A/N: You may have noticed that the last chapter said it was chapter 18 at the beginning. This is a typo. THIS is chapter 18. Enjoy!

Chapter 18: Kurt

It was strange going back to school on Monday. I didn't want things to go back to being normal and boring when the weekend had been so exciting! I looked over at Sarah and knew she felt the same way. Frank and Gerard were just grumpy that they had to get up at six o' clock in the morning again. Burt dropped them off at the elementary school before continuing on to the preschool where Sarah and I went to school.

"Here we are," Burt said, pulling to a stop in front of the building.

Sarah and I hopped out of the truck and waved goodbye as Burt drove away, off to work at the garage. We turned around and headed to the front doors.

"I can't wait to tell Max about this weekend," I said.

"Me too," Sarah agreed, "I wonder if my parents are having a good time in London."

"They should, I heard from my mom that London is a really nice place but it's different from America cause they use different words for things. Like I heard french fries are called chips."

We both pushed open the big front doors. They are really heavy but Burt said it was so all the cold would stay out. It made sense. There were a lot of doors like that in Minnesota, where it gets really cold.

Sarah nodded thoughtfully and she clear expression morphed into one of concern. "I hope they don't get confused," she said worriedly. "Like what if they want potato chips but they get french fries instead, that would be a disaster!"

"I don't think that will happen," I assured her. "Your parents are way too smart to that."

We walked into our classroom and put our coats and backpacks away up in our cubbies. It was still a nearly a half hour until school started so we grabbed our favorite Barbie dolls (we'd named them Gwen and Stacy) and brought them over to an empty spot of carpet in the corner of the room. We were preparing them to go to a great ball where they would both meet their future husbands, Glenn and Steven. They had to look their best.

"Maybe your mom and Mr. Burt could go there, you know, if they ever get married," Sarah said nonchalantly.

I stared at the Stacy doll in my hands and thought about it. I didn't know about them getting married. I know that I gave Burt my blessing and all the night before but that was just for kissing and maybe french kissing (ewwww). Thinking about Mom and Burt getting married and me calling Burt Dad was all just too much.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked.

I said yes even though I didn't really feel okay and we went back to picking out what dresses Gwen and Stacy were going to be wearing to the ball.

"Sarah," I started slowly, unsure of to say, "how did you get used to calling Crystal mom if she isn't your real mom?"

Sarah looked at me like she knew exactly what I was thinking. I hate it when people do that. I think it's more of a girl thing.

"Are you asking cause you want to call Burt dad?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I just know that if they get married, I might have to call him Dad," I explained.

"Well it shouldn't be something you have to do, it should be something you want to do, that's what my daddy told me," Sarah said sternly.

I nodded. "I get it," I said.

"My daddy told me when he first started dating Mommy that I didn't need to call her mom if I didn't want to. I guess I just realized that was more of a mom to me than my real mom," Sarah said.

"How did you meet Crystal anyway? What was it like when you first met?" I was wondering if she liked her right away or if she learned to like her, like me and Burt.

Sarah set down her Gwen doll gently and considered what I had asked.

"When I first met Mommy, I didn't like her very much," Sarah confessed. I secretly felt a little relived. Maybe it was normal for kids not to like new parents at first. "This was back when my real mom was still alive but her and my dad weren't married anymore. I thought that maybe my dad and real mom would get back together."

"What changed?" I asked.

"My real mom died," Sarah said bluntly, "I was only three and I didn't real get what was happening but even though I barely knew her, it was hard to deal with when my daddy explained that she wasn't going to come home anymore. Mommy helped me through it since both her parents died when she was little too."

Sarah smiled a little even though it didn't look like a happy smile. It actually looked sad, if that was even possible. It looked really scary on my friend.

"Did I ever tell you about Mommy's old husband?" Sarah asked me. I shook my head. I knew that she had to have an old husband or at least an old boyfriend. After all, Frank and Gerard didn't just come out of nowhere.

"He died from cancer a long time ago," Sarah began. "They were together in high school and she knew he was gonna die but she married him anyway. Crystal said they ran away to get married on the night she turned eighteen and her parents got really mad. The two of them were married for less then a year and he never even got to see Frank and Gerard before he died."

Sarah was sniffling softly and I could see she was crying. I felt like crying too. I knew what it was like to not know your Dad but their dad had never even gotten to meet them. It was terrible,

"Crystal says she loves him but she knew that he would want her to move on so she did. It took her a long time to move on though," Sarah finished and I gave her a big hug. My mom always told me that my hugs always make her feel better and I didn't want Sarah to be sad anymore.

"You know Mommy and Daddy were never planning on getting married," Sarah commented. "They were gonna be together forever but they weren't planning on actually getting married. I think it's cause they both have been married and it ended badly for all of them."

No wedding? That would've been weird. That would've meant that Sarah and Frank and Gerard and Melody never would have stayed over.

"What changed their minds?" I asked.

"Melody. Daddy proposed after she was born. Daddy and Mommy said she was a surprise and they said that it was a wake up call that if they were going to raise me and Frank and Gerard together that just 'being together forever' wouldn't cut it. They would have to get married."

"Well I'm glad they did get married," I responded.

Sarah smiled, a happy smile this time. "Me too."

A/N: How can I make a conversation between two almost five-year-olds angsty? Ugh, I'm the devil.

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