Hiya again guy's, :D Ahhkkkk! Season 2 is staring soon! I'm so excited. I've been going though Glee Withdrawal ;)
So here's Chapter 2 I'll update again next Saturday. And I should be able to write more often because I just got a laptop! Yay!
Finn's P.O.V
"Kurt! Finn! It's almost noon, wake-up!" Burt called down the stairs.
I rolled over and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The night had been full of happy, peaceful dreams that I couldn't quite recall, but a light whisper still echoed in my mind. Goodbye Love… I groaned as I stretched my arms over my head arching my back. Relaxing slightly I stared at the ceiling, basking in the sun that pored though the basement windows.
Burt had let me move back in after the whole re-decoration fiasco, all thanks to Kurt. He'd told his dad about my unorthodox method apologizing. When Burt saw my Lady Gaga dress he had laughed heartily and said that he was impressed. After that everyone seemed a lot happier, Kurt had even agreed to help me with my singing over the summer.
It took me a bit to realize it, but I was really lucky to have as great of a friend as Kurt…Speaking of him, why hadn't he beat me with a pillow, for not getting up, yet? I hadn't heard any movement from his bed that I could recall. Is he still asleep?
I rolled over and looked at my near-stepbrothers bed in confusion, it was empty. I sat up and looked around, my brow furrowing; his whole side of the room was bare, except for a bright pink envelope and Kurt's cell phone on the night stand.
That's strange, I thought, he doesn't even go to the bath room without his phone. Just as that thought crossed my mind the phone buzzed. I sat up on my bed, untangling myself from the sheets and picked the phone up to read the message,
Hey, wake ur lazy butt up and text me back! Don't make me come over there. :(
It was from Mercedes, I scrolled though his inbox finding three other unread messages from her. The earliest one was from eleven and it said;
Wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty, how 'bout a shopping spree? =)
The next one was form a few minutes later.
Kurt, you there?
And the next,
If u don't answer me, imma digitally take you to the carpet. ;)
I put the phone back onto the night stand, and looked around the room, not noticing emptiness of Kurts half.
"Kurt?" I called quietly.
No reply, "Kurt!" I called a little louder. Still no reply, I felt distress prickle at the base of my spine, something was wrong. I looked around and gasped noticing the bare Vanity in the corner, and the rest of Kurt's side which was equally empty.
The phone buzzed again and I glanced at it, my stomach clenched once a spotted the envelope once again. I shoved the phone to the side and grasped the thick pink paper praying it wasn't what I knew it would be.
The envelope felt cool to the touch with a glossy smooth texture that my fingers -sweaty with dread and panic- slipped on.
I tore at the top, opening it harshly and tugged out the two sheets of pale grey paper that had been folded in half. The words, To Everyone, were written with blue ink in a quick scrawl that was unmistakably Kurts.
I hesitantly unfolded the paper and began to read. It wasn't a suicide note thank God, but it was almost as terrible. With each line I read the more confused and upset I became. I read it though almost six times, quietly uttering the disheartening words aloud before it finally sank-in.
A sickening sense of realization came upon me as I put the pieces together. Kurt had been a little off the last few days, jumpy. Yesterday I had asked Kurt where his scarves were so I could borrow one for my date with Rachel, and he had a hissy fit.
*Flash Back
"Hey Kurt?" I called in his direction.
"Yeah?" he answered from the on-suit bathroom where he was fixing his make up.
"Where are all your scarves?" I asked with genuine curiosity.
The bathroom door immediately swung open and he glared at me angrily
"What do you mean? Did you go in my closet!" He gasped.
"Uh, no… Should I?"
"No!" He cried as I reached for the door knob.
"Um okay then…never mind." I said taking a step back from Kurt.
*End of Flash Back
I crossed the room to his closet, opened the door and gasped. Everything was gone. Not a single item of clothing hanging on the hangers.
He must have been packing for days, I thought, staring at the empty closet. His change in mood should have alerted me to what he was plotting. I had been too blind to see how much Kurt was hurting.
I can't believe he would do this. I can't believe I didn't realized what was going on, I thought.
I closed the closet door and leaned against it, sinking to the ground.
"Goodbye Love" that must have been what he said to me before he left, I concluded miserably, remembering the words that had floated peacefully though my dreams.
I should have woken up! Why didn't I wake up? I could have stopped him! I scolded my self as I began to tear-up.
I would have never expected Kurt to go to such drastic measures. I never knew he was so unhappy here. The bullying and taunting had grown less harsh sense I told off Karofsky and Azimo. We all got the odd Slushy Facial now and then, but Kurt hadn't been thrown in the dumpster for quite some time. It hadn't been enough to keep him form running to greater things I suppose.
How am I gonna tell Burt? I thought hopelessly.
I banged the back of my head against the closet door, listening to the dull thuds echo around the half empty room.
"Are you kids awake yet?" Burt called from up stairs again.
Oh man, Scrubbing my eyes with the back of my hand I stood and took one more look around the room and at the letter in my hand. I made my way upstairs with my head bowed in sadness and shame, mentally preparing my self to break the news to Burt.
I entered the kitchen and lifted my head momentarily, to take in who was where. My Mother stood by the stove spatula poised over a pan of what looked like grilled cheese sandwiches wile Burt was sitting at the breakfast bar, reading the paper and sipping his coffee from a mug that said Worlds Best Dad. Upon seeing the cup groaned internally and cursed the mug for making the situation even more painful.
I bowed my head again and waited a few moments before I cleared my throat to announce my presence.
"Good you're up and just in-time for lunch." Burt chuckled setting his mug back on the counter.
I opened my mouth to respond but no sound came out, I cleared my throat again and shuffled my feet nervously.
"Finn honey, are you alright?" asked my mother, noticing my disheartened look. I shook my head and swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Where's Kurt?" Asked Burt, concern and curiosity clear in his tone-of-voice.
Hear we go I thought.
"I…Kurt…he…uh…" I paused and took a deep breath to calm myself before continuing.
"H-he ran away." I finished my voice breaking slightly.
"What?" Burt said almost inaudibly.
I raised my eyes from my feet to meet his shocked, disbelieving ones and silently I handed Burt his sons' letter. He gazed at the writing on the front of the folded paper and paled, recognizing it as Kurts. Burt unfolded it and began to read wile my mom turned the stove off and moved read the letter over Burts shoulder.
I looked at my feet as I felt the tears pricking in my eyes once again. I can't believe he actually ran away, I thought this kind of stuff only happened on T.V, I thought as I tried to control my tears.
I looked at Burt and my mother, Burt was biting back tears just as I was, wile my mother let hers flow freely, clutching tightly to Burts hand.
The letter was so Kurt it was ridiculous, you could almost hear his award laugh that he had when he was nervous. You could almost see his sweet sympathetic smile as you read the slightly-untidy writing.
I recalled what he had written as I waited for Burt to finish.
Hi…
As you may have noticed, neither my self, nor my things are there. Well, there is a simple explanation for this, I have runaway.
Well not quite runaway, but I've more… run-to.
I know this is gonna be difficult for you, but I need you to try and understand… I need to do this. It's the only way I'm ever gonna get out of this crap town and get anywhere in life. It's the only way I'm gonna get what I want…what I need. So I'm going to follow in the footsteps of one of my idols and hope to hell it works out. You'll see my name in lights someday, I swear. I don't know how long that's gonna take but I'll get there.
Don't come looking for me pleas, and I beg you not to get the police involved, (My face on any billboards where I'm going will kill my chances at everything) I'll be alright on my own. Dad raised me to be independent so that's what I'm gonna do.
I have leant so much from everyone, and I will carry all the wonderful memories you have given me close to my heart. I hope you can all find it within your selves to respect my decision. Good luck with every thing; I love you and will miss you all greatly.
P.S: I'm sorry I stole the Car…but technically it is mine.
With all My Heart: Kurt Hummel.
Burt glanced up at me and wiped his eyes.
"What are we gonna do?" I asked him as I mopped my own burning tears away.
Burt sighed and stood up "Nothing." He murmured dejectedly.
Mom looked at him sharply and frowned.
"What!" I gasped in shock, "What do you mean nothing?"
Burt gazed at me miserably "We're gonna respect his decision. If it's what he really wants I'm gonna support him no matter how much it hurts." He explained.
I gaped at him incredulously. "Not when his 'Decision' is stupid!" I argued. "We don't even know where he's going!"
"Finn sweetie calm down" said my mother walking over to me and placing a cool hand on my shoulder, eyes shimmering with grief. "Burt is his father he knows what's best for his son."
"Look, Finn." Burt sighed. "He made his choice and I'm making mine, we're not going looking for him, and that's final!" He finished, his voice growing louder with every word as he stared me down, letting every bit of his authority clear in his words.
"Well it's the wrong choice!" I yelled, storming away from Burts tear streaked, angry face and my mother's cool comfort.
"Finn!" mom called after me, I didn't look back as I thundered down the stair back into the basement and threw myself onto my bed angrily. I tried my best not to look at Kurt's side of the room for fear of making me break down even more then I already had.
Kurts abandoned cell-phone on the bed side table buzzed harshly for a few seconds, indicating a missed call. I've gotta tell Mercedes…I've gotta tell everyone, I thought, shuttering.
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