chapter 1:

Where do broken hearts go?

Full summary: Kurt Hummel never thought he would be a widower or a single father at the age of 27, but there he was. His husband was killed in a hate crime in New York and it left Kurt broken beyond repair. He had no choice but to move back to Lima, Ohio and back in his father's house. One day, while looking for work, he runs into a handsome curly haired man that instantly takes his breath away. Blaine Anderson offers Kurt a lease on a building that he happens to own. Blaine instructed Kurt that he could renovate the building anyway he wants. Kurt decides to make it into a fashion house and double it as a place where he could also teach music and fashion to children who want to learn. Kurt accepts immediately, and thus begins spending more time with Blaine who likes to pop up in some of his classes. One random day, months after Kurt has been working for Blaine, Blaine asks him out but is hesitant because of his friends telling him different things about him. Let's see how our boys, um, I mean men, figure it out together.

a/n: new story yay! I have writers block for my bestfriends brother and fearlessly and forever so i'm starting a new one so you guys won't get bored with me. i'm really excited about this one because I have huge plans for this story. so without further ado, I give you where do broken hearts go?

warnings: mentions of hate crimes, but not the actual crime itself. blaine isn't mentioned in this chapter, its all about kurt and how he got to lima again.

Chapter 1:

This can't be real, Kurt thought as he sat in the front row of his husband's, late husband's, funeral. A funeral he shouldn't be at with his three and a half year old twins. They shouldn't have to say goodbye to the only other male in their lives because some people can't accept their fathers' lifestyles. But here they sit, Julian's family sitting next to them, clasping Kurt's hand and JJ's hand. Kristy was holding onto Kurt for dear life crying, but not fully grasping that she will never see her father again.

Kurt felt sick. The memory of that day a constant bug in his mind and ear. If he closed his eyes long enough, he could vivid hear the voice that called him while he was at work telling him that there had been an accident involving Julian and it didn't look good.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, Kurt was at work when the call came through. It was a friend of Julian's. Julian and Mason, said friend, were out for coffee for lunch. After they were done, they were walking back to their office and out of nowhere a couple of guys attacked him without warning. Mason tried like hell to get them away from Julian but it was no use. The first person he thought to call was Kurt and then the police. Kurt had raced out of his office, not caring that he was in the middle of planning a fashion show. He had found the crime scene and he immediately felt sick.

There were cops and witnesses everywhere and there he was. Julian was laying on the ground, blood coming out everywhere at the same time. Kurt pushed his way past everybody, yelling that the man dying was his husband. He made his way to his battered husband and instantly pulled him into his arms.

"Baby, please don't leave me. Please, I need you Juju. JJ needs you and Kristy needs you, please sweetheart," Kurt cried into his blood soaked shoulder.

Julian reached a hand up and stroked Kurt's face, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. "Don't cry baby. Please don't, it's going to be okay, you and the kids will be okay," he whispered.

Kurt clutched him tighter to his chest, kissing his face, not caring about the blood there. "I love you so much."

"I love you too baby," Julian rasped out. He put his hand on Kurt's waist, just where Kurt loved his hand. "My name is right there."

Kurt closed his eyes, placing his fingertips on Julian's chest. "Mine's right there."

"Kiss me," Julian requested weakly.

More tears streamed down Kurt's face as he pressed his lips to Julian's. Julian kissed back as much as he could before he took his last breath. Kurt didn't pull back like he should have, he kept his lips pressed to Julian's, not caring that he had stopped breathing or that he was getting blood on one of his good suits. All he cared about was the fact that his husband of five years was now lying in his arms dead.

Kurt blinked a few times when he felt Kristy lay her small head on his lap. He looked up and saw the preacher walking to the front, but he couldn't hear anything. All he could hear was the sound of Mason's voice over the phone that day.

How did he get here? To a place of so much darkness and hatred in the world except for his babies. He loved his babies, his twins. Thinking back on the past week, he was glad that his little girl was biologically his and that JJ had some of his features although he was biologically Julian's. Kristy had Kurt's glasz eyes, but she had Julian's dirty blond hair but she had Kurt's pure skin. JJ on the other hand had Julian's green eyes and his slightly tan skin and Kurt's chestnut colored hair. They were the perfect babies for the couple, and now they were the only thing that kept Kurt going.

Before he knew it, he was standing in the cemetery, holding the twins hands as they lowered Julian's body into the ground. Kurt had promised himself that he wouldn't completely lose it as he watched his husband go into the ground. But it was hard when Kristy and JJ were squeezing his hands impossibly tight and crying themselves. God, he was a mess but he couldn't let his kids see that. That would ruin them, but it was eating him up.

Weeks went pass and Kurt refused to leave his bedroom, except for work and even then it was half-assed. He was moving in autopilot, seeing but not feeling. He half-assed everything, even his kids. He didn't take them out anymore and dinner was deadly silent, but since they were three and a half, they didn't question it.

Change came a month and a half after the funeral in the form of a red letter saying that Kurt was getting evicted from his apartment because he couldn't afford to pay the rent. This caused him to go into an even deeper funk. He didn't even have the energy to think of any possible ways of saving his place so he did what he could do.

"What's going on bud?" Burt asked when Kurt called.

Kurt sniffled and took a deep breath. "I-I need you Dad…"

"What's wrong?" Burt asked, the fatherliness coming out.

"I, uh, I'm getting evicted, and….I just want to come home Dad," Kurt said softly.

Burt grumbled something unintelligible, but Kurt knew that he was planning on coming to New York to get his son and grandchildren. "We'll be there in a few days."

Kurt let out a choked sob. "Thank you, Dad."

"You just start packing as much as possible and get the kids prepared for the move," Burt instructed.

"Okay…"

They said their goodbyes and Kurt couldn't do anything but cry. How had his perfect life get so fucked up in just a few months? He went from happily married to the man of his dreams with two perfect children and his dream job as the co-editor and chief at Vogue. But now, he was a 27 year old widower and single father and he was getting kicked out of his home. The home he and Julian had built for themselves and their children.

"Daddy?" JJ asked, coming into his room and flopping on the bed with his sister closely behind him.

Kurt wiped his eyes and looked at his son. "Hmm?"

"Why are you cryning?" he asked.

Kurt giggled at the way his son talked, it was so cute and adorable and it always brightened his day. He sat up, picking up Kristy and kissing her cheek.

"Ow Daddy! You need shave," the little girl giggled, putting her hand on his stubbly cheek.

"Sorry sweetheart. I have some news for you both," he said, wiping his eyes again.

"What?" they asked at the same time.

"We're moving," he said softly.

"Where?" JJ asked, leaning his head on Kurt's arm. Kurt wrapped his arm around his son, pulling him closer and kissing his head.

"Grandpa and Grandma's house in Lima."

"I miss them," Kristy said sadly.

"I know baby, but now we get to live with them."

They smiled and hugged Kurt tightly, Kurt hugged back, letting some tears fall on their heads. "Go start packing for me."

They let him go, jumping off the bed and running to their room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and feelings.

Kurt looked around his old bedroom feeling weird. He felt as if he was finally home. It was weird because New York was his home, but after Julian, it wasn't.

Burt and Finn had helped him pack up his old home and brought everything in the house. Kurt moved back into his old room and the twins in Finn's old room. There was a small argument about the twins sleeping together, but Kurt knew they wouldn't actually sleep in the room all the time. Oddly, he was okay with that because he slept better with his babies cuddled into him.

Days passed and Kurt still refused to leave his bed. The twins slept with him almost every night much to Kurt's happiness. Burt wasn't too happy about the arrangement because Kurt wasn't getting any better this way. Kurt didn't seem to see it that way, he saw it as him keeping the real life tangible thing that reminded him of his late husband.

One day, after being in bed for a week straight, Kurt decided he was going to go down and sit with his father and watch the twins play in the living room with their toys. He had curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee and pretended to watch the football game that his father was watching.

"You need to get out the house," Burt said randomly.

Kurt looked up from the twins and trained his eyes on his father. "Why? I'm perfectly fine here."

"No you're not. You need to look into daycare for the twins and go look for a job. You need to get your mind off of Julian and get your life back. No, don't say anything, just listen," Burt said, holding his hand up when he saw Kurt was about to protest. "I know it's hard, been there done that. When your mother died, I didn't want to go on because it was too hard and too painful to live without her. But you know what? I did because of you. I didn't want to disappoint you and I know Liz would have been pissed if I just wallowed in my self-pity. Those babies," he pointed to the playing twins. "Are depending on you to keep going. Julian would want you to."

Kurt unconsciously grabbed his waist and lifted his shirt to stare at the tattoo of his late husband's name. He recently got something else added to it. He first got it when they got married five years ago. It was a simple design, a heart with Julian's name on the inside with a king's crown above the heart. It meant the Julian was the king to his heart. After Julian died, however, he went and got dates and some more words added to it. Julian- my love April 25, 1994 – August 30, 2021.

Burt looked over at his son's side and made a face. He knew about the tat, but he's just never seen it, and now looking at it, he could feel Kurt's pain. "First, please tell me Ju had your name tattooed on him."

"You know that he does. It's on his chest. It-it was similar to mine, b-but he had a chain and a lock going across the heart. A-and I-I got this," Kurt stammered, showing Burt a key on a chain that was currently around his wrist. He looked back down at his waist as his tears fell. "Nobody will ever be the king to my heart Dad."

"Not at this moment, but you'll find somebody like I found Carole and she found me," Burt sighed.

"What if I can't? I-I can't raise them alone."

Burt sighed, moving over to his son's side and pulled the crying man into his arms. "You'll find another man and then get his name tattooed on you. But until then, you're not alone in this. Finn, Carole and I will help you. But you still need to go look for daycare for them and then a job."

Kurt clutched his father and silently cried in his shoulder so the kids wouldn't look up at them. "Thanks Dad. I will," he promised.

Burt just held his son close to him, allowing him to cry. He knew it was going to take Kurt a while to get remotely back in the place of being normal, let alone, perfectly normal. But he was willingly to help him anyway he could because that's the kind of father he is.

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