through the woods. Blaine had come over to Kurt's house to surprise him, but had found only Burt in the house. Burt had said that Kurt was in the woods out back. Blaine had found this very odd, since Kurt was always set against getting dirt on his anything. Blaine approached the woods and called Kurt's name one more time. Still no answer, but he did hear a rustling noise and quiet singing. It sounded almost like a baby bird, but then he realized that it was coming from Kurt, probably just out of eyesight in the woods. He followed the sound and came to a small clearing, where Kurt was sitting on a wooden swing tied to a tree. "There you are!" Blaine said. Kurt jumped.

"Oh! Blaine! You scared me!" Kurt said.

"Your dad told me you were back here. It's nice," Blaine said, looking around. All of the trees were lush and green and there were small wildflowers growing.

"Yeah, it's kind of my spot. I come out here to think," Kurt said, still swinging gently.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked.

"Just school stuff. Like, what I want to do now that high school is over," Kurt replied.

"Ah." The boys sat in silence for a few minutes, Blaine in the grass and Kurt still on the swing. "Have you always come out here to think?" Blaine asked. The swing looked like it had been there for a while. The rope was fraying.

"Ever since I was eight years old. This was one of the last things my mom and I did together," Kurt said quietly.

"Oh, Kurt, that's beautiful. It's wonderful out here," Blaine said.

"Thanks." Kurt got up, walked over to a small patch of dirt and started to brush at the dirt. Eventually, the patch of dirt revealed four handprints in cement with cursive names under them: one set said Kurt and the other said Hannah, his mother. "Those were hers," Kurt said, fitting his hand perfectly into her old handprints.

"She must have been beautiful, she helped make you," Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the cheek. Kurt smiled at Blaine, misty eyed, and Blaine pulled Kurt onto his lap. They sat in the woods for a while, mostly in silence, admiring the beautiful place that Kurt and his mother had made years ago.