Author's Note: My orignal chapters were extremely short, so instead I've started combining a few. Once again thank you for the reviews, alerts, and faves.
Um... the thing about the combining of chapters is that means the funeral is either in the chapter after this or the one after that... I hope that's fine with everyone. Then we can get on with the healing of the loss.
KagomeGirl021 Actually that's what gave me the idea of this story, is thinking they would be good parents. I hated killing Annie though, I'm planning on having flash backs so everyone will know her personility and stuff anyways.
marli-slashs fan Are you including Kurt as an uncle? I felt that its something that Kurt would have done if really in this situation, I mean he's lost someone too. And we all know Burt can't really deny his son. I should stop trying to respond to your review, I'll end up giving stuff away :)
Disclaimer. Don't own Glee.
Warnings. There is death in this story, might trigger powerful emotions.
He leaned on the outside wall tears falling for his boyfriend and his boyfriend's grandma as he called his dad. After three rings Carol picked up. "Kurt honey you want me to come get you?"
"C-can you put dad on the phone?" Kurt shivered, trying to stop the tears.
"Kurt? What's wrong bud?"
"Dad... Can you come to the hospital? Annie... Blaine's sister. She died. They need help getting the funeral plans together they can't do it themselves. Can you? Please daddy?" Kurt asked, brushing aside the tears.
"On my way son. Of course I'll help." Kurt heard a car start and was grateful his dad cared so much. "I'll be there as soon as possible... What about the baby?"
"She's alive, prematurely but alive. Hurry dad. They need you." Kurt shook the cold getting through to him. his tearstained face didn't help.
"Okay bud, I love you. Go on inside the hospital. I'll call when I'm there." Burt ended the call and after a couple more deep breaths Kurt went inside the hospital, scowling at the too happy elevator music.
"Kurt. Annie is gone. What am I going to do?" Blaine asked as Gran left to sign papers.
"You will stay keeping yourself healthy for one, then you will show your gran and your niece you're here for them. They need you. But you don't have to do this alone." Kurt whispered into Blaine's curls. "You have me, and my dad here for you."
Blaine nodded just as Kurt's phone rang. "It's dad... Hello?... Good I'll be down in a moment... Blaine honey I'll be back quickly okay?"
Burt was already waiting by the elevators so Kurt just stepped aside so he could step in. Burt hugged his son tightly. "Bud you okay?"
"I have to be here for them. How can this happen to such sweet people? Annie was fine one moment then..." Kurt stopped, collecting his breath. "Just help them for me."
Burt nodded as they stepped out and Kurt led them to the maternity waiting room. Blaine was slumped in a chair and only looked up when Burt put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Blaine buddy, anything you need me to do for you, you're grandmother, or your niece, just know me and my whole family are here for you. For anything."
Blaine nodded, his eyes dull. He didn't really care at the moment, he wanted his sister back. Kurt sunk down next to Blaine, he was going to miss the girl as well, he couldn't believe this. When Gran came back in, still shaking and crying Kurt stood, helping her to a chair. "Dad this is Megan Anderson. Granny Meg, this is my dad, Burt."
"M'am, I'm here to help with anything you need. Tell me what you want to get done and I will get it done." Burt said, he knew what it was like to lose a loved one. "What would you like me to do first?"
"It's late. Or early. But in the morning can you call people? Tell them? I can't stand doing it myself." Gran asked. Burt nodded.
"Of course. And I think you both need some sleep. Do you live close by here?" Gran shook her head no. She only lived fifteen minutes from Lima, they were only in Westerville because Annie had some shopping she wanted to do at the mall. "Okay that's fine. I'm going to go find a hotel to book for you two."
Gran sighed, "I can't leave Arriana here."
Burt looked to Kurt for clarification, "The baby. Granny Meg me and Dad can stay here. If you want us to."
"No no honey. I guess we can all go somewhere to sleep for a few hours, when it gets a bit later in the morning we can come back." Gran said, even through her tears she didn't want anyone to miss out on sleep. "Burt do you mind if we go ahead and go with you, I don't really want to be stuck in this building any longer."
Burt nodded, helping her up and watching Kurt get Blaine up and the curly headed boy's jacket on. "Kurt we'll just take my car, Blaine's can stay here okay?"
Kurt nodded and the four went to the car, Blaine and Gran not even noticing. Blaine curled up against Kurt in the back seat, finding solace in the boy's arms. When they finally got the two in beds, and sleeping Burt hugged his son, "You holding in bud?"
Kurt nodded, "Yeah, I'm gonna be here for them, I really care for Blaine, his grandma's nice, the poor little baby is only a few hours old, how can this happen to them?"
Burt sighed, just when his son started reaching out towards god again something like this pulled him back. "Son, go on and get some sleep. You need it as well."
"No. I want to stay sitting right here watching my boyfriend sleep and wishing more then anything that this didn't happen."
Burt finally ended all the phone calls, they decided that Annie would have preferred cremation and they were just going to do services at their church. Which Burt helped them prepare. He even helped pick out the urn that would hold Annie's ashes.
Blaine leaned against Kurt as he held Arriana, the baby was so small they were worried, but the doctor assured she was fine. "She's going to look just like Annie isn't she?"
Kurt gave a soft smile, "Yes she is, she already has a headful of curls."
Blaine nodded and handed the baby back to the maternity nurse, "This is not how I wanted my winter break to be you know. I wanted to spend time with Gran and Annie, we were supposed to joke around about me getting a boyfriend, you was supposed to come over and Annie was supposed to be telling you embarrassing stories about me. I hate this."
"I know Blaine I know. Come on, we need to go get your gran from the church while my dad is planning the get-together after services." Kurt wrapped his arms around the shorter boy and they made to leave. Happy that the newborn was doing well and she was going to be released to go home a day before the memorial services.
Kurt drove Blaine's car with ease, Blaine still shaken, but it seemed as if he was holding up well. Gran was waiting for them and Kurt hastily got out to help her in the car. "Granny Meg where do you need us to go now?"
"Home dear. We need to go sort through Annie's things. She hasn't lived there long we were in the middle of turning her old room into a nursery so she was using the guest room." Gran said, Kurt looked in the rearview to see her eyes sparkling.
"Okay, I'll tell my dad that's where we are going, he can meet us there."
"Thank you dear. You've been so kind to us." Gran muttered, watching Kurt's hand find Blaine's over the console.
"I can't look through her stuff Blaine. I'm going to call work, tell them my situation. I should be able to get back to work when the term starts back up." Gran said, standing off the bed. Blaine nodded, his eyes glistening as he searched through some old pictures.
"Where does she work?" Kurt asked softly, opening the dresser drawers.
"She's a art teacher at the elementary school. How are we going to take care of Arriana?" Blaine asked as Kurt started putting the clothes in a box.
"I don't know honey." Kurt whispered, he didn't know at all but he wish he did.
Blaine nodded and laid on the bed, hugging a stuffed koala to him. "This was her's, when I was six, she was ten, I gave it to her. She's slept with it every night ever since. Even when she went off to a boarding school, or went to a friend's house, she always brought Kooky with her."
!Flashback!
"Annie! Gran said you were upset at me?" Blaine asked, confused as to why.
Annie, being ten was annoyed at her brother. "No. I just really wanted to wear that dress tomorrow at church and you ruined it because you're a clumsy brat."
Blaine's eyes widened, tears forming in them. "Annie I didn't mean to. I didn't! You scared me and I spilled my juice. I'm sorry. Look I got you something."
Annie turned to her brother, surprised he was holding a jumbo koala. He held it up and she took it ruffling his hair. "You're kooky you know that?"
"Me or the bear?" Blaine asked, glad Annie hadn't denied his gift.
"Both silly boy. This must have been all of your allowance." Annie hugged the bear though.
"It was. For the best couple weeks." Blaine smiled, Annie wasn't going to hate him forever.
Annie shook her head hugging her brother. "Well shall you walk me and Kooky back to my room? He wants a nap."
!Flashback Over!
Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, "We'll leave that one out then as we pack. What esle do you think we should leave out?"
Blaine looked over the room, it only had small touches of Annie to it. "Her baby blanket will be somewhere in here. I want to keep that as well."
Kurt nodded, closing the box and writing 'Annie's clothes' on it. He noticed that was all her clothes so he moved on to the dresser top, moving over touches that he knew were simply Gran's way of making the room look nice and picking up things that were pure Annie. He found a beautiful picture frame with a photo of Blaine, he was smiling happily, looking to the side, not exactly at the camera, it looked as if he was laughing. You could see half of Annie's face as well, and Kurt realized they were sitting in the park that him and Blaine walked through.
Kurt reached for it, picking it up gently, surprised to see paper flit out from behind it. He tossed a look back at Blaine, who was sitting crossed leg on the bed, holding the bear in his arms and looking lost. He opened the paper, Annie's elegant writing saying Blaine.
"Blaine, this is yours, it has your name on it so I won't read it." Kurt handed it to his boyfriend who gently opened it, reading the letter, his eyes softening up. "Here you can read it Kurt, it explains so much."
Kurt opened it again, reading it slowly, Blaine, I know you got upset when I told you I was pregnant, but I knew I wouldn't live much longer. I wanted a piece of me to live on so when I found out I was pregnant I was happy. Now when I pass you can still have a reason to smile, so can Gran. And lets not forget that you have Kurt if you ever make a move on him. When have my little girl you do me a favor, tell her I love her, tell her anytime she doubts it that I love her. Don't cry because I'm gone, Love you always, Sissy.
Kurt hugged Blaine. "She knew what she was doing Blaine. She did. How about you go take a break, I'll finish getting these pictures put away then I'll join you two downstairs."
Blaine nodded, taking the letter and leaving the room. Kurt quickly packed the rest of it up, taking the boxes of clothes and things up to the attic, the open box of things they wanted keep out laid outside the room as he stripped the bed of the blanket and sheets and laid new ones down. He wasn't at all surprised that there was a crib there, Gran would have wanted Annie to be close to her daughter.
As Kurt made his way downstairs there was a knock on the door, and he saw Gran move to it open it slowly. "Burt oh thank heavens you're here your son is being the most helpful. Who's this?"
"Meg, this is my wife, Carol. She agreed to help out with the finer details." Burt said quietly, as he and Carol stepped in.
Carol gave a soft, sad smile, "I'm sorry for your lost m'am, I made a chicken casserole for you and your grandson, I know you won't feel up to cooking right now."
"It sounds lovely dear. Thank you. Blaine, honey, how about you and Kurt go sit the table for five?" Gran called behind herself as she shut the door.
Kurt walked the last few steps and looked towards the living room, "Is he in there?"
"Yes, he's looking through photos."
"I'll set the table then okay?" Kurt turned to the kitchen, finding plates and silverware. He then went through the living room, getting Blaine up. "Come on Blaine, time to eat. Carol came over with food."
Blaine stood nodding softly, "Thank you for being here. I don't know if I could have done this on my own."
Kurt nodded, squeezing Blaine's hand as they sat down. They ate quietly, when Kurt stood to was the plates Gran shoo-ed him away. "It gives me something to do. how about you go make Blaine get away from those pictures for a while? Go out or something. I'm sure he'll appreciate the distraction and I wanted to speak to your dad and stepmom."
Kurt stood, making his way to the living room that Blaine vanished back into. "Hey get your coat and scarf on. We need to go."
"Go where?" Blaine asked, glancing up from a picture album.
"You'll see, now come on." Kurt got Blaine in the car and drove him to a hill, over looking Lima. Blaine looked at Kurt confused and Kurt shook his head. "I know right now you're unsure what to feel, what to think, what to do. But that's okay, you have all of us to lean on and to look to for help.
"When my mother died I started walking around on my own. Dad was always busy with work, so he didn't really notice. One day, I came up here and noticed how peaceful it was. I've been coming back ever since to help bring some calmness, some normality, to my life. I'm sharing it with you now because you lost someone you was close to and you need this spot to think now. Get out of the car."
Blaine was honestly touched that Kurt would share something so private and stepped out, meeting Kurt around the front, "Thank you I-"
"No, don't talk, you spend as much time as you need, thinking, talking to the wind, crying, pleading with the sky. I'm going to sit over here and do some thinking of my own."
Blaine nodded leaning on the car and closing his eyes, picturing Annie, how she looked when he last saw her. "Why must you leave me? You told me you wouldn't you told me you'd stay as long as I needed you! I still need you Annie! I still need you! I will always need you!"
Kurt, who had sat on a nearby rock looked to the sky and whispered softly, "If anyone is really out there please keep an eye on Blaine and his gran, and his niece. They are going to be going through a hard time and though they have me and my family they will need all the help they can get."
His gaze was tossed over to Blaine as he heard Blaine yell out, Blaine was slumped in front of the car, practically laying down and banging on the ground. Kurt stood, pulling off his coat before helping Blaine up. Blaine shook, looking at Kurt.
"I bet you think I'm mental."
"Not at all, when my mother died I stopped taking care of myself, and destroyed all my power rangers." Kurt said, shaking his head a bit. "Take off your coat its soaked thoroughly."
Blaine obeyed and put Kurt's on though it was a bit tight. When they got in the car Kurt turned the heat on, facing the vents towards Blaine as Blaine rested on his shoulder. "I can't imagine you letting yourself go."
"I did. I didn't care for my hair, I wore mismatched, out of date clothes, and worked in the garage more so I was always covered in oil in filth."
Blaine shifted, "Do you think I will get that bad?"
"No. You won't. I promise. You have friends and family, and me. I'm not going anywhere I won't let you get that bad. For me I didn't have any friends, dad buried himself in his work, sort of forgetting his duties as a father." Kurt looked down at Blaine's curly head before driving, singing softly.
At the house Kurt noticed Blaine was sleeping so he edged out of the car before helping Blaine out, carrying the coat in his other hand. "Here baby just rest here."
Kurt left Blaine, half asleep on the couch, carrying the coat through the kitchen to toss it in the dryer. "Where'd you two go? That coat looked soaked. And where's yours?"
Kurt turned to gran. "I took him somewhere to let out his anger and he decided to abuse the ground. I gave him my coat... I should really have told him to go change."
Carol stood saying she would. Burt looked at Kurt thoughtfully. "Did it help?"
"I think so. I hope so." Kurt said softly. Gran patted his arm.
"Sit Kurt, don't worry. We're really glad she lived past fourteen. She kept on being told she would die early, we were expecting it. She wouldn't have wanted us to mourn so I'm not going to."
Kurt sighed, "I'm gonna make some hot cocoa if thats alright?"
"Of course dear. I was just telling your dad and stepmother that they, and you are free to sleep over tonight." Gran said, Burt looked over at where Kurt was at the stove humming softly.
"Son you can stay, I know you won't be able to sleep at home, Carol is staying as well, but I'll head home."
Kurt nodded, it figured that Carol would stay she's always been better with the emotional things. They sat in silence until Blaine came down, wearing a long sleeved tee shirt and sweat pants. "Its that hot cocoa?"
"Yep want a cup?" Kurt asked, already making some for Blaine. Blaine just nodded sitting down at the small table. Kurt sat beside him, holding his hand under the table as Blaine took a calming sip of the drink.
"So Gran. I decided what we should do. About Arrianna." Blaine said, having thought it over. "We get her in a daycare, monday-friday. I'll switch to a public school and pick her up afterwards. That way you won't have the stress of watching a newborn. No offense Gran but you're getting too old to keep up."
"Blaine dear, you love Dalton, I won't make you leave." Gran said, surprised at the proposition, she was already trying to find a way to care for Arriana without Blaine leaving Dalton.
"Yes but I love my family more and I will do anything to help my family out. So I wish to go down tomorrow, and get myself pulled out. We have to do this Gran don't you see? We don't want Arriana raised by strangers so we will leave in others care only for a few hours a day. Please don't argue I'm doing it no matter what."
"Okay Blaine. What school will you be transferring to?"
"The closest school is McKinley." Blaine said, keeping his gaze on the table. He knew Kurt wouldn't like it, but he had to do this for his family. He would take daily slushies and being pushed again the locker and tossed into dumpsters, if it meant Gran wasn't stressing too much over caring for an infant.
Author's Note: Poor Blaine. This is breaking my heart. I can I do this to them?