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WARNING: There is some language in this chapter.

Chapter 13: Burt

The next day Elizabeth had to go to work early again so she asked me if I would pick Kurt up from school and watch him until she got back that night.

I tried to tell her it was a bad idea and remind her of our conversation the previous day. I have to admit I was nervous as I sat and waited outside of Kurt's school for the finally bell to ring. Elizabeth had told him that he would be driving with me that morning so at least he wouldn't be freaked out that his mom wasn't there.

I heard the doors open and turned to see a wave of little kids pouring out of the front doors of the school. I quickly scanned the crowd and found Kurt who was waving goodbye to a little boy and girl.

He walked up to my beat up truck and scrambled into the back seat. He carefully placed his backpack into the seat next to him. I got into the front seat, started the car and began to drive. It wasn't until I glanced at the rearview mirror to see how Kurt was doing that I noticed he wasn't wearing his seatbelt.

"Hey, Kurt, can you put your seatbelt on for me, buddy?" I said, I was really nervous. Now was not the time to question my authority Kurt.

Instead of buckling his seatbelt, Kurt stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

"No," he said, simply in a defiant tone.

I pulled over to the side of the road and turned around in my seat. "Come on Kurt, it's dangerous not to wear your seatbelt. If we got into a wreck you could fly forward and go right through the windshield, like this..."

To demonstrate my point, I turned around and knocked firmly on the windshield. Perhaps a little too firmly since as I knocked, a loud crack was heard, and a line appeared on the windshield.

"Shit!" I said loudly, then I remembered who my audience was.

I turned around quickly and looked at Kurt who was staring at the crack in the windshield with wild eyes. He reached up slowly and buckled his own seatbelt. I sighed, crisis averted, but now I had to go get this damn windshield replaced.

"Kurt, we're going to go where they can fix this," I said.

He nodded. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, that was actually kind of awesome," he mumbled.

I smiled, of course he would find that awesome. Any little boy loved seeing explosions and crap.

"Do you have super strength?" I heard him ask.

I chuckled softly. "Nope, the windshield was just really old, so it broke really easily."

"Oh."

I could tell he was a little disappointed. Who wouldn't be?

"We need to go to the car shop that I work at, so I can get this fixed," I said.

The crack would be distracting, but it wasn't like my car was totaled. I turned back onto the road and made my way to where the shop was located.

"Burt, what does shit mean?" Kurt asked.

I just about had a heart attack. My mind raced to think of what to say. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this?

"Um, it's just not a good word. Adults say it sometimes when they get angry but they really shouldn't."

"Is it really bad?" Kurt asked.

I nodded gravely, trying to be more serious then I really was. Kurt was quiet for a minute but I could practically hear him thinking.

"That means you have to apologize," he piped up again.

"What?"

"Well, if it's a bad word, that means you have to apologize to whoever hears you," he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I sighed. "I'm sorry for saying a bad word."

I saw the sign for the shop ahead and turned into the parking lot. I looked back at Kurt in the backseat.

"Okay, Kurt, we're here."

Thankfully Kurt followed my with no problems. He seemed kind of in awe of my amazing super strength and I wasn't about to tell him it was all dumb luck. He might go back to being a little brat.

I knew that I shouldn't be so hard on the kid. He's seen his own mom get hurt by other guys and I should be sensitive, but I just wanted us to at least be able to respect each other.

I walked through to front door of the shop and heard the bell ring. Jake popped up from behind the counter.

"Burt! What are you doing here? I thought you weren't working."

"I'm actually here as a customer. I need to replace the windshield," I explained.

Jake snorted. He'd been telling since we first met that one day my truck was just going to fall apart right underneath me.

"I say to replace that whole piece of sh-" That was when he noticed Kurt behind me. "Shih tzu. Yeah, those shih tzu puppies were adorable."

Kurt just gave him a weird look and turned back to look at me.

"Is this going to take a long time? I have things I want do."

He crossed his arms over his tiny chest and Jake laughed but was able to pull it off as a really screwed up sounded cough.

"It shouldn't take more than an hour. You can go over there and watch a movie or color some pictures," I said, pointing out the waiting area.

He marched over and picked out "Beauty and the Beast" and popped into the VCR we had in the shop. I was surprised he didn't need any help, he knew exactly how to work it. I suppose it came from needing how take care of himself when Elizabeth was at medical school.

"So that's Elizabeth's little angel?" Jake asked, a wide smirk on his face.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes tiredly. "Yep, he can sure be a handful."

Jake just laughed at me and I scowled at him. He walked around the front desk and towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, following him.

"To go take a look at that piece of crap you call a vehicle," Jake replied.

I was already out the door when I remembered Kurt. I turned back to see him completely engrossed in watching the dishes dance in "Be Our Guest."

"So show me this destroyed windshield you have."

I directed him towards my truck. Jake took one look at the long crack in my windshield and let out a low whistle.

"How the hell did you do this?" he asked.

"Kurt didn't want to buckle his seatbelt so I tried to show him that his head would go right through the windshield if we got into a crash by knocking on the glass and it cracked. I think it's because it was so old."

Jake stared at me incredulously. "Are you serious right now?"

I shrugged and put my hands in the pockets of my jeans. I didn't like the look Jake was giving me.

"Yeah, I'm being serious."

Jake shook his head as if he was shaking himself back to reality. He started examining the crack.

"There's no way to fix this, it's gotta be replaced."

I huffed in annoyance. "I could have told you that," I said.

"Alright, alright. Drive it around to the workshop and I'll have it replaced in less than thirty minutes."

Once I had let Jake do his job, he'd made quick work of it and I had a brand new windshield on my truck.

I went back to the waiting area where Kurt was still watching his movie with avid interest.

"Kurt it's time to go," I said.

Kurt jumped a little. He looked up at me and then around the shop like he'd forgotten where he was.

"Do we have to go?" he whined.

"You have this movie at home, you can finish it there."

He sighed but got up and followed me out the door to my truck where he got in and immediately buckled his seat belt. I laughed a little to myself. It may have been a pain in the ass, but at least he learned his lesson.

A/N: My dad actually has a coworker that this happened to. His young stepdaughter wouldn't listen to him about buckling her seat belt so he knocked on it too hard and it shattered. I could just see that happening with stubborn little Kurt and Burt.

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Julez