A/N: I'm back. I know I've updated three times in less than a week but this story just makes me really excited.

IMPORTANT: Keep in mind, this is the point of view of a four-year-old. Most of the words and sentence structure is very simple like a child. I ramble a lot because kids ramble and instead of using commas I use 'and' a lot like little kids tend to do. Also, this is happening in Febuary 1998. So it's going along with the current month but the wrong year but I'll probably have time going faster or else this fic would take forever. Get it? Got it? Good.

Chapter 3: Kurt

Preschool sucks. I've never liked school. During the six months I went to school in Minneapolis, the other kids were always mean to me but I thought that maybe this school would be different, but nothing has changed at all. I think it's actually worse. All the boys are meaner and bigger than they were in Minnesota and all the girls thought I was weird and now, my mom was late for picking me up from my first day. She even promised she's be here!

I was sitting in the enterance of my school, drawing in a Disney colorbook. I was coloring a picture of the dogs from "101 Dalmations". The teacher's assistant was waiting for my mom with me. I like her a lot. Her name is Julie and she says she wants to be a preschool teacher someday when she's done with school but she said that she has to wait a whole three more years. She also said that it takes a super long time to become a teacher. Anyway, she's super nice because when no one would play with my at recess, we talked and when this kid Noah stole my Oreos at snack, she gave me more and now she was waiting for my mom with me and letting me use all the crayons and coloring books that I want.

"Do you know where your mom is?" Julie asked.

I shook my head and she frowned like she thought my mom wasn't being a good mom. I quickly jumped to defend my mom because she was a good mom. She just sometimes had problems with being on time and keeping her promises.

"She probably just had to pick up some more job papers and stuff. Plus, the car was making funny noises so she said she had to go to get it fixed."

Julie gave me one of those looks adults give you when they don't think you're telling the truth. My mom's really good at those looks but here's the secret, I can do the look even better so I gave the look right back to Julie. She smiled at me and laughed just like other adults do when I give them the look. They say it makes me look all grown up and too serious for my age.

"Do you know when you're mom was supposed to be here?" she asked, looking around at the now deserted parking lot like she was hoping to see my mom's car pull up.

"Yep," I said, "my mom said she would be here at 3 o' clock but now it's..."

I checked my sea-monkey watch that my mom's friend got me for my birthday. It had real sea monkeys in it!

"Now it is 3:37," I announced.

Julie looked impressed. "You know how to read the time? I didn't learn until my teacher taught me in first grade."

I nodded proudly. "My mom taught me how but she only taught me how to read the clocks with the numbers and the two dots, not the ones with the hands. I don't know why they call the things hands because they don't look like hands at all, and someone told me the flat part of the clock that the numbers are written on are called a face! I would hate it if my face had numbers and hands on it but then again, the clock guy in 'Beauty and the Beast' didn't seem to mind-"

"Kurt!" Julie interrupted, "you're rambling!"

I got confused cause I didn't know that I was rambling, but my mom tells me that I ramble a lot. I think it's because she rambles a lot too. She says I get it from her but I don't know what that means. Well, last year we both got sick, but I got sick first so she said she got the sick from me. I didn't think that rambling was a sickness although sometimes it does feel like a sickness because it made people not want to be around me sometimes.

"Sorry," I said.

Julie smiled her pretty smile at me. "It's okay," she said.

We sat without talking for a while until a taxi drove into the parking lot and my mom got out of it and waved to me. I grabbed my backpack and ran to the yellow car, putting my backpack on my shoulders as I went. Then I realized I forgot to say goodbye to Julie!

"Bye, Julie! Thanks for waiting with me," I yelled back, waving at her. She didn't yell back but I saw her waving at me.

I jumped into the car and quickly buckled my seatbelt. My mom gave the taxi driver our new address and he started driving.

"Where's our car?" I asked.

"It's getting fixed because it was making that funny noise remember?"

I nodded seriously. I was freaked out when the car started making those screeching noises. I thought we were going to get into a wreck and die.

"Well," Mom continued, "it took longer than I thought it would for it to be fixed so it's gone until tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, and stared out the window.

I watched the rows and rows of houses that looked exactly and wondered how people could stand it if the house that they lived in looked just like everyone else's house. At least then there wouldn't be any "My House is Bigger and Fancier Than Your House" contests. Mom and I used to have one of those with our really rich neighbors, only it wasn't fair. Mom and I don't have that much money and even though we hated the stupid contest, our neighbors wouldn't stop. They had this son my age that was really dumb and this one time, he said that his family was better than mine so I pushed him. Over course he just so happened to fall and he started crying cause he's a big baby and I got in trouble. He was too scared to talk to me after that though so I won anyway.

The taxi stopped in front of our driveway and we got out. Mom payed the driver and I ran inside, nearly crashing into and huge pile of boxes. Since we just moved in, our house isn't unpacked or organized at all. Yesterday, we slept in sleeping bags on the floor and ate the sandwiches that we packed before we started driving to Ohio from Minneapolis.

Minneapolis. I haven't talked to much about that place. It was nice enough, if a little cold. I didn't go to school there for very long, but for the time I did go to school there, it wasn't as mean as Lima. I had friends back in Minnesota. They cried when I told them I had to move. I didn't know how to feel because I didn't think that we were that close. I miss them though. I miss the kids at my old daycare and the really nice head daycare lady who liked it when we called her Aunt Amy. I miss my best friend Josh most of all though. He was really exciting and we always went on crazy adventures. He didn't care that I would rather play dress-up than play in the sandbox or play kickball with the older boys. I miss him. I miss home.

I sighed and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. My mom gave me a worried look.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I said.

She didn't seem to believe me but she must have been too tired to look into it further because she just took her cell phone out of her pocket and said the sentence that made me completely forget about Minneapolis: "Do you want to order pizza?"

I nodded my head up and down so fast that I started to get a little bit dizzy. Mom smiled and called Domino's, ordering our favorite: one midium everything pizza, hold the onions and, since it was a special occation, cinamon bread.

I jumped up and down for tweny-five minutes until the pizza got here. I got to give the guy the money, but then I grabbed the pizza from him and was on the kitchen floor, opening the pizza box and biting into a piece. Yuuummmmm. At least our pizza order didn't change.

"So how was your first day of school?" Mom asked, taking her own piece of pizza.

I shrugged but didn't speak. I didn't want to talk with my mouth full. Does it ever seem that people always ask questions at the wrong times? I swallowed. "It was okay."

My mom frowned. "Just okay? Not totally awesome!"

I laughed a little. "Mom, in what world is school ever 'totally awesome'?" I asked, adding the finger quote things around 'totally awesome'.

Mom laughed and playfully shoved my shoulder. I laughed and shoved her back. We both reached for another slice of pizza.

"Come on, really. I want to here everything that happened today," Mom said.

I sighed. "It wasn't fun like you said it would be. Some of the kids weren't very nice."

Mom's eyes narrowed like they always did when she knew I wasn't telling her everything. I quickly turned my attention back to my pizza.

"Define 'not very nice'," she asked.

"The other kids wouldn't play with me and one kid knocked over a block tower I made and someone stole my cookies during snack, but don't worry I got more," I said quickly.

My mom set down her pizza and gave me a hug. When I saw her face, I could tell she felt bad.

"We should've never left Minnesota," she whispered.

I shook my head. "No, no, it's fine. I like it here really! There was a nice girl named Brittany that I had a tea party with but she was a little out there, you know like in the movies when people get abducted by aliens and they act all weird like their brains got left behind, and there was this guy named Kyle who didn't talk much, but he let me borrow his blocks when the other kid who knocked over my tower took mine."

Mom looked confused. "Why are you defending this place? I thought you hated it here."

I shrugged. "I guess I wish that we didn't have to move, but I know that we aren't going back so I'm just going to figure out how to like it here," I said.

My mom looked really proud and hugged me again.

"But remember," she said, "if any of those kids are mean to you, you just tell me their names and I'll march to your school and kick all of their asses."

"Mom!" I gasped. "No swearing!"

She laughed. "Sorry," she said, but I knew she didn't mean it.

That night when I went to bed in my room (even though I was sleeping in a sleeping bag) I thought about how much I love my mom, but it's always these quiet, calm nights when I'm thinking about how much I love my mom when a question always seems to pop into my head. Who's my dad?

My mom would never tell me. She used to have a picture of him in her purse. I looked at it once but Mom caught me and got really mad and the next time I looked, it wasn't in her purse anymore. I want a Dad. I remember last year for Christmas, my mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas so she could pass the message on to Santa and I said a Dad. She looked really sad and I pretended I couldn't hear her crying in her room. I know Mom should be enough for me but sometimes I want a Dad really bad. It's not that my mom hasn't had boyfriends, she's had tons of boyfriends, but most of them didn't stick around very long. In fact, most of them tell me that they love my mom so I won't hate them, but then they just run off a couple of months later.

All of a sudden, I got an idea. It was risky but if I can pull it off, I could get the answers to my questions. I grabbed my flashlight from under my pillow and crept downstairs. I was pretty sure my mom was asleep, but I checked her room to make sure. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. If my mom caught me, I was dead. We have this special box that's really heavy and made of metal that mom says is to protect special papers. Like the one paper that I was looking for: my birth certificate. I heard that your birth certificate says where you're born and your parents. That's what I was looking forward.

Finding the box was pretty easy and I already knew where my mom keeps the key. I grabbed the key from Mom's purse and opened the box. I really sure what I was looking for since I couldn't read any of it but I found a piece of paper in an envelope that had my name on the top. I put the envelope in my backpack. I could get someone to read who my dad is tomorrow.

I ran back to bed. I was so excited I couldn't sleep and it wasn't long before the soft light of the early sun was coming through my windows.

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez