AN: So this is one of the older files in my collection of yet to be posted drabbles so I thought I'd get it up. It was inspired by lyrics from "Pictures Of You" by The Last Goodbye.
Walking into the house the first thing I noticed was that mom had managed to finally get the living room unpacked. The boxes were no longer stacked against walls, and the couch had throw pillows and an afghan draped over the back. Decorative pieces, from both old houses, were strategically placed throughout the room. Pictures had even been hung on the back wall of the room.
Dropping my bag down next to the door, I headed toward the framed photos, puzzled by the huge gap between two groups of photographs. Scanning them quickly I understood my mom's thinking in the arrangement. She had grouped the photos from our home, including her and Dad's wedding picture, on one side and on the other side of the gap was the wedding picture from Burt's first marriage and a collage of photo's of Kurt with his parents. I found myself smiling at some of the photo's from Kurt's childhood.
Only two frames had been placed in between the two groups, at the top. Stepping closer I saw that one was Mom and Burt's wedding photo. Next to it was a photo of Kurt and me dancing at the wedding. A week ago I would have been embarrassed to have that picture displayed but now it just brought a smile to my face and reminded me how much I missed Kurt at school. I barely even saw Kurt at home as he left before I got up in the morning, and then ate dinner at Dalton before making the hour and a half drive home. Once he got home he usually holed up in his room to do homework before going to bed.
Burt had tried convincing him to stay in the dorms but Kurt refused. I hadn't asked, but I think Kurt was leery about being put in a room with someone who wouldn't be comfortable with the arrangement. Given what he had been through in the past year, I could understand where he was coming from. Still, I knew our parents worried about him wearing himself out with the long commute.
Turning from the pictures I knew that the gap on the wall wouldn't stay there. Eventually new photos would be taken and placed in that empty spot, bridging the gap just as time would help bridge the gap between our two families so that we could truly become one family.