The title is inspired by this quote So... from now on... when you think of me... just remember that I could've been the best thing you ever had. "I- I can't Kurt. I'm not a fag!" Kurt jumped back as if he had been scalded, the searing pain emanated from the speaking of that word almost making it seem like he had in fact, been burnt. "This is stupid Kurt, you cant keep trying to do this! I don't love you Kurt, I don't even like you and I never will. I'm not gay!" Finn stood confidently in front of him, an air of arrogance surrounding his posture as his words sunk in deep, pulling at the smaller boys heartstrings until they snapped. "What the hell did you just say to my kid!" The small counter-tenor just shook violently in place, tremors wracking his body. He didn't even move to glance at his red-faced father at the stairs or at Carole Hudson standing no less than two feet behind, her face morphed into something between pure terror, and shame. Finn's face changed to resemble his mothers, but Kurt had already figured out by this point that he didn't mean it. Those two seconds of pride that he had shown when telling Kurt that he wasn't a fag would forever be burned into the smaller boys memory. "Finn." The larger Hummel spoke, being the first to take action in the seriousness of the situation, "Pack your stuff. You and your mom can't stay here anymore." Kurt's body wracked with sobs, letting loose all the emotion he had been trying to hold in. He had prayed that this wouldn't happen. Not again. He had tried his hardest to control himself, his feelings, so another Faggygate exactly like the first one wouldn't happen. But sadly, here it was, unravelling right in front of his eyes. "No," He spoke under his breath. "No." He made a split second decision and bolted up the stairs full force, ignoring the sympathetic and worried glances the three other people shot him as he ran. He just had to get out, now. "Burt." Carole spoke as the larger Hummel tried to run upstairs after his son, "He needs to be alone right now okay? Just give him time." She smiled as he physically relaxed, only for everyone to tense up as an ear-shattering snapping noise resounded above them. Burt bolted up the stairs, an astounded Carole in his wake and Finn following close behind her. When he came upon the guest bedroom he ripped the door open, as if he knew that's exactly where the noise had came from. And as they all glanced upon none other than Kurt Hummel laying on the floor with a bullet hole in his left side of his chest and a revolver in his hand, Finn thought that maybe Burt knew all along. "Finn, call 911."
So, should I write more or leave it a one shot? Lemmie know. Also, if you're for continuing let me know if you think Kurt should die or not. I already have the next chapter planned if i should continue, but you guys may be able to sway me. Thanks R&R! 3
