December, 2012- Present Day

Kurt stared up the small, two storey house, and sadness filled his eyes as the snow fell lightly around him. The double Decker red buses passed by as he just stared at the place he was meant to call 'home'. But how could he call it home if he didn't feel like he belonged? He turned around and was faced with the skyline of the city of London, the capital of England.

It had been 10 years, to the day.

Old Kurt had always wanted to come here when he was little. He and Blaine had even planned it when they were too young and innocent to realize how cruel life was. His eyes filled with tears at the name of his old friend. He blinked, swallowing hard and pushed Blaine to the back of his mind. He had told himself a long time ago.

Move on.

But he couldn't. Those innocent honey eyes burned in the back of his eyelids every time he slept and his voice filled his dreams. All he wanted was to see Blaine one last time. Was that too much to ask?

December, 2002

"Kurt. Your mom" Burt's voice choked on the last word as he closed his eyes, trying to hold back his tears.

"What's wrong daddy?" Kurt asked, wiping a stray tear that had leaked out of the corner of Burt's eye with his thumb, his eight year old mind fearing the worst. Burt looked up, his eyes shining.

"She's gone, buddy" he whispered.

Kurt was paralyzed. How could this happen to him? All that praying and hoping for nothing? Tears tumbled hard and fast from his blue eyes, falling into Burt's arms as he held them open for him.

His dad held him as close as possible, almost crushing him, but Kurt held on just as tightly. He picked him up and carried him to the sofa, never letting go of the small boy in his arms. He sat down and allowed Kurt to bury his face in his neck and ball up his shirt in his fists as he cried.

Burt allowed his own tears to fall now, resting his cheek on top of Kurt's chestnut brown hair.

She was everywhere.

He looked to the fireplace, there she was, lighting the fire as she always was in winter as Kurt couldn't stand the cold. He loved how he could come home from work to this, and he would wrap his arms around her middle as she stood up and whisper 'I love you' in her ear before she turned around and kissed him on the lips.

He turned away his head, overwhelmed with the memory, looking toward the window seat.

She was there too.

Her hair braided back in to a messy plait at the back, frustrated because she was late for her haircut. She was reading Great Expectations for the millionth time. Whenever Burt said she had read it way too many times, she just shook her head; 'a masterpiece can never be read too often, honey' was always her answer. The light shone through the bay window, splashing her face and making her bright blue eyes shine. "You're watching me again, Burt" she said as she turned to face him, smiling a full smile, raising her eyebrows and lighting up the room.

He couldn't escape from her.

There she was at the book case, baby bump prominent through her blouse, biting her lip, deciding which book to read.

She was in the corner, lifting Kurt up to put the angel on top of the Christmas tree, before carrying him and tickling him as they both tumbled on to the sofa, a laughing mess of limbs.

She was all around him, even her smell hung in the air.

He looked down to see that Kurt had fallen asleep on his shoulder, his eyes now red and puffy. He lifted him up carefully, trying not to wake the sleeping boy. He carried him up the stairs, pulled back the covers on his bed and rested his small head on the pillow, before tucking him in like Lizzie always had done. He kissed him softly on the forehead before turning to walk out of the room.

There she was in the doorway, a tear trickling down her cheek. "You're an amazing father" she whispered. He blinked, and she was gone.

She was in the house, all the memories they shared were here.

And he couldn't stand it.

December, 2012

Kurt pushed open the door and stepped into the house, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his coat before dumping his schoolbag next to the door.

"Dad?" he shouted, which was answered with a faint 'I'm in here' which sounded like it was coming from the living room. Kurt took his homework out of his bag and walked in to join his dad.

"Hey kiddo, good day at school?" Burt said, sounding strange with his thick American accent after listening to British all day. Kurt shrugged his shoulders, brushing off the comment.

"Average" he said, lacing his voice with an English accent.

"Why do you intend on doing that accent?" Burt asked.

Kurt just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders looking down at his Math's trigonometry course work. His dad couldn't know the real reason for it. Only Quinn understood.

"Right…well, the Fabrays have asked us both out to that new Italian restaurant down the street. You wanna go?"

Kurt's head snapped up.

"Yeah I'd love to! Are Quinn and Louis going?" Burt nodded.

"I would think so Kurt, they are their children after all" Burt smiled and joked. Old Kurt would have had a snarky comment lurking in the back of his mind, but not now. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'll go get ready, what time are we going out?" Burt looked up from the football game at his words, looking at his watch.

"About an hour or so, it's just round the corner so we'll just walk"

"Okay dad" he leant over and gave his dad a hug before running up the stairs two at a time.

He walked in the room closed the door and leant his head against it. Kurt looked around, went to the stereo and pressed play, just needing something to fill the silence that hung in the air. He then got on his hands and knees, reaching into the box under the bed labeled 'Blaine'. He pulled it out and placed it on the bed, sitting down next to it and staring at it.

That's all he ever did.

He had never had the guts to open it since he was eleven and his dad had walked in on him crying at one of the pictures.

After that, he had tried to move on the best he could. His fingers lingered on the lid, the tips tracing the letters of the name written on the top.

"Kurt? Are you in there buddy?" Burt's voice traveled through the door. Kurt's eyes went wide and he rushed to stuff the box under the bed before answering.

"Yeah"

"Oh, Quinn's come to see you bud, she thought she'd come and help you get ready. Are you decent?"

Kurt cringed inwardly at the phrase, shaking his head at his dad.

"Yeah, sure, send her in!" Kurt went to the wardrobe, opening it and began rummaging through some options. Within the next minute, Quinn entered.

"Hey Hun" she said sweetly. Her short, golden hair was clipped back on top of her head and she wore what Kurt liked to call 'vintage'clothing that looked like she had come out of the eighties. She wore a knee length, crème, floaty skirt and a ruffled, blue blouse with a white cardigan. "How are you?"

Kurt smiled at his friend and walked over to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm fine thanks, how are you?" he said, his voice thick with his English accent. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Kurt, you know you can be yourself with me right? I won't judge you" Kurt sighed. She was right, of course. Quinn was always right about him.

"Okay. How are you, sweetie?" he said, feeling relieved as he let his American accent flow. She smiled and moved to sit cross legged on the bed.

"Ah, same old, same old" she noticed Kurt's worried, stiff expression as he turned with his back to her and continued rummaging through the wardrobe "Anything new with you?"

"Nope. But I don't think your girlfriend likes me very much" Kurt said, sighing and looking at her briefly. Quinn sighed and rolled her eyes.

"She is just the jealous type, that's all. She'll warm up to you" Quinn looked to the floor, trying to find the right words to say?

"Still nothing?"

Kurt froze and his arms fell by his side. His shoulders began to shake not long after and Quinn got up from her spot immediately and wrapped her arms around his shaking frame, encasing him in her arms.

"It's okay sweetie. It's okay" she hushed him, trying to calm him down. She rubbed her hands up and down his back "We'll find him, you'll see. Just you wait and see"

An hour later, the Fabrays, Quinn and Louis included, and Kurt and Burt were all seated around a table in the restaurant, unsurprisingly Wagamamas as it had been chosen by Louis ("Dad, you should know better than to let Louis choose the restaurant" Quinn had said when they had reached it), but Kurt was quite content as it had a view of the river Thames as they were sat by the window. Well if he had to be in London, he might as well make the most of it at least.

Kurt had eventually decided on red skinny jeans and a black button up shirt with his hair styled in its usual coif, he smiled sadly as he thought of how his mom had shown him how to do that, but he pushed her to the back of his mind. He would not ruin this meal by getting all sentimental about something he couldn't change. He had already cried once tonight anyway.

"So Kurt, how do you like the school? Quinn says you have made a few friends there" Quinn's stepdad, Mark, asked curiously. Kurt looked up from the menu abruptly, and Quinn took his hand under the table. Yeah, few being the operative word there, Kurt thought.

"Um, it's…okay" Kurt stammered, not entirely sure how he should respond. Louis sent him an apologetic look from across the table. He and Quinn were his only real friends. He supposed he could count Rachel, Quinn's girlfriend, too, but she always seemed to overprotective when she kissed his cheek or hugged him in the hallways. But his dad couldn't know about his struggle to fit in, it would just bring him guilt "I mean, it's great…yeah" he finished lamely.

Anna, Quinn's mom, sensed there was something wrong.

"So how have you been doing at school this week Louis? Not getting into even more trouble with Mrs. Gartrood I hope?"

Kurt sighed in relief. He would have to thank her later.

"Don't worry, I haven't told her anything" Quinn whispered in his ear, Kurt smiling. 'Thank you' he mouthed.

"Kurt doesn't get in to trouble do you Kurt?" Anna said, smiling at him sweetly. Kurt laughed and shook his head. I'd just get teased more if I did.

"No, he's good at school aren't you kiddo" Burt said proudly, patting his arm across the table. Kurt nodded and turned to face out of the window. He was met with the sight of the sun setting over the horizon, turning the sky red and the view of St Paul's cathedral into a silhouette.

He and Blaine had planned and dreamed about going there.

One day, one day we will, Kurt added in his mind.

"Well, that was a lovely evening" Mark said, wrapping his arm around Anna's shoulder as they stepped out of the restaurant. Kurt and Burt smiled and nodded.

"Thanks for inviting us, Mark. Are you still going to the soccer game next Saturday?" Burt asked, shaking hands with Mark. Kurt stepped forward and hugged Louis.

"Good to see you Lu" he said.

"Are you okay Kurt?" Louis said as he pulled back from the hug. Kurt nodded his head, turning to hug Quinn.

"I'll see you at school Honey", she said, turning her head to kiss him on the cheek before linking arms with Louis and smiling at her twin. The corners of Kurt's lips turned up at the interaction.

"Come on kiddo, let's go home" Burt said, throwing his arm around Kurt's shoulders and shouting one last 'bye' to the Fabrays before walking off down the embankment. Instead of shrugging it off like any other 18 year old boy would, he put his arm up and onto his dads shoulder.

"Yeah" Kurt replied quietly "Home"

He sighed and continued walking, his arm still wrapped firmly around his dad, for he knew how important parents were, and he wasn't going to lose another one.

Authors Notes:

Hey again,

So here's some information about the Fabrays:

Anna was originally married to a man called Robert Landsfield, but he left her when he found out she was pregnant, because he 'didn't want a wife and kids ruining his career'. She had twins, Quinn and Louis, born 2 hours apart and Quinn always teases Louis about how she is older than him. They never fought when they were younger, but Louis got teased in middle school about how he was always hanging around with his sister, but instead of dumping Quinn and going off with the, he just told them to shove it and walked away.

Anna remarried when Quinn and Louis were 10 to a man called Mark Fabray. Anna decided to change the twins names when she changed hers because she didn't want any part of Robert in their life after he had left. Quinn came out to them in her 3rd year of high school and they were fine with it. Louis's reaction was a punch in the air followed by "I knew it!"

So there you go. The back-story on the Fabrays.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews and constructive criticism are strongly appreciated.

Also I dont own glee or any of the characters, or wagamamas.

-H x