AN: I don't own Glee. I don't own anything besides the plot of this story and the situations that the characters get into when I borrow them.

AN2: This story is in progress...which I hate, but I feel like if I don't post it the I'll never continue it. So if you like it, you should drop me a line. I'm not promising it'll make me write faster, but you never know right :D

Burt ran his hand over his eyes, lifted up his cap and scratched his head. He was trying to concentrate on the inventory sheets on his desk, but he couldn't.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," he said aloud to the empty room.

Tomorrow was Monday, and Kurt was going to have to go back to McKinley. The school that knowingly allowed Karofsky to come back. Even after what he did to Kurt. Burt knew it was useless. He hadn't been able to concentrate on anything since Friday when Sue had called them into her office to tell them that the school board overturned her expulsion. Burt had been moved when she gave up her position as principal so that she could watch over Kurt, but he knew that wasn't enough.

The sound of heels clicking on the concrete floor of the shop caught his attention and he called out without looking up from the desk. "We're closed. You'll have to come back tomorrow."

He didn't see the older woman as she entered his office and stood staring at him. She looked very out of place in Burt's shop. Her hair was greying, but in a dignified way, and her clothes were meticulously put together.

She took in Burt's haggard appearance before she spoke. "Is that any way to greet your son's grandmother?" She fought against the grin that formed when Burt nearly fell out of his chair in surprise.

"Amelia?" Burt asked as he looked her over. "What are you doing here?"

"Right to the point as usual, Burt. No pleasantries or exchanging of anecdotes, just right to the heart of the matter. I've always liked that about you." She made herself comfortable in one of his office chairs before she continued. "How's Kurt doing?"

Burt scowled in response.

"That bad, huh? I haven't heard from him in a few weeks…and you know that he emails me at least every three or four days. I kind of thought that something might be wrong, so I decided to come and see for myself."

"You flew all the way out here just to check on Kurt? You could have called."

Amelia scoffed at the suggestion. "And miss my chance to see your new wife and son…I think not." She took one look at Burt's face and felt bad about making light of his new family. "Burt, you know that my Elizabeth would be happy for you, don't you? I think that she would want you to move on. It's been 10 years…don't feel guilty for finding love."

She reached across his desk and covered his hand with hers. He squeezed her hand and smiled. "It's not that, Amelia. It's just that things are hard right now. What with what happened to Kurt, and the fact that he's feeling guilty that Carol and I are waiting to go on our honeymoon until it's taken care of, I'm just a little preoccupied right now."

"So there is something the matter with Kurt? You're going to tell me what it is."

Burt could tell by the way she settled herself in the chair that she wasn't asking. He told her as much about what was going on as he knew. "I know that there's something else going on with Karofsky, but Kurt won't tell me what it is. I wish that he would trust me enough to let me in."

"Burt, you know he's always been a relatively private person. Don't beat yourself up because you didn't know what was going on. If Kurt didn't want you to know…you wouldn't know. Simple as that."

"Yeah," Burt gathered the inventory papers into one stack and put them in his desk. "I'm not going to get anything else done tonight, so I'm going to go home. Are staying the night with us?"

"If it's not too much trouble," Amelia answered as she stood up. "And I'll talk to Kurt. Maybe I can get him to open up."

Burt nodded his head in thanks and they made their way outside.

Burt threw his keys on the table by the door and hung his hat on the hook. He could smell Italian food, so that meant that Kurt was cooking. "Hey, Buddy, I'm home."

"Hi, Dad," Kurt replied from the kitchen.

"That smells amazing. What is it?"

Kurt watched as his dad walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. He smiled at him and turned back around to the oven. "It's homemade eggplant parmesan with whole wheat pasta and spinach and salad on the side," he said as he put on his oven mitts and moved the dish from the oven to the counter.

"Did you make enough for 5?"

Kurt nearly dropped the salad bowl he had picked up when he heard that voice. He spun around and screamed when he saw his grandmother standing in his kitchen. He ran over to her and threw his arms around her.

"Calm down, Kurt. You're not a baby anymore, and I'm fragile," Amelia said with a smile as she hugged Kurt back just as fiercely.

The sound of thundering footsteps made them break apart. "What's the matter, Kurt? Is it Karofsky? Did something happ…" Finn broke off mid yell when he saw that Kurt wasn't alone in the kitchen.

Kurt just looked at Finn in confusion. "Don't look at me like that, dude. You're the one who screamed."

"Finn, it wasn't an Oh-god-help-me-I'm-in-danger scream. It was a holy-crap-I-haven't-seen-my-grandmother-in-forever scream. You're so weird."

"What, so now I'm supposed to be able to tell from one scream whether or not you're in danger?! I'm not Superman you know!"

"Well, that's the truth. Superman wouldn't be caught dead in that shirt."

"Superman wears tights, dude…I don't think this shirt would be his biggest problem." Finn held his shirt away from his chest to emphasis his point.

Burt watched as his boys fought back and forth. They really were like brothers now. But eventually, the screaming match got annoying. "Alright, boys, shut up!"

Finn and Kurt stopped mid yell and just looked at Burt. Finn still had his mouth open.

"That's better. Now, Finn, I want you to meet Amelia, Kurt's grandmother. Amelia, this is Finn, Carol's son."

Amelia reached out and shook Finn's hand politely. "I've heard so many things about you, Finn. Really," she said with a sly look at Kurt who just blushed and went back to cooking.

"Finn, help Kurt set the table. Amelia, you sit here with me. As soon as Carol gets home, we'll eat."

After dinner, Amelia asked Finn if he would mind washing the dishes. "I want to spend a little one on one time with Kurt."

"Sure, Mrs. Amelia." Finn loped off to the kitchen and Amelia was left to look at Kurt.

He didn't meet her gaze, but instead kept his eyes fixed on the tabletop. "Come on, Kurt. Let's go down to your room."

Amelia waited until Kurt got up and started walking before she followed him. She watched him walk down the stairs and straight across the room to his desk. He sat down and pretended to mess with something on his computer. Amelia walked over to the bed, sat down, and waited.

She didn't have to wait long. She knew that Kurt didn't like uncomfortable silences.

"Grandma, it's not a big deal. It's just some trouble at school."

Amelia quirked an eyebrow at his answer, "If that were the case, Kurt, you wouldn't have stopped emailing me." She patted the bed beside her and waited for him to walk over and sit down. "You're avoiding me." She held up her hand to stop him from interrupting. "You know I'm right."

She turned and looked into Kurt's eyes. They looked so sad and lost that it scared her. "I need you to tell me what's wrong, Kurt. You're making me very worried about you."

Tears prickled at the back of Kurt's eyes as he looked at his grandmother. This was the woman that he told everything to. He had no secrets from her…save one. He didn't think that he could keep it from her anymore. He had to tell someone. It was eating him alive knowing what he was going back to. The hell that waited for him at school tomorrow made him want to run. Run far, far away and never look back. He didn't like that feeling.

He laid his head in her lap and curled his feet onto the bed. Tears ran down his face as he told her what happened between him and Karofsky. He told her everything: the locker shoves, the name calling, the kiss, the lingering glances…even the death threat. He could feel her hands start to shake as they corded through his hair. He looked up at her and saw that her whole body was shaking with suppressed rage.

"How DARE he?!" she yelled in frustration. "And you told the principal all of this, right?" At Kurt's downward glance she asked him again, "RIGHT?!"

"I told her most of it," Kurt admitted quietly.

"Most of it?! Most of it, but not all of it! What did you leave out…the death threat?!"

Kurt shook his head wildly and sat back up on the bed, "No, grandma. I told them about the bullying and the threats, but I'm not going to out Karofsky. That's not who I am!"

The steely resolve in Kurt's eyes told her to drop it. "Okay, but you told them everything else, and they are still going to let him come back."

"They said that there was no proof. No witnesses."

"Bull shit!"

"Grandma!" Kurt looked at her in shock.

She looked at him sideways and they both dissolved into giggles.

When they had recovered, she pulled him to her in a fierce hug. "Don't worry, Kurt. I'm going to take care of this."

Kurt just shook his head and let his eyes fall to the floor where he was drawing patterns in the carpet with his foot. "You can't. They aren't going to listen. He's coming back tomorrow."

"Then you won't be."

Kurt whipped his head up. "What? What do you mean 'I won't be'?"

Amelia squeezed Kurt's shoulder. "You're going to come and live with me. I can enroll you in school there."

Kurt's face flickered with emotion. The urge to go was overwhelming, but he couldn't leave his family behind. He had thought about running away, but he didn't want to actually do it. "Grandma…I can't."

"Yes, you can, Kurt. Think about it. It's New York. You'll love it there." She cradled his face gently in her hands. "You were made for New York." She paused for a moment to let him think. "Besides, it's not really a choice. You're terrified to go back to school, Kurt. You're going to transfer one way or another…and I want you to come and live with me."

They sat in silence while Kurt thought it over. He nodded gently, "Okay."

"Okay?"

When he nodded again, she pulled him into a hug. "Now comes the hard part…telling Burt." When she felt him groan against her neck she just laughed.

I hope that you liked it. R&R...it's like my super fuel :)