A/N: Alright, this was just something I couldn't get out of my head. I'm not sure if I'll continue. I guess if you guys would like to see more I can make more appear, but I dunno. So please let me know if this interests you at all and I'll put something else out there. Thanks guys! Oh yeah, and this is set right after the scene where Finn and Kurt have the blow up in the bedroom. I can't remember which episode that is though. But I hope you like it anyways. :)
Kurt savored the touch of his dad's hand on his shoulder. Even after Finn's harsh words it made him feel protected. But when his dad let go and returned upstairs, Kurt fell apart. The words Finn had said, they were forever etched into his mind. And they hurt. Kurt still remembered the immediate pain as Finn destroyed all of Kurt's confidence with three sentences. But he was instantly forgiven. Because one thing Kurt had learned from Blaine is that you'll forgive your first love for anything. And even though Kurt loved Blaine with his innermost being, Finn would always be his first. And firsts were important. But not as important as lasts. And Blaine would be his last. Of this Kurt was very sure.
Kurt used the lotioned tissues he retrieved from the floor and used them to wipe his tears from his cheeks. He blew his nose, readjusted his sweater, and looked up into the mirror. Nothing could keep Kurt Hummel down for long. Or so they all thought.
Later that night…
"Kurt! Kurt hurry!" Finn called from upstairs. Kurt could hear the ultimate sense of urgency in his voice, so he ran. When he got upstairs he opened the door, running straight into Finn, who had tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Finn! Finn what's going on?" But instead of speaking, Finn just pulled his little brother into his arms. Kurt heard sirens. They drew closer and closer until he could see the lights reflected on the walls. The hallway to the basement (aka Kurt's room) was around a corner, so Kurt was unable to make out anything that was happening in the next room. Not that Finn's death grip allowed for anything anyways. Kurt tried once again to get something out of Finn. "Where's Carole? Where's my dad? Finn, what's going on?" but Finn just held him close. Doors that had opened now shut, and the siren's wail faded into the background. Finn let go of Kurt, but kept a hand on his shoulder. Kurt hurried to smooth his trousers before they could wrinkle. But Finn wouldn't give him the chance. He took Kurt's hand and led him to the couch, where he sat opposite his little brother.
"Kurt look at me." Kurt stared deep into his eyes. "Kurt, your dad is sick." And with those five words, Kurt's entire world came crashing down.