AN: So here it is! chapter 4. Not sure what to say for now, other than the song is What Dreams Are Made Of, by Hilary Duff. It's in the Lizzie McGuire movie, which Kurt mentions. I'm sure most (if not all) of you know it already.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did there would be no such thing as hiatus.

Enjoy!

The day the interview was set to air, Kurt kept Burt as close to him as he could manage. It was almost as if he was afraid something would happen to him if he left. Burt seemed to understand what was wrong, so he closed the shop for the day, and stayed home with his son. When seven thirty came around, Kurt cuddled in to his side on the sofa to watch. During his interview, Kurt had to bury his head into his father's side, and Burt felt tears pricking at his eyes.

Blaine was watching in his own house. Mr and Mrs Anderson had a business dinner which they were attending, so Blaine and Cooper had the house to themselves. Blaine liked when it was like that. The last time, Cooper had taken Blaine to the movie theatre to see the film Brother Bear, and since then they had called each other "Koda" and "Kenai" as nicknames.

"Koda! It's about to start!" Cooper yelled up the stairs to Blaine, who had been reading in his bedroom. He thundered down the stairs, grinning, and met Cooper on the armchair by the television. Cooper put his arm around his little brother, and seemed to be genuinely shocked about both Kurt's speech, and Blaine's letting slip the fact that he was not allowed to read Harry Potter at home.

"Dad..." The show was over, and father and son were still sitting next to each other, watching the cheesy film that had come on afterwards.

"Yeah, Kiddo?"

"You know Rachel...?" Kurt enquired.

Burt could tell he was beating about the bush for something. "Yeah, she seems like a nice girl, once you get to know her. What about her?"

"Nothing, nothing... It's just... She has no mom either, does she?" It wasn't really a question, so Burt let him continue.

"But it isn't the same as us... She has two dads... But you told me that you need a mom and a dad to make a baby..." Kurt looked confused, as though he were contemplating something that had never occurred to him before.

Burt, however, had been anticipating something like this for a few years at this point, so he had an answer ready. "You see Kurt, you do need a man and a woman to make a baby, but the man and woman don't have to be the baby's parents. There are lots of different types of families, some with a mom and a dad, like Blaine's, some with just a mom, some with just a dad, like us, now. Then there are kids who get adopted by people who love them just as much as the people who had them, if not more. Then there are families with two dads, or two moms. They might need to borrow another mom or dad, to give them a baby, but they are still the kid's parents. Do you understand?"

"I think so..." Kurt said. "So what you are saying is... Gay people can have babies, even without a mom? As long as the dads love each other enough to figure out a way?"

Burt nodded. "Exactly. Now how about I put on some popcorn, and you and I watch a movie?"

Kurt smiled and nodded, and they spent the night laughing and watching "Finding Nemo" together, a film they had both fallen in love with when they had seen it in the cinema earlier that year.

Before they knew it, it was time, once again, to film their interviews. Kurt smiled up at Hiram and Leroy as they walked in with Rachel, before the three children went and started talking about TV, movies and music. Quinn came in soon afterwards, sat right down beside them and started chatting away comfortably with the others.

After about ten minutes, they were called for their interviews. They boys were first again; they were informed it would alternate in this way each year, boys first, then girls first, then boys first, and so on. Kurt felt a lump in his throat as he remembered the last time he had been there, what he had spoken about, but he felt Blaine's hand grip his own briefly, and he smiled in spite of it all. It was okay now, he thought. They were doing good. He walked into Judy's room as indicated and sat down, as he had for his last three interviews. He glanced around, and saw that, though the room was the same one, some things in it had changed. For example, the toys were mostly the same, but when Kurt looked, there were less dinky cars and Barbie dolls, and more video games and construction and craft sets.

Kurt took a set which had the label "Design fashionable outfits in a FLASH!" and began looking though its contents interestedly. He was just putting the finishing touches to an outfit on the miniature figure, which comprised of a knee-length skirt in a pale blue colour, with tiny flowers around the hem, a top in lilac, which was slightly plain, but tasteful, and a patterned scarf to top off the look, when Judy walked in. He smiled at her and she glanced at his work. He thought she seemed impressed, but she soon returned her features to their usual stern expression as she motioned for him to take his seat for the interview.

Eric ushered Blaine into the interview room and walked straight to the bookshelf, placing the borrowed book on the shelf, and immediately taking the next one. Judy had, of course, informed Eric of Blaine's situation, and he couldn't help but think that if he could get Blaine to open up about his home life, the public would eat it up. It was painfully obvious to Eric, by the fact that his parents never accompanied him to these interviews, and the fact that they restricted what he could and couldn't read so strictly, not to mention the boy's fear when he had accidentally let it slip the previous year, that the family was at least somewhat abusive towards their youngest son.

Blaine was sitting on the armchair, his legs barely hanging off the edge of the seat, biting his lip slightly as he read. He seemed lost in the book, like nothing else around him was relevant, because right now, he was living in the story, and the story lived in him. Eric sat there, watching him, for several minutes, until eventually he couldn't put it off any more and called Blaine to start the interview. He had to call twice, because Blaine was so engrossed in the story that the sound hadn't registered the first time. He jumped and looked around nervously, before seeming to realize that he was in the studio, putting his book aside (after marking his page carefully) and smiling across at Eric.

"Kurt. I hope this year has been easier for you." Judy started off his interview pleasantly enough. Kurt thought that he might possibly start to like Judy, just a little bit. She didn't seem to be as mean as she had before. He could tell that underneath her strictness and her terrible fashion sense, she had a kind heart, and he hoped that she would learn to show it.

"Yes, ma'am." That didn't stop him from being terrified that she would berate him on television. "It's been a good year, I guess. Compared to last..."

"Have you got many friends in school?" Kurt swallowed. He didn't know how to answer that. Sure, he had Blaine, and that was good enough for him, and some days, when Blaine was sick, or out of school for some reason, as happened quite often, he could talk to Rachel, and even Quinn, if she was in a good mood. But some of the rest of the kids seemed not to like him. Some of them were okay, they kept their distance, and never bothered him, but there were others, who seemed to think it was their job to upset him, and make his life a living hell. Sometimes it was just words, and he could pretend not to hear them, but sometimes they bumped into him and Blaine a little too hard in the hallways to be accidental, or, when they were lining up to go into class, would step on their toes and pinch their arms, though never so that a teacher would ever suspect.

Kurt thought, if it wasn't for Blaine, they might have succeeded. He couldn't say this to the cameras though. Who knew who could be watching? So instead he muttered; "Well I'm still friends with Blaine, and Rachel and Quinn are nice too... But I don't really talk to other people all that much, I'm happy as it is."

Vera looked as though she suspected what he had been thinking, and paused before carrying on.

"Tell me Kurt, this is an easier question now, what is the last movie you saw?"

Kurt's face brightened slightly. "Well, the last one I saw in the theatre was School of Rock with Blaine, but I saw The Lizzie McGuire Movie on television last week. It was really good!"

"I take it you like movies with music in them, then? Do you like to sing?" Vera had, of course, discussed the matter with Burt, so she could anticipate Kurt's enthusiastic "Yes!" before she heard it. When she asked him if he would like to sing for the cameras, properly this time, his face lit up and he stood immediately. Someone from the wings handed him a microphone, and he started singing.

Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars,
For shining so bright...

His voice was incredibly strong for someone so strong. There was no back up music, as there was no way to know what song he would have sung, and even if there was, the studio's house band was very unlikely to know this song. As he got to the chorus, his voice grew louder, and stronger, and despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that his voice was so high, even for a ten year old, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to listen to him. Kurt barely noticed, however, because the music consumed him until there was nothing but him and the song.

Hey now, hey now.
This is what dreams are made of.
Hey now, hey now.
This is what dreams are made of.
I've got, somewhere I belong,
I've got, somebody to love.
This is what dreams...
Are made of.

After he had finished singing, there was a stunned silence in the room. He quickly went back to his chair, his cheeks turning slightly pink, and sat down. The interview finished up without any more major occurrences, probably because Vera was finding it hard to get over the boy's performance. She dismissed him after several minutes of what she knew would most likely be used purely as filler, especially if Eric managed to get Blaine to talk.

"So Blaine, I take it you still like reading?" Eric asked, once the cameras started rolling.

Blaine smiled and nodded. "I love it..." he mumbled. He was clearly worried about giving too much information away, an issue that Eric had anticipated.

"You like reading, so I assume English would be one of your best school subjects?" He supposed he should start with average, easy questions to make the Boy feel comfortable, and then he would hopefully coax something out of him regarding his family life.

Blaine smiled, and he figured the plan must be working. "Well, I do enjoy English, but I prefer choir practice. Sometimes, we even get to get out of math or other subjects to go to choir, if we are singing somewhere soon. Kurt does it too, it's great!" Eric seemed slightly baffled, he ruffled though his notes, but couldn't find anywhere that Blaine had previously expressed an interest in performing. He seemed shy, reserved and bookish, but, on the other hand, he couldn't deny that having a friend like Kurt would surely lend some interest in music.

Blaine seemed to read his surprise, because he said, "I may not seem like the type, but I really do love music. I started learning piano when I was five, and Ke - I mean Coop says, if I'm good, he's gonna teach me how to play guitar soon!" The enthusiasm in his voice was unmistakeable. Eric made a mental note to have an instrument of two in the interview rooms the next year.

The rest of Blaine's interview passed without much incident. Eric tried to make Blaine let something slip about his family, but Blaine was far too conscious to fall for it. The only time he came close was when, upon being asked about what he liked most about his bedroom, Blaine had let slip that he rarely used his own room, as "The boards are softer in Coop's room". Eric wasn't quite sure what to make of this, and Blaine seemed to realize he had said something out of the ordinary, because he refused point-blank to answer any more questions relating to family or housing from that point on.

As they drove home that evening, Burt smiled fondly as Kurt and Blaine filled each other in on the details of their respective interviews. They laughed at the fact that Eric hadn't known of Blaine's musical inclination, at the camera crew's response to Kurt's singing, and about the day in general. However, when Burt pulled up in front of the Anderson's house, Blaine's mood darkened slightly.

Burt noticed this, and seemed to realize that Blaine didn't want to go into his house that night. He may not have known the exact details of what went on in there, but he knew that something was up with John and Amelia's disciplining skills, that made Blaine reluctant to want to go home from the Hummel's when he was there.

"Hey, bud." He called from the front seat, "Would you like to stay at our place for the night? I'll ring your mom and let her know you are okay, and that I'll drop you off tomorrow, okay sport?" If Burt had had any misconceptions about whether this was the right thing to do, they all disappeared when he saw the delighted expression on Blaine's face. They drove off, every one of them in brighter spirits than they would have deemed possible the previous year.

As usual, thanks for reading! see you next chapter :)