Hi! This is my first English story, I hope you like it.

I don't own Glee (what a suprise!).

Warning: mention of character death

12 years earlier

I can't believe you did this to dad!

Finn followed the crowd of mourners in silence.

Finn, your father is dead. You can't expect me to be alone until my dying day.

What are this people doing here? Did they all know his mother?

A proper widow would do that.

He couldn't believe his mother was killed. She was so nice, everybody loved her.

I love Burt and won't break up with him just because you can't act like an adult.

When was the last time he spoke to her? Yeah, it was more than four years ago.

He is a human for God's sake!

He should have forgiven her a long time ago.

He is a good man, Finn. Please accept my choice.

If he would have known...

I think you should leave.

Now here he was, at his mother's funeral. He can't speak to her anymore. He can't say he is sorry. It's just... It's too late.

"Finn, we should go" Rachel said softly behind him.

Finn couldn't move, he just stared at the grave. That was it. Today was the last time he saw his mother.

"Finn, please. I think the others have already arrived at the house."

Right, they should go to that stupid dinner. But he lost his appetite three days ago when he got the phone call from Burt Hummel.

"Just five more minutes, Rachel."

His wife nodded and remained silent for another few minutes. After that Finn took her hand and led the way back to their car. It was pointless to stay longer, he couldn't do anything to change the past.

Fortunately, there weren't as many people at the house as in the cemetery. Finn recognized a few old friends of his mother, the others could have been the acquaintances from her time with Burt. He wasn't in the mood to talk with them therefore he took a glass of wine and went out to have some fresh air. There was a little boy sitting on the stairs in front of the house, he could be only three or four years old. As a vampire, Finn had excellent hearing so he could tell from the noises he made that the boy was crying. He looked around but didn't see his parents so he decided to speak with him.

"Hey" he greeted the boy. "Did you know Carole well? That's why you are crying?"

The boy looked up and Finn gasped as their eyes made contact. The boy had the exact same eyes as his mother had. It can't be...

"She... she was my mom" the boy sobbed quietly. "I miss my mommy. I want her back."

Suddenly, the boy hugged him, and he didn't know what to do so he just stood there. The boy was Carole's son. So was Finn. They were...

"Kurt! Kurt, where are you?" Burt's voice came from the inside.

The boy – Kurt – stood up and ran to his father. Burt noticed Finn but didn't say anything, just nodded and lifted Kurt up.

"Let's go to bed, it's really late." He said and disappeared from Finn's sight.

The next thing he knew was that Rachel was standing in front of him, speaking.

"Finn? Finn? Can you hear me? I think we should go."

"Yeah... you're right."

That was the first and last time he saw Kurt. Before today.

In this fic, Kurt and Finn are half-brothers (and Carole is their mother). Some of the characters are older than originally in the show.