Hi Everyone!

So this is my newest story. The idea came a few days after my accident and once I felt better, I started working on it. I already have the first few chapters written and the whole plot worked out. I hope you will like it.

Summary: After losing his family in a tragic accident, Kurt moves back home to his father and starts working as a child protection worker. He quickly becomes one of the best because he really cares about those families and tries to help them instead of judging the parents. He is fine with his new, boring life, or at least that's what he lets others think about him. Everything goes fine until one day Blaine Anderson, a man who never takes responsibility for his actions, finds a baby girl on his doorstep with a note telling him that the baby is his. It's Kurt's job to teach Blaine how to become a good father of his child, but it's not that easy when Blaine doesn't want to cooperate at all and on the top of that, the two of them develop feelings for each other. Can anything good turn out of this?

Warning: mentions of character deaths and suicide attempt.

One moment can change your whole life.

"Papa, please..."

"My answer is no, Aiden."

You hear about them in the news every single day but you don't take them seriously. You are not that kind of person, right? Things like that never happen to you.

"Dad?"

"I agree with your father."

"I hate you both!"

"Listen, young man..."

"Kurt, watch out!"

And then, in that moment, you realise that you're no exception either. It's not necessarily your fault, maybe you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it happens so fast. Just a brief flash of light, a scream that could be yours or somebody else's and then everything goes silent.

"Oliver? Aiden?"

You don't feel the pain at first. You see the blood and the terrifyingly still bodies beside you and you know that something is very wrong.

"Help! Somebody help us!"

But deep inside, you know that it's too late. A single sob leaves your lips and you finally feel it. The unbearable pain spreading through your whole body, you feel it in all your bones but the worst is the burning pain inside of your chest.

"Sir! Can you hear me?"

The injuries will heal eventually but that pain in your chest... It will remain till the end of your life. Maybe it will lessen with time but it will always be there, reminding you at that terrible night and what you lost in that careless moment.

~ o ~

Kurt held the photo tightly in his shaky hands, memories of that horrible night flashing through his mind. It had been over three months and he still couldn't think about anything but the accident. He played the last few seconds in his mind over and over again, trying to find out what he should have done differently, what he had done wrong. His father had reminded him several times that there had been nothing he could have done. The driver of the van had been drunk and hadn't paid attention at all, he hadn't seen their car and had burst into it with full speed. They had had no chance and Kurt was lucky that he was still alive. It didn't make him feel any better, though.

"Are you ready, kiddo?" Burt asked as he grabbed a box full of Kurt's belongings and walked into the room.

"Yeah" Kurt said quietly. "Can we stop at the cemetery? I have to... say goodbye."

"Of course" Burt nodded sadly. He knew that his son was going through the darkest time of his life and he wanted to do everything to make him feel a little better.

With one last glance at the room that used to be his and his husband's bedroom, Kurt stepped out, shutting the door behind him. It was time to move on and get his shattered life back together, although he wasn't sure it was possible.

The drive to the cemetery was like torture for Kurt. Since the accident, he was afraid of being outside, knowing very well that it could happen again in any second. Every time a car got too close to theirs, he pressed his eyes closed and tried to focus on breathing and nothing else. He knew he had to get over it, he visited a therapist twice a week but it was to no use. Last time he had been in the driver's seat, his family had died. How could somebody get over something horrible like this?

"We're here" Burt said as he stopped the car.

"I will be back in ten minutes" Kurt said and got out, taking a deep breath.

It was the first time he came here after the funeral. It wasn't like he hadn't wanted to see his family earlier but he just couldn't come out here. He hadn't given up hope that it had been just a joke and one day, Oliver and Aiden would come back to him.

But it was too late to believe in that. It had been three months and he couldn't wait any longer for his family to come back. They wouldn't come back because they were dead. Even if it was so hard for Kurt to accept it.

He found the headstone way too fast. He wasn't ready and when he saw the names written on the grey stone, he almost fainted. Here they were, buried under the grass, his husband and his son. The two most important people of his life. Kurt walked closer but after a few steps, his feet couldn't support his weight any longer and he fell to his knees, sobbing.

"No" he whispered, shaking his head. "No."

He had no idea how long he had been there, sobbing over the grave of his family. After a while, his tears stopped and he was able to breath again but the pain in his chest that followed him everywhere remained. The pain he had felt since that moment in the car when he had realised that his loved ones had been dead.

"I'm so sorry" he said quietly. "I should have come earlier. You must be so lonely here..."

He took another deep breath, fighting back his tears.

"God, I miss you so much" Kurt continued. "Every second of every day, I keep thinking about you. About that day. I-I should have done something to stop this, I..."

Kurt wipped his face, shaking his head.

"I don't have much time. My dad can't stay here with me any longer and I decided to go with him. I know what you would say, Oliver, that I shouldn't give up my career here but I can't do this alone" Kurt said. "Without you, I feel so lost. I lost everything that was important for me and I don't know how to move on. Dad said that it was hard but he can't really understand me. He lost mom but I was there for him. I lost both of you."

Kurt looked at the name of his late husband, knowing that he could tell Oliver everything.

"I tried to go after you" he admitted. "I know, I know. It was stupid of me. But I was so desperate. There's this pain in my chest, since the day of the accident and sometimes I feel like I'm dying. I was so tired of it, I wanted it to go away. Luckily or not, Dad found me before I could do anything. I don't think he will let me out of his sight anytime soon."

Kurt ran his shaky fingers through his hair, wishing that he could get a response from his husband.

"So I'm leaving" he sighed. "There's nothing to keep me here anymore and I think it will be better with Dad and Carole. The house is so empty without you."

He stood up and walked to the gravestone, hugging it tightly.

"I love you. I love you both so much. I wish I could have told you before..." he took a deep breath before he could continue. "I will never forget you, I promise. I know that you will always stay with me. Here, in my heart."

He took a deep breath and stood up. His father was surely worried, he had to go back to the car.

"I will miss you" he whispered as he took a tentative step backwards. He knew that it was silly, that his husband and son were long gone and couldn't hear him anymore. But why was it so hard to leave their grave?

~ o ~

A few days later, back in Lima, Kurt was sitting in his room, alone. He held the photo in his hand again, the last one of him and his family together. It had been taken a few days before the accident. It had been Oliver's birthday and they had gone out to celebrate with a dinner. They had been so happy back then... None of them had known what was waiting for them.

"Dinner's ready, kiddo" Burt said as he walked into the room.

"I'm not hungry" Kurt said quietly.

"You have to eat, Kurt" Burt said as he sat down beside his son and hugged him.

"It's so hard, Dad" Kurt sighed. "I thought that coming here would help but..."

"Give yourself some more time" Burt said. "What happened to you is the most horrible thing that can happen to someone. Believe me, I know how hard it is. When I lost your mother, I thought I would die, too. I felt so... lost. So empty. It took me more than a year to be able to smile again but here I am. I survived and you will, too."

"What if I'm not strong enough for that?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, you're the strongest person I know. You will be able to find your way back to your life soon" Burt said. "Come with me to work tomorrow. Get out of the house. It will be good for you."

"I can't" Kurt said. "I applied for a job and they called me in for an interview."

"That's great, buddy" Burt smiled. "What kind of job?"

"Social services" Kurt answered slowly. "Child protection, to be correct."

His father did his best to hide his grimance but he failed miserably. Kurt wasn't surprised by his reaction. He knew very well what his father was thinking about.

"I can do it" he assured his father.

"Are you sure it's the best for you?" Burt asked in concern. "Can you help those families, be around children when you lost your own?"

"It will be fine, Dad" Kurt said. "Okay, it will be hard, but it's what I want to do. I want to help people, show those parents that their children are the most important people in their lives and they have to do everything to protect them."

"Because they could lose them in any second?" Burt asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You think my grief will affect my job" Kurt said.

"Of course it will" Burt said. "I don't think you should be around children right now, it won't be good for you."

"Look, Dad, I gave myself three whole months to get better and nothing helped me. This is my last chance to do something to feel a little less guilty about what happened" Kurt said.

"I still don't think it's a good idea" Burt shook his head.

"Let's see what they have for me" Kurt said in the end. "It's not even sure I will get the job. But if I will and it turns out that I'm not ready for it, I will quit. I swear."

"Okay" Burt nodded half-heartedly. His son was so stubborn, worse than him. If he wanted something, he got it and there was nobody who could stop him.