This has been playing around in my head for a while so I decided to just get it out! Things will become clearer as time goes on but I hope you enjoy the first part.

Jack Davies laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as if waiting for something to happen. But the plain, white plaster remained as smooth as ever. Sighing, he threw back the covers and made his way to the bathroom, resting his hands on the sink and looking blankly at his reflection. His dark curls remained gel free and framed his tired face helping him to look less drawn than he felt. His hazel eyes, once full of life and hope now looked more resigned and lifeless than ever before. How much longer can this go on. I can't take it. Sighing heavily, Jack ran his hands down his face before turning on the water to begin his morning wash and shave. 45 minutes later he stood in front of his full length mirror staring back at his reflection. Glancing over his blue jeans and red polo shirt, he nervously tugged at the collar.

"My name is Jack Davies. I was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado. I am a kindergarten teacher." Jack smiled warmly at his reflection, trying to force it to reach his eyes. Maybe if he tried hard enough he'd begin to believe it as much as everyone else did.

Grabbing his messenger bag and jacket, he unlocked his phone and typed the word "Kermit" to an unsaved number. Jack patiently waited for the expected response of "Gonzo" before he left his small apartment in Lima, Ohio and went to work.

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Kurt Hummel did not want to be here. Kurt Hummel was not meant to be here. Kurt Hummel was no longer the priority in his own life. Glancing over at the brunette currently trying to stuff three spoonfuls of Lucky Charms in his mouth without swallowing the rest, Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed himself away from the counter.

"If you choke on that you're going to make us late, y'know". He joked.

"Sorry daddy, they just taste so good!" Stephen grinned happily. He loved Lucky Charms but his daddy would only buy one box a month to limit his sugar intake. Stephen would have Lucky Charms for every meal if it was up to him, but since he was only 5 he had to follow daddy's rules.

Kurt chuckled at his son before clearing the now empty bowl and adding it to the dishwasher.

"As good as they may be, you don't want to be late for school! Go brush your teeth and put your shoes on." Kurt kissed his sons cheek, ruffled his hair gently and smiled as his little boy skipped through his apartment to finish getting ready.

It was 8:15 when Kurt followed Stephen into his classroom. Stephen made a beeline for his teacher, Mr Jack, the same way he did everyday, laughing when he tackled the unsuspecting teachers legs. Mr Jack was loved by parents, kids and faculty alike. Kurt secured Stephen's backpack on his designated peg before scanning the children looking for his own. Catching his sons eye, Kurt waved and smiled, giggling as Stephen, Mr Jack and two other kids waved and all pulled funny faces.

Back in his car, Kurt took a few centering breaths. He started the engine, fastened his seat belt and began the short drive to work.

Work for the moment was a bland, grey office block. The soul-sucking impression from the outside didn't improve once the workers got to their designated workspace. Strict rules prevented employees from personalising by their areas at all. For someone like Kurt who usually embraced the flamboyant it was a massive culture shock. But then again moving back to Lima from LA was a bit of a shock in itself.

Kurt had moved to New York at the age of 18 - straight out of high school, fresh faced, eager to learn. And easy to break. It took New York 9 months to shatter Kurt's dreams. After a successful audition and acceptance to NYADA, a prestigious dramatic arts college, Kurt had assumed he'd be fine. He was unbelievably wrong. The bar was set high at NYADA and when he failed 3 of his first 5 midterms he had been asked to leave. The fact that 7 other students had as well didn't make it any easier to swallow. He was mugged on the way back to his apartment which had flooded earlier in the day. New York lost its shine after that.

So when his high school friend, Mercedes, had invited him to visit her in Los Angeles, Kurt had jumped at the chance for a new beginning. Within 6 weeks of arriving he'd secured a recurring role on a sitcom as a background character. Few lines, minimal interaction with the main cast but he loved it. That's where he met cameraman, Eric Sutherland. With his dark hair and piercing blue eyes Kurt had fallen hard. Their whirlwind romance resulted in marriage after 7 months and within the next year they'd welcomed their son born via surrogate. Stephen James Hummel-Sutherland had Eric's eyes and Kurt's personality. They felt like the perfect family.

Until a freak accident at work resulted in a piece of heavy scaffolding falling on Eric during a recording. The impact severed his spinal cord and he had died instantly. Kurt had seen the whole thing, powerless to stop it. Three years and he'd lost everything in the literal blink of an eye. After that Kurt couldn't walk through the studio gates without a sense of dread enveloping his entire body. The termination of his contract had been amicable and he'd received the full death benefits Eric had been entitled to under his own contract. Los Angeles lost its shine after that.

So here he was. 22, a widower, a single parent. And more lost than he'd ever felt in his entire life. Kurt did the only thing he could think of doing. He went home. To the place he'd tried to escape for 18 years. Kurt had tried to stay in L.A. but as the 1 year anniversary loomed closer he found it harder to breathe. At least in Lima he had his family.

He found a nice apartment just a few miles away from his dad and step-mums house. 2 bedrooms, a nice sized bathroom, living area and kitchen. But Stephen loved it. It was an adventure. Old enough to realise dada was gone but not old enough to understand the pain and consequences of death. Oh how Kurt envied his son sometimes. But life moved on - whether he wanted it to or not. Stephen was enrolled in kindergarten and when Kurt met his teacher for the first time he felt his whole world crash again.

On the first day of school Kurt had watched the other parents laughing and smiling as they led their excited children into their new classroom. A man stood nervously at the front of the room anxiously scanning the see of faces. As the morning bell went he seemed to relax and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Morning everyone! My name is Jack Davies. I was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado. I am the kindergarten teacher."

Kurt listened as the curly haired teacher spoke to both parents and kids and asked them to call him Mr Jack. He was new to the school just like the kids were and was looking forward to them all learning together. The kids were all focussed and Kurt had to admire Mr Jack's skill at commanding a room. He should have been a lawyer or something - his way with words left the kids (and parents) hooked on his every word. It wasn't until the other parents started to move that Kurt realised he'd been staring. Mr Jack smiled kindly at him as Stephen called out

"Daddy you have to go away now!"

This elicited a polite chuckle from the adults and a loud giggle from the kids.

"Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait to finger paint another day!" Kurt blushed hoping no-one else had noticed the staring.

That had been 5 weeks ago and Kurt was still conflicted. He'd had 8 short conversations with Mr Jack, each one as frustratingly vague as the others. Three years and he still missed Eric but something was pulling him towards Mr Jack. It's just a crush, get over it Hummel. Kurt shook himself from his reverie as the elevator doors opened onto a grey floor that was his. Identified by the black "17" on the wall opposite the elevator. Floor 17 of the Lima office for the Ohio Division of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. This was Kurt's home from 9:30am until 5:30pm Monday to Friday. A far cry from his time on set, his work as an administrator was boring and repetitive. Kurt's boss had close links with the US Marshall's so there was always a never-ending pile of paperwork requiring his attention.

Dropping into his seat, Kurt quickly readied himself for what was sure to be another action-packed day of typing reports and tracking expenses. As his computer warmed up he smiled a little at the hazel eyes which had held his for just a moment too long that morning.

OK, so please let me know what you think. I have a rough plan of where this fic will go and will pad it out soon.