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It's seven AM when Burt finds the note. Tears fall down his cheeks and he sits down on Kurt's pristine un-slept in bed, his hands shaking.
An hour later, he calms himself, takes a breath and stands up, because he's being silly, he thinks. It's not the end of the world.
He has a phone call to make.
It's five PM when he tells Carole, and she laughs through her tears when he shows her the note, because it's just so Kurt that she can't not.
It's six when he gets a knock on the door. Blaine, with tears in his eyes and his hand clutched tightly around his cell, demands to talk to his love.
"He's not here." Burt tells the boy sharply. "No thanks to you."
'To Dad, Carole and Finn – the Hudmels.
No, this is not a suicide note – I love life too much to ever do that, and think of the designer outfits I'd miss out on if I did! I mean, it'd be just my luck that I'd off myself in my most amazing outfit, on the day that McQueen releases the jacket of my dreams. Oh, and I love you guys too much, too. Obviously.
So here's the story – sorry, Finn, but it looks like Rachel and Blaine have been fooling around behind our backs.'
There's a picture – grainy because it's from a cell phone, and at a weird angle which indicates well-practised sneakiness, of the aforementioned pair lip-locked.
When Finn sees it, his feelings shoot well past betrayed and he briefly considers murder (before Carole reminds him that it's illegal) because that red dress Rachel is wearing? She wore that to their double date. With Kurt and Blaine.
Which means, Finn fumes as he does the math, that Kurt has been keeping himself together for almost four weeks, knowing he'd been betrayed and suddenly the way the date broke up early and the countertenor being inconsolable the whole night makes perfect sense.
'It's not cool, and totally immature, but hey, at least they're happy, right? Isn't that what we want for our loved ones?
So, I'm headed to New York a little early. A contact said there's the perfect job opening right now and I'm going to take it. I've sold all my designer gear (as much as it was like having my nails ripped out one by one; and believe me, it was) and everything else I own unless you guys can get some use out of it and I'm hitchhiking. Say bye to Mercedes for me and tell her I'll see her in the big time.
…Alright, so I've seen RENT and the countless other movies about artists struggling in New York, but if it gets too hard, I promise, I'll come home. I think I have the guts to get through though – Nobody pushes the Hummel's around, right? That includes you and your mom now, Finn. Live up to it.
Wish me luck!
Kurt x'
Burt smiles fondly at the note, and smirks when Blaine pales considerably as he's 'invited' – read; pushed - inside.
'PS. You'll probably get a visit from Blaine, if he's brave enough. I sent him the picture and told him we're through. Just tell him 'courage' and show him the shotgun – that'll please him.'
Burt does exactly that, and even Carole laughs when the boy bolts.
'PPS. I love you.'
Just to be clear, I don't think a break up would send Kurt running to the hills, but a break up at the same time as a job oppurtinity in the city of his dreams - yeah, I thought so too.
Also, I ship Klaine hard - I actually wrote this just after I saw BIOTA for the first time. I was so annoyed, that this fell out of my pen and onto the paper. But yeah, I'm usually a real hard Klainer.
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