Felt So Close
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns Glee!
Kurt's POV
"Kurt, Blaine's here!" Carole yelled up to my room. I asked her to call him because I was still upset from Jean's funeral.
"Thanks! You can send him up." I called to her. I was lying on my bed, trying no the any tears out. I haven't been this upset since my mother's funeral. It felt so close to my mom's funeral. I've been so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize Blaine was here.
"Babe, are you okay?" he asked. I shook my head and let a couple tears out. Blaine laid next to me and spooned me so that I was in his arms and my heads on his chest. "It's okay, Kurt. Just let it out. I'm right here."
"It felt so close to my mom's funeral." I sobbed into his chest. I cried for a good hour and Blaine soothed me and rubbed my back. "Sorry you had to see that."
"Kurt because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean you have to hide your tears from me." He soothed me and brushed my hair back from my eyes.
"It just felt so close to my mother's funeral and it took everything I had not to cry there. I wanted to appear strong for Sue." I told him and nuzzled my face deeper into his chest. I'm not strong as you."
"Yes, you are, Kurt. Now, shhh. No more of this talk. If you want, you can tell me about your mom." Blaine suggested.
"Alright. She was very kind, loved to bake, and loved to shop. Whenever I felt down, she would make me healthy cookies. She would take me to the mall and buy me products that were trendy. Well, when I was eight, my mom and I were getting back from the mall and this drunk driver hit us. I remember crying for my mom because I was scared and hurt, but she didn't answer. So the ambulance arrived and took us to the hospital. Luckily, I wasn't injured, but they kept me unconscious for a day to be sure. The next day, I asked the doctor were my mom is and he said, 'Son, I'm sorry, but your mama didn't make it.' It was like my whole world came crashing down." I said with tears running down my face.
"Oh, Kurt. I'm so sorry." Blaine sympathized.
"I know it was nine years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I try to stay strong about it, but it gets really hard not to cry. Don't get me wrong. I love having Carole around, she can't replace her." I grabbed the picture of my mom that was beside my bed. "This would be her." I showed him.
"You guys look alike. I would have loved to meet her." Blaine said, looking at the picture.
"She would have loved to meet you, too." I reassured him. Blaine put the picture back on the night stand and sat up so his back was against the head board. I looked up and he pecked my lips. "What was that for even though I'm not complaining?"
"Another way to make you feel better. Do you feel better?" he asked me.
"I do. Thanks for coming, Blaine. It really means a lot to me." I said, smiling a little.
"Anytime, hun. I'm going to go before my mom starts to worry." Blaine tried to get up, but I held onto him tighter. "Kurt, what's wrong?"
"I just need the comfort of my boyfriend right now." I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. Blaine held me tighter and kissed my hair.
"I love you." Blaine murmured in my ear.
"I love you, too." And with that, I fell asleep. I'm glad Blaine was here. He made me feel better.