So, I really need to know if I should continue this. If there is no response, then I'll just let it be. M for later chapters if continued.
Characters belong to RM.
Song belongs to Kelly Clarkson.
There was such a great response to One Request that I'll try adding a second chapter in the future.
Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
Sitting on the couch confused about what had happen hours earlier in his newly decorated shared room, Finn sat on the couch with the TV turned off for a change, attempting to think of a yeah from keeping Burt from kicking him out of the house when Kurt hurried past the living room with a suitcase in each hand.
"Are you going somewhere?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
Kurt didn't turn to face him; instead he paused momentarily to respond. "I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?" Finn pressed.
"Does it really matter where a fag like me goes?" He voice insinuated a cold sneer, and Finn was taken aback at the stinging words that he couldn't form any of his own. "I'm leaving," he repeated before continuing towards the front door.
'Grab him! If he leaves, and Burt finds out you let him, you'll be out on your ass for sure.' Finn's mind screamed, but his feet refused to move. Car lights flashed in window; with that, Kurt was gone, and Finn was left more puzzled than ever.
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
The boy still planted on the couch bit into his bottom lip, counting on his lucky stars that the person opening the front door was somehow going to be Kurt even though he left just an hour before. Unfortunately, a woman's giggle traveled into the silent room before Carole walked into the room and noticed her son sitting helplessly.
"Finnegan, Burt told me all about your little tantrum, and I want you to go downstairs and apologies this instant."
"He left."
"Where did he go?" Burt stepped in, obviously feeling concerned about his son.
"He wouldn't tell me."
Carole shooed Finn to his room while Burt tried calling Kurt. Every call failed to make it past his voicemail, and Carole soothed her boyfriend quietly.
Once he clomped down the stairs, Finn realized that wherever Kurt was, he didn't plan on coming home anytime soon. The fabric hiding the noir basement walls was thrown across the floor, and the ottomans were all out of line. Kurt's laptop that never left his desk was absent, and Finn ran to the closet, throwing open the door only to reveal a few pairs of shoes and a vest.
Finn folded the material and realigned the furniture to its original positioning. Sitting on his bed, Finn began to process just how real the situation was. Kurt was eighteen and legally allowed to leave.
"What happened down here?" Burt's voice held fury, and Finn jolted up to his feet.
"It isn't what it looks like! I came down here, and the room was a mess. All his stuff is gone…" his voice trailed off as he felt himself shrink in size.
Burt yelled for a good twenty minutes about how he had chased his son away with cruel glared. Suddenly, the tall boy didn't feel so tall, and he shied away.
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong
Kurt sobbed as he drove off into the dark night wondering how he was ever going to pull through, but he was strong. The car felt empty. The arms Kurt had always wished were around him were missing. Summer had been going so well and so right until the basement rearrangement, and now Kurt was going to hide from what he had done.
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Kurt walked mindlessly into McDonald's and ordered a coffee to sip at while flipping through web pages on his laptop. An email from none other but Finn Hudson arrived in his inbox. A breathe caught in his throat.
He had half a mind to ignore it, but he scanned through it quickly instead. Kurt, you really need to come home. Mom is worried about you, and Burt is furious…with me because he thinks I made you ran away.
-Finn
Kurt slammed his laptop closed. Of course Finn would only email him because his father was giving him a rough time. When was Kurt going to realize that the world revolved around Finn Hudson?
Chugging the rest of his coffee, Kurt climbed back into his car.
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Kurt, come home. It's been a week. We're all worried about you. At least call your father to let him know you're okay.
-Finn
Kurt, talented at he was, had applied for a paid internship at a small designer school where he would put together different outfits for the classes to use while learning from the professors he worked for a few weeks back. He had been gladly accepted, and even though the pay sucked, he was able to afford a small studio apartment.
Kurt, where are you?
-Finn
Mercedes called him several times a day, leaving voicemails pleading him to call her back. Finally he did.
"Where are you, boo?" She asked softly, cooing through the phone. "Finn told me you left, and I miss you so much. I didn't even get to see you off."
"Don't tell anyone, but I'm in New York." He explained to her his new life in the city.
"Can I come see you sometime?"
Kurt was silent for only a moment before knowing what he had to do. "No, Mercedes. I need to be away from everything I left behind in Lima." His heart clenched when he heard her breathing hitch.
"You don't want to be my friend anymore?"
"Of course I want to be your friend," he whispered in the verge of tears himself. "I'll call you sometime." He hung up not waiting for a goodbye because he knew it would be too painful to hear her choke out the closing line.
Two months past, and Kurt was doing well on his own despite the lack of luxury he was accustomed to, but he didn't realize he was going numb. Floating through life, he'd lost a part himself somewhere.
I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on
Finn checked his email everyday only to see an empty inbox besides for junk mail. He began to compose his next message with the subject 'Please.'
Kurt, you don't have to respond, but I really hope you are reading this. It's not the same here without you. If you come home, I promise
that I'll do everything to make you forgive me.
-Finn
The message sent, and Finn crossed his fingers hoping that somewhere, Kurt was reading what he had to say. But a response was never sent back to him.
'You made him run away! Everyone blames you; you even blame yourself.' Things weren't okay anymore. Burt and Carole held off their wedding they so wished to have, and they had searched for news of Kurt with no results.
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Finn sat on Kurt's old bed clutching at a sheet. He'd left the room's decorations untouched, and he often hid within the Moroccan décor.
Finally, his fingers absentmindedly punched in Kurt's cell phone number. What he didn't expect was for someone to answer.
Kurt had been waiting for the call from his professor, and when he phone rang, he answered quickly. "Hello?"
Finn froze; the voice he had missed for months was answering to him. "Kurt," he spoke softly.
"Don't call here-
"Wait, don't hang up!"
"Why shouldn't I? Are you going to tell me that you've miraculously changed your homophobic ways, and I should come home?"
"Yes."
Finn clutched the phone, silently begging the other to remain on the phone. "Goodbye, Finn."
With that, Finn lost connection with the other boy; by Kurt's response, Finn knew that his emails weren't being read.
States away, Kurt sat in his small apartment staring at his phone wondering if he made the right choice leaving Lima, Ohio and everyone who resided there. He cried softly feeling himself being pulled under. Drowning in the emptiness that had become of his life, he wept.
Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...
Anymore...
Just hearing his voice cause Kurt to reel back into the real memories he had to Finn, and it hurt like being dunked into a tank of glacial water. There was no longer an apartment around him; he was back in his old room, and in front of him stood Finn screaming in rage. Knowing that he had pushed Finn too far, Kurt also blamed himself for the things that happened between him and the one he loved for so many years. But he held his ground and refused to cry again.
Finn tried to shake himself away from the rut he was in; college was nearing, and he would be going to Julliard to become a music teacher. Music had always been his crutch. It could describe emotions better than words, and it could reveal rawness within any closed off person.
The glee club reunited once more before they all went their separate ways. Before Finn left, he pulled Mercedes aside.
"I know you know where he is."
Mercedes glanced around ashamed before she answered. "He's in New York."
Kurt, I'm heading to college, and I wonder if you doing the same. Won't you at least tell me what you have been up to? Burt wanted me to make I told you that he loves you and that he misses you. I know Mom feels the same. I hope to see you sometime in the future.
-Finn
Finn made sure he didn't mention where he would be going to college in case Kurt happened to read the email and take off again.
Even if Kurt had read the email, he would never had assumed how early in the future he was about to see Finn.
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
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