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“All of time and space, Kurt Hummel,” said the Doctor, spinning. “Where do you want to go?”
“I was thinking…” said Kurt, biting his lip. “I think I want to see my mom.”
The Doctor stopped midspin, face serious. “No.”
“Kurt, no. People have—you’re not the fi—bad things happen.” The Doctor played with one of the switches on the TARDIS.
“I just want to see her. It’s not like her death was something I could change, or anything,” said Kurt hurriedly. “And I’m not going to take her with us or anything, I know I can’t do that and there’s an established timeline, but…please.”
The TARDIS lights brightened and dimmed. The Doctor glared at the console. “Traitor,” he muttered.
“Thanks,” said Kurt quietly, patting the TARDIS.
“Rules!” said the Doctor, darting towards the door. “Don’t tell her who you are. If you see Burt, you hide. Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Kurt smirked. “You know what I mean. Got it?”
Kurt nodded, and the Doctor winced. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” he said, and flung open the doors.
“Where are we?” asked Kurt.
The Doctor snorted. “Where do you think?” He pointed to the nearby sign. “Some things never change.”
“When are we?” asked Kurt.
The Doctor held up a finger, spun around once, and tapped his wrist. “We are…1999. Which would make you…five years old.” He looked around. “Kurt?”
The boy had vanished into the nearby coffeeshop. The Doctor pushed through the door, to see Kurt gazing at a woman sitting at a table. “It was her favorite,” said Kurt softly. “She’d get coffee here every day.”
“Kurt,” said the Doctor.
“Can I—” Kurt faltered. “Can I talk to her?”
“Be careful,” said the Doctor. Kurt gripped his hand tightly.
They sat down at a table next to Elizabeth Hummel, still holding hands tightly. “What do I say?” hissed Kurt. The Doctor nodded towards the book on the table, rubbing Kurt’s hand with his thumb.
Kurt cleared his throat. “I hear that book’s pretty good.”
Elizabeth looked up. “Oh! Well, everyone’s hailing Harry Potter as the next big thing, and I have a five-year-old, so I thought I’d give it a try.” She smiled brightly. “Maybe read it to him.”
Kurt swallowed. “I bet he’d love that.”
“We’ll see,” she said. “You kind of remind me of him, in an odd way.”
“Well, I just have one of those faces, I guess,” said Kurt.
“Yeah,” she said, still staring at him. “You two are brave. There’s not many who would hold hands in Ohio.”
Kurt realized he was still holding on to the Doctor as if for dear life, and realized that there was no way he was going to let go any time soon. He smiled. “My mother always taught me to be who I was.”
“She sounds like a smart woman,” said Elizabeth. “Does she like you?” She asked, nodding towards the Doctor.
“Erm…” said the Doctor.
“I bet she loves you,” said Elizabeth, smiling softly. “I mean, anyone can see how happy you make him.” Blaine turned to face Kurt, a sad smile on his face, while behind him, Elizabeth mouthed hold onto him.
Kurt smiled back sadly. She finished her coffee and picked up her book. “It was nice to meet you…?”
“Kurt.” Her eyes widened, and she stared at the boy.
“Good name,” she said, softly, and exited the coffeeshop, leaving behind a faint scent of vanilla.
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