A long, long time ago, in a land far, far away, there was a kingdom named Villon.
In that kingdom lived a young boy named Kurt Hummel.
Kurt was too young to have lost so much, so quickly.
It had been a bitter four years since his father, Lord Burt Hummel, lost his wife to illness. Their manor, which sat atop a shallow hill in the outskirts of the small kingdom of Villon, had since then become a slightly more hollow shell of what it had been before. Lady Elizabeth Hummel's radiance no longer seeped through every room of the rustic mansion, filling their home with a light that was entirely her own.
She loved and was loved in return, by both her husband and their little baby boy, Kurt. However, that doesn't change the tragedy that was her untimely death.
Kurt had been barely old enough to remember her when she passed, but the years that followed had him feeling that there was a distinct hole in his home that could never quite be fixed. He found himself yearning for soft hands he could never again be held in, for that light melodious voice that would always, without fail, sing him to sleep.
Lord Hummel tried his very hardest to keep their house a home- if not for the sake of his son, for the sake of his late wife. As bright, young Kurt rediscovered his footing in this world with shaky steps, so did his father. To each other, they meant the world. For a while, it was just the two of them. It was lonelier, yes- but they were never alone.
One day, as fate should have it, Burt met another woman.
She was charming, sophisticated, and had an air of dignity. A widowed lady of status, with two young daughters around Kurt's age. She was no match for the beauty that Elizabeth had been, of course, but Burt had been skeptical about raising a child on his own. The kingdom did judge those families who were missing either maternal or paternal figure; deeming the child would grow up unbalanced. He wouldn't want to place Kurt at a disadvantage later in life.
And so, he entered his second marriage with Lady Tourneboulle, and their family of two became a family of five. Kurt is six when the home he once shared with his mother and father became one he also shared with three strangers.
For the most part, Lady Tourneboulle did not speak frequently with Kurt. When his father was courting her, she was pleasant and friendly towards him, as all prospective mothers should be. After they got married, however, things grew cold. It confused the young boy and he was hurt when his step-mother refused to meet his gaze or talk to him as she would with her two daughters.
Clementine and Beatrice were not much nicer. Although they were cultured, well educated in the arts, and both blessed with good looks, neither had a very good attitude. They had always kept to themselves, even from the beginning, and largely avoided Kurt. Kurt found that, while the house was full, he always felt very alone. When his father was not at home, he found himself spending his time reading books in their little library or talking to the cook, Agatha, in the kitchen. Agatha was a lovely lady who had been treated well by Elizabeth and Burt, and so she was always willing to talk to the lonely little boy. She pitied how the child had lost his mother, and how he always looked so unhappy when he was on his own. She'd always slip him a little treat whenever he was looking particularly down, but even that would only cheer him up so much.
Tourneboulle, however, was smart with her neglect. Whenever Lord Hummel was around, she would fuss over Kurt and Burt would smile gratefully at her, thankful that he'd found someone who cared about his little boy as much as he did. When his father wasn't around, she'd revert to her negligent ways. At Kurt's young age, he would only grow more confused about her schizophrenic antics and simply couldn't understand why she changed so often. To him, it was completely arbitrary behavior.
What also saddened Kurt was that, with the renewed presence of a mother figure, Burt was able to invest more time in his business and was hence forced to spend more time away from the house. It made the time he did spend at home much more special, but Kurt would always express how much he'd missed him when he got home and ask him to stay for longer. He'd love to, he really would, but his family has grown larger now and the noble house of Hummel needed to maintain its financial status. Although Burt Hummel became an increasingly busier man, he was still determined to be the best father he could be and watch his son grow into the wonderful young man he knew he'd be.
Unfortunately, fate was not merciful.
It would be a year later when Burt Hummel would fall ill, precisely on his son's seventh birthday. It was a relatively small celebration as Kurt didn't have very many friends at school, but it was still lavish. It's not every day that his little man turns seven, after all. There was food, wine, gifts and plenty of good spirit all around. He was watching his son eagerly blow out the candles on his cake, a big grin on his face, when he first began to feel a little nauseous. When Kurt's smiling face met his father's, his grin quickly went away as he saw his father was not feeling well. He was too warm and he had turned very, very pale.
"We've got to get you to bed, Papa," young Kurt said, sagely, as he abandoned his already-forgotten birthday cake and took his father's hand, about to lead him to his bedroom. It had been quite a few years since their mother had passed, and while Burt was learning to take care of his son, his son was also learning to take care of his father. While young, the bright boy learnt quickly and was of much help.
"Now's not the time to be playing hospital, Kurt," Lady Tourneboulle said briskly, pulling his hand away from Burt's. "I'll take care of this."
This had been the first time in years that his Papa hadn't had Kurt's help when he was ill.
They called the doctors in shortly, and it turned out to be much graver than they had expected. Kurt sat vigil over his father whenever Tourneboulle was not there to whisk him away, willing him with all his might to get better.
"You can't leave now, Papa," Kurt would whisper when they were alone. "We've just lost Mama; and then where would I be without you?"
A week from then, Burt can sense his condition had gotten much, much worse. He calls for his son, who had been praying so hard that every night, he'd pray until he'd fall asleep. Little Kurt immediately holds his father's hand when he comes in, and Lord Hummel's heart breaks a little more when he sees his son's eyes are swollen and red from crying.
His father passes away that day, Kurt's hands around his, in his sleep.
"Take care of the family, son."
His last wish, after all his assurances of love and strength, was an unreasonably large request to make to a child as young as Kurt. Nonetheless, it was still was his last dying request, and Kurt was old enough to know how much weight that carried.
Kurt cried and cried, holding onto his father's hands as if his life depended on it, but no amount of tears will give his father the strength to squeeze his hand back ever again. The boy's world had just left this earth, and even in his youth, he is painfully aware that he is never going to be his world again. He's never going to get to see Kurt grow into a man. He won't be there at his wedding. Kurt is all too familiar with death and it has taken from him everything he's ever loved.
At the tender age of seven, Kurt Hummel became completely alone in this world.