A/N: Hiiii! So after re-watching Glee again to survive this lovely hiatus, I got this idea to write this particular fanfic because an idea sparked. I hope you like the story; it's based off something true that happened in my life and tried to fit in the Klaine storyline that everyone knows of, even if I fudged it a bit, ahhhhafjsdaf whatever it is what it is. And I own no properties of FOX and Glee and all that good stuff. The story I am telling is kind of adapted off of something that happened to a family friend of mine who was a girl. I am starting the story with when they were little because if I don't, you won't see why Kurt falls for Blaine
Backstory/Summary: Kurt falls for his best friend from Kindergarten. Blaine may not fall back, he might get a girlfriend, or will their friendship and history crumble or get back together?
Warnings: Death & funerals, in this chapter umm that's all.
Kurt Hummel didn't talk much in Kindergarten. The teachers would pick on him and call Burt that he wasn't socializing with anybody. Well, there was this one boy, Blaine. He'd get Kurt to talk. But Kurt would refuse to answer to any of the teachers.
"Kurt, it's your turn to read these words on the board. Come on." Mrs. Phelps the teacher says. "Come on, dear."
Kurt scrunches up his nose.
The whole Kindergarten class is watching Kurt. They are giggling and whispering to each other.
"Let me help..." Miss Lauren says. She points to the words. "Learning. Colors. Dance."
Kurt crosses his arms and has a pain stricken stone face on.
Thankfully, the bell rings, to Kurt's satisfaction. The two teachers sigh and gather the class to go outside. But, Blaine, this one boy, stays behind to see what's wrong.
"What is the matter?" Blaine says. He is a small boy with dark curly hair and hazel eyes. He has a really nice voice.
Kurt shakes his head. "Come on and play then?"
Miss Lauren scoots Blaine out to recess and takes Kurt outside as well. Kurt just sits under the tree, with his arms crossed, as the kids play soccer and tag.
"Wonder what is wrong with that boy," Miss Lauren says.
"He's definitely going to need counseling." Mrs. Phelps says.
"Except, our little Blaine. He gets Kurt to play." Miss Lauren says.
Blaine kicks the soccer ball to Kurt and they giggle. Kurt runs around now, he isn't sitting on the fence under a tree with his arms crossed.
"This way!" Blaine yells, giggling, now running faster on the concrete. Then he slips and falls on his face. "OWWWWIE!"
Kurt stops running and heads over to Blaine. The other kids laugh. This little girl, Mercedes with two poofy-pigtails, giggles the loudest. She waves her hands. "You, boy, need to watch where you are going!"
Blaine rolls on his back and laughs. "I was!"
Kurt smiles. He still doesn't talk.
"What is wrong with you, you never talk!" Mercedes squeaks.
Kurt shrugs. Now he's starting to feel uncomfortable and twiddles his fingers.
Recess went fast. Kurt was happy Blaine asked for him to play. That made his day better. Besides, he hated school and Kindergarten wasn't really fun because he hated the teachers.
The next day, the teachers call in Burt. They're worried about his son.
Burt takes a seat at one of the desks and sighs. "My boy, what about him?"
"He's not interacting in school and never talks to any of the staff here." Mrs. Phelps says.
"Yeah? But he is not failing, is he?" Burt says, now taking off his hat.
"He is not, but his social skills are below par." Miss Lauren says. "He only participates in activities in lunch when the staff isn't around, he talks to this one boy, Blaine.."
"I see. Well. When he is ready, when he is comfortable, he WILL talk." Burt sternly says. "He's not going to talk when he isn't comfortable. So I believe there is something wrong here? He talks fine at home and actually performs musical theater songs for me."
"Sure, Mr. Hummel." Miss Lauren says.
"When he is comfortable to talk, he will. Why force him to do something he doesn't want to?" Burt says, now sweating.
"I understand." Mrs. Phelps.
Burt left furious. He wasn't happy with the teachers there.
When his son was ready, he'd be ready. Because he matters.
So, Blaine and Kurt became very good friends. It was Blaine's birthday and he was having a party with all the Kindergartners that weekend.
Mrs. Hummel brings Kurt to Blaine's little apartment. They knock on the door and Kurt exclaims. "HI, BLAINE!"
"KURT, YOU CAN TALK!" Blaine laughs. "You can talk!"
"Of course I can talk!" Kurt says.
Mrs. Hummel laughs, as Mrs. Anderson welcomes in the Hummel's.
The birthday party was fun. They played pin the tail on the donkey, and to Kurt's dismay, he let them put the blindfold on him. Kurt ate some food and accidentally knocked into the tower of cupcakes, they fell all over. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Blaine didn't mind. "It's funny to hear you talk."
"Why?" Kurt asks.
"I never heard your voice before in school." Blaine says.
"I like your party. I like the Spiderman theme." Kurt nods.
The Spiderman balloons were all filled up and let go to cover the ceiling. There were blue paper streamers up and confetti spread out on the table.
"Yeah!" Blaine says.
Mrs. Anderson scoots the kids in the kitchen for the birthday cake. "We still have birthday cake, kids!"
Everybody sings loudly. "Happy Birthday, to yooou."
Blaine was excited. His eyes light up over the candles. His friends gather around and Kurt is right there in the front.
At school the next day, the teachers wonder what has happened with Kurt. He is talking now- but only to Blaine.
"At least he's speaking." Mrs. Phelps says.
"I guess so. But why not to us?" Miss Lauren asks.
"Nobody knows." Mrs. Phelps says.
Their eyes peer towards the two boys.
"Blaine this way!" Kurt jumps up and down. They're in recess and Kurt is dying for Blaine to tag him. As soon as Blaine pokes Kurt's back, Kurt squeals and runs back after him.
After school, Blaine begs for Kurt to come over his house.
"Come on Kurt, let's play Raccoon again! We can continue where we left off at lunch!" Blaine says, running out of the front doors of the Kindergarten school. "Last one to my mom's car is a rotten egg!"
Kurt scrunches up his nose and puts both of his hands on his backpack straps along his shoulders.
Blaine yells all the way to his mom's car. "Mommm! Can Kurt please come over to play?"
"I suppose so, his mother say yes?" Mrs. Anderson says.
Kurt nods. "She did!" His expression turns from sour to pleasant in just a matter of a few seconds. First he accuses Blaine of cheating in the race, but then decides it's all right because Blaine is inviting him over to play.
Mrs. Anderson scoots the two kids in the car as she waves to Mrs. Hummel. "I'll call you tonight to let you talk to Kurt."
Mrs. Hummel laughs. "That would be swell! If there are any problems, call me!"
There were usually no problems between the boys. Well if you count that Kurt hid in Blaine's toy box every time his mother came to pick him up, that would be a biggie.
Mrs. Anderson drives to her home. As soon as she arrives, the two boys unbuckle themselves and run to Blaine's downstairs apartment. Kurt likes Blaine's apartment. He lives in the basement and they have to go down this really cool staircase to get there. The walls are a dark slate blue color and match the really shiny floor. There are exposed pipes in the ceiling and has Christmas lights twinkling. Funny thing was, Christmas wasn't for another two months. Kurt loved Blaine's father because he owned a cafe and would always bring in singing toys and dancing knickknacks for the customers to laugh about. His father was really eccentric, so that would explain the Christmas lights wrapped around the pipes.
Blaine runs to his bedroom and immediately sets up four chairs in a square. He puts a sheet over the top of the four chairs and pillows underneath the sheet.
"Kurt, come on!" Blaine went over to his stuffed animals and took four raccoons. "These are my babies."
Kurt crawled under the tent. "I can be the daddy then!" He pats the stuffed animals on the head.
"But I wanna be their dad." Blaine huffs and puffs his voice.
"You take these two and I will take these two." Kurt split the four raccoons up equally.
Blaine scoots out of the tent. "I will be right back, okay?"
"Where are you going?" Kurt asks.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Blaine giggled. "If I make an accident, my mommy will be mad."
Kurt's cheeks turn pink. "I will be waiting here then!" Kurt picks up one of the raccoon toys and starts shaking it in his hands. "The badger is coming! Noo!"
Kurt runs around Blaine's room, as Mrs. Anderson knocks on the door and enters. "Kurt, your mom is here!"
Kurt frowns and puts the two raccoon toys down. "Okay."
Blaine comes out of the bathroom, which is right next to the front door, and gives Kurt a hug. "See you tomorrow!"
Kurt nods. "Bye!"
Mrs. Anderson puts her hand out to Blaine and walks him into the kitchen. "Did you have a good afternoon?"
Blaine nods. "Yup! Kurt likes to play a lot."
Mrs. Anderson smiles. "I'm glad you have a friend!"
Blaine giggles. "Is Uncle Will coming over?"
Mrs. Anderson nods. "He is, Blaine, he's coming for dinner. He says he hasn't been feeling good so definitely be calm around him, okay?" Blaine usually had a lot of energy around his uncle. They would play rodeo and cowboy, but since Will's health was on the line, they had to take it easy. Blaine listens.
Basically, games like Raccoon were their favorites to play after school. Nobody could split them up because they just were the best of friends.
They spent the summer at Kurt's house everyday, swimming in Kurt's pool. Kurt's mom was home during the summers. They would put on dances in the pool alongside the music and float on the tubes together.
They were never really torn apart, until first grade came, that split them up physically. Blaine was moving but luckily in the same town. But not far away, so they'd still hang out. But that didn't alter their friendship.
"Blaine, we are enrolling you into private school, within the Dalton Academy district." Mrs. Anderson says. "It is the best choice for your schooling and since we are moving out of this apartment, that is a close school for you to go to."
Mr. Anderson stands with his arms crossed.
"What about Kurt? My friends at school now?" Blaine asks.
"You'll still see Kurt! Besides, our cafe is near Kurt's father's car shop. We'll still bring our car there for maintenance!" Mrs. Anderson says.
"Okay." Blaine says. Besides, they were in the same town. All they had to do was ride bikes to get to each other.
And first grade was fine. They'd talk on the phone and use iChat and e-mail. Their friendship couldn't get any better. First grade was pretty awesome because Blaine would get student of the month and Kurt would get citizenship and they'd talk on the phone and share stories.
Emailing was their favorite, and so was messaging. They kind of felt cool that they were best friends and didn't go to the same school. They'd get questions like 'who is your best friend?' and they'd say 'oh you don't know them they go to so and so school.'
Except for one night, during the end of second grade, when they were eight years old ish Kurt logs onto messenger and receives a very hurtful message.
"HI BLAINE!" Kurt types.
"HI THERE!" Kurt receives.
"We have to go to the movies one day together to see the new pirates movie." Kurt types.
"I don't want to that is stupid." Kurt receives.
Kurt's stomach sank. "Why? You love pirates." He types.
"Kurt I can't because I don't want to be your friend anymore." Kurt receives.
"Whaaaaaat WHYYY! WAAAH!" Kurt cries, typing.
"STOP ASKING I JUST AM NOT." is in purple writing now, which is strange because Blaine always writes in red, then Blaine's name logs off.
"WHYYYY!" Kurt types.
The user is not logged on.
Kurt's stomach flutters. What was up with that? Why? Kurt goes to lie down on his bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and shuts his eyes.
About two hours pass before his mother knocks on his door. "Kurt honey? What is going on?"
"Nothing mom.." Kurt whispers.
"Are you sure?" She says.
"Well Blaine just logged off online really quick and I don't know why." Kurt says.
"If you need me I'll be knitting," his mom says.
"Kay. Love you." Kurt says.
"Love you too." his mom replies.
The next day, Burt knows what's up. Besides, his car dealer is across from Blaine's parent's cafe.
"Kurt, did Blaine say something to you last night?" Burt asks.
"What? No.." Kurt says.
"Here." Burt hands Kurt a card. "It wasn't him that typed that message to you. I know, Kurt."
"Dad.." Kurt's face turns red. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know why he said that to me."
"Yeah. His friend Jason was over. Stupid lad. He was just messing with you. I guess he's jealous of you two's friendship." Burt says.
Kurt nods and opens the card. On the front is a raccoon. On the inside, is a few sentences written in big bold marker.
To Kurt:
I'm sorry about what happened last night.
You are my favorite best friend.
You will always be my best friend no matter what.
I like to play with you a lot.
From Blaine.
Kurt's face turns pink now. "He sent me an apology."
"Good." Burt says.
That night, Burt drops Kurt off to Blaine's parent's cafe. Kurt goes upstairs to the small two-room apartment, to play with Blaine. They didn't live there, it was just a place for them to go to when they were at the cafe. Blaine wasn't allowed to stay home alone yet, but he was up there.
"I'm sorry that Jason was being a poohead." Blaine says.
"Yeah. I knew it wasn't you." Kurt lies.
"What? You flipped out.." Blaine says.
"Whatever. Fine. I didn't know it was you." Kurt says.
"I'm really sorry, Kurt." Blaine says. "I was out of the room and he just signed in my account.."
"I wasn't jealous or anything, I was just mad that I thought it was you." Kurt says.
"I know. I'm sorry." Blaine says.
"I got your card. It was nice." Kurt says.
"Raccoons stay friends forever." Blaine laughs.
"Just like we used to play." Kurt smiles.
"Always." Blaine says. "Jason is weird anyway. He is my new friend at school but after this I think I want to ditch him."
"That would be good." Kurt says.
"Kurt!" Blaine growls.
"He's a bad influence! Really!" Kurt says.
"I will always be YOUR friend but please don't get jealous that I have a new one." Blaine says.
"I'm not!" Kurt whispers. "Stop yelling at me."
"Then why don't you let him be my friend?" Blaine says.
Kurt was about to yell back, when Blaine's mother opens the door to the studio apartment. Her face is stark white and her eyes are glossy.
"Mum?" Blaine stands up.
Mrs. Anderson puts her hand out to Blaine and then gestures over to Kurt to come over.
"Dear.. dear..." She hugs the boys.
"What?" Kurt asks.
Mrs. Anderson trembles. "Your father is here, to pick you up, and I think he has to tell you, let's go downstairs you two, come on down for tea, carry on.."
Blaine looks at Kurt with a worried look. Kurt's arms start to shake.
"What's wrong?" Kurt zooms down the spiral staircase in the back of the cafe and his father was sitting on the stools by the window in the front of the cafe. The "closed" sign was up.
"What's going on?" Blaine asks, following Kurt into the front of the cafe, with Mrs. Anderson following.
Burt was in tears. He was muddled in eye drops, his face beat red.
"Your mom.." Burt says, reaching out to grab Kurt in a huge hug. "She didn't make it..."
Kurt shrieks loudly. "WHAT!"
Burt pulls Kurt close to his chest and rocks him, they're still sitting on the stool. Mrs. Anderson is a close distant, holding Blaine's hand. Mr. Anderson was behind the counter, with his hands on his face.
"She said she was feeling weak, I took her to the hospital, they put her in the bed, Kurt, she didn't make it.." Burt says.
"Mom died!" Kurt trembles.
Blaine squeezes his mother's hand.
"I just talked to her before I came here! She was knitting! She said she loved me!" Kurt screams.
"She was, shh, shhh..." Burt puts his hands on Kurt's face. "You listen to me. There is nothing we can do about this. I don't know why it happened, buddy, I don't, we can't change time, it happened, I'm so sorry Kurt, I'm so sorry.."
Kurt hugs his father.
"Whatever we can do to help," Mr. Anderson says.
"Surely, Burt." Mrs. Anderson says.
Blaine let go of his mom's hand and runs over to Kurt. "Kurt.."
Kurt flinches and sits on the floor, with his knees up to his face.
"Kurt, you can sleep over with us, we can have a sleep over, yeah!" Blaine says. "Come on, it'll be fun.."
Kurt cries.
Cries and cries and cries.
Burt sits in shock as Blaine's parents look at each other and back at Burt in disbelief.
"I guess so." Kurt says, looking at Blaine.
"Come on." Blaine says.
Luckily, Blaine lived down the street from the cafe. Blaine's parents walked the two boys back to their home. Burt is confused.
"If you'd like to stay in the guest bedroom too, or.." Mrs. Anderson says.
"I really don't know what to do right now. Kurt's all I've got now. If he is staying over here, I just, don't want to go back home you know? Alone, he needs me, but.." Burt rambles.
"You are welcome here." Mr. Anderson says.
"I'll just run back home to get our things, Kurt's toothbrush, my pillow.." Burt says.
"Will you be alright driving?" Mr. Anderson says. "I'll drive you. Come on."
"Thank you." Burt says, as Mrs. Anderson tries not to cry.
That night, Kurt sleeps on a sleeping bag and Blaine is in his bed.
Blaine whispers. "I'm so, so sorry Kurt. I really don't know what to say to you, because, it's just, you have to be so brave.."
"She was just here. She was just.. here." Kurt says.
"I'm sure she's in peace in a better place.." Blaine says.
"Blaine, I don't know what to do..." Kurt says.
"How about we just rest, okay?" Blaine peeks his head out of the covers.
"I can't go to school tomorrow." Kurt sobs.
"Um of course not," Blaine says.
"I don't care if it is the last week of second grade.. I don't care.. my mother just died.." Kurt sobs more.
"Kurt I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. just relax, just try to breathe.." Blaine says.
Kurt feels better when he hears Blaine's voice. "I'll try.."
"Goodnight Kurt." Blaine says.
That morning when everyone wakes up, they all eat breakfast in silence. Unless it was small chatter of the weather and all that good stuff.
"You know what, I'll call Blaine out of school today too. We both don't have to be at the cafe at the same time. We'll help you at your home." Mrs. Anderson says. "Blaine can stay here and if Kurt wants to stay, feel free."
"I wanna." Kurt says. He misses his mother already.
"That would be great." Burt says. "And I have to make funeral arrangements, and oh my god I swear this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
Mr. Anderson nods. "It truly is, but, any friends of Kurt are like family to us.
Blaine pushes in his chair and waves to Kurt. "Come on, let's go downstairs."
"Are you gonna be alrighty dad?" Kurt asks.
"I'll be fine, don't worry, just stay here for today, and then when I get everything settled we'll be able to adjust back home." Burt says.
"They'll be fine." Mrs. Anderson says, now cleaning up the table.
Mr. Anderson and Burt head out.
Downstairs, the two boys decide to watch Mulan. Disney always seems to take the ugly out of life.
"This is the coolest. Mulan is the coolest. I'll make a man out of yooou!" Kurt sings. He still feels sad. His singing doesn't sound as peppy as it used to.
Blaine giggles and then jumps up on the couch arms. "I can go the distanceeee!"
"Um that is Hercules." Kurt giggles.
"I know." Blaine says.
"Huh?" Kurt asks.
"I just wanted you to smile." Blaine smiles back.
Blaine's older brother's bedroom is in the basement. His name is Zachary and he has to go through the sitting area with the TV before going in his bedroom. "What are you two doing?" Zachary says. "You two singing again?"
Kurt blushes. "Ummm.."
Blaine nodded. "Yes we are, Zachary! And if YOU want to join in.."
"No thanks." Zachary says. Zachary is a sophomore in college. He was very proper, like the Andersons are, and clean cut. He is skinny, pretty short for a guy, has hazel eyes, and basically just looks like Blaine, except that his hair is very short and not curly and his face is skinnier. He was studying to be a math teacher.
"Hey, Kurt, I'm sorry, buddy." Zachary nods to Kurt. "I really am, you're really brave too, don't change."
Kurt cracks a small smile. "Thank you. I will. I mean I won't."
Zachary heads upstairs to go get breakfast and head out to class.
"Your brother lives here? Not at the university?" Kurt asks.
"Nah. He wants to stay here." Blaine says.
"Oh."
It is the day of the funeral.
The casket is really big, Kurt thinks.
Why is it so big? His mom isn't even that big.
The priest is talking and all Kurt hears is shrieking in his ears. He is sweaty and is standing next to his father. His father is holding onto Kurt's shoulders tightly.
Blaine and his family is standing across from him. Blaine keeps glancing at Kurt, but then back down to the ground.
Kurt didn't know what was going on. If heaven, that his dad talks about, was in the sky, why is his mother going in the ground?
He hates himself. He hates himself for not staying with her longer.
Life is so short, he thinks, he thinks he can't get mad at his friend Blaine over the other dude Jason.
Then there is eerie silence as the casket lowers.
"We will always love her and she will love us," Burt says.
Kurt nods. He wants to cry to ask his father why his mom is going down there and not up in the sky. Can people fly? He has so many questions.
"Dad?" Kurt asks.
"Yep, kiddo?" Burt says, hugging his son. "You are so brave, you are soo soo brave."
"Well. I just.. want to make sure you're okay." Kurt says.
Burt shakes his head. "I'd lie to you if I said I was okay. But we'll get through."
Kurt takes his father hand as they head back into the gloomy, black car.
Blaine still spends time with Kurt all the time. The last few months and all through third grade, Blaine doesn't bring up Kurt's mother.
Fourth grade, fifth grade, sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade... all swell! There is really no need to elaborate, except every single freaking thing they do, they do together. Especially when they go to each other's houses alternating every night, they watch movies. Musicals were their favorite.
One memory Kurt was fond of was when they were in eighth grade, and Kurt wanted to go over Blaine's house to watch RENT.
"I'm here.." Kurt bangs on Blaine's bedroom door.
"Yeah?" Blaine laughs. "Okay. I don't know why you're so obsessed with this musical."
"I just love.. Angel. And Mimi." Kurt says. "I wore my Mimi boots!"
Blaine laughs. "Come on."
The movie was already in the DVD player and Kurt plants his butt on Blaine's bed. He leans against the wall, puts a pillow behind his back, and gets comfy.
Blaine plops next to Kurt. "Seasons of loooooov-"
"Blaine!" Kurt laughs.
"Sorry." Blaine says.
"Um.. well.. actually I have a question. I know we hang out a lot but I just, just, wanted to ask do you miss going to public school?"
"I guess so, I don't know.. I mean when high school starts I'll be at Dalton Academy." Blaine says. Seasons of Love plays in the background. "I never really thought about it. And anyway, we hang out all the time, so it's kind of like, it doesn't matter."
"What do you mean?" Kurt asks.
"I mean that it's okay that we don't go to school together, since we hang out all the time, so we're not missing each other that much." Blaine says.
"Oh." Kurt says. "I do wish you were going to McKinley next year with me."
"I do too but Dalton will be fine." Blaine says. "And it's not like I'm going to forget you're my friend."
"I hope not." Kurt says.
We're not gonnna payyy...
The movie continues.
Kurt sighs and pulls a blanket over himself. Blaine snuggles against his pillow.
"You're crazy, Kurt." Blaine says.
"Whaat?" Kurt says.
"I don't know, I guess, I mean you've watched this like 100 times." Blaine says. "And I'm watching it again."
"For the 100th time. You're crazy too." Kurt laughs.
Their friendship was absolutely locked in and they could read each other like a book, as best friends do, respectfully. And their friendship status didn't change when they started high school, like their past conversation said it wouldn't.
Both their experiences during the first week of high school were different. Kurt got slushied. "It's like being bitch slapped." Kurt says. Blaine didn't. Kurt had an easier workload than Blaine. Kurt had easygoing teachers while Blaine had really strict ones. Kurt got to dress how he wanted and Blaine wore a blazer.
But that didn't matter. They still talked on the phone about school. Blaine would talk about girls. Kurt didn't care. Kurt didn't care about the girls that Blaine met from the sister school to Dalton. He didn't care about the girls Blaine met at the coffee shop. Why was Blaine all suddenly into girls? Kurt was annoyed though, that Blaine talked about girls all the time. He hated it. Kurt never looked at girls like that. Why is Blaine suddenly all into them? The never ending vicious circle of questions. He'd repeat them all in his head. Over and over and over. The same old questions. It got old.
Again, the inevitable happens. Blaine's Uncle Will develops ALS, which is a disease where the nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord that control voluntary muscle movement, according to Wiki, Blaine says.
Everything is happening too fast. Uncle Will is now bedridden in Blaine's house and he doesn't want Kurt coming over. Uncle Will's disease was too much to handle because it was a little more emotionally damaging and really sickly to see.
One night, Burt offers to take Blaine and go with Kurt to the town. Kurt enjoys himself. Blaine seems a little off and scared.
"My uncle, he's gonna be in heaven too. I heard the doctor say so, on the phone." Blaine says, as he walks next to Kurt. Burt is listening.
Kurt frowns. "Don't say that.."
"But it's the truth." Blaine says.
And it happens.
Mrs. Anderson gets the call from the hospital. Mr. Anderson is very sad.
"I can't believe it.." Mrs. Anderson says on the phone with Burt, as the two boys look up. "I'm pretty sure Blaine knows but he's not having a funeral, he's going to be cremated, so it's more like a memorial thing."
"Who is that?" Kurt asks.
"I think you might have to go home, Blaine. Your mom has something to tell you." Burt says.
Blaine nods. "Okay."
Burt takes Blaine home and he tells his son the news.
"Ohmygosh.." Kurt says. "I'm really sad."
"I know, kiddo. But you're strong. Really strong." Burt says.
When Mr. Hummel and Kurt go to the funeral home, Blaine hugs Kurt tightly. "I'm so glad you are here. It means so much to me."
The funeral home is kind of empty. There aren't a lot of people there that know Will. It's sad to see his pictures up all over the place and a big portrait of where the coffin would be. But his uncle didn't want a funeral, he wanted a memorial.. so...
Kurt gulps.
"Yeah." Kurt says. He was sad, but I mean it wasn't like his mother had died... Kurt was a little jealous.
"Sorry for your loss, I will never forget Will and his sense of humor." Burt says, shaking Mr. Anderson's hand, patting Mrs. Anderson on the back.
Kurt embraces Blaine. He rubs Blaine's arm and takes a deep breath. He smells Blaine, the soft, musky smell of his neck. Gosh, he's beautiful. What? Huh? High school is changing now. Was he starting to look at his friend in THAT particular way? And why in a funeral home?
To be continued! Reviews would be swell! :)
