[Glee doesn't belong to me. It's the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX]

The views expressed in this story by Kurt's mother however, are totally my views so please respect them.

Kurt Hummel, aged seven, was outside in the front yard hosting a tea-party with his teddies when a boy, aged about ten, rode past and shouted

"You should be in hell, FAG!"

and before Kurt had a chance to get a good look at the bully he had sped off leaving Kurt to run back indoors in floods of tears and straight into the arms of his dad who gently picked him up to get a good look at his face and shook his head kindly and simply asked

"Did the teddies not play nicely, kiddo?"

Kurt blinked up at his dad and replied

"Can I go up and see mummy, please?"

Burt was about to protest, Kurt's mum was getting worse each day and Burt really didn't want Kurt to see her that way, but then he caught the look in Kurt's eyes and knew that he couldn't stop his only son from seeing his mother so he simply nodded his head and putting Kurt back down on the floor he watched his son run up the stairs and heard him knock quietly on the bedroom door and his wife's soft voice granting him permission.

Kurt walked into the room and smiled a soft smile at his mother and then proceeded to jump up on the bed right next to her and threw his little arms around her neck and nestled his face into the crook of it smelling her scent. She responded by rubbing his back in soothing, calming, circles and kissing his hair

"Want to tell me what's wrong, Kurt?"

she asked in such a quiet voice that it was lucky Kurt even heard her, he lifted his head up from it's position nuzzled in her neck and clearing his throat he told her what had happened outside. When he was finished, and the tears were still glistening on his face, he looked her in the eyes and asked the two most heart-breaking questions any mother has to answer in her entire life.

"What's a 'fag' and why should they be in hell?"

Elizabeth Hummel sighed and shifted herself slightly so that she was resting against the pillows with Kurt in her eye line and choosing her words carefully she replied

"Well that word is not a very nice one and it's used to be mean about little boys who like other little boys. That little boy obviously doesn't have very loving parents if they taught him a word like that"

She gave him a soft smile and felt a huge weight lift from her when he returned it but she sensed he now had another pressing question to ask, which he did with perfect grace

"So, mummy, you wouldn't be angry if I told you I liked another little boy then?"

He looked up at her, as if searching for any anger from her – he didn't find any. She let out a gentle, kind, laugh leave her mouth as she replied

"Of course not, sweetie, you are my son and I love you just the way you are."

She ruffled his hair playfully and then decided to finally answer the other burning question he'd asked her a moment ago

"Now then, as for this 'going to hell' business that is complete and utter poppycock. I mean really, Kurt, why would /you/ be in a fiery pit with the likes of Adolph Hitler, Joseph Stalin?"

Kurt blinked rapidly

"Who are they?"

Elizabeth laughed and replied, sleepily

"A story for another day, sweetie, mummy's tired now and needs to sleep why don't you go and ask if daddy needs help fixing cars or wants to play with you?"

"OK mummy, I love you"

Kurt planted a kiss on her forehead and skipped from the room to go and find his dad downstairs feeling slightly better about the whole situation.

A/N: Please read and review. This idea suddenly came to me and I just -had- to write it down.