A/N: Sorry this is late. Life has…Well, been life. Work has been draining and then yesterday was my anniversary. I WILL get this finished, so no worries there. It just might take me a couple extra days, though I'm hoping I can get caught up tomorrow. Thanks for sticking with me!

Burt kept seeing Blaine look outside. He knew the man didn't like to drive when it got this late, which was no wonder, considering how he lost his parents.

"Blaine?" Burt asked, getting his attention. "I suggest you either head home now or stay the night."

"I don't want—" Blaine started and was interrupted by Burt.

"None of that," he said. "You won't be intruding. You won't be a bother. If you want, you can go up to your room and let Kurt and me talk, or you can stay. It makes no difference to me."

"Me either," Kurt said and squeezed Blaine's arm some, almost to let him know he wasn't quite ready to be separated from him.

"I'd like to stay," Blaine said after he'd sat there for a few moments, not fully able to comprehend that these two wanted him there. And it wasn't necessarily like he wasn't wanted. He'd never felt unloved or anything by his parents, even after they died. It was just that these two were a father and son of sorts, and they'd just found each other a few hours ago. He didn't ever want to come between them, and at the same time, he felt like the three of them were becoming a family.

"Kurt, I'd like to show you something if you're up to it," Burt said.

"What is that?"

"I'd like to show you my Elizabeth," he answered.

For a split second, he thought Burt might conjure her right there in front of the fireplace. Then, another thought entered his mind. "Like a picture?" he asked, wondering if he would show him photos like Blaine had shown him of his mother.

"Better," Burt answered and went over to the rectangular black thing that sat on a stand of sorts to the left of the fireplace. He fiddled with a smaller rectangular box, placing a thin silver disc inside of it. Kurt had no idea what this contraption was nor why it required to be fed.

"When I met Elizabeth, I always knew she was bigger than any small town in America," Burt said as he sat back down in his chair. "Her spirit was bound for great things, and so it shouldn't surprise anyone who knew her that she ended up on Broadway." Burt looked over at Kurt, and as much as he was trying to follow, he could tell that the half-elf was confused beyond belief. Burt smiled. "Broadway is a place where people perform. There's a stage and singing and actors who tell a story, a lot of times through song. Elizabeth was one of those actors, and her voice was like none other I'd ever heard."

Kurt nodded, silently thanking Burt for explaining what Broadway was.

"This was the last show she did before we found out we were expecting our Kurt," he continued. "She loved the stage, and she was amazing. There was nothing, though, that she loved more than being a mom. She would sing with Kurt every day. They'd act out their day for me when I'd come home from work. The two of them had the most vivid imaginations of anyone I'd ever met, and I know, had he not died so young, he would have taken Broadway by storm if that's what he wanted."

Kurt's eyes were tearing up listening to Burt talk. He had so much love for the family he lost that he could feel it in every pore of his body.

As the large rectangle on the stand began to show signs of colors and the picture on it started to move, Kurt was amazed. He had always wondered if there was a spell that could do this kind of magic, keep a memory and be able to show it, and thankfully, in this world, there was. A man started singing, and Blaine choked on his spit.

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes
They've seen things that you never quite say, but I hear

"She performed with Hugh Jackman?"

"She absolutely did," Burt said with a smile. "Hugh's a nice man. Always had a kind word to say about his co-stars and never shied away from any of their family. I always had my… Never mind. That's not important. This was one of her favorite roles because of her co-stars, and Hugh was a huge part of that."

You matter to me
I promise you do, you, you matter too
I promise you do, you'll see?
You matter to me

The key changed. The feeling changed. And there was Elizabeth, and she looked just like Kurt's mom.

It's addictive the minute you let yourself think
The things that I say just might matter to someone
All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away
And for the first time I think I'd consider the stay

Because you matter to me
Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody
You matter to me
I promise you do, you, you matter too
I promise you do, you'll see?
You matter to me

Tears were freely streaming down all of their cheeks. The power in Elizabeth's voice was unlike any they'd ever heard. They could all feel the words she was singing, how much she believed them. It was almost like, with that song, she was telling them that they each mattered. They mattered to each other, and they needed to make sure they understood how much they mattered to themselves. Each one of them was important.

Kurt was lost until the last two lines, thinking about the song and his home and this world he'd found himself in. He was thinking about Burt and what kind of relationship he wanted with him. He was thinking about Blaine and all of the things the other man already made him feel. He was thinking about his mom and wondering if she was worried about him. It was in that moment that a wave of peace washed over him, though, as those two lines rang out in the otherwise quiet room, that he knew his mother was fine and that, in some way, she gave him her blessing for whatever adventure he was on.

I promise you do, you'll see
You matter to me

A/N: The song is "You Matter to Me" from the Broadway musical Waitress. And yes…I took some liberties because this is fiction and I can ?.