In My Place

So, I've been thinking of a new idea for a Klaine fic for quite a while now, I never know if what I'm writing has previously been written but I'm just working on my own idea's. Here are some things you should know: the story is named after the song by Coldplay, it will fit in at the end; Burt is single, Carole and Finn aren't anything to do with the Hummel family. That's basically it, please read on, I hope you enjoy it, I might be able to do more than one chapter tonight because I have been writing the plot and chapters for a while and I'm not in school at the minute. Here goes! :D

This was the first time Rachel had seen Kurt asleep since Wednesday afternoon, she'd seen him trying to sleep but it was clear he was just crying or visiting the bathroom to throw up. Wednesday was Burt's funeral, Kurt had been a mess. It had gotten so bad that Kurt had cut his wrist once to take the pain away.

"Hey Kurt, come on, wake up, thought you said you needed to go to visit someone today?"

Kurt turned his head, the pillow beneath him was so comforting, it soothed his dizzy head which was hurting from lack of sleep. He felt his face still wet from his uncontrollable tears the night before. Kurt opened his eyes, which feared the light; he looked at Rachel in confusion.

"An Auntie or something, right?"

Kurt nodded as he understood what she was ranting on about.

Rachel got ready for another school day and Glee club, Kurt however wasn't going to school, anyone who came across him clearly saw that he was in no fit state to go back to school yet but he did get ready for a day of being trusted to drive for the first time since his dad died.

Kurt sat in his car with blood shot eyes and stared into the Lima Bean window searching for a familiar face. He felt tears creeping to his eyes again but he'd become that used to them, he let them fall. He sat for what seemed like a whole day but realistically, after five minutes, he felt the tears falling to his trembling hands. As he scrubbed at his hand, much more than what was needed; Kurt started to think back to when his life was normal-ish. He'd been doing this a lot lately.

"Kurt, smile for the camera!"

Kurt smiled as he pedalled his bike for the first time around the park. His Mum and his Aunt Clara taking pictures and videoing whilst his Dad was following him around in case he fell off. Kurt could see his Dad was panicking that the camera was a distraction but Kurt was proud of himself and he wanted to smile for the camera whilst he was riding.

Kurt felt his shoe lace start fumbling with the pedal, he reached down to-

He had fallen off, tears were forming in his eyes but he tried to stand back up, before he knew it, his Dad was right at the side of him cleaning the graze on his arm.

Kurt stopped the tears as he realised it wasn't actually that bad, he was more concerned at the fact his lace was now torn in half, he'd liked them laces, the colour was different, but a good different, like himself. Kurt knew he was different just by the way he acted, the things he liked which other boys didn't and the way his Mum told him he was extra special. Kurt loved them because they related to him and now they were torn apart.

His life was torn apart. All these memories always ended up with him remembering a bad thing about that day. A bad thing was also forming on his hand, the entire time, he'd been wiping the tear from his hand that was clearly gone, he'd scrubbed so hard, a red mark appeared. He jumped at a knock on his car window. Aunt Clara.

Clara warmed Kurt's as he wrapped his hands around his coffee cup. She extended her arms across the table and touched his cheek softly.

"Kurt, I know it's taken me a long time to come and see you, I've been sorting myself out, I know that's selfish of me but as soon as I saw you at the funeral, I needed to come and see you, I don't know if they have contacted you or not but social services have rang me too. That is NOT the reason I am here, I'd be here anyway for you, it just took me a few days to get sorted but here I am, how are you bearing up sweetie?"

Normally Kurt would say something along the lines of, "It's not selfish, you need your time and I've had mine, I understand, I just need somebody to be here for me or just somebody," but he didn't. He couldn't even look into his Aunts eyes; he stared away and then opened his mouth to respond.

"I'm okay." His expression didn't even change; he just pushed his cup aside. That's when Clara's expression changed.

"K-Kurt, your arm, baby, what happened?" She looked in horror as the bandage peaked through his long sleeved shirt.

"Nothing."

Clara searched her handbag for something, whatever that something was, it was something that caught Kurt's eye. He carefully watched her dig through her bag.

"Listen, Kurt, this card has all my newest contact details on, I only live thirty minutes from here now," Kurt took the card and inspected it, "If you flip it over, there are more details, details of a psychiatrist I know, I'm not saying you need it and I'm not saying you need to go, I'm only giving you somebody to talk to, he's good at that, I think he may be able to help you Kurt."

Kurt flipped the card over and starred at the contact details. Clara reached over and pointed to the name on the card.

"John Anderson, his name... you should go see him Kurt."

So this was just the first chapter, things will start coming together and making more sense, also, the chapters will get longer, please read on and review maybe?