A/N: My first glee fanfic! It turned out a lot differently than I expected, but hopefully it's okay. Future chapters won't be quite as sad.

Warning: character death

*Disclaimer* I do not own Glee, if i did there would be no such thing as a hiatus.

Kurt stood alone inside the graveyard, staring at the cross that hung outside the nearby church.

"Kurt, babe." Kurt felt a hand touch his shoulder gently, he turned to see Blaine looking at him concerned "Everyone's already headed back to the house."

"Is Becca with my parents?"

"Rachel's dads I think. She's fine."

"She doesn't understand this, does she?"

"I… no." Blaine breathed "I don't think she does."

"I don't even understand this, how can we expect their four year old daughter to understand this when I can't even accept the fact that I'm never going to see either of them again?"

Blaine put his arm around Kurt "I don't think we can expect her to understand it," he admitted "I think we can only do our best, make sure she knows she still has us to love her."

"Do you believe in God?" Kurt asked suddenly, his eyes returning to the cross. He and Blaine had been together almost ten years and they'd never discussed it in much detail, it just never seemed to come up.

Blaine sighed, considering "I guess," He admitted "But I don't think I believe in the God everyone else does, if that makes sense."

"Not really." Kurt said, tears were streaming down his face.

"I just don't know what's out there, but I do think that there is something larger than life at play I guess." He finished "Do you?"

"No," Kurt shook his head "I never have. I just think about my mom a lot when I'm here." He looked around at the tombstones "She used to take me to that church every Sunday when I was little, just the two of us because my dad would be at work. When the cancer started to take over her and I was crying at the hospital she just took my hand and told me she'd be looking out for me in Heaven." Kurt's eyes didn't leave the small church "For a while I believed her, until bullies started to torture me at school and the world seemed to be telling me there was something wrong with me. I knew she couldn't be in heaven, she couldn't be looking out for me, that there was no God. But I don't think I've believed in him any less than I do now."

"Kurt…"

"After my dad had his heart attack I questioned it even more. When Finn and I shared a room before my dad got that new house we would stay up talking about it. He believed in God, so did Rachel. So if he did exist why would he do this to them? To my parents. To Rachel's. To Becca." His voice cracked at the thought of the little girl. He knew what it was like to be young and feel like your whole world was falling apart from underneath you.

"I don't know," Blaine admitted. Kurt suddenly turned away from the cross.

"Let's go." He sighed as Blaine held out his hand for him to take.

It had been close to midnight when Kurt and Blaine had gotten the call. They'd been watching Becca while Rachel and Finn had gone out to dinner. They'd been questioning why Finn and Rachel weren't back yet when the police called, Kurt's mind spaced after he heard "Car accident" and "fatal" in the same sentence.

"So you're officially Becca's legal guardian?" Mercedes said sitting down next to Kurt with a small plate of food.

"Huh?" Kurt jumped back to reality, he wasn't at his apartment in New York anymore he reminded himself. He was back in Lima Ohio. Being in his old house was strange, especially all these strangers crying and laughing over old stories of his step-brother and his wife. How could they even have "old stories" to laugh and cry about? They weren't even thirty yet.

"Becca." Mercedes said gently "Rachel and Finn left her to you and Blaine?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded "that's what the lawyer said anyways."

"Rachel would have a will," Mercedes chuckled sadly. Kurt held back a smile as he thought of Rachel in high school "Do you ever dream of your own funeral?" Well here he was. He wondered if the funeral and memorial service would have been up to Rachel's expectations. He doubted it.

"Hey," Blaine found a spot on the other side of Kurt with a large plate of food, he looked at Kurt "You have to eat something." He held the plate up to Kurt.

"I told you I'm not hungry." Kurt crossed his arms.

"You just don't like to eat when you're upset. But this will help you, you haven't eaten all day. Don't give me that 'I'm not hungry' crap"

"Fine." Kurt agreed taking a cracker and cheese of the plate and biting into it slowly. He didn't like to eat when anything was bothering him. Or talk. He was the opposite of Finn who in this situation would have been stuffing his face and rambling to anyone who would listen.

"Uncle Kurt," A small fiery ball of long brunette hair with a black dress tackled him and placed herself on his lap, putting her face in his chest.

"Hey baby," Kurt murmured rubbing her back soothingly.

"Can we go home now Uncle Blaine?" She asked now looking at Blaine "I want to go back home to New York."

"Don't you want to see grandma and grandpa Hummel? And Grampy and Gramps?" Kurt asked. Becca shook her head.

"Mommy and daddy aren't here." She shrugged sadly "So I just want to go home."

Kurt and Blaine exchanged glances, not sure exactly what to say, Kurt held onto her tighter "Just a little longer I promise, we're leaving soon." He set her back down on the ground "Now you know grandma could really use a hug right now I bet, why don't you go find her?"

"Okay," Becca sniffed as she looked around the living room for Carole.

"She's lucky she has you two to help her through this. You guys are great with her." Tina said making her way to where Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes were sitting. They were soon joined by the rest of New Directions.

"When are you guys leaving?" Quinn asked.

"Our flight leaves at six tonight, and it takes about an hour to get to the airport so we're probably out of here in half an hour or so." Blaine said looking at his watch.

"You guys all ready?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow.

"All our stuff and Becca's is already in the car. None of us brought much. Everything's still in New York."

"Why did they have the funeral here anyways?" Puck said "I mean it'd probably be easier for everyone if it was in New York."

"Noah," Quinn hissed.

"They're both from here. They're family's are both here." Sam pointed out.

"They asked for it to be here." Kurt said not looking at any of them, he had Finn's and (mostly) Rachel's last wishes memorized from their will.

"I hugged grandma," Becca said as she came running back, clutching to Blaine now "Can we go home now?"

Blaine shrugged looking at Kurt.

"Let's go say goodbye to everyone." Kurt consented picking her up, anxious himself to get home.

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