A/N: I know what you're all thinking. Seriously Olivia? You have so many WIPs and yet you are writing another story? The answer is yes and no. Yes, I am pulling out new stuff. No, I actually have TWO new projects that I am working on at the moment, but I will for sure write more of the other before I post it. This is just a little something that I wrote the other day trying to get my creative juices flowing again. It will have three parts, part one is the main story, two is Burt's letter, and three is a Klaine filled chapter. I've already begun work on the second part, but I have no idea when it will be posted. Hope you enjoy this sad little part one!
Always remember to smile!
Olivia
All Mr. Schu had to do was pop his head in the room and speak to the teacher for a moment. Kurt saw as both of their eyes were turned on him and he knew instantly that it was happening. His heart broke the first time then. He quickly gathered his things, throwing them in no regular sort of order into his bag and stood. He nodded at the teachers to convey that he understood, and began to run from the classroom and towards the parking lot.
Kurt sprinted down the hall, his hand digging through his bag for his car keys as he ran. Digging them out, he unlocked his doors and jumped in. His pulse was racing, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. His fingers began to tremble as he fumbled to start the car. He heard his phone vibrate again as he sped from the parking lot. Fearing it could be Carole with an update, he quickly opened the message, carefully watching the road as he sped along.
From: Blaine
COURAGE
Kurt felt the first tears fall as he read the message, and his heart broke a second time. Only Blaine, and his ridiculously perfect timing. Kurt wished Blaine was here, wished that he had had time to come up with some excuse to pull Blaine out of class to be with him. He really could use his boyfriend right now. But Blaine was in class and Kurt was fighting back tears so that he might be able to arrive on time. He prayed to a God he didn't believe existed that he would make it in time. Everyone had told him that it would be quick, that it would only last a mere matter of minutes before he was gone, but Kurt was determined. He would be on time. He had to be.
His eyes scanned the parking lot for an empty spot. He found one and whipped in, not bothering to lock his doors and check to ensure he was inside the lines of the spot. Parking and correct driving procedures were the last things on his mind today. His shoe came untied somewhere around the welcome desk but he didn't slow his stride. Even as he arrived on the floor and he tripped over the untied string he only noticed the hot tears falling again. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and continued on.
The beeping noises had always freaked him out. Ever since he was a kid and he had to see his mom attached to so many, he had sworn to keep himself in tip top shape and to never get sick. That had only worked for a few weeks, until he had felt the first signs of a cold from the constant tears. Now that he thought about it, that was really where his insane skin care routines and personal hygiene methods had emerged from. He had tried so hard to take such good care of himself that way he wouldn't have to end up like his mother. He tried to keep himself healthy to give his dad that much less to worry about. And for the most part, he had done that. But now the roles were all thrown in reverse and Kurt's head was spinning.
When he reached the room, he stopped for the first time since he had seen Mr. Schu's face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Glancing down, he saw his hands visibly shaking.
Come on Kurt. What's that song about getting through the hard times? Ah. That's right. When you're smiling, everything's gonna be alright. When you're laughing, the end of tunnel is in sight. Everything's gonna be alright.
Kurt picked up his feet and began to step into the room. He felt Carole before he saw her. Her arms wrapped around him tightly and held his head to hold it to her shoulder. Kurt felt a weight being lifted instantly.
"Am I too late? Did I make it?" Kurt whispered frantically.
"No. You're just in time. Come on. It's gonna be soon sweetheart. Oh, and this is for you, from your father. He wanted you to read it after he's gone." Carole slipped the envelope into his hand and Kurt clutched it tightly, holding it to his heart. He relished the thought of his dad holding the very envelope, and thoughts filled his mind of his father sealing it, and scribbling his name on the front. Carole slipped her hand on his back and led him to the bed. He sat down in the chair and picked up one of the limp, cold hands. "I'll give you a moment alone with him." Carole stepped out into the hallway and Kurt's calm and collected façade fell. He dropped his head to the side of the bed and sobbed.
"Part of me wants to beg. Get down on my knees because I know that it would take all I have. But I can't. I can't beg you to stay. Because if I did, I would feel so damn guilty the rest of my life, knowing that I didn't let you go. But I can't. I can't Daddy. You're all I have left. I love you and I don't want you to leave me. Which is why I know you have to. You mean the world to me Dad. I love you. So much. So you can let go. I'll be okay. I promise. " And Kurt stared at Burt's still face as he exhaled, and didn't breathe in again. Carole and a doctor stepped back in. Kurt felt Carole pull him into another hug then lightly push his sobbing form towards the door.
"Go Kurt. You don't need to be in here for this." Kurt nodded and stumbled into the hallway and into Blaine's waiting arms. Blaine wrapped tightly around Kurt, surrounding the boy in his arms. Kurt cried his heart out. Even when his tears slowed to a stop and he looked up in Blaine's eyes, Blaine only kissed his forehead.
"I'm still here." Kurt nodded and let Blaine hold him, knowing that he would never ever let go.
So, I know this is a kinda strange place to stop, but I just felt like it was finished. So, look for parts two and three coming soon!
