A/N: Just so you know, when I started writing this, the whole point kind of was to make Kurt succeed. So it's absolutely ridiculous how suddenly, I just can't decide what to do. _ But yeah, this is going to end, one way or another, I just suck at planning anything.:D
Anyway, here's a new chapter that I never really intended to write. ;) (And please, keep suggesting where you'd like to see this story going.)
Burt was driving like a madman.
There was something he had always been proud of: his ability to drive well, drive safe, like any good citizen should. Something he had always taught Kurt to do.
(He was sure that he'd feel even sicker if Kurt had taken his Navigator with him.)
But now, all his life-long lessons about driving safety were out of the window - the very last thing he cared about. It was wrong, of course, because Carole and Finn were in the car too, so it wasn't only his life he was risking. But neither of them said a word, so he didn't slow down. There was no time to spare, anyway: they had to find Kurt and they had to find him now, because his son was such a determined person.
Kurt never acted rashly. He always thought and planned everything through before trying anything foolish.
That meant only one thing: this wasn't something Kurt decided on a whim. This was something he had been planning for a while now, so Kurt knew what he was doing, and apparently, he had only one goal:
Succeeding.
And that was just too bad, because Burt's only goal was to prevent it from happening.
(He couldn't stop the despair from consuming him after every new disappointment.)
He would not cry, though.
Because Burt refused to weep for a son that he was yet to lose. Because his baby boy could not be that easily lost forever.
Rachel really had no idea at all of where he could be.
Lima wasn't very big of a town, not really, and there wasn't many places where one could go anyway, so it always felt like a small, useless little town where she was stuck in.
But now, it felt bigger than the universe itself.
And Kurt could be anywhere, and the more they wasted time on trying to find him, more futile their search became. Kurt was only one person, one single human being: it didn't take that long for a life to be lost - that much has been proved true since forever.
Rachel was alone with her dads looking for Kurt, but from what she had heard from phonecalls with her fellow Glee club members, they were all checking places that Kurt had enjoyed and liked, or places where he could easily hide.
But it didn't feel right.
Why would he want to die in someplace that held happy memories, with ghosts of laughs and images from the past, mocking him with what he would lose?
Why would he want to die somewhere unknown, with unfamiliar surroundings, hidden, leaving the world with nothing to show for it - bleed to death without last suspension?
No, it certainly didn't feel right - that wasn't the person who Kurt had been, if not was still. Rachel sincerely believed so, and while she and Kurt hadn't exactly been best friends for live, they had had some kind of mutual understanding, silent connection. Rachel believed in that, wanted to count in that. Well, there certainly weren't any better clues to go by, so her opinion would probably be as good as anyone else's anyway.
So when her dad asked where to drive, she hesitated only for the tiniest of moments.
"I... School. McKinley High."
For the first time in the history of planet Earth, Sue Sylvester was feeling helpless. For the very first time, she was feeling like any other pathetic human being.
Apocalypse had to be drawing near.
There was unfamiliar pressure building behind her eyes, foreign feelings creeping up her spine - feelings strange, new, forbidden. Shock, disorientation, speechlessness. Sadness, sorrow, regret. (And anger, but that was nothing new.) Feelings better left unnamed.
Because Sue was feeling things. Feelings that were human.
One of her own.
A winner.
A fragile, strong, confident, beautiful, young fellow human being (because apparently, she was one now too).
Winners didn't quit. Winners never quit.
(People who had the force of nature in their smiles didn't quit.)
People worth of Sue's respect didn't quit.
And now, damn if she couldn't shake these weaknesses described as feelings off - she had to find her kid, because if she would fail in this, she was sure some of the blood would end up in her hands, because things like these didn't happen under Sue Sylvester's nose.
