Joe sighed.

This was the third time this week Kurt had slept in. It was already 11:00 AM and he was still in bed.

Stopping what he was doing, Joe walked into the small building him and his brother lived in. He walked over to where Kurt was sleeping and bent over next to him. “Kurt, get up. It’s already eleven,” he muttered as he gently shook him. Kurt groaned sleepily. Joe shook him again, this time less gently, “Damn it, get up! This is the third time you’ve slept in this late. You’ve got to stop staying up so late if this is the result!”

Kurt simply groaned again and turned over, “Go away…” he muttered.

Joe shook him roughly, “Up!”

“No… I wanna play with my toys…” Kurt mumbled as he pulled the blanket over his head

Joe raised his eyebrow. “Toys, ay?” he said, “And what toy is it this time? Last time it was… plastic dinosaurs, right?” he chuckled.

Kurt nodded. “Wooden blocks…. And a train set…”

“Well, if you get your ass out of bed I’ll make wooden blocks and a train set.” Joe said the same thing every time, and knew it wouldn’t work.

Kurt nodded again. “Yeah…”

“Do you want a Barney poster, too?”

“Yeah…”

Joe looked down at his brother, he knew Kurt wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow, but he still loved teasing him once he was fully awake. Kurt always got mad and stormed off.

Joe shook Kurt again. “UP!” he yelled in his face.

“Go… away…”

That was it; Joe didn’t want to shake Kurt anymore. It never worked, not once in his life had it worked. He let go of Kurt, and instead of shaking him he punched him dead in the face.

Kurt’s eyes shot open. “What the heck was that for?!” he yelled angrily.

Joe shrugged. “You wouldn’t get up.”

“So you had to punch me in the face?” Kurt growled as he went around the room gathering various things, shoes, shirt, food.

“Well, shaking doesn’t work,” Joe said, smiling as he opened the door and stepped out. “And don’t you dare go back to sleep.” He closed the door.

A few minutes later Kurt came out of the house.

“If you still want the train set you have to make it yourself,” Joe said, smirking.

“Wah?”

“And you can make the wooden blocks easily with the wood next to you,” Joe continued.

“What are you talking about?” Kurt asked, worried about his brother’s sanity.

“You said you wanted them,” Joe said still smirking.

That’s when Kurt realized what Joe meant; he’d been talking in his sleep again.

Kurt sighed, “Shut up.”

Joe laughed, “Of course you could probably buy them both from a store that sells baby toys. But I don’t think there are any in this town.”

Kurt tried to ignore him, and looked down to start his work.

“Maybe Tim can give you some of his old stuff,” Joe said thoughtfully. “After all, he is about ten, he’s grown out of that kind of thing. I wonder when you will…”

“Shut up,” Kurt said through gritted teeth.

“Embarrassed, are we?”

“Joe!” A voice called. Both of them looked, it was Woody. “Stop teasing your brother. You know as well as I do that his work turns out terrible when you do.” He then turned to Kurt. “And stop being so sensitive, try and ignore him for once. Now, before you ruin any more wood, go take a walk or something until you can do your work right.”

Kurt put down his axe without a word and began walking down the path towards where the cafe and Harvest Goddess Lake were.

When he came back about half an hours later, Joe was talking to Gwen about something when he noticed Kurt, “Hey! You’re just in time! I’ll make the wooden blocks now!”

Kurt ignored him and walked over to his small house and opened the door, but just as he stepped in Joe spoke again, “I think I know where to get a Barney poster if you still want one.”

The door slammed shut.