Today has been one of those days where I just couldn't get anything written. Probably because I'm sick of not being able to find a job and sick of looking for one and just want to get out of here and go to university already. Anyway, it's a really good thing I write chapters well ahead of time because I have fifty chapters written of this that aren't published yet, in case I get too busy or have days like these. The only thing I could write was my part of Edge of Glory which you can expect to see updated in the next 24 hours :)

Lady GaGa is currently in Australia and I was watching the small show she did for one of our news programs. A few audience members got to ask questions and one was one of these boys dressed up in GaGa fashion asking about high school bullying. Then it zoomed out to show the boy sitting next to him and you just knew... It's heartbreaking. And for any of you out there who deal with that sort of bullying, or any at all, I'm so sorry. Stay strong because there are always people who love you. I love you all :)

From Kat3418: In the episode Hell-o that when Will asks the group what they say when they answer the phone, Kurt says 'No, she's dead this is her son' and what if he and Blaine were hanging around Kurt's house and he answered the phone and said it then was sad and Blaine makes him talk about his mother maybe? and of course he misses his mother, perhaps he cant remember her voice without playing a cassette tape she made for him before she died (maybe she's the reason he sings?)

This is one of those non-canon ones, and it's summer holidays and Kurt's still at Dalton. Okay? Well... it kinda has to be okay because I've written it. TGTDOSBDK, so canon until there.

I'm also of the theory that the song Blackbird means more to Kurt than just Pavoratti's death.

Mistaken

"So, what do you want to watch?"

Kurt rummaged through the DVD's, turning slightly to look at Blaine who was sitting on the couch. "Um... I don't know. What do you have in the way of Disney?"

"Everything?"

Blaine chuckled. "Okay, your favourite then."

Kurt smiled as he turned back to the box, pulling out Beauty and the Beast and putting it in the DVD player. This was the first time he and his boyfriend had been able to just spend time together relaxing. Between exams, Regionals, Warbler performances and trying to keep in touch with his McKinley friends, the first three weeks of their relationship hadn't exactly been special.

But now it was summer and they were more than ready to make up for lost time. Kurt had endured the 'serious talk' with his dad the previous night before Blaine had been allowed to come over for the day. Nobody else was going to be home, and Burt wanted to make sure that the boys were going to stay safe. Kurt had quickly rushed to reassure him that he and Blaine hadn't so much as kissed yet and all they were going to do was watch a movie. Burt had relented, telling Kurt he'd be at the shop until two.

Kurt shook his head as he realized the movie had started. Standing up, he moved over to sit next to Blaine on the couch, slightly unsure about where to actually sit. He eventually opted to sit slightly closer to Blaine than usual and after a few seconds he felt his boyfriend's arm curl around his waist. "This okay?"

"Absolutely," Kurt replied, leaning into Blaine slightly and smiling.

The movie had only been playing a few minutes when the phone rang. Sighing, Kurt stood up and moved over to the phone. "Hello?"

"Oh, hi, is that Elizabeth?"

Kurt felt the familiar pain in his chest as he answered, "No, she's dead. This is her son."

"Oh... oh, I'm so sorry! I was just one of her friends from school... anniversaries and ... oh dear. I'm very sorry. I should -"

The person at the other end hung up and Kurt placed the phone into its cradle, gripping the edge of the counter for a second before pulling himself together. As he turned to go back into the living room, he found Blaine right behind him, looking concerned.

"Kurt? What just happened?"

Kurt bit his lip, feeling the emotion well up again. He knew if he talked about it now, he wouldn't be able to keep in control and he never let anybody see him out of control...

And then he looked at Blaine. Blaine, his boyfriend, the one who had stood up to Karofsky with him, who Kurt had seen hungover and half asleep. Blaine, the only person Kurt ever felt comfortable being himself around.

"That was one of my mom's old friends. She thought I was her."

The tears welled up and he sighed, knowing there was no point trying to keep them back. He felt a hand on his back gently guiding him to the couch. Sitting down, he felt Blaine sit next to him with his arm around him again.

"That happens a lot?" Blaine's voice was gentle as he traced small circles across Kurt's back.

"Yeah," Kurt admitted, his voice choking up slightly. "I mean, I don't blame them. I'm used to people hearing my voice and thinking I'm female. It - it just brings back memories, you know?"

Blaine stayed silent next to him and Kurt felt the words beginning to pour out. "I miss her a lot more than I let on. Dad's great, but there's only so much he can do and I don't want to make him uncomfortable by talking about boyfriends or anything with him, even though I know he'd listen."

Blaine murmured quietly and Kurt felt a tear slip down his cheek which he brushed away quickly. "It's nearly been ten years now. And anybody who tells me it's going to go away in time, that after awhile I won't even think about her, they're wrong. Nothing will ever take away her memory."

He knew his voice had risen and made an effort to calm himself down as Blaine said, "Nobody should expect it to, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, and then all the fight left him as he admitted the one secret he had kept inside for so long. "I've forgotten what her voice sounds like."

Blaine didn't say a word, but the hand on Kurt's back pressed against him tighter and he knew he was offering all the support he could without resorting to meaningless and overused words, something Kurt was thankful for. He bit his lip before making a decision. "Come with me."

Kurt stood, heading towards his bedroom. He heard Blaine following and knew he was breaking the promise he had made to his dad, but this wasn't like that. Entering his room, he gestured for Blaine to sit on the bed, then walked over to his bookcase and pulled out a cardboard box. There was silence for a few seconds as he stared at it, then Blaine's voice broke it. "What's that?"

And it was the same curiosity he had used when he was asking about Pavoratti's casket, thankfully without the hint of laughter. Kurt moved back over to the bed, sitting next to his boyfriend and putting the box on his knee. "This is all the things I kept of her."

There was a quick inhalation beside him, then - "Kurt, you don't have to..."

"I want to." Kurt ran his hands over the box for a second before pulling off the lid. His breath caught in his throat as it did every time as he took in the contents of the box.

"Tell me about it?"

Kurt reached in and pulled out a perfume bottle, still half full. "This was her favourite. She was wearing it that day." Uncapping it, he leant in and inhaled, shutting his eyes as the scent - her scent - wafted over him. He allowed himself a moment to remember before putting it down and picking up one of her scarves. "She's the reason I wear so many." Kurt chuckled a little and saw Blaine smiling out of the corner of his eye. "She had the best fashion sense."

"That's where you got it from, of course."

Kurt smiled, putting the scarf down before turning back to the box and hesitating. His hand hovered over the tap recorder, and Blaine seemed to sense that something was wrong.

"Kurt, you know you don't have to show me everything. I don't mind."

And it was that more than anything that decided it. Pulling the recorder out, Kurt turned to Blaine, shuffling slightly so Blaine's arm was still around his waist. "I'm going to cry," he warned.

Blaine laughed quietly. "That's okay."

Kurt pressed play, and the words began to float out of the device.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,

Take these broken wings and learn to fly,"

The tears sprung to his eyes rapidly and Blaine took his hand, biting his own lip. The unspoken question was in his eyes and Kurt nodded as he began to cry silently while the music played.

"Blackbird, fly

Into the light of the dark black night."

As the song echoed around the room, the two boys held eye contact. The tears were flowing down Kurt's face and Blaine looked choked up himself. But as the final notes were played, Kurt felt the shift in their relationship. He had shared a huge part of himself with Blaine, things couldn't not change after this.

In the silence that followed, Kurt whispered, "She's the reason I sing."

Blaine reached up and gently wiped the tears off Kurt's face. "It was beautiful. I'd sing for her too."

Kurt reached up and stopped Blaine's hand where it was resting against his cheek. For a moment they sat there, their hands pressed together. "Blaine, I want you to kiss me."

It was testament to how well they knew each other that Blaine didn't question whether it might be the wrong time or ask if Kurt was sure. Instead, he nodded before dipping his head to gently press their lips together.

The hand on Kurt's back was still moving in slow circles and he almost melted into the kiss. Their lips moved gently together, not desperately but a slow search, of finding each other and knowing they had forever to keep learning about the other.

Kurt broke away gently and they stared at one another for a few moments before Kurt turned back to the box, pulling out the last item and putting the box on the floor. He spread the large photo album across their legs and, without thinking about it, leant his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"So this was when she was sixteen and..."

Burt pulled the door open, poking his head into the living room and frowning when Kurt and Blaine were nowhere to be seen. After checking the kitchen and outside, he knew there was only one place they could be, and he felt his temper rising. Kurt had promised that the two wouldn't go into his bedroom, and now it seemed he had blatantly broken the rules.

Making his way up the stairs, Burt stopped outside Kurt's door which was slightly ajar and listened. Silence. Steeling himself for whatever might be inside, he pushed the door open slightly and froze.

"Oh, hi Mr. Hummel." Blaine looked at him, gently stroking Kurt's hair. Kurt was asleep on Blaine's shoulder, one hand entwined with Blaine's, the other resting on the book spread across their laps. Burt took a look at it and realized it was Kurt's photo album.

"I'm sorry, I know we've broken the rules, but someone rang asking for your late wife, and it got to Kurt a bit. He said this is how he remembers her." Blaine was keeping his voice low so as to not wake Kurt and Burt watched as his son shuffled slightly, burying his head further into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine continued to stroke his hair as he talked. "I hope we haven't disappointed you, sir."

Burt sighed and shook his head. "No, kid, you haven't." He took another look at his son and allowed a smile to cross his face. "Quite the opposite. You take care of him, okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Always, sir. For as long as he'll have me."

Kurt began to stir and Burt slipped out of the room. As he walked down the stairs, he heard the sound of Blaine murmuring comfortingly and the smile appeared again.

Elizabeth, you'd be proud of us Hummel boys, he thought to himself.

I like writing understanding!Burt. Too often, he ends up as the Dad with a shotgun - and I can imagine he's fiercely protective of his son after everything Kurt's been through - but I also think he likes Blaine. I mean, look at Prom Queen. Blaine's sitting there, chatting away with Burt and Finn as if it's the most natural thing in the world, and I truly think it is. I think Blaine spends a lot of time with Kurt's family, and I think that's beautiful.

MusicalEscape:

*Puck walks up to table*

"Good, choice dude (meacingly)"

"What the- PUCK?"

"Just making sure he's treating my boy all right."

"Psst, Puck, you weren't supposed to tell them that!"

*K & B turn*

"You... and all of ND... and the Warblers... were SPYING ON US? WHAT THE-"

*Filming camera knocked over*

*We have reached some technical difficuties of Glee, please stand by*