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Tag: Season 5 Episode 3 " The Quarterback"
Warnings: Sadness.
Kurt had not cried yet, not really. Sure he'd let his eyes well a little and a few tears had escaped, but he wouldn't cry. That heart wrenching, sobbing cry that you desperately needed when you felt so broken and sad.
When the call came he was more worried about getting home, more worried about Rachel, his dad, Carole. At the funeral, he was worried about being able to give his eulogy without breaking down, more worried about everything going to plan, he didn't want to spoil Finn's farewell with gasping, sobbing screaming. He held it all in, but sitting there in the choir room, grasping Blaine's thigh, his hands wrapped in his fiancé's hand, gazing into those tear filled honey, hazel coloured eyes , a pain filled face, as Rachel sang "Make you feel my love" something broke.
Later people would talk about it. They thought Santana's breakdown was out of character, heartbreaking, but Kurt's, Kurt's was truly shattering. He'd cried in front of them before, when he sang for his dad, when he sang his goodbye song at the end of senior year. A few tears here and there, but nothing like this.
When Rachel finished her song, he couldn't go to her, but he didn't flee like Santana did, he stayed in his chair, whilst everyone else went to her. He felt the tears and grief, heartache and rage build inside him, fighting to get out, bubbling their way to the top of his emotions, try as he might, he couldn't prevent the sob that escaped his throat. Only Blaine heard it, everyone else too focused on Rachel. He turned to find Kurt on his knees' head in his hands, body shaking and wracked with sobs, gut wrenching, broken sobs, sobs from someone who had lost someone they loved very much. Blaine went to him and gathered him in his arms, everyone turning to watch. Kurt cried and cried, cried for his friend, cried for his team-mate, cried for his brother, for his lost innocence and cried for the fact that there would be no happy ending for Finn Hudson.
They went to him, a group of people, all feeling the same sense of loss, but it was only Blaine who could break through the haze, only Blaine's voice who penetrated the fog in his mind. Blaine's gentle voice in his ear, urging him to stand, Kurt allowing himself to be led to the car, being driven home, lead to his room, undressed, lain on his bed. Burt, allowing Blaine to close the door, to join Kurt, his fiancé in his bed. Blaine holding him through the night as he slept and sobbed, waking with him in the early morning dawn, still holding him, kissing his red, swollen, tear-stained face. Taking him to the shower, washing his body and hair, dressing him again, making him eat breakfast. Taking him to the one place, he knew Kurt needed to be.
Sitting with him in the morning chill of an late Spring morning as he shared his memories of Finn, his fingers tracing the letters engraved into the stone.
Here lies Finn Hudson
Son, friend, Brother
Our Superman.