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"So, Burt, I know you said to wait and everything, but this is big news. You sure you don't want to tell Kurt?" Blaine asked.
Both he and Burt were driving back from one of Burt's many hospital appointments in Columbus. Blaine made sure to keep on his promise to Kurt and go with Burt to every appointment, no matter when or where.
This one was particularly late at night, but bore good news.
Burt's heart was getting stronger and healthier, and the cancer cells were decreasing dramatically.
Blaine was ecstatic when the doctor delivered the news and wanted nothing more than to call Kurt and tell him. But Burt just chuckled and told him to wait. He wanted to tell him himself and in person too. But, he also wanted to make sure. He didn't want to get Kurt's hopes up and then everything go bad again. He can't put his boy through that heartache.
Burt sighed and stretched his fingers from gripping the steering wheel. The pair had stopped for a quick bite to eat, and were now on the way back home, "I know its important kid, and I know Kurt should know. But I think letting Kurt know this early on, without being sure, is gonna do more harm than good."
"I know what you're saying and I understand, but," Blaine sighed, and mumbled, "I just think Kurt deserves a little good news for a change." He turned away from Burt and just looked ahead.
Burt turned to look over at the boy who he'd come to think of as his own son. Even after him and Kurt broke up, Blaine always kept in contact, abet shyly at first. But things between the two seemed to be going good, and Burt was immensely happy about that.
Burt broke his train of thought when a cough racked through his body. A painful one at that.
"Look Blaine," another cough, "I know you care about Kurt, but trust me. I know..." Burt trailed off when his breathing became a bit to difficult. He coughed again.
Blaine looked over immediately, "Burt, what is it?"
Burt just shook his head and tried to blink out the spots in his vision. He tried gasping out breaths but it didn't work.
"Burt, calm down. You just have to breathe." Blaine said calmly, when internally, he was freaking out. He knew that when someone was having an attack, no matter what kind, it's best not to panic, "Burt, you need to pull over. Get off the road and take a breath."
Burt's breathing got worse and worse, and seconds later, he was panting. Blaine tried to calm him down, but the reassurances did nothing. Next thing he knew, Burt's eyes slipped close and he foot pressed the accelerator as he limply fell forward.
"Burt!"
Blaine reached over the middle counsel and gripped the steering wheel, and tried to move Burt's leg with his other hand, "Crap!"
He had basically climbed on top the counsel, but he couldn't get any further.
The car was slowly gaining more speed.
70...
75...
"Burt! Wake up!"
80...
Blaine looked down and tried to push Burt's foot off the gas, but then...
HOOOONK
Blaine's breath left his throat and he looked up and saw a pair of headlights just about a mile in front of them...
Head on...
He's in the wrong lane...
Blaine looked down.
90...
He looked at Burt, the man who was more of a father to him than his own. The man who accepted him, loved him, cared for him.
I'll look after him Kurt. I promise your dad will be okay with me. Don't worry.
Blaine took a deep breath...
Don't worry...
95...
He gripped the steering wheel of the truck and swerved it...
BREAKING NEWS
Carol looked up from the book she was reading when she noticed the show she was watching, only for some background noise, abruptly change to the news. She looked at the clock, It's not time for the news yet... She shrugged and looked back down at the book.
She reached for her glass of water on the nightstand...
...2010 CHEVY collided with an 18-wheeler. The two victims were brought...
Carol gasped and dropped the glass, causing it to shatter on floor. She looked up with panicked eyes, hoping she heard wrong.
Unfortunately, she didn't.
On the small, bedroom television screen was her husband's truck, all mangled and twisted. The truck that was on it's way from coming back from a doctor's appointment. The truck that not only held her love, but also of the boy she had grown to love as a son.
...Passenger side took most of the brunt force of the collision...
A/N: For some reason, I just couldn't put this into words. It doesn't seem right. But maybe that's just me because I'm really out of practice! And it's short, sorry about that.
But yeah, I've had this idea for a while and finally figured I'd do something about it.
In advance warning, this will have to do with religion. I'd appreciate if I didn't receive any hate or shaming or anything like that. Also, NO CHARACTER DEATH! Just throwing that out there..
Nobody likes an asshole.
I'm not trying to cause controversy or anything, if you don't like it, don't read it. You can press that little arrow just like everyone else.
Now that that's out of the way, this story should be relativity short, 4 chapters-ish? Something like that.
Long A/N too... sorry ^^"
See you soon though, my lovelies!