Ugh, why do you people even still deal with me? (Sorry for mistakes, I wrote this really fast.)

Chapter 15: Burt

Things were different with Kurt after that. I didn't want to jinx it so I wouldn't necessarily say he liked me or anything, but we had a kind of respect for each other. Even Elizabeth noticed.

"What did you do?" she asked one night after while we were washing the dishes from dinner.

I had come over for dinner with Kurt and Elizabeth and Kurt hadn't even made one rude remark towards me. In fact, he'd hardly spoken at all and had run up to his room the moment he was finished with his grilled cheese and soup.

"I don't know to be honest. I think things started changing after that day we had the whole broken windshield debacle," I said.

"He seems to be really quiet lately," Elizabeth observed. She sounded distracted and I knew that she was thinking about what might be wrong with her son.

I was sure that Kurt wasn't sad because he was always very happy and energetic when I went to pick him up from school. Me picking him up was becoming more and more common due to Elizabeth's busy schedule and my practically non-existent one since my boss appeared to really have something against me and was giving me the crappiest hours possible.

I shared my thoughts with Elizabeth. She sighed handed me a plate she had just finished washing.

"I don't about that. He just gets really withdrawn when he gets home. I just don't know if-"

Elizabeth was interrupted by the phone ringing. She dried her hands quickly and answered it.

"Hello? Oh, hi Jolene…You need me to come in?...Now?...Okay, I'll be their soon, bye."

Elizabeth hung up the phone and sighed.

"Work?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm really sorry, but could you watch Kurt while I'm gone?" she asked, as if that was even a question.

"Do I look like I have anywhere better to be?"

Elizabeth laughed and, after a quick kiss goodbye, was out the door and gone. I finished the dishes and wandered into the living room.

It was eerily quiet in the house, especially considering that Kurt was right upstairs. Kurt. Maybe I should go talk to him. I had been worried about the little guy too. He may have seemed happy but there had to be a reason he was so excited at school and yet so reserved at home. God, I hoped it wasn't me.

I walked up the stairs to Kurt's room. I felt nervous. What was I supposed to say? I was worried about Kurt and I wanted to get to the bottom of this but I never had a way with words.

I knocked on the door. "Kurt?" I called, "Can I talk to you quick buddy?"

I didn't hear a response so I opened the door and looked inside. Kurt was lying on his stomach on his bed, scribbling furiously on a notebook with black crayon.

"Kurt?" I repeated.

The young boy looked up from his notebook and sat up when he saw me. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.

Kurt sounded surprised, as if he really hadn't heard me outside the door. He did seem pretty concentrated on whatever he had been writing.

"I wanted to talk to you," I said and grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and set it in front of Kurt's bed.

"Talk," he said, continuing to write in the notebook.

"Okay," I started. "Your mom and I have been really worried about you. You don't seem to be acting like yourself…"

I trailed off when Kurt didn't seem to be paying any attention to me, instead focusing to whatever he was writing down.

"You aren't getting TV or dessert for a week," I said, to see if Kurt would notice, but I got no reaction, "I broke up with your mom." Still nothing. "I really am an alien." Wow, I really thought that one would work. "You're getting a puppy."

Kurt's head snapped up. Seriously? "I'm getting a puppy? When? What kind?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement and I felt bad for making it up.

"Of course you only hear what you want to hear," I muttered. "What are you writing down in that notebook?" I asked, hoping that Kurt kept the attention span of a goldfish and would forget about the make believe puppy.

"Nothing!" he said, and attempted to hide the notebook.

I shot him a look and he handed the notebook over, looking guilty. I opened it to see pictures of girls in dresses that were drawn as triangles and boys in what I suspected were suits. There were also notes that I couldn't really read as they were full of spelling errors and written in a four-years-old's messy scrawl.

Sarah shoud wear lavendr. It makes her eyes lok prety.

"What is this for buddy?" I asked, continuing to read.

The cake shoud be white. No roses.

"Sarah's daddy is getting married and I want to help plan the wedding," Kurt said. I guess that made sense, although I don't think I'd ever heard of a little boy like Kurt want to plan a wedding.

"Wow, that's great. Are you allowed to?" I asked, flipping through the pages to find more drawings, some of them wedding related and other not.

"Not really. I just say what I like to Crystal, that's Sarah's new mommy. She likes some of my ideas a lot."

"Is Crystal nice?" I asked.

Kurt nodded. "She's really, really nice. She baked cookies when I came over to play with Sarah. She has kids too so now Sarah gets two brothers and a sister. Her brothers are both eight because they are twins but they don't even look the same. Sarah's new sister isn't even a year old yet and she's really tiny and slept the whole time I was there. Crystal said that if I'm really careful, I can hold her some time."

"That's exciting. When's the wedding?" I asked.

"It's in two weeks. That's why I haven't really been talking to you or Mommy, because I was too excited. I'm even invited as Sarah's guest."

"Like a date?" I asked teasingly.

Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ew, no. Sarah is my friend, gross."

I laughed and got up to walk out of the room when I noticed his Power Rangers toys were also out of their box and set up on Kurt's dresser.

"What's going on over here?" I asked, picking up the black Ranger.

Kurt jumped up and grabbed the small figurine out of my hands and set it carefully back in its original place before turning back to me.

"The blue Ranger and the black Ranger are getting married. I like pretending to be a wedding planner," Kurt said.

"Aren't they both boys?" I asked.

Kurt nodded. "It doesn't matter though. Mommy says it doesn't matter and besides, you can't tell. On the outside, you can't even tell, the only difference is the colors. I also ran out of girl Rangers."

Kurt was gently placing each of Rangers back into the shoe box he kept them in. That's when I really got of got it. Kurt, smart, rude little Kurt, had just about explained the entire universe to me. People are all the same, sure we come in different genders and colors but really, we all live on the same planet, we all breathe the same air.

As I watched Kurt spin around his room and ramble on about how magical weddings are and how he would never have roses at his wedding because everybody got roses, I knew that if Elizabeth was right, if Kurt was gay, it wouldn't matter to me. Someday Kurt would have his own Power Ranger themed wedding. Maybe he would be marrying a blue Ranger or maybe a pink Ranger, but either way, I planned on being there.

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez