A/N - Bold is thoughts. Regular within " " are spoken. This is my first fanfic let alone glee fic. I'm sorry if i go pretty OC with the people. Not sure how long this will go or if ill even finish it. That will depend on if anyone wants me to finish it. While reviews are nice (from what I've seen on others stories) I'm fine with story alerts. That tells me you want to read more of it. I have not had this beta'd so all spelling and grammar errors are my own.

Chapter 1 - Abomination

Kurt sits at his vanity, going though his nightly skin care regime. He smiles at the thought in his mind "Still cant believe that after everything they have put me though, I help the football team win their first game. Maybe things will be better at school for me now." He finish's spritzing his face when he see's his father in the mirror.

The whole time he's talking with his father he keeps telling himself "I need to tell him the truth. I cant live this lie anymore. If i can score a field goal I should be able to do this as well."

"Dad. I'm gay."

"I thought you might be Kurt"

As the silence continues Kurt becomes nervous.

"Dad? are you okay with me being . . . gay?" Kurt's voice cracks on that last word and he looks down while he clears his thoart. When he looks back up into his dads eyes he see's a stranger. With the next words out of his fathers mouth, his worlds shatters.

"No Kurt. I don't think i am."

And with that Burt turns and walks upstairs. A minute later Kurt hears the front door open and close. Sinking down to his knees in shock, Kurt is almost unaware of why there are tears running down his face.

The next morning Kurt wakes up, his only memories of after his father left are of him crying himself to sleep. Too emotional destroyed to care much about what he looks like, he skips all but the shower of his morning routine. He throws on just some dark jeans and a black button down shirt and heads upstairs. The house is silent and empty, no sign of his father anywhere. "Either he never came home last night or he left much earlier then normal" Kurt thinks as he grabs a bottle of water, feeling to depressed to even think about eating breakfast. After grabbing his car keys he heads to the front door only to see a note taped to it.

"Kurt. We'll talk when i get home from work."

Staring at the note a feeling of dread slowly starts to fill him. Even though it could be a sign of things working out, Kurt is sure that this talk well go very, very bad.

Kurt had debated after the note even going to school that day. In the end one thing. . . well person convinced him to go. Mercedes. With everything that has happened, and could happen tonight, he needed to talk with his favorite diva. Right on time there she is walking up to his baby. Kurt opens the driver door and steps out and into an embrace with Mercedes.

"Hey there white boy. Whats with the look? Trying for minimalist goth or something?"

"Oh cedes!" sniffles Kurt "something bad has happened." Kurt didn't mean to unload this right away on her. But bringing up the cloths he wore reminded him of why he wore them in the first place.

"Kurt honey, tell me whats wrong." With nothing but sweet concern in her voice.

"Cedes I came out to my dad last night after we got home from the game. I told him I'm gay. After he didn't say anything I asked if he was okay with it. He said 'no Kurt. I don't think i am.' Then he left the house and this morning as i was leaving there was a mote on the door saying we are going to talk about it when he gets home. I know it could mean we can work though this. But something tells me that this will not end well."

Mercedes just stared at him for a minute, mouth slightly open.

"Oh Kurt. I. . . I don't know what to say."

Despite the fact that he assumed she wouldn't be able to help, Kurt still felt his mood drop. He had half hoped that his best friend would have a solution or at the very least brighten his mood a bit. So with every step they took towards the school his dread increased.

From what Kurt had heard and read, people say that when you fear something, the fear eating at you cause's time to slow down. For Kurt, it seemed, time speed up. One moment he was walking into the school (small blessing today it seems, no dumpster toss) and the next he was climbing back into his baby to go home, with no memories of the days events. However the drive home seems to take 10 times longer then normal, with each familiar landmark he passed increasing his fear. By the time he got home he's sweating and shacking. seeing his dads truck in the driveway seems to suck the air out of his car and he has trouble breathing.

After 15 minutes of panic Kurt settles himself down enough to get out of his car. With wobbly legs and shacking hands he walks to the door and opens it. He hears a rerun of deadliest catch on and walks into the living room. Without even turning to look at his son Burt says "are you sure your gay?"

"yes daddy" Kurt replies with a tremor in his voice.

Burt sighs quietly "You need to leave. I wont have this kind of abomination under my roof."

With those words Kurt once again falls to his knees, crying softly yet powerfully. He manages to whisper "Please Daddy don't. . . " while Burt gets up and walks to the door. Turning his head slightly to Kurt but still not looking at him Burt says in a hard, cruel voice "I'm going out for 3 hours. I hope for your sake you have your stuff packed and your gone when i get back." With that he opens the door and leaves without another word. Leaving Kurt alone with his tears and pain.

Half an hour later Kurt finally stops crying. The pain hasn't lessened but his body has tired itself out to the point where there are no more tears left. Dragging himself up he makes his way down to what used to be his room. It seems his father had planned this somewhat. A few duffel bags and suitcase's were laying on his bad. Fighting back a few more tears at this harsh gesture that put a finality quality to this, Kurt begins to pack. Halfway though packing Kurt realised he most have been expecting this outcome. His mind most have spent all day at school planning this as he was packing quickly and effienctly. Having already known what he was and was not going to bring with him. After spending 2 hours packing he checked his cell phone and saw he only had a half hour left before his father would return. Since he no longer knew the man Kurt was unwilling to test what "for your sake" would mean. After dragging everything outside to his baby and loading her up he went inside for one last thing he had to do before leaving.

Walking upstairs to his fathers room he opened the door and stepped inside towards his moms old dresser. The tears and the pain he had held at bay while packing started to flow again as the scent from of his moms perfume filled the air, faint though it was. Breaking down in front of the dresser he tried to speak, only to choke up each time he tried. At last he calmed down enough to close all the drawers. As the scent faded he whispered "good-bye mom." Walking slowly he made his way outside, closing the door to the place he once felt so safe and loved, the place that held only pain now.