AN: A little early Hummel family for you all. Inspired By lyrics from "Whole Again" by Atomic Kitten
It was two in the morning but Burt and Kathleen Hummel were still awake. Finding time for certain adult activities now that there was a child who could get around on his own could be difficult at times and usually entailed lost sleep. Still, now showered and dressed in comfy pajamas, both of them would agree that it was worth the lack of sleep.
Kathleen listened to the rain pouring down outside. She had always been partial to the rain but a month into her freshman year of high school rain had taken on a whole new meaning.
"Sort of reminds me of the day we met," she told her husband as she listened to his heart beat steadily beneath her ear.
"What does?"
"The downpour outside. Silly me had forgotten her umbrella on the bus and here comes the dashing young football player to save the day, offering to share his umbrella."
"Well I didn't want to see all those books you were trying to shelter beneath your jacket get ruined."
"Yeah, right because you were always the bookworm."
Burt laughed. "Okay, truth be told I had been looking for a reason to introduce myself to you. Hero to the rescue was the perfect scenario."
"Well, I'm glad I forgot that umbrella," Kathleen told him, shifting her head to look up at her husband.
"Me too," Burt replied as their lips started seeking each other's.
"Do you ever wish you could go back to those day's?" Kathleen asked, not really expecting an answer.
Just when Burt's rough, in need of chapstick which he refused to use, lips were about to capture Kathleen's soft, moist ones a scream pierced the night. Both parents were moving to climb out of bed as they heard approaching, running footsteps. Knowing their son would soon be bursting into their room, Burt motioned for Kathleen to stay where she was as he got up and headed toward the door. Sure enough, the cracked door burst open and in ran their four-year-old son, sobs shaking his small body. Burt reached down and scooped Kurt up into his arms.
"What's wrong buddy?" Burt asked.
"There's a monster trying to get in through my window?"
"It's just a tree branch scraping against the house," Burt assured him, cursing himself for not trimming the oak tree outside Kurt's window.
"It's a monster."
Knowing he wasn't going to persuade Kurt otherwise, Burt headed for his own bed and soon had Kurt tucked snuggly in between him and Kathleen. He looked over their son at his wife.
"No, I wouldn't want to go back. I like what we have now," Burt told her.
Kathleen smiled and nodded her consent.