Summary: On the day of his mum's funeral, Kurt Hummel meets a strange boy called Blaine Anderson and the become friends. This is their story. WARNING: Mild child abuse in later chapters
Chapter Notes: Hey there! I hope you enjoy this story. I know I have A New Dream on the go at the same time but I will update as much as possible. Thankyou for reading and reviews mean so much to me. I always get really nervous about sharing my work with people so I would love to know what you all think! Enjoy:)
This was it then. His world came crashing down on him like tidal wave as he sobbed into his father's hip, dampening his jacket with his salty tears.
This was the last time he was ever going to see her wasn't it? He was never going to be able to see that light in her eyes again, or the way she would smile at him when he said a big word on his book, or rode an extra couple of metres on his bike. How would he survive without her by his side to comfort him when the shoving got extra bad or he got called that horrid word? He didn't know what it meant yet, but he could tell it was something awful, and he wasn't sure her even wanted to know.
He looked up at his father with hopeful eyes, just wanting to be reassured that there might be some way, somehow that life might carry on as it had before everything had gone wrong. All he wanted was a smile or a hug, but his father's bright blue eyes were misty and overflowing with tears, the ones that had escaped rolling down his cheeks.
No, that's not what he wanted; he didn't want his daddy to cry. That would just make everything even more uncertain. He slipped his hand into his daddy's gently, making him look down to Kurt with watery eyes. He smiled gently and fell to his knees in front of the tiny boy. He glanced down before looking up to meet Kurt's shining eyes, his cheeks stained with salty tear tracks.
"Kurt buddy, I have to go make sure your Granny is okay, do you want to stay here for a minute to...you know...say goodbye" Burt choked out, wiping the tears from his eyes quickly, not wanting his son to see them falling.
The first thing that crossed Kurt's mind was if his granny was okay. He knew that she was his mommy's mommy and that she would be extremely sad, just like he was, but what was so special about making she was okay? What about him? But then he thought about being able to stay here for just a little while longer, just to say goodbye properly, and alone.
Kurt nodded his little head, so gently it was hardly noticeable. Burt nodded and leaned up to kiss his forehead and pulled him into one of his famous bear hugs. Kurt fisted his hands in the back of his father's suit jacket, creasing it in his tiny hands. Burt pulled back and patted his hair before walking off down the path back towards the church, leaving Kurt alone with his mother.
Kurt turned around to face the slab of stone dug in to the ground, symbolizing her whole life. It made his chest ache that this was how he was going to have to see her now; just a lump in the ground, always 6 feet away and inaccessible. There would never be those warm arms or that lap to sit on whilst they watched The Sound of Music for the 100th time that week. He dropped to his knees in front of the stone, his lips trembling.
"Mommy?" he spoke, his voice quivering with tears "Can you hear me mommy?"
The silence that followed was deafening for Kurt, making him realise that she would never answer again; she would never tell him that she could hear him.
"Mommy, I miss you, and I l-love y-you" Kurt choked, his voice breaking and tears cascading down his cheeks. He pulled his knees to his chest and his tears seeped in to his trousers, knowing they would stain but not having the energy to care at all. He just allowed himself to cry, away from prying eyes and sympathetic words that he knew weren't honest.
He didn't hear it the first time, or the second time.
He didn't even notice the small boy standing behind him until he felt a hand on his shoulder, too engrossed in his sadness to notice the curly mop of hair standing behind him.
"Are you okay?" he said, making Kurt jump up in surprise, not having seen him standing. He turned around to see a child, about his age, although the clothes he was wearing and the way his hair was like an afro made him look at least two years older. His t-shirt hung off one shoulder, covered in dirt and grass stains, obviously far too big for his small form. His jeans swung on his ankles, far too small to be even remotely comfortable; not like the smart trousers Kurt's mommy would buy him. There was hardly anything left on his feet, his cheap sneakers worn away at the souls so his sockless feet were almost touching the floor. Dark curls framed his tanned olive face, his hazel eyes shining underneath triangular, thick eyebrows. Kurt curled in on himself, hugging his middle and falling to his knees.
"Oh, I-I didn't mean t-to s-scare y-you" the strange boy whispered timidly, backing away slowly, a guilty expression morphing his features, making Kurt's heart ache.
"No, no, you just made me j-jump" Kurt answered, stumbling to his feet again and gesturing to himself "Look, I'm fine"
The boy looked up from his gaze on the floor, his eyes boring in to Kurt's, a blank expression covering his face.
"A-are y-you sure I-I didn't s-scare y-you?" he stammered "I-I tend t-to do t-that"
"No, I'm okay. Just a little sad" Kurt replied, glancing to the grave "My name is Kurt. What's yours?"
"U-um...B-B-Blaine. B-Blaine A-Anderson"
A/N: Thankyou for reading! Stay tuned as I might have the next chapter up either today or tomorrow. Review? They make my day! x