A/N: The song in this chapter is Mama Who Bore Me from Spring Awakening, as well as it's reprise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
For Good
Chapter 8: Mama Who Bore Me
"Guys, hurry up! They'll be here any minute!" Finn exclaimed as his fellow glee-clubbers joined by Wes and David rushed around to get the house set. There were streamers, a banner, music playing and food laid out on nearly every countertop. Everything was bright and festive, including the faces of the gleeks waiting for their friend to return home. Their plan was going perfectly. As Burt, Carol and Blaine rode home with Kurt, Blaine was texting Finn to update him on their location.
"They're pulling up in the driveway!" Tina yelled, looking out of the front window of the brand new Hummel house. "Hurry!" Everyone gathered in the small foyer so when Kurt walked in, he would be greeted by the faces of all of his friends.
"Okay guys, now don't yell too much. We'll just say welcome home. We don't want to scare him or make him anxious or anything," Finn explained.
The door swung open and immediately, the group burst into cheers and shouts of "Welcome home!" Kurt eyes lit up at the sight of his friends. He looked much better now that he was home. Granted he was still in pain and he hated the fact that his friends were seeing him in some of the only sweats he owned, he was so very happy to see them and touched by their surprise (though he suspected something after having seen a very suspicious Facebook conversation about a Mission K).
"Thank you guys so much," he said, smiling though the bruises on his face still ached as he did so.
"You look so much better, white boy," Mercedes said as she enveloped him in a careful hug, wanting to make sure she didn't pain him. It was true, what she'd said. Kurt did look better. Just the fact that he wasn't lying down in bed with a hospital gown on meant that there was improvement. His face still showed signs of bruising, but it wasn't swollen anymore. Even the way he moved was just a bit lighter than it had been when he was in the hospital, though he still limped due to Karofsky's worst offence.
After hugs and greetings, Kurt was carefully ushered into the living room, where he was served plenty of food (much of which went untouched due to the large amount). Once the food was served, the singing began. Sam and Quinn sang a sickeningly sweet duet, while Mercedes, Rachel, Evangeline and Tina belted out Broadway classics. Brittany and Mike danced around the living room. Santana went for Lady Gaga. When Mr. Schuester arrived, he sang some Frank Sinatra. The guys all sang to him as a group and Blaine serenaded him solo.
"You guys really didn't have to do this," Kurt told them, still smiling.
Brittany sat down next to Kurt on the couch, squeezing between him and Blaine. She wrapped her arms around both of them. "We'd do anything for my dolphins," she said proudly.
"And wanted to do it. Seeing you in a hospital gown is a major turn off," Santana mentioned. "I totally needed this to get my mojo back."
"Dude, of course we were going to be here for your homecoming," Sam said from the other side of the room.
"I have the prettiest dolphins ever," Brittany said, looking from Blaine to Kurt and back again. "Can I watch you guys make out?"
Everyone went silent for a moment, taking in the sudden change in subject thanks to the one and only Brittany S. Pierce. "No!" Kurt finally replied, turning bright right, glad that Mr. Schuester was in the other room with the adults.
"Hey, look who's here!" came Burt's voice from the kitchen as he led two adults into the house and towards the living room.
Evangeline saw the pair and froze. The woman was a little plump and without very definitive bone structure. The man who followed her in had Evangeline's strong jaw and blue eyes. "Oh shit," Evangeline said upon seeing them. Puck and the female gleeks knew exactly who these people were without having to be introduced.
"Evangeline," said the woman flatly.
"Charlotte."
Burt ignored the tension between them. "We were wondering when you two were finally going to make it to Lima," he said cheerfully.
"Yes, well, we can only stay for the weekend before we'll be expected back in the city," Evangeline's father mentioned.
Evangeline didn't like where this was going. "So soon? But Simon, don't you feel bad leaving Evangeline alone in that house all the time?" he asked.
Looks of confusion were exchanged between the three adults, and then they stared at Evangeline, who was dedicated to looking at her feet until this whole mess disappeared. "Evangeline, why don't you tell your uncle what you've been up to," her mother suggested, as though it had been Evangeline's fault that she had to leave them.
"Uncle Burt, there's something I should have told you," she admitted, finally looking up at her uncle. "Can we talk?"
This is how Burt, Carol, Charlotte, Simon, Evangeline, Kurt and somehow Puck ended up in the dining room with most of the glee-clubbers listening at the door. "You want to tell me what's going on?" Burt asked.
Squirming, Evangeline nodded. "Well, when I wanted to leave New York for…various important reasons, my parents decided against it. I pretty much begged them to move to Lima. Then I found out why they didn't want us to go. It turns out that Charlotte and Simon have been taking money out of my bank account, where all of my money from modeling goes," she explained.
"What? Is this true?" Burt questioned, staring down his brother and Charlotte.
"That's family money. As Evangeline is just a minor, that money is technically ours," Simon mentioned. "It was always for the family."
"You spent it on clothes and cars and the hotel rooms where you meet your mistress!" Evangeline exclaimed. "And you!" she said, turning on her mother. "How much of my money went to your 'conventions' in Atlantic City? That money should go towards my education, my security, not your pleasure."
"Oh right. You forget you wouldn't even have that money if it weren't for me," Charlotte reminded her. "I was the one that got you into modeling as a child."
"Yes, you got me into modeling, even though I hated it. And then when I wanted to quit and move away, you refused. Even when I told you what Jared had said and done to me! I felt I was in danger and you didn't care as long as I could fill your wallet!" Evangeline hated that she couldn't control the tears running down her face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, danger?" Kurt asked. "Evangeline, why didn't you say anything?"
"Look, this is none of your business," Simon said to Burt. "I don't see why we have to talk about this right now. Evangeline has emancipated herself. She's no longer our daughter. That's it."
"It is my business when my niece is being mistreated by her parents," Burt replied. "You two have been working this girl to the bone to buy yourselves pretty things and you don't even realize that what you already have is so much better than that. You don't deserve to be Eve's parents. She's a great girl. She's determined and strong, and she does the right thing. Now she feels she needs to take care of herself because you never did. You taught her that she was a burden and look at her! She's a kid. A young lady. She should be able to rely on the adults in her life without feeling like a burden."
"Oh now look, Evangeline's turned us into the villains. What a surprise," Charlotte said sarcastically. "Putting Evangeline into modeling is what has made her a strong person. That's where she learned to be independent. I'm the one who did that."
"Didn't you hear? She didn't want to be a model, ass-hat," Puck interjected before Evangeline could shut him up.
Looking at the mohawk-bearing teen, Charlotte seethed. "Who the hell is this punk? Evangeline, please tell me this isn't your new squeeze."
"Fuck you," Puck replied, earning him some scandalized looks.
"Noah, leave it. Charlotte, I hated modeling. I hated that world. I don't want to do that with my life and I guess part of me expected you to understand that. You always made all of your own choices, but for some reason that made you feel like you were entitled to make mine," Evangeline explained calmly, wiping away remaining tears.
"Oh and what will you do with your life now? Go and be a musician like you wanted? Evangeline, that's as ridiculous as that stupid hair cut," Charlotte told her, gesturing to the girl's short hair.
That was enough. Evangeline stood up, and beyond all expectations of the others in the room, she sang.
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama the weeping
Mama the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or Bethlehem
"Oh yes, this is really helping. Go ahead. Express yourself," Charlotte said, seething with sarcasm.
Some pray that one day
Christ will come a callin'
They light a candle
And hope that it glows
Some just lie their crying
For him to come and find them
But when he comes
They don't know how to go.
"Really, Evangeline, you're being ridiculous with all of this."
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama the weeping
Mama the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or Bethlehem
When she finished, Kurt banged on the table in a fashion that signaled the beat of the reprise of the song. The female glee-clubbers, who were among the crowd listening at the door, quickly came to Evangeline's aid.
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
Mama the angels
Who made me so sad
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama the weeping
Mama the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or Bethlehem
Santana and Rachel leaned across the table to get in Charlotte's face as they harmonized with Evangeline. The other girls danced around the room, stomping and singing. Evangeline looked at them, so touched at their support and the fact that they were there to defend her through song.
Mama the weeping
Mama the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or Bethlehem
When they finished, Evangeline leaned across the table to look her mother straight in the face. "I am a good singer. And I'm an even better violin player. These are things I actually enjoy. They make me happy. And as for my hair, you're jealous because you couldn't pull it off without people noticing your lack of a strong jaw, your wide, round face and your big ears. I look amazing. I have a boyfriend who loves me and wants me to be happy, not to make him loads of money. And he loves my hair. So fuck you," she said before pulling back before smiling at Puck, who winked in her direction.
"Evangeline! You might not be our daughter anymore, but you have no right to speak to your mother that way!" Simon interjected, seeing the shock on his wife's face.
"She's not my mother. I'm legally an adult and can speak to her as I please. And I'll tell you something else. Music and singing has helped me so much. You two expected me to be some robot who had no emotions, who just worked and got paid. But it made me miserable. Thanks to music, I have beautiful friends and a real family. Not one that will use me for money or assure me I'm overreacting when I feel I'm in danger," she said calmly.
"There you go again with the drama. You weren't in danger," Charlotte told her.
"I'm not going over this again, Charlotte. I told you what he said and if you don't believe me, well, that just goes to show that you're a shitty mom, as if we didn't already have enough proof of that. Money is the only thing that matters to you, to both of you. You never cared about my feelings. You were always caught up in your parties and your businesses and golfing and champagne and gambling away my money!"
Charlotte rose and raised her arm as though to smack Evangeline across the face, but Burt caught her wrist before the blow was struck. "You're forgetting something, Charlotte," he said. "Evangeline isn't legally your daughter anymore and if she were, I'd have both of you charged for abuse, neglect and extortion." Charlotte ripped her wrist out of Burt's hand. "Now get out of my house."
The two adults left the house in a huff as the glee clubbers shouted profanities and insults at them.
"You're not off the hook Evangeline. We'll talk later," Burt said to his niece before turning back to his guests. "Where'd the music go? This is a party right?"
Evangeline found Kurt, who hugged her instantly. "Kurt, I'm so sorry they showed up. I never expected them to come to Lima, especially not today," she said.
"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you got to say your piece. Now there's some closure, right?" he asked, to which Evangeline nodded. "So who's Jared?"
"It's not a really good time to talk about him," she said. "Let's return to the party."
It ended up being a great party, the girls raving about singing to Evangeline's mother on the spot and Mr. Schuester mentioning perhaps using it as a number in regionals since they sang it so well. More singing commenced, as well as wining and dining. But soon enough, the party was over and the guests filed out.
Just as Mr. Schuester was on his way, he placed a hand on Evangeline's shoulder. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. And Miss Pillsbury too," he said, earning a smile from her as he left.
And then only Evangeline, Kurt, Burt, Carol, Finn, Blaine and Puck remained. "Alright, Eve. Let's have our chat," Burt said to her, guiding her into the dining room again to sit down at the table next to one another. "Why didn't you tell me what happened?" he asked.
Evangeline gave him a guilty look. "You already had so much on your plate with Kurt and Karofsky, and you'd just had your heart attack. I didn't want to add to that load so I bought my own house and kept it a secret," she explained.
"There's something else. There's some other reason you're not telling me," he said. How was it that Burt always knew these things?
"Maybe I thought you would take their side, that they would fool you into believing them or that you'd be angry with me," she told him.
"Evangeline, I would never be mad at you for doing something you had to do for yourself. If there's something you have to do to keep yourself safe or healthy or happy, then that's your choice and it will never make me stop loving you." He had a sad smile on his face now. "It makes me sad that you didn't trust me enough to believe you."
"I'm sorry. I was just scared."
"Of Jared. Care to tell me about this guy?"
This was the dreaded question. But she'd already kept enough from Burt, and it was time that she just came clean. "I met Jared at one my photo shoots. He's a pretty popular photographer. I was fifteen when we first met. He was twenty-one. We started going out, and it was okay originally. But then he started to get really jealous and possessive. He didn't want me to model for any other photographers or talk to other guys. If he saw an ad where I was with a male model, he got extremely jealous and claimed that I was cheating on him. Then he started getting aggressive about it. He said that I belonged to him, that he'd find me and kill me if I ever left." She was surprisingly calm as she told the story. Maybe it was a bit therapeutic to finally tell someone who would believe her.
"Did you tell someone?" Burt asked.
"I told Charlotte. She thought I was being dramatic. Even when I showed her some of the bruises I had—"
"Bruises? Evangeline, did this guy hit you?"
"He might have pushed me around a bit. There was only one time that was really bad and I don't remember most of it to be honest. I kind of just woke up with a headache and a lot of bruises, some blood in my hair. Bits of that night come back to me every once in a while. Charlotte still didn't listen to me. It was soon after that that I found out about the money and started the emancipation process. I told Jared that it was so we could live together and stayed with him up through the court proceedings. As soon as I bought the house here and was officially emancipated, I packed all of my things and left while he was out on a job."
Burt felt his mouth go dry. Had he known these things were going on, he'd have snatched Evangeline away from the city so quickly Jared wouldn't even know what had happened. But he'd been left in the dark once again, a fact that hurt far more than anything. That couldn't be his concern at the moment though. "Has this guy been in touch since you left?"
"He can't be. I changed my cell number, blocked his number, blocked his Facebook and his twitter, and I'm not listed in the phonebook," she replied.
"Evangeline, has he been in touch?"
She knew she had to tell him. There was no other way. She sighed and began. "That day that you met Blaine, Noah drove me home. I found a note inside the house that was in his handwriting, just saying that I couldn't run away from him. I called Noah and he came back and stayed with me until I got all of my locks changed and a bolt added and all the windows checked. I made him promise not to tell anyone because I didn't want you to worry. I was thinking about your health."
"Screw my health, Evangeline," Burt said sternly. "I'm tired of everyone assuming I can't handle something stressful because of my health. Do you know what's more stressful than being told these things? Finding out that you weren't told these things when your son ends up in the hospital, tortured by some sick fuck. That's what's stressful. I'll never forgive myself for what happened to Kurt. I'll be honest, I'm only just coping. If something happened to you too, I don't know what I would do."
Evangeline looked down at her lap, ashamed. Puck had been right. She should have just told Burt from the moment she received that letter. It had never been her intention to hurt anybody, just to protect. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Burt."
He grinned now. "Well, I forgive you, but only if you come to live with us instead of staying that house all by yourself. You can put your house up on the market or keep it if you want, but I want you under this roof," he told her.
"I couldn't. I'd be a burden and you've already got enough to worry about," she replied.
"Now what did I say about that? You're a kid. You should have a home and family." Looking at his face, she could tell he was completely serious, though he was still smiling.
"Alright, but only if you're sure you have the room."
"Of course, the guest room will become yours. But now we have to set some rules."
And that was how Evangeline, Kurt, Finn, Blaine and Puck ended up sitting in the dining room with Burt and Carol. All of the teens looked at the adults expectantly, feeling as though they were children who were about to be scolded. Only Carol's smile reassured them that none of them had crossed any lines. "Alright, here are some ground rules. One, curfew is at midnight unless you get our explicit permission to be out later. Two, boyfriends and girlfriends sleep on the couch. Three, when boyfriends and girlfriends are present, all bedroom doors remain open. Carol and I have the right to add and change rules as we please," Burt explained.
"Um…if Puck and Blaine are both staying tonight, which one is sleeping on the couch?" Evangeline asked.
Kurt spoke up first. "Could Blaine stay with me? I…I don't want to be alone," he admitted, looking down at his lap.
Burt had to carefully consider his options. He didn't feel comfortable having them sleep in the same bed under his roof. But he couldn't leave Kurt alone if the boy needed someone with him. "How about this? Evangeline, you share Kurt's room tonight. Blaine and Puckerman can fight it out for the guest room," Burt reconciled.
Blaine took one look at Puck and knew he didn't want to mess with him. "Puck can have the guest room," he offered.
"No, Blaine, you take the guest room. Noah can take the couch," Evangeline said with a smile.
"What? Why?" Puck whined.
"Because Blaine offered the guest room first. The gentleman wins," she concluded. "You can have the guest room next time this happens."
"Alright, so it's decided then," Burt said. "Everyone good?"
"Yes, it'll be just like our old sleepovers when we were kids," Kurt said to Evangeline happily.
"Oh boy, I expect to hear giggling all throughout the night then," Burt mentioned, remembering the two kids and how they kept him up with their laughter in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes he'd considered making them sleep in separate rooms, but they'd sounded so damn happy that he simply couldn't. "Alright, it's been a long day and I think it's time we all get ready for bed and go to sleep."
After dressing in pajamas, Evangeline and Kurt cuddled in Kurt's queen-sized bed. The room was a decent size, though definitely not as large as the basement Kurt had before. However, it had a nice closet, which was what sold Kurt on making the switch. The walls were still a bare white, just like his basement had been, allowing him to keep most of his old furniture.
"So are we going to gossip all night like the good old days?" Evangeline asked, turning on her side to face him.
He did the same and took her hand in his. "Evangeline, why didn't you tell me about Jared? I overheard you talking to Dad," he admitted.
"Why didn't you tell me about Karofsky?" she asked in reply. "It's the same. We didn't want to worry one another. I'd heard that he was pushing you into lockers and that he threatened to kill you. And that I heard from the glee club. I never heard anything about the kiss until…you know…"
"I guess you're right. Just…don't let what happened to me happen to you, okay?" Kurt told her.
"Alright," she replied, pulling Kurt in for a hug so that his head rested on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around him. "So how are you feeling?" she asked, feeling his arms wrapping around her waist as though Kurt were searching for some warmth and comfort.
"Well, my ribs still hurt, but the medication helps with that. My face feels a lot better though," he told her.
Evangeline shook her head before resting it against Kurt's affectionately. "No, I mean, how are you really feeling? About the whole thing?"
"I just want to put it all behind me." He sighed. "I'm seeing Dalton's counselor once I get back. Blaine said he's really good, so I thought I'd give that a try before making Dad shell out more money for a therapist. I'll be okay, Eve."
"I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too, Eve."
When Kurt felt the slowness of Evangeline's breath and was completely sure of her being asleep, he pulled out of her embrace gently to lie back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. No matter how he tossed and turned, sleep wasn't agreeing with him. Every time he closed his eyes he could see Karofsky and the way the brute looked at him, could feel his hands on his body, the scruff of Karofsky's stubble on his cheek, could smell his sweat, could hear his labored breathing and grunts.
Looking over at his nightstand, there was a photo of his mother just a couple of weeks before she passed away. "I'm sorry, Mom," he whispered.
Eventually, Finn, Evangeline and Puck all returned to the hall of McKinley after days of taking care of Kurt in the hospital. It was eerie being there and expecting Karofsky to turn around any corner, but the boy seemed to be wisely absent. This, however, couldn't be said of the rest of the jocks.
All of the glee-clubbers walked down the halls together, a unit bent on staying together, all helping each other recover from the recent trauma. And they tried to do so with confidence. Evangeline and Puck walked with arms around one another, hoping to exude this confidence. Even Evangeline's outfit had been planned for this cause. She wore a short, maroon sweater dress that was belted around her waist, along with a pair of brown knee-high boots. Unfortunately, it was this outfit that eventually led to a bit of violence.
"Lookin' good, Hummel," said one of the jocks as various members hockey team passed the gleeks. When, Evangeline ignored him, walking straight past him, he obviously wasn't too happy. "I heard that fag cousin of yours got what was coming to him."
"Oh no he fucking didn't," Santana said as she and Evangeline spun around to attack the jock. Puck was on it, immediately wrapping an arm around Santana and Evangeline to keep them from getting caught up in the pile of guys throwing punches. Finn, Sam, and Mike led the charge, Sam getting the offending jock square in the jaw. Soon enough it was an all out brawl.
Meanwhile Rachel and Quinn ran to get Mr. Schuester, who immediately came back with them. "What is going on here?" he yelled and started pulling teenagers from one another. Santana and Evangeline struggled to become part of the mess, wanting to get their own punches in even as their teacher tried to stop the fighting.
A whistle caught everyone's attention as Coach Beiste and Sue Sylvester came upon the scene, having heard the disruption from down the hallway. "What the hell is going here? Break it up!" said the football coach and within minutes the three teachers had all of the teenagers in Figgins' office.
"Now which of you want to explain what happened?" asked the principal. At once, all of the teens began shouting their versions of the story. "One at a time! Evangeline, why don't you begin? The initial comment was made to you, yes?"
"Yeah, wolverine-wannabe over there said that my 'fag cousin' got what he deserved. Principal Figgins, it's people like this douche that made my cousin leave this school. Nobody does anything about it and when we, students, try to equal the playing ground, we're reprimanded," Evangeline told him.
"That doesn't excuse resorting to violence, Miss Hummel. I can't have teenagers fighting in my school," he replied.
"Oh, but it's okay for Karofsky to continually harass my cousin to the point where he's eventually assaulted. That's okay in your school. When Coach Sylvester was principal she did everything she could to make this a safe place for Kurt, for everybody. The school board obviously isn't interested in that and it's my cousin who paid for it."
"Whatever, it's Hummel's fault for flaunting his fairy ass around all the time," said Wolverine-wannabe.
This time it was Mr. Schuester who kept Evangeline from jumping across Figgins' desk to rip the jock's eyes out. "You all have detention for the next week," Figgins decided. "If this happens again, I won't hesitate to suspend all of you."
"Evangeline and I didn't touch anyone," Santana told him. "And Puckerman held us back so you can't give him detention."
"Mr. Puckerman, I'll exclude you then. This doesn't change the fact, however, that you two would have been involved in the fight if he hadn't done so," Figgins reminded them.
"This is bull!"
"No way am I sitting in a room with these losers!"
"This is ridiculous!"
"Please, lower your voices," said Principal Figgins.
"Principal Figgins, you never do anything when the jocks torment the glee kids, but now that we fight back, you give us detention. What do you expect us to do?" Finn asked. The other gleeks in the room looked at him with surprise as it was a legitimate argument and well-spoken.
"Finn does have a point," Mr. Schuester mentioned.
"Oh, you're just saying that because they're in your faggy glee club!"
"Mr. Samuels, please watch your mouth." He stopped to think for a minute and sighed. "Alright, no detention. I'll be calling all of your guardians to tell them what happened though. The next time this happens, you'll all be suspended." The students were relieved but still seething. "Now, get to class immediately."
Once Burt and Carol went to work, Blaine and Kurt were the only ones left in the house. "Blaine, are you sure it's okay for you to be missing so much school?" Kurt asked as they sat in the kitchen.
"Yeah, I told my parents about what happened and they had me excused. We'll both work together to get all of our homework done, so don't worry about it," he replied with a smile on his face. "I'm all yours."
Kurt smiled then too, at the idea of having Blaine all to himself. The fact that the house was empty besides them was also nice. The past couple days seemed to be filled with visits from his friends and being coddled by his father along with Carol, Finn and Evangeline. Blaine tended to coddle him a bit as well, but he was backing off after a couple days of Kurt being home. "Can we go somewhere?" he asked.
"I don't know. Your dad probably wants you to stay put since your ribs are still healing and all," Blaine replied, though he was encouraged by the fact that Kurt wanted to leave the house at all. "Where do you want to go?"
"I was thinking of visiting Mom," Kurt said, looking down at his lap. "I just want to talk to her a little bit."
This wasn't exactly a request Blaine could deny. Perhaps Kurt talking to his mother would help him sort out some of his feelings. So Blaine helped Kurt into the passenger seat of his car before heading towards the cemetery. Blaine had been lucky enough not to lose any of his family members. He had all four grandparents, his parents were healthy and his brother was as well. He'd never had to pull into a cemetery before. When he parked, Kurt smiled. "You can stay here. I should probably talk to her alone anyway."
"Are you sure? You're not exactly in the best shape right now," Blaine mentioned.
"Mom is right over there. You'll be able to see me from here. Don't worry so much," Kurt said as he got out of the car and began limping towards his mother. When he got to her tombstone, he placed a hand on the cold stone. "Hi, Mom. I'm sorry it's been a while. A lot has been going on lately and I got…caught up, I guess." He looked down at the ground where his mother was buried. "I really made a mess of everything. I keep making Dad worry about me. I've always tried to take care of him. I don't know why I did such a bad job this past year. I mean, I let him have a heart attack. And then I end up in the hospital." He couldn't stop the tears. "I'm so ashamed of myself, Mom. I'm a man. I should have been able to stop him, but I couldn't. And now I feel so disgusting. I don't want to think about it anymore, but it's always there. Even though Karofsky is nowhere near me, I can hear him and see him everywhere."
Frowning, he looked at the stone. "I don't know where you are, Mom. I don't believe in God, and I don't believe in Heaven. But I want to believe that you're somewhere because I can't stand the idea that you just don't exist anymore. I want you to hear me and tell me what you do, how to fix this. I wish you could have taught me more before you were taken away."
Just as Evangeline did a couple days earlier, Kurt started to sing:
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama the weeping
Mama the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or Bethlehem
"Kurt?"
The boy spun to look at Blaine who was walking towards him. "I'm sorry, Blaine. Were you waiting long?"
"No, not at all. I was wondering if you'd introduce me," Blaine said, nodding at the tombstone. "It's okay if you want me to go back to the car. I just figured…I've met your dad and all."
"Of course, come here," Kurt said with a smile on his face as Blaine came to stand next to him. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Blaine. He's incredibly sweet and caring and funny and, as you can see, he's cute to boot. I love him very much."
"It's nice to meet you. You can trust me to take good care of your son. I love him too," Blaine said to the tombstone. He wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders and held him close. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect him. I hope you can forgive me. From now on, I'll always be there."
"Blaine—"
"I promise, Mrs. Hummel," Blaine finished before flashing Kurt that big grin of his and taking Kurt's hand in his own. Together, they said goodbye to Kurt's mother and walked back to the car.
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Santana Lopez: Hey there, prep boy.
Wes Richter: Why hello there
Blaine Anderson: Nice job, ladies. Evangeline's ex-parents are probably scarred for life thanks to your ferocity.
Brittany S. Pierce: I've never been to Ferocity.
Artie Abrams: Hun, it's not a city.
Blaine Anderson: Brittany S. Pierce is my favorite…besides Kurt Hummel.
Kurt Hummel: Nice save.
Blaine Anderson: ;)
Brittany S. Pierce: Dolphin love!
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Noah Puckerman to Evangeline Anne Hummel: I'm pretty sure your uncle thinks I'm a bad influence on you now. He gave me a pretty scary look when I came over.
Evangeline Anne Hummel: That's ridiculous. You're the one who stopped me.
Noah Puckerman: Did you tell him that?
Evangeline Anne Hummel: Maaaaaybe…I'll tell him.
Noah Puckerman: Eve! What the hell?
Evangeline Anne Hummel: I didn't think it was important! Don't worry, Noah. I'll let him know.
Mercedes Jones to Kurt Hummel: Where have you been, BB? You never answered my text.
Kurt Hummel: Sorry, boo. I went to see Mom.
Mercedes Jones: You missed a pretty big brawl today.
Kurt Hummel: I heard all about it when Dad talked to Evangeline about it. Figgins called him at work, apparently.
Mercedes Jones: You should have seen her. It's a good thing Puck's got those big guns. He held back Evangeline and Santana.
Noah Puckerman: You know it.
Santana Lopez: Should have let us fight. Nobody gets away with saying shit like that.
Kurt Hummel: Guys, please don't get into any more trouble on my account. It doesn't matter what people say.
Finn Hudson: No way, man. It's so not right what that kid was saying.
Sam Evans: Yeah, seriously dude. And that douche kept going at it in Figgins' office too. Good thing Eve was there to talk back.
Evangeline Anne Hummel: I'm jealous that you got to punch him in the face.
Noah Puckerman: Are you ever going to forgive me?
Kurt Hummel: Don't worry, Puck. She's just holding a grudge.
Evangeline Anne Hummel: I'm not holding a grudge.
Kurt Hummel: We all know you would have decked him, Eve.
Santana Lopez: Damn straight, she would have. It would have been hot too.
Kurt Hummel: O_O
Brittany S. Pierce: Stop the violence.
Rachel Berry: I agree with Brittany. Getting half of the glee club suspended isn't going to help us win regionals.
Santana Lopez: Glad to see your priorities are in the right order, man-hands. I should have known you'd put the glee club above defending Kurt.
Rachel Berry: That's not what I'm saying! Like Kurt said, he's not at McKinley. It's not going to help him if we're all getting in trouble when he's not even there.
Kurt Hummel: For once, I agree with Rachel. Cut it out, guys.
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Evangeline Anne Hummel is drained.
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