Burt tugged Kurt by the hand down to the hospital cafeteria. They had been there all night, and Burt hadn't realized Kurt was probably going to be getting hungry.

"Get something to eat and pick out a drink," Burt told him, digging his wallet out from his pocket. Kurt didn't move. He clung to Burt's hand still, not going to let go for anything. "Come on, buddy. You've gotta eat."

"Not hungry," Kurt pouted, shaking his head. Burt sighed and picked him up for what felt like the millionth time that day.

Elizabeth had been coming back from Columbus when it happened. They were so close to home, but the drunk driver didn't see them. The hardest part was having to wake Kurt up to tell him that they had to go to the hospital, that something had happened to his mommy.

She had been killed instantly, but they had to stay at the hospital and figure everything out. Phone calls, paperwork, legal stuff. Kurt was a mess. Burt couldn't do anything with him, so he had to be there for it all. They had been at the hospital for well over twelve hours, so Burt knew the kid needed some food.

"What about some eggs?" Burt suggested. It was only 10:30 in the morning, so breakfast still seemed appropriate. Kurt hid his face in Burt's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Burt wound up buying him some eggs and juice. He nearly had to feed him to get him to eat, but he understood one hundred percent how the kid felt. Burt didn't have words to physically express their loss. He couldn't break down in front of Kurt, though. The kid took everything literally. If Kurt saw his dad cry, then that meant the world was ending, so Burt put his own emotions aside to deal with them later.

"I'm done," Kurt mumbled after three bites of food. Burt didn't bother to argue with him. Neither of them had the energy.

"Go throw your trash away," he told him. "Then we'll go home."

Home. Burt didn't know what to do once they got home. They were really on their own. In one night they had gone from a family of three to a single-parent family. Kurt no longer had a mom. Burt no longer had a wife. If only the paramedics had showed up faster…

Kurt slid down from his chair at the table and balanced the tray in his little hands. He kept his head down and didn't look at anyone on his way to the big trashcan. He didn't realize he had bumped into someone.

Kurt looked up to see who he had run into. There was a boy in front of him, about the same size as he was. He had dark wavy hair, and was finishing his drink, before he tossed it in the bin.

"Sorry," Kurt mumbled shyly. He stepped around him to throw his things away.

"It's okay," the boy said cheerfully. He frowned when he saw Kurt's sad face. "Are you okay? Why are you here?"

Kurt instinctively shrunk away, overwhelmed by his prying questions and boisterous demeanor.

"My mom was in an accident," Kurt explained meekly, doing his best not to cry again. His eyes hurt from all the crying he had done. "She got hurt."

"I'm sorry," the boy told him, genuinely seeming sorry for Kurt. Kurt looked up a little so he wasn't staring at the ground. The boy was a tiny bit taller than him, and his skin was darker than his, an olive color. "I'm here 'cause my brother hurt his arm. We were playing in the tree house and he fell. His name's Cooper. I'm Blaine. What did you say your name was?"

"Kurt," he told him. "Kurt Hummel. I'm eight."

"Me too!" Blaine said excitedly. He looked away, and Kurt saw a woman with short dark hair waving at him. "That's my mom. I need to go. Bye Kurt!"

In that moment, just for an instant, Kurt forgot about everything that had happened. Blaine was nice to him and seemed like he cared. That was all Kurt needed.

Burt noticed the kid was taking forever to throw his food away, so he got up to hurry him along.

"Come on, buddy," he sighed. "Let's go home. Grandma is coming over from Indianapolis. What took you so long?"

"I was talking to Blaine," Kurt shrugged, missing him already. Burt was confused. He took Kurt by the hand and walked him out of the cafeteria and down the hall towards the elevator.

"Who's Blaine?" he asked. Kurt forgot his dad didn't know him, too.

"Just someone," Kurt told him. "He was nice." Kurt missed Blaine already, but nothing, no one in the world could ever fix how much he missed his mommy.

Author's Notes:

I was a little hesitant to post this one, but I wanted to do something special for my 100th chapter. I always wondered what Kurt and Burt's life was like in the first few days and weeks after Elizabeth's death. If only Blaine had really been there to be with him.

So there you go! Also, I'm super close to getting to 500 reviews on this story! I don't ever try to force people into leaving reviews in order for me to post a new chapter, but if I get 500 by my birthday in two days I'll answer a prompt from the 500th person, and make it my 101st chapter!

But yeah, I definitely want to hear your thoughts on this one!