Chapter 2: We miss you, Mr. Schue
-Kurt Hummel-Thompson-
I leaned forward and patted Puck's back whenever he cried.
It was the first time he'd ever shown any weakness, but Lord, he was a pretty cryer.
I held Sam's hand.
He squeezed with support.
I smiled sadly.
I looked across at Rachel, who was crying her eyes out, but still waved, and then Mercedes, who had her head buried in Joe's shoulders.
We had all lost the best man that we had ever experienced. He had made losers and populars friends.
He had actually made some of the most popular kids sing.
He had brought us together as a family.
"Kurt Hummel." The DVD said.
I looked up, and Sam patted my back.
"Go." He said, quietly.
I stood, walking over to the TV.
"Kurt. Oh Kurt. You're the first of the six that I started off with. As soon as I heard your voice-Mr. Cellophane-I knew that you were truly full of talent."
I started to cry.
"Kurt, Defying Gravity was really your break-out into the club. This club helped you so much, helping you reveal yourself to more than just you."
I nodded, looking with tear-stricken eyes up at the TV.
"Kurt, you have changed this club so much too. You always mattered, no matter what you thought. You always deserved a solo. And you're always going to be the one who stood up and defied gravity. And you were never afraid. So I pulled so strings and I got you an interview for a fashion magazine here."
Oh My God.
"Because I remember you telling me about how it was your dream job."
I was hardcore crying now.
"Kurt, good luck. I know between you and Mercedes's talk, I know you will."
I looked up.
"Also, I left you some money for you and Sam to go on a trip. To New York." Mr. Schue said.
Oh my God, he was just listening to my prayers.
"Goodbye Kurt. Don't ever let anyone hold you down." He said, with a smile.
Crying, I walked back to my seat.
"Thank you, Mr. Schue." I said, silently, and Sam embraced me in his arms.
-END OF CHAPTER 2-