Authors note 1: Sorry it has taken me awhile to update! Final exams are killer. But, in good news, those are all done now, so I have time to continue this little story.

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Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Kurt was around three years old when I started to realise Kurt was a little different.

All the whole Kurt seemed like a normal child. Kurt outgrew his problems as a premature baby, and grew into a healthy boy. He loved to laugh, smile, and god knows me and Linda laughed when he would do his little dances when we put music on.

I would never change anything about my son but at that time he was a bit of a crier- no, screamer. God forbid he would hurt himself, or I took away his favourite blankie to wash, and he would scream bloody murder. I didn't know what to do with a screaming child, so I sort of just tried to do what could make him happy but sometimes that just made him cry harder. Linda was a goddess in these situations. No matter what the problem was with Kurt she would magically come up with some sort remedy that had Kurt up and dancing in no time. If I ever tried to do the same, it wouldn't really work as well. If I am being honest, I would often get jealous of the relationship Kurt and Linda had back then. Linda was Kurt's mother, of course he would be close to her, but it hurt when me and Kurt were alone together and he was screaming. Then again, knowing Linda would be there to help with Kurt was always comforting.

I did my best to try to get a real relationship started with me and Kurt. Before Kurt was born, I had daydreamt of Kurt and I going to games, bonding over sports and cars. Kurt was still young, but it wasn't a bad time to start. I bought Kurt toy cars, small jerseys of his daddy's favourite football and basketball teams and for my nostalgias sake, some small GI-Joes.

Kurt played with these like any child would: He would play with the cars like he was driving them, he would wear the jerseys and exclaim over the bright colors and I would find the GI-Joe all over the house.

It was during an outdoor play date when I realised that dream I had with Kurt could be a bit out of my grasp. Kurt was at the playground, playing with a young girl who was a daughter of a family friend of ours. I was talking to her mother over at the bench, joking about the far possibility of our children getting together one day.
Kurt then ran up to me with his little legs and shoved a Barbie doll in my face.
"Daddy! Look at Brittany's doll! Isn't she pretty?" Kurt's smile seemed too big for his little face and he was already starting to brush the doll's hair.
"The Barbie doll?" The doll was pure Barbie: Small waist, abnormally large rack, long blonde hair and a big pink dress.

"Baubie?' His face scrunched up, confused on the word, and then just looked back at the doll happily. "Can I gets one?"

The woman next to me had a judging, confused look on her face which I wanted to smack so I just replied, "Not today, Kurt."

Kurt looked disappointed, but got over it and just waddled his way and played with the Barbie with the young girl. As if my insides were not swarming uncomfortably enough, the mother had the nerve to add,
"Don't worry, I am sure he will grow out of it."

Feeling a bit sick, I quickly said goodbye, took Kurt's hand, and drove him away from that Barbie and the thoughts plaguing my mind.

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The Barbie made a re-appearance a couple of days later. One day after I finished work tired and dirty, Kurt happily ran to me with his little legs with his little hand waving that damn Barbie doll.

"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy got me Baubie!" This Barbie was wearing a purple gown and it seemed that Kurt had already began playing with her hair cause it was it some sort of atrocious new do. "You said that was her name, right?"

"Barbie," I corrected shortly.

"Bar-bie," Kurt repeated, sliding his small fingers through her hair, and smiled at me brightly. "We go do our hair now- look pretty!" and he ran off his new best friend.

I sighed and ran my hand though my receding hair. I didn't know what was wrong with me. What was so bad about a three year old playing with a girl's toy? Kurt probably would grow out of it, but what if he didn't?

Linda came in the kitchen and began to prepare for Dinner. She was talking about her day as she cleaned all the vegetables but I admit I was not really listening because I sort of blurted, "So, Kurt has a Barbie doll."

Linda looked taken back by the random comment and then just shrugged. "Yeah, we went shopping today and Kurt really wanted it." Saying no more, she just continued to clean the vegetables.

"Well... isn't it odd for a boy to have a Barbie doll?" It kind of occurred to me how bad that sentence sounded as escaped my mouth-guilt making a common appearance lately.
Linda looked at me like I was crazy, mouth open a little and just said tensely, "It's just a doll, Burt."

I shut up after that.

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Soon, my toys had a new usage during Kurt's playtime. The cars were being used as Barbie's way to get to the mall to shop or to the theatre. The GI-Joe was now Barbie's shopping partner and somehow one of her dresses made its way on to its body.

Kurt still wore the jerseys though. Even at that young age, Kurt still had that allusion that he needed to make me happy. It really just made me feel worse.

As years past, Linda and I silently guessed that it was more than just a doll thing. While other boys were signed up to mini league and sports, Kurt flat out refused to get his hands dirty and found toy make up much more fascinating. Linda's heels were more than just a way to get taller, and when Kurt started school, teachers were always awkward with me and Linda as if they thought there was something wrong with our kid. To say I had angry outbursts when the teacher called my son "different" in an almost disgust tone was an understatement.

To be completely honest I did have trouble coming to terms with it, I still do sometimes. I would go through a cycle of thinking of the dreams I used to have and then feel incredibly guilty for even having those thoughts. Could I be that bad of a father?

I didn't help that Kurt and Linda even seemed to get closer out of all this. Not only did she have the magic ability to make all his hurt go away, they soon became shopping buddies and Linda introduced him into the world of musicals. Linda and Kurt would watch them together and I could see his eyes go wide as the characters sang and danced before him. I tried to like them, but they just seemed too impossible and corny to me. I remembered the word I used to call them when I was younger ,and then I looked at my son and felt sick with myself. I would have given anything to have a strong bond with my son, but I didn't know how. It was like I was incapable.

I sat in my favourite chair, the football playoffs playing in the background, but I was lost in my own thoughts.

"Daddy?"

I looked up, and there was my five-year old son looking up at me wearing his jersey. It was getting too small for him, but my eyes stung just the same. Kurt looked at the screen. "You said it was a big game."

"Yeah, big game." I rasped.

Kurt then plopped himself next to me and we squeezed both us in my chair. 'I don't get it."

I laughed a little. "Yeah, it's a bit complicated."

We tried watching the game but Kurt didn't really seem interested but, bless his soul; he sat there next to me anyways.

I then saw something yellow sticking out of the couch cushion. I pulled it out and it was one of Kurt's Barbie's. I handed it to him and he took it with a smile.

"She is pretty." I said to him.

Kurt's smile got wider. "Yeah! She is a princess in Sound of Music. "

I had to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. "Oh yeah?"

Kurt told me all about her; the facts that he had made up, and then put his head on my shoulder and snuggled with me. At that point I was pretending to watch the game as much as he was. I kissed his head, breathed in his scent, and I never wanted to leave this moment. Things would still be rough, and I knew I still had obstacles to overcome with who Kurt was, but god knows if that boy next to me was not worth it.

BLAH! Definitely not my best. I thought it came off a lot sadder than I would have liked. I know the next chapter is a lot lighter so that is good. Please review for it makes me feel warm and cuddly! just like Kurt and Burt's relationship! :D

BTW, how good was "Born this way?" I LOVED IT! So much better than NON.