Kurt sits there on the small couch in what was suppose to be his and Finns new room but is now a place that fills Kurt with hate and anguish. He wants to scream at the unfairness of it all. Why? Why did his father have to move in with a women who's son is a homophobic Neanderthal like the rest of those idiot jocks at school?
And Kurt actually thought he changed. He actually thought that by joining glee club and by getting to know him a little better, that it would change his views but apparently not. Finn still looks at him as if he's an ugly, disgusting creature just because he likes boys instead of girls. And who said that that is so wrong? What's so wrong with loving someone despite what gender they are?
Kurt can feel the hot tears starting stream down his face. They're filled with anger and frustration as they fall and land on his shirt. He wants to scream.
So he does.
Kurt flies off the sofa and starts grabbing anything he can and flinging them at the wall. Shards of glass shatter everywhere at the force in which he throws them. He kicks over all the furniture he can, ripping the pillows apart, stuffing lies everywhere.
He's seething. He goes for the 'faggy lamp' and is about to throw it when a pair of strong arms encircle his waist and shoulders holding him close.
"Hey hey hey, come on shhhhh...calm down buddy..." Burt soothes into his ear as he feels the tension slowly roll out of his sons body.
Kurt drops the lamp and falls onto the floor where he proceeds to break down and sob. Burt is there in a flash cradling his son close to his chest rocking him back and forth like he did when Kurt found out his mother died. His sobs echo around the room, heartbreaking and sad, the sounds of a lost boy who's finally broken under the pressure of hatred and bullying.
And Burt is there. He does the only thing he can do and that is to hold him as he lets out the months, years worth of pain.
Soon the sobs turn into light hiccups and Kurt sits back and rubs his eyes, reminding Burt so much of that young boy he used to be, with his ocean blue eyes shining with tears. He looks at Burt with so much shame and embarrassment and manages a weak and croaky, "Sorry." As he looks away from him.
Burt grabs his chin and makes him look at him, "You having nothing to apologise for kid, okay? I've been waiting for this day for a while actually, but I didn't really expect that much...mess..." He says teasingly as he looks around the room.
That manages a weak smile in return as Kurt ducks his head once more. "I-I don't know...w-what came over me dad...I-I'll clean it up I swear, and I'll work extra at the garage to cover the cost..." It's said so quietly that Burt strains to hear him.
Burt just hugs him closer to his body and whispers gently, "No you won't bud, we'll clean this together and you can help me redecorate it later. Why don't I warm us up some hot milk and we can watch The Sound of Music?"
Kurt looks up at the most amazing father anyone could ever wish for and smiles. "Thank you." Meaning it more ways than one.
Fin.