This is my first Glee one shot so please be kind! I loved last nights episode so much! One of my favorites :)

Will dropped Kurt off his house. He idnd't like the idea of having Kurt be by himself at a time like this.

"Do you want me to come in?" He asked and Kurt quickly shook his head.

"No...I want to be alone right now," he whispered. Will nodded uncertianly.

"Call me, if you need any help," he said softly. It pained him to have a kid have to go through something like this. Kurt sighed and nodded. He stared at the empty house in front of him. Slowly he walked in it, afraid that it would swallow him up whole.

He walked into the kitchen and closed his eyes as he saw the table was ready for their friday night dinners.

"I'm dissapointed in you, Kurt," his father's voice rang in his ears.

He wiped a tear away.

"I'm sorry dad," he whispered softly and walked to the freezer to see what was for dinner. There was a mac and cheese cassarole stored in there. Slowly he took it out, turned on the oven and then after a few minutes put it in. He stared at it before slowly walking away and headed towards upstairs to his father's bedroom. He hadn't really been up there since his mother's death.

The room seemed so big, so empty. He felt so small and alone. He saw a jacket of his father's hanging on a chair and picked up up. Quietly he pressed it against his face and breathed into it deeply. Almost in a zombie like state he laid down on his fahter's bed and closed his eyes and kept the jacket pressed to his face. Finally exhuastion won.

He woke to the timer going off 4 hours later. Groggily, and still zombie like, he headed down the stairs and took out the cassarole. Slowly he cut it and placed it on a plate and carried it to the table. He stared at the empty seats that had surrounded him and closed his eyes. He let a tear fall down his cheek as he took a bite.

"Should be more important than anything else"

He had let his father down and he'd have to live forever in that guilt. He didn't really taste the food when he ate it. He felt like he had to do it, though. It was something his father wanted to do as a family and he had let him down. Quietly he stood up and then wrapped up the rest of the food before putting it away. For a few minutes he just stood there, letting the silence taunt him.

Finally he walked back up the stiars and grabbed the jacket again before laying back down. He didn't want to forget what his father smelled like.

"Please," he whispered with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please don't leave me dad. Please...I still need you. And I'm sorry, so sorry...for everything."

With that he finally fell into exhausted sleep.

He didn't dream.