Dead.
They were both dead.
It had been seven months, yet Kurt still couldn't believe it was true. Burt had taken Blaine out to shop for his birthday present, because obviously Burt's fashion choices were…different than Kurt's and he wanted to get his son something he would actually enjoy. When he heard the phone a few hours later, he figured it would be his boyfriend calling him to give a small antidote of what had happened over the last few hours. What he heard instead was someone asking for Kurt Hummel. When he heard his father had been shot and killed, his heart stopped. Kurt denied it. He yelled at the person on the other line, then when they stayed persistent, He fell on the floor and sobbed. He screamed in agony until he felt like his body was to heavy to move.
The straw that broke the camel's back came a few hours later when Blaine's father phoned him and told him that Blaine too had been shot and killed by the people robbing the store. Blaine's father never cared for Kurt, but he did stay on the line for him until he came through his panic attack. He even called Mercedes, a girl he knew both Blaine and Kurt loved, and told her to go over to Kurt's house, which of course she did.
A few days later, Mercedes finally needed to go home, so she invited Kurt to come stay with her. Her family was very warm and welcoming. They never made him talk if he didn't want to and also never forced him to go to church with them. Eventually he did go, because he wanted to know that the ones, he loved went to somewhere safe and happy. He still didn't truly believe in God, but it did help the adjustment.
Months later, Kurt was sitting on his bed in the guest bedroom, when he felt a sharp pain course through his lower abdomen. He had felt off all day, but he figured he'd come down with a stomach bug and stayed home from school. Mercedes's mother offered to stay home with him, but Kurt figured he could take care of himself. He was starting to regret that decision, when the pain became too bad to stand and he curled up in a tight ball. Kurt figured the only thing this could be was either bad food poisoning or appendicitis, so he decided to call Mrs. Jones and ask her to come over.
He then slowly made his way to the bathroom, but he couldn't make it to the toilet so instead he slid down to the floor. He started the feeling this hard pressure and he got the urge to push, so push he did. For almost fifteen minutes he pushed till he felt something start to slide out of him. It didn't offer him any relief though. Instead it made him feel worse, so he kept pushing until finally whatever it was, was out of him. He was huffing, his heart was racing, and his vision was blurry. All he wanted to do was take a nap, but then suddenly he saw something wiggling around on the floor beside him. He gathered the rest of his energy to push himself up and examine the thing. When he finally saw what it was, Kurt almost passed out.
Laying on the floor next to him, was a teeny tiny baby boy, with a small amount of light brown hair and bright blue eyes. Kurt placed his hand over his mouth and left out a shaky breath, then leaned down and touched the infant, making sure it was real. When he placed his hand on the baby's stomach the child scrunched up his face, cringing at the cold touch and let out a loud cry. Once Kurt was sure this was real, he placed his hands underneath the child's head and bottom and lifted him to his chest. The child continued to cry as Kurt rocked him back and forth while he cried. Kurt and the baby cried together, as Kurt was too tired to do anything else.
When Mrs. Jones finally got home and saw Kurt leaning against the wall and crying while holding a screaming infant, she screamed and dropped her bags. After she contained herself, she pulled out her phone and dialed 911. Then she leaned down and took the baby out of Kurt's limp arms, and held the small thing close, trying to get it to calm down. "Shh shh, little one. It's alright. You're alright."
Kurt was losing consciousness, but before he did, he muttered, "I didn't know. I-I'm sorry."
Mrs. Jones brushed her hand through his sweat filled hair. "Shh, it's alright. Rest Honey. Everything is alright."