A/N: Hello everyone! Finding Light is back with Chapter 2. It's a bit shorter than Chapter 1, but it's mainly focusing on Burt and getting help for Kurt, although Kurt is involved in this chapter. I woke up to several follows and favorites on this story, and I really do appreciate everyone who's viewed, favorited, or followed it so far.

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Burt sighed softly, looking up at the large sign. The building stood tall and he bit his lip, smoothing a hand over his ball-cap before walking in. He looked around the waiting room. It was quiet, to say the least. There was a woman, probably in her mid-thirties and beside her sat a younger boy, probably a teenager around Kurt's age.

He'd lied to Kurt. He didn't have work that day. After the previous internet search he'd made, he couldn't get the sight of the supposed diagnosis from his mind. Depression. Was it even possible? Looking at Kurt from the outside, at least before his sophomore year, you would see a happy, go-lucky kid who loved life and while he did have person battles, he also spent his time emerging himself in what made him happy, and Burt was extremely proud of his son. His sophomore year was a different story. Kurt was more withdrawn, shy, and spent most of the time in his room. While his grades were still okay, they'd dropped, and Burt didn't want something that he could prevent or at least help to rule Kurt's life in the worst way possible.

"Sir?"

He glanced up to the woman at the front desk, realizing he'd been lost in his own thoughts. "Oh, sorry. Um.." He didn't know how to approach it. "I.. I guess I came because I'm worried about my son." He didn't want to give too much information away, but he needed to know what was going on.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry sir. What's wrong?"

He takes a deep breath. "I think he's depressed. He's just not himself anymore and I looked it up and all his symptoms or whatever pointed to depression. And I know he's not exactly running to ask him for any help, so.. I just wanted to set up an appointment." He looks up, seeing a sympathetic look run across her face before she nods, settling back into professional mode and typing a few things in on the computer in front of her.

"Of course. I understand your concern-"

"Burt. Burt Hummel."

"Well, Mr. Hummel, I do understand your concern. We have an appointment with our therapist open for next week. Wednesday afternoon, if that's okay?"

Burt nods. He'll take any appointment he can get at this point. He'll get one of the assistants to run the shop for the day without hesitation, if that's what it'll take to help his son.

"Yeah, yeah. That's fine. What time?"

"Three O'Clock. We have a early morning appointment as well, but.. I think you'd rather have the afternoon appointment?" She poses it as more of a question, glancing up at Burt.

"Oh, yeah. That's fine. Thanks." He watches as she nods, taking the small card in his hand, glancing down where the appointment place, date, and time were printed across the card in glaring print.

"No problem, Mr. Hummel. Have a nice day."

He nods, turning and making his way out of the building, climbing into his trunk, placing the small card in his pocket, looking out the window. He absolutely hated going behind Kurt's back, but there was nothing else to do. Kurt definitely wasn't going to tell him, and he wanted his son to be healthy and happy. And if that took visit a therapist for an evaluation, then that's what he would do.

He started the car, intent on heading back home immediately. He buckled up, driving home. He'd had a good mechanic of his run the shop for the day. With the knowledge in his mind that this might just be real, he was determined to go home and see how Kurt was doing.

He arrived home just twenty minutes later, making his way into the house. He looked around, confused. The television hadn't been touched and neither had anything in the kitchen. He made his way downstairs quietly, peeking into the room and automatically knowing why. Kurt was in bed, sound asleep. He watched as Kurt shifted in his sleep and Burt made his way over next to the bed, draping one of the thinner blankets over his son. He looked back once more as he left the room, walking quietly up the stairs.

They had leftovers in the fridge and other things for dinner, and Burt knew Kurt probably wouldn't be too happy if he woke up to the house burning down. He kicked off his boots, settling down into the chair in front of the television, flipping it on to the sports channel, watching intently as the highlights of some game was on. He couldn't help that his mind was racing. Any parent in their right mind would be worried if their child suddenly developed the attitude Kurt had. He felt like he couldn't talk to his son without being worried about Kurt snapping or becoming upset and locking himself in his room for any extended period of time. Whatever was going on, he just wanted to help his son become the happy boy he used to be.

Kurt opened his eyes and blinked slowly. He rolled over, suddenly noticing the thin blanket that hadn't been there when he went to sleep. His dad was home, he concluded, as soon as he heard the sports highlights on the television upstairs. Which means his dad knew that he'd done nothing but sleep that day. He sat up, grabbing his phone off the nightstand beside his bed, checking the time. It was only one in the afternoon, and he was suddenly confused as to why his dad was home two hours before he said he would be. He stood up, running his fingers through his hair and walked upstairs, slowly, peeking around to the living room before sitting down gently, crossing his legs and wringing his fingers together.

"You're home early." Kurt observes.

Burt looked over, nodding. "I am. I.. I guess the guy didn't need help after all. He said his car was up and running fine. I think it might have just been a gas issue, or something was clogged. Had another guy look at it and they cleared everything up."

He watches as Kurt looks suspicious for a few seconds before nodding, his eyes clouding over. His expression was practically nothing but sadness.

"I.. I was going to turn on my movie but I was really tired. Ended up falling back asleep." He shrugs.

Burt frowned, but nods. "I figured that's what happened. We have plenty in the kitchen for lunch."

"I'm not hungry." Kurt said immediately. "I ate that granola bar. I'll eat something in a little while. I'll probably just have an early dinner or something."

Loss of appetite, Burt notes. "Yeah, sure. That's fine. I figured."

Kurt nods, biting his lip as he notices the sports highlights still playing on the television. "Well, I'm just going to go back to my room. Maybe lay around for a little while. I'll put my headphones on and play some music or something."

"Oh, I'm not really watching TV. You can put your musical on if you want to. I don't mind."

"No, dad, really. It's fine. I skipped my moisturizing routine last night because I was just exhausted. I should probably catch up on that." Burt nods, watching as Kurt leaves the room, taking notice of his slumped shoulders. He sat back on the couch as he heard Kurt's door close, running a hand over his face. This wasn't going to be easy, but he wanted Kurt to be happy, and would do anything for his son to be just that.