A/N Hey there! So I know I need to be updating my other stories, but I have horrible writers block, and this is demanding to be written. Literally, as cliché as it sounds, I had a dream about it and it won't go away. Just remember, I'm a virgin to all of this. Warnings will go up as they come, but I know some of what is going to happen and I'm starting to hate myself for hurting my Kurtie so much. This is an AU going from Grilled Cheesus where Burt is still in a coma three months later and Social Services steps in and hands Kurt off to his closest living relative. I'm sorry if this isn't accurate, I don't know much about the legality of all this. Enjoy, and if you like it, I'll update!

If there was one thing Kurt hated above all else, it was goodbyes. Even now, when his father had been in a coma for three months, he refused to believe that he wouldn't wake up. But it wasn't just his father they were making him say goodbye to, it was everyone he cared about.

No one could call Kurt oblivious to all of the cruelty the world had to offer, but even he couldn't help but feel the weight of how unfair this whole situation was.

But he would never admit that to anyone. He would never admit that he had to stop almost every thirty minutes on the way to Westerville because the tears were clouding his vision. He would never admit that five miles out of Lima he had finally broke down, pulling off the side of the rode and letting the sobs overtake him. He took out his phone, seeking comfort in the only way he had been able to get it these past three months, from his friends.

From: Mercedes Jones

Baby, this isn't goodbye, and you know that. I love you, and I promise that I will ALWAYS be here if you need someone. I'll see you soon, you and your Daddy :)

From: Brittney S. Peirce

I miss you dolphin :( I hope you come back soon. Don't be sad, Mr. Cuddles is with you, and he doesn't like it when you're sad. Make him give you a hug from me, ok?

From: Artie Abrams

Hang in there dude, it will all turn out ok in the end. I'm always here if you need me, you got the number.

From: Tina Cohen-Chang

I love you boo, I wish you were here, but I know you'll be back soon. You're so strong, but if you ever need to talk, you know I'm here. Miss you already.

From: Rachel Berry

Kurt, I know we weren't always the best of friends, but I really do consider you my best friend now. I'm sorry this happened, God I don't even know what to say. Just know I'm here, ok? I love you, we love you, don't forget it.

From: Noah PUCKerman

So I'm not much for dramatic goodbyes, but know that if you ever need to have someone's ass kicked, I'm your man. Love you, and all that.

From: Sam Evans

Kurt, thank you so much for helping me when I needed it. I can never repay you. But now you're the one that needs a little help, and I want to let you know that I'm here. Be careful Kurt, and stay strong.

From: Finn Hudson

Dude, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I'm not there right now, I'm sorry I can't do anything about this. But your still my little brother, and I still intend to keep my promise. Hang in there bro, I know he's going to wake up. He has too. Love you.

From: Carole Hudson

Baby, I just don't know what to say to make this better. Just know that we love you and if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here and so is Finn. Maybe they'll be nice, but I know that's not the point. I'm sorry I didn't win this fight Kurt, but it's not the end. When your father wakes up, we'll finally be a family. I promise.

From: Will Shuester

Hang in there buddy. It will get better, promise. My house is still open if you ever need it.

From: Sue Sylvester

Porcelain, I don't usually take a interest in the welfare of students. Actually I usually cause the problems involving their welfare. But no one deserves any of what life's given you lately, especially not this. I'm a very powerful woman, if you ever need anything, just say the word. And if you need to…you know, talk, I'm here too.

From: Blaine Anderson

Courage baby, I know you can do this. You've been through so much, but WE'RE going to get through this. A little closer to yours truly at least? I love you, with all my heart my teenage dream. Don't forget it.

They had all been texting him all morning, and their texts gave him the courage to keep moving forward. Otherwise he would have turned around, no matter what Social Services said, and back into their arms, unable to steady himself without them.

He was glad he had stopped pushing them away after the first week. He hadn't wanted to, but the pain had just become too much for him to bear alone. At first, the cracks in his armor were so small, people could still hardly reach him. But by the second week he had broken down in front of the whole Glee Club only to be instantly engulfed by a massive group hug that no one was left out of, not even Mr. Shue. He had grown to rely on them just to get through the days as he waited for his father to wake up so he could beg for his forgiveness. They had truly become his support, his family, and now in an effort to keep him with a family, Social Services decided to take that away from him.

Apparently, if a child's parent is unable to care for him, no matter how many people open their homes and arms to him, he has to be shipped off to his nearest relatives that he doesn't even know. Sure, Uncle Jack was his father's half brother, but he had only seen him once when he was a toddler. He didn't know who they were, what they were like, and he was scared. He tried to remember that none of that mattered because soon, his father would wake up and he would go home, but it was so, so hard when he was traveling sixty miles per hour away from everyone he had ever known and loved.

He arrived at his Uncle Jack and Aunt Donnas' house around three in the afternoon, and he opened the door to see two boys sitting with who had to be his Aunt and Uncle. They barely turned around as his Uncle waved him toward the back room before turning back to whatever TV show they were watching.

He knew the indifference shouldn't bother him, but all the same, he felt tears coming to his eyes. He sighed, trying to make himself hold them back and walked toward his new room. His suitcase was thrown roughly on the bed as he started to unpack, trying not to let the loneliness overcome him. After he put up a couple of pictures and got out his notebook full of sheet music, he realized he had to use the bathroom. Kurt sighed, not really wanting to face his family again. But he pushed himself off the bed and forced himself to walk shyly into the living room.

"Um excuse me, but can I use your bathroom?" He asked quietly, his voice a little higher than normal from his nerves. His Uncle looked at him and he was shocked to see the expression on his face. He looked angry, spiteful. His jaw was set and he had a hatred in his eyes that was familiar to him.

"Second door on the left." He said roughly, going back to what he was doing. Kurt nodded, not trusting his voice as he rushed to the bathroom. When he got there, he locked it. Suddenly, he felt more than lonely. He felt unsafe, scared. He tried to brush it off, say it was nothing, but that look in his eyes was all too familiar.

Kurt would have happily stayed there all day, but he knew he couldn't. Even so, he checked the hallway before making a nervous dash back to his new room. He breathed a sigh of relief once he closed the door.

Safe, I'm safe. He told himself, going back to his suit case. He took out an old shirt of Finn's and held it close to his body. It smelled like home, which had been with his almost-step brother and mother for the past three months. He breathed slowly, trying to calm his erratic heart.

He had just began to calm himself down when he was launched backward into a dresser, the metal of the handles digging into his back. His head snapped up, and he began to cry out in indignation when those hateful eyes made the words get stuck in his throat. He wanted to concentrate on something else, but the only thing he could see were those ugly green eyes. That is, until he smiled. Kurt shook with fear, unable to see anything else but that sinister smile.

"Well, I see my little brother raised up a fag huh? No matter, you won't be by the time I'm through with you." And with that, he knew he had entered his own special hell.

He didn't know the half of it yet.