Author note: Hey guys! It's been a while since I wrote anything worthy of being on here, and even now I'm not sure it's worthy. This was a random idea that came to me one day and I've been writing for a while. I have more of it already written, and I will upload it if I get enough reviews or follows. I don't want to be a 'I-need-reviews-person' but, I really don't know if I like this story…

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters in it... I wish I did...!

Reunited

Kurt Hummel woke up, greeted by the sun shining through his window. At this time of the year, the weather in New York City was great and he enjoyed spending time wandering around the city, looking at Broadway show venues and sitting in Central Park. He would often sit and stare at groups of people and play a game he called 'I think they think'. It was when you looked at someone and thought up what you think they were thinking off… He lay in bed thinking about the day ahead and sighed, he probably wouldn't be doing anything important. He got out of bed and grabbed his clothes, walking to the bathroom to shower and change.

Once he was ready for the day, which normally took between half hour and two hours, he headed downstairs, looking in the fridge for something to eat. His father hadn't been shopping since two weeks ago and he was starting to run out of food to eat so he left it. As he turned, he noticed a note propped up on the kitchen counter. It was no surprise to him as this was the 6th day this week he had found a note and it was starting to become a regular occurrence for him. Picking it up he read:

Kurt,

Have to work, make sure dinner is ready for when I'm home. It's not like you will be doing anything else as no one wants to be friends with someone like you. If you go out, don't buy anything as it will only be my money you will be spending, don't talk to anyone you don't know and don't get into any trouble. I know I tell you this everyday but you don't ever understand when I tell you so I have to repeat and drill it into that thick head of yours. Same story with the house rules… Don't go into my room, don't use the television, phone or computer, don't invite anyone in and don't make a mess. Also, if you insist on singing those stupid songs, keep it down. I don't like the peace of the house being ruined.

Don't forget to have dinner ready.

Dad

Kurt knew what his dad, Ray Hummel, had meant when he said that he would have nothing to do because of who he was. Ray hated him for the fact that he was gay and to Kurt's annoyance, he had only found out because he had followed Kurt out one day and saw him holding hands with a boy he had met whilst roaming the city. That night, when Kurt had gotten home, Ray had kicked off, shouting and screaming until he had completely lost it and punched Kurt so hard, he left a large bruise that covered his eye and most of his left cheek. So, one of the reason's Kurt was happy he had found the note was because it meant it was another full day without his father there. Another day where his father wouldn't be there telling him how disappointing he was and how much he had ruined his life by making the decision to be homosexual.

In Ray's eyes, Kurt had been one big disappointment. When he was three, he had asked his Dad for a pair of sensible heels and it was then that Ray knew there would be nothing he could do. He made sure Kurt knew how disappointing he was on a daily basis and when Kurt turned 13 and came out to Ray, he warned him never to tell anyone what he was. He would make Kurt stay in his room whenever friends came over in case he told one of them accidently and ruined his reputation. When Kurt was 14, he couldn't take the sneers and remarks anymore and tried to kill himself, slitting his right wrist 4 times. Ray had found him before it was too late and gotten him to the hospital. When he had gotten home, Ray got drunk and then got angry at him and that's when the worst abuse started. Ray would punch him every time he was drunk, which quickly became every night. He told Kurt it was because he needed to erase the image of seeing his son bleeding to death, but Kurt knew he would drink so it gave him an excuse to hit him. Ray never let Kurt go to school and so as a distraction and to keep him quiet, Ray started buying Kurt cigarettes for him to smoke when he was at work, a pack of twenty a day. At first Kurt was reluctant and a pack would last him a week as he would only smoke one if he was stressed or if he had just been beaten up but, after a while and by the age of 15, Kurt was addicted to cigarettes.

Kurt placed the note in the bin and smiled as he picked up the fresh pack of 20. He knew by smoking the cigarettes he was breaking the law but he only smoked them in the back garden and they didn't have neighbours so it didn't bother him. Kurt made his way to the backyard and sat on the step, the sunlight hurting his eyes from the small blow to the head he had gotten the night before. He opened the cigarettes and lit one, taking a long drag on it and sighing. Sitting in the peace of the garden he realised, he had turned 16 a few days ago and he hadn't received anything from his father. He hadn't thought about it then as he was just glad he had gotten one year older and crept one year closer to freedom but, now he thought about it, he didn't really care. His relationship with his dad had gotten that low that he hadn't received any presents and he didn't want any.

Kurt finished the cigarette and stood, walking back into the house but something stopped him. The note he had read this morning had been different. There had been a slight change to what was written and he mentally kicked himself for not noticing before. Out of all the notes he had received this week, this was the only one that told him not to go into Ray's room. He had never been told this before and the thought had never really crossed his mind but, now it had been written that he wasn't allowed, he wanted to. It was like telling him not to push a button; he was going to push it.

Stood outside the bedroom door he paused. When he opened this door, he was forcing himself to learn more about the man who had made his life misery. The man who had driven him to attempted suicide. He took a deep breath and pushed on the door sliding delicately into the room.

Ray's room was a mess with clothes and other various items thrown everywhere. It looked like someone had broken in and ransacked the room taking no care about what was thrown about but, Kurt knew that wasn't the case and that was how his father had chosen to live. He walked in further and looked at the walls. They were lined with photographs but one photo caught Kurt's attention the most. It was a picture of Ray with another man which, according to the plaque below it, was Burt Hummel. Ray was holding a baby who was grabbing Burt's thumb with its tiny fingers. It was dated to a couple of months after Kurt had been born. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief… it meant somewhere in the world, he had an uncle and cousin. He wondered what they were like and if Burt was anything like his father. He turned and noticed a desk that was scattered with paper. He walked over carefully and noticed something that caught his eye. It was a letter from the man in the photo. The last Kurt knew, Ray's family had disowned him after Kurt's mum had gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Shortly after he was born, his mum had left and Ray was left a single father. Kurt hesitated as his hand hovered over the letter. He slowly picked up the letter, noticing his hands were shaking and took a deep breath reading the date. It was dated when Kurt was six. He gulped as he read on:

Ray,

What do you want from me? I buried my wife today and my son should have been there. He should have been there the past year when she was struggling with cancer. He should have been there the past six years and been brought up by me and his mum! What do I have to give you so I can have him back? I want my Kurt back…

Kurt froze, nausea rushing through him. He looked from the letter to the picture of Ray and Burt and gasped. That man wasn't his uncle at all, it was his dad. He dropped the letter and ran, making it to the bathroom just in time to get his head over the toilet and threw up pure bile. He pulled back and leant against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and sobbing. He couldn't believe it, Ray had lied to him for 16 years and he wasn't really his dad. He got up and stumbled to the kitchen, his cheeks wet with tears. He looked into the fridge again this time getting some soft spread cheese out and making himself a sandwich. He ate it quickly; his movements slow his brain overworking. Once he had finished, he walked to the liquor cabinet that Ray had forbidden him to touch. He looked in and searched for something familiar. He found a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and he knew what it was because it was Ray's favourite. He grabbed a small tumbler and ashtray and walked into the lounge. He took a seat on Ray's chair and sighed to himself; he was overcome with shock and didn't know how to react. His whole body felt numb. He slowly poured a glass of whiskey and took a swig, hissing as the alcohol slid down his throat. He leant back and grabbed the TV remote. He had clearly been told not to use the TV but he didn't care anymore. He turned it on and let it play, not really paying attention to what was on the screen. He pulled his cigarettes from his jeans and lit one, taking a long deep drag on it. He gave a hollow laugh; this is exactly what Ray will do when he gets home. Sit down, eat dinner, drink, smoke, get drunk and hit Kurt. He took another deep breath and allowed fresh tears to flow from his eyes. They were mainly tears of happiness because now he had a reason to leave… A reason to end Ray's reign of terror.

By the time Ray had gotten home from work, Kurt had drunk a third of the bottle of whiskey and smoked all of his cigarettes. "Kurt" Ray shouted, "Why isn't dinner ready and why does the house smell like smoke". Kurt had been in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he heard the call that made his blood curl. He stumbled to the living room, unsteadily facing his uncle. He smirked, "I don't know Dad or should I say Uncle Ray". Shocked flashed across the older man's face before it contorted into rage, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO INTO MY ROOM". Kurt was past hearing him yell, "It's a good thing I did Uncle Ray" he slurred, "Cause now I know the truth. Now I can get out of this stinking house and find my dad". Ray was in front of Kurt in seconds and his fist collided with the side of the young porcelain face.