A/N: I'd like to thank MsHummel-Anderson-Cullen for giving me a little idea for this chapter.

Chapter 10: Burt

That night Kurt was...how should I put this? An evil, little devil child. He went up to his room for most of the afternoon, saying he had homework and leaving me to wonder what the hell kind of pre-school gave out homework.

The trouble started with dinner. I'd been instructed by Elizabeth to make Spaghettios. I'd never been much of a cook but this dish seemed simple enough, you just heat the stuff up and bon , but when I put the food in front of Kurt...

"This doesn't taste like how my mom makes it," he said, looking at the remaining circular noodles in his bowl like they were personally offending him.

How? How does some food that you just throw into the microwave until it's an appropriate temperature possibly taste different?

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

Kurt shrugged. "It just tastes bad."

I swallowed my urge to snap back at the kid. He probably didn't know what he was talking about. "What do you want for dinner then?"

Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment and I tapped my foot impatiently.

He finally seemed to make up his mind. "I want ice cream!" he shouted and ran towards the fridge to retrieve his selection of food.

Luckily he was too short to reach the freezer which was located above the refrigerator. I walked over and led him back to his place at the table.

"No, you're not having ice cream now. Maybe after you finish your dinner."

He crossed his arms and glared up at me. I can't deny it. Kurt could scare me a little.

"But I don't want this, I want ice cream," Kurt said in a dangerously low voice. I wasn't going to let him boss me around though.

"And I said, you can have it after you finish," I said, leaning down to glare at the boy.

I should be feeling foolish that I was letting a kid bother me this much, but I was way to pissed to care.

Kurt crossed his arms defiantly. He then reached out one hand and pushed the bowl of pasta across the table towards me and I caught it before it could fall on the floor. He seemed really angry that I'd been able to foil his plot to destroy his dinner. He turned red in the face and I could sense something very, very bad was about to happen.

Five minutes of Kurt doing nothing but screaming at the top of his lungs later, Kurt and I were sitting in the living room eating Rocky Road ice cream and watching Home Alone on cable.

You won this round kid, I thought, glaring at the young boy, but next time you won't get your way so easily.

Kurt seemed to sense my thoughts and turned on give me a smug smile, chocolate ice cream smeared across his face.

The movie ended and I checked the time. Crap, it was only seven o' clock. Elizabeth had told my that she would be back at about eleven o' clock and that Kurt should be in bed by nine but something told me that wouldn't be happening.

"What do you want to do next?" I asked and Kurt gave me a wicked grin.

I had played plenty of Cowboys and Indians back in my day, but I don't remember the game being this violent. I remember running around and tagging everyone who wasn't a cowboy or an indian. I'm pretty sure that the Indians weren't supposed to tie up the Cowboys and dance around their captured enemies, singing a song of victory. He lowered his voice into a gruff tone.

"You Mr. Sesame Street," he said, pointing at me. "You have been captured by the mighty Davis Indian tribe."

He then talked about scalping me at sunrise and continued dancing around me, singing his little song.

Mr. Sesame Street? I thought, this kid is nuts.

He sure looked nuts. He had a brown ring of paper around his head, with large red, orange, and yellow paper feathers sticking out of it. He was also brandishing a small toy bow and arrow with one arrow that had a small red plunger thing at the end so it would stick to whatever you shot it at.

I tried to untie or slip out of the ropes tied around my hands and feet but I couldn't get loose. I wasn't sure exactly how Kurt got me into this but I'm pretty sure it included mind control powers.

I was finally able to break myself free, but I hadn't taken two steps when I heard a twang like someone was snapping a rubber band and felt something hit me square in the middle of my forehead. I reached up and pulled Kurt's arrow off of my forehead. I stared at it for a moment.

"That's it," I said and marched up to Kurt who feebly tried to run away but I caught him and brought him over to stand in front of my while I sat on the couch.

"What's your problem with me?" I asked.

He just shrugged and that made me even more angry. "Look kid, I really care about your mom-"

Kurt sighed and muttered, "27."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but continued speaking none the less. "I don't think I've felt this way about anyone else-"

"29." He'd interrupted me again but I just barreled on.

"I don't really mind that she has a kid-" "24." "-I just think that you need to show me a little more respect. I'm not saying that I'm going anywhere-" "17." "-but I just want you to respect me, and I'll respect you. I love Elizabeth-" "19."

"Okay," I was sick of whatever he was doing with those numbers. "What do those numbers you keep saying mean?"

Kurt sighed. "I've heard guys say how much they love my mom two days before they leave her so many times that I started counting."

He yawned widely. "I'll try to respect you but hurt my mom and I'm not responsible for whatever I might do to you."

I sat there on the coach frozen until Elizabeth got home. I went back to my own apartment and the last thought that crossed my mind before I fell asleep was, What the hell am I getting myself into.

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez