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Unconditional "Daddy!" the shrill voice of young Rachel Berry called as she opened the door. 12:15 on the dot. Rachel was an "early bird" kindergartener, meaning she went the first half of the day, nine to noon, as opposed to the "late bears" who went from noon to three. Leroy put down his magazine and walked out of the living room to greet his kindergarten-aged daughter at the door, where she was standing with… another person. This surprised Leroy – Rachel didn't usually bring home friends. Mostly because Rachel didn't really have any friends. "Hello, sweetie," he greeted, taking her bright pink Strawberry Shortcake backpack fro

Summary: A short, sort of sad, hopefully cute one-shot featuring little Kurt and his mother. "Mama?" Seven-year-old (seven and three quarters, he would constantly remind everyone) Kurt Hummel looked up at his mother, his mother who was now paler than him and thinner than him, from his spot in her lap on one of the rocking chairs in the cancer treatment center's enclosed porch. It was only because he was so small for his age, one of the products of being born two months premature, that he even fit and that she could carry the weight. "What is it, baby?" Elizabeth Hummel asked, stifling a yawn. She barely stayed awake for more than a couple h