In My Place

Hi guys, please keep reviewing because I like to know what you think. Chapter 2 is longer because I purposely wanted to end chapter 1 were it ended :D Here goes...


Kurt threw his box of belongings in to his car, he'd kept everything in his car until he was sure what to do and where to go, but he'd collected everything from Rachel's house and placed it in an empty box. Rachel gave him one last hug, which Kurt effortlessly returned, and off he went. He might not be sure of how things were going to end up but at least he didn't have to be in the way of the Berry family anymore. He was going to move in with his Aunt Clara and her husband, Ben.

A week later:

Kurt had actually been fine, his Auntie was loving and caring and they all sat down for family meals, but it was Ben he'd made a friend in. Ben lost his Dad when he was around the same age as Kurt so he tried to help him, all though his words of advice didn't really work sometimes, it was easy for Kurt to make a connection and know somebody was making an effort. Kurt wasn't fine mentally however.

"Hey Kurt, you've hardly ate anything recently, you okay?" His Auntie stared at his folk in hope he'd pick it up.

"Hm." Replies like this had been all anyone would get since Burt died.

"You know Kurt, Clara suggested John Anderson to you, I know at this time you hate people throwing things in your face about what you should and shouldn't do but I honestly think he could be good for you, why don't you go and see him, he might be good for talking, sometimes it's nice just to talk."

Kurt looked as though he was getting tired and bored of all the nagging but actually, he was listening, he considered every word.

Kurt sat in his car flipping the card over. He'd given John a call to tell him he could be dropping by and John was really encouraging him to go and see him. He stared up at the little building, which didn't look big enough to handle his life story, the little sign on the door with John's details on were clearly starting to fade, but then Kurt thought about other things. His Dad would want him to talk to somebody, his Dad would force him to go and just talk but he wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to do as long as he gave it a go. That's what Kurt did.


"Hi Kurt, we spoke on the phone?"

"Hm"

"Okay, just take a seat here and we'll begin."

It was awkward, Kurt had sat down across from John and regretted coming in but as John was explaining about talking in his own time, Kurt felt more comfortable.

"How about you start with what has pushed you to coming here today, Kurt"

"Because that would mean explaining my whole life."

"That's completely fine Kurt, you can explain whatever you want, I'm here to listen and see what I can do, just give it a try, I'm not gonna go and shout your story from the roof tops now am I?"

Kurt nodded and began.

"Well, My Mum died when I was nine, she had cancer and my parents tried to hide that from me for a while until it was too much. My life from there just changed, I started being more miserable but I realised that life goes on and my Dad was really good. Then school became an issue, I got bullied because I came across as different and now look at me, I'm a mess but the reason they were bullying is because I was gay, I always got little jokes and digs but obviously they were going to turn worse as I got older. Then now, back to recently, my Dad had a heart attack and he urm, h-he passed away."

"Kurt, It must have been and obviously, it still is awful, I know this isn't what you want to hear but we must get you through this, I know at the minute you might be in shock, you might be struggling to let go but I promise that me and you can work together and get your life back on track."

"It is what I want to hear, I'm just gonna find it hard to do it." Kurt felt tears building up but built a wall so they wouldn't come out.

"Of course you will! Everyone does, now, we need to talk more into your life at the minute, how have you been mentally and physically?"

"Well, I've not been sleeping, crying a lot, throwing up all the time and I'm not eating, I find it hard to keep it down."

"And what about self harming?"

"No."

Kurt had lied on purpose, he didn't want attention from it but when he had bad thoughts sometimes and wanted to go and kill himself, he thought about his life, how people did actually care so cutting his wrist was the only thing which could stop thoughts of taking his own life and getting rid of his pain at the same time.

"Okay Kurt, last thing for today, what about your family, who's around, who isn't?"

"Well, right now, I can't stand to be at school but I'm staying with my Dad's sister, Clara and her husband, Ben."

"Do you like it there?"

"Yes, I do, I have always loved my Aunt Clara because she was friends with my Mum and she was the only one who stuck around, and Ben, he's been really helpful, he's been talking to me and telling me that it's nice to have somebody to talk to, he went through the same thing as me, losing his dad I mean, it was when he was around the same age as me and that's when I decided to talk to you."

"Well, Ben is right, I think he could be as helpful as me Kurt, keep talking to him as well as me."

"I will do."

"Do you think today has been successful or not?"

"I think this has been the first time I've been able to tell someone my story properly and I think this is the most I have spoken to somebody since."

"Well, how about you do this on a regular basis, it could help you just to let it all out when things get too heavy for you to handle."

"Okay."

"How about every Tuesday three until four o'clock can be your slot and you have my number and email address for anything else, please call me if you feel you need to talk any other time when it's not a Tuesday."

Kurt got up to shake John's hand and left the office. He sat in his car and thought about what happened.


"Hey honey, where have you been?" Clara smiled in hope she'd get one in return; she wasn't lucky.

"I went to see John Anderson."

"Really? Honey, I'm proud of you, how did it go?"

"I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder."

"I told you it would be good for you!"

She hugged him and squeezed his arms, even though she had only just got herself sorted, she was proud because that is what Burt would have wanted his son to say.


Kurt visited John for three more weeks, one was an emergency call when he didn't feel good, but that was the first week and he just felt kind of claustrophobic, but not with room or anything, his mind and his thoughts. The other two times were after this, they were actual appointments which were going really well; he'd been stopping for a coffee on the way and then going to his appointment.

Today was Tuesday, it was twenty past two and he was dressed smartly and ready to go, the first time he'd got dressed decently since after the funeral.

He pulled up on the car park, made sure his shirt was buttoned up properly and left the car today would be a good day.


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