A/N: Alright guys, due to the large amount of story alerts people have sent me on this, I assume that means you want more. So here is the second part of Angel By Your Side. I would love some feedback. I already have figured out what is happening to Burt, and you should find out in one of the next two chapters. I'll try to keep these chapters around this length, longer than the last one, but not too much longer than this. Let me know what you want to see! I've only got two chapters after this written out, so I'm open to any and all input. I hope you like this chapter.
Oh yeah, and as of this point in the story, Kurt and Blaine are just best friends, but they will eventually get together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Ryan still isn't sharing.
Enjoy and Always Remember to Smile!
"What? Finn what are you talking about?" Kurt couldn't help it, he started crying. For these words were the same ones Burt had used to tell his son about his mother when she "got sick." Kurt was scared. He couldn't lose his father too. It would kill him. Finn saw the tears and went into panic mode. Whenever Rachel would cry Finn would just fidget awkwardly until she stopped. But Rachel cried a lot. In all his years of knowing Kurt and seeing him be bullied and pushed aside, Finn had never seen him cry. And now that it was happening, Finn scrambled to find the words to make him stop.
"Kurt, please don't cry. Oh Kurt. Look, I'm sorry okay? I just thought that straight forward would be the best way." Finn, being a generally awkward person, didn't know how to comfort his brother, so he just shifted nervously in his seat.
"What's wrong with him?" Kurt asked, drying his face with his sleeve.
"They don't know. He came downstairs and just collapsed. My mom was there. She told me to keep you here, but she went with him. Kurt what can I do?" he was referring to the fact that Kurt seemed to hardly be listening, sobs wracked his body. His arms were wrapped around his stomach, as if he was somehow holding himself together. Finn didn't know how to deal with this. It was so out of control.
"Blaine." Kurt whispered, the tears streaming down his cheeks. Finn almost slapped his face with his hand. Of course. Who better to help Kurt than his best friend?
"Okay. I'm gonna go call him now. It'll be alright Kurt. Somehow." Finn clasped his brother's shoulder and stood to grab his phone. He explained the situation to Blaine quickly. When he told Blaine that Kurt was crying, he heard Blaine curse. Blaine promised that he was on his way and Finn returned to the living room.
"He's on his way." Kurt's tears lessened ever so slightly; knowing that Blaine would be there soon automatically calmed him. Yet still, the painful reality was setting in and Kurt couldn't try any harder than he already was to gain control. So he rose, and went to sit on the back porch, where memories of his family as they were in the past still existed, leaving Finn to sink into the couch, so unsure of everything.
Within ten minutes, Blaine arrived. Finn let him in and gave the boy a hug. If anyone could help his brother now it would be Blaine. But even Blaine seemed a little shocked at the fact that Kurt was crying.
"How is he?" Blaine asked Finn, his eyes silently demanding a truthful answer.
Finn sighed. "Rough. He's taking it real hard. I'm sure without a doubt it's bringing back losing his mom." Blaine's heart was filled with love for Kurt that much was shown on his face.
"And he's crying?" Blaine asked, breathing out shakily.
"Yeah. It really freaked me out. I've never seen him cry before. Ever." Finn said.
"I have. Once. After Karofsky kissed him. I met him at the Lima Bean and he fell apart. It shook me to my core. He was so broken. Kurt doesn't cry over just anything. He's strong. But he also holds a lot in."
"Doesn't it make you uncomfortable? Watching him cry?" Finn asked. Blaine turned to him, confused.
"Not at all. It makes me more uncomfortable when he holds it back and doesn't tell me. I would rather be there for him and let him cry than watch him put on a brave face to try to spare my feelings." Finn was taken aback at the obvious care and concern coming from Blaine's voice. Would he be willing to say the same for Rachel? Kurt and Blaine weren't even a couple, yet Finn felt his love paled in comparison when it came to the emotional side. Then he felt Blaine rise from the couch and heard him speak.
"Where is he?"
"Back porch." Finn sent Blaine outside, and watched from indoors, tears of his own rolling down his cheeks.
Kurt was staring out at the stars when he felt hands on his shoulders. When he turned, he was pulled into Blaine's arms. The smell of his best friend's cologne was instantly comforting. But even Blaine couldn't stop the tears. Kurt's walls fell down again and he laid his head on Blaine's shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. It'll be okay. It may not seem like it now, but it will all be okay." Blaine led him to the hanging swing and sat down with him, pulling Kurt close, almost into his lap. He rocked the swing back and forth until Kurt had almost cried himself to sleep in Blaine's arms. The night was turning a bit chilly, so Blaine pulled Kurt up and led him into the house. He gently pushed Kurt down on the bed and covered him with his favorite fleece blanket. Kurt stared up at the ceiling uncertainly, then stared at Blaine until he joined his friend on the bed. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt and held him until he drifted off to sleep. Then Blaine went to Kurt's desk, and wrote him a note. After slipping it under Kurt's right side pillow (where they always left each other notes), Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek and walked back upstairs, hitting the light off on his way.
When he reached the top, he found Finn on the phone. Blaine decided just to wait, and discuss with Finn what the next day would bring. Finn hung up the phone and turned to face Blaine, a horrorstruck expression on his face. Blaine felt the panic and fear sitting in a lump in his stomach, his mind instantly fearing the worst.
"That was the hospital." Blaine felt his own face grow white as Finn explained what the nurse had told him. It was so much worse than Blaine ever could have dreamt up.
"We can't tell Kurt. Not now. He's too broken." Blaine said. Finn dropped down into one of the kitchen chairs and buried his face in his hands. Blaine felt like doing the same, but he kept his cool for Finn's sake. But all his collectiveness went to the birds when he heard Finn's voice, so broken and confused.
"Why does it have to be so bad?" Finn whispered. "Kurt's going to die when he finds out."
