Okay... i appologize! This one has a character death (gasp!) I am warning you now, it is a tad sad depending on how big of a fan you are of the character. Sit back, relax and read! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own.

Finn invited Mercedes and Wes over for dinner that night, even though it was going to be nothing special since it was not Friday. In Carole's eyes, Finn was being reposible by inviting the people who comforted Blaine the most over, and when Finn thought about it, she was right.

Blaine (and Mercedes) shuffled into the kitchen to help Carole like he had always done, Finn and Wes watched the football game with Burt. Everything was semilarily normal. Burt must of sensed something was wrong with Blaine, so he turned off the tv and started to question the two men on the couch.

"Okay, so I already knew there was something wrong with Blaine before you invited Wesley over. But why is the guy so sad?" Burt asked. He had concern in his voice and eyes.

Wes and Finn looked at each other before Wes spoke up. "First of all, sir. I perfer Wes. Second, Finn and I think it has somethign to do with the fact that Kurt has just left him again after they got engaged. The thing going on with his father probably doesn't help much eaither."

Burt nodded and considered what he had just been told. "I understand that the thing that happened might be stressing him, or even depressing him, but Kurt only just left. Isn't it a bit early to start missing him again?"

"No." A voice answered from across the room. Blaine was leaning against the door frame. "With Kurt, everything felt so complete again. When he left, I felt like part of me was just taken away from me. It doesn't help that my father just kicked me out of the house, or that Finn has to stay here with me , instead of being in New York with the one he loves."

Everyone was now looking at Blaine. Blaine crossed the room and stood in front of them all. "I have a question for all of you," the men nodded for him to go ahead. "If I had the choice, do you think I would be feeling like this? This feeling of loss I feel?"

Blaine turned and left the room. He couldn't stand to stay there and hear their responses. It was too hard. Losing two people in your life at the same time. It was starting to crash down on Blaine. He moped up to Kurt's room, dragging his feet. Blaine did not let the tears flow that he had been holding in so long until the door had closed and he was flopped down on his love's pillow.

Blaine must have been just silently sobbing to himself for atleast twenty minutes before a gentle knock came at the door. Blaine just murmured a response and Wes cam into the room. He walked in, taking in his suroudings before he sat on the bed.

The two sat in silence for a few moments before Blaine spoke up. "W-why are you he-re?" He choked out between sobs. Wes looked at the broken boy who was sobbing into a pillow. It broke his heart to see his best friend like this. "Why wouldn't I be here? My best friend needs comforting, and it's not like Cooper or Kurt are anywhere near he-" A phone ringing cut him off.

Blaine fished the phone out of his pocket and answered it. "Hello?" Blaine was trying to sound collected.

"Hey, little bro. Heard you're having some problems?" The familliar voice of Blaine's brother said. Blaine's mood brightened a little. Blaine sent Wes a thankful glance before the high school graduate left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, I am, Coop. With Kurt gone again, and Dad just kicked me out for being engaged..." Blaine's voice trailed off.

"Wait, engaged? Blaine, are you serious? What about collage? What about-"

"Coop, I already know I am accepted at Columbia. Which just so happens to be in New York. Where you, Kurt, Rachel, and Finn are. It's not like I won't have people there for me."

"Blaine, as much as I love you. I don't ever want your curley haired butt over here at any time, unless you are invited or dropping by for a visit."

Blaine laughed for the first time since Kurt had left. "I promise. Thanks for calling, Coop. I love you too."

"Alright, I get it. You want big brother to leave you alone for a bit. I can take a hint. See ya" And with that, the conversation ended.

Blaine at least got out of the room to have dinner with everyone. It was a good thing that he was making contact with other people. Wes was a little to smug at the fact that he had been the one to get Blaine pulled out of his "funk". As much as Blaine hated to admit it, the talk with Cooper had helped quite a bit.

When dinner had finished, it was late so everyone had decided to turn in for the night. Wes had been invited to stay. Wes being Wes though, he made some smug comment about not wanting to sleep in Kurt's room and left with Mercedes.

It had been hours since everyone had gone to bed. Blaine was still left tossing and turning. He gave up on sleep and got up to roam the house, or even go get a snack. Anything that would take his mind off of his father and his fiancee.

Blaine crawled out of bed, careful not to make any noise as the bed squeeked. He did not turn on any lights as he suspected that everyone would be asleep. Blaine crept down the stairs and went into the living area for a few moments before getting bored with just sitting there, staring at nothing. He searched for his phone, which he had known he left down in the living area for this reason exactly.

He considered texting Kurt, until he decided that texting him would lead to waking his angel. Waking Kurt was like waking the devil. You never knew what hell would follow. Blaine recalled the one time he had woken Kurt, not yet knowing that he did not like to be woken.

Blaine chuckled at the memory and gave up on sitting in the living room. He decided to go get a glass of warm milk, as Kurt had segguested on multiple ocasions that it helps sleep.

When Blaine rounded the corner, he was not prepared to see a body lying on the cold, tiled floor. Blaine's first instinct was to run. To run away from the body that lay motionless and soundless on the floor. Somethnig told him in his heart though, that he needed to see who the body was. It certainly was not some body a murderer had dropped off at the house.

Blaine moved slowly to the limp body to make sure it was not just someone who was going to grab his ankle and scream at him to scare the living crap out of him.

When Blaine made it to the head of the body, he gently moved it's head up. He stumbled away from it imediatly.

That can't be. You are dreaming! His brain shouted at himself. But, Blaine knew in his heart that what he saw was most defenetly not an eye trick.

The man laying on the floor in front of him was a man who had helped him when no one else would. He was the man that helped him and his lover through everything. The man that ment so much to he and Kurt.

The man on the floor was Burt Hummel.

Before Blaine knew what he was even doing, he was flipping the Burt over and checking for a pulse. For a moment he thought he felt something, but then there was nothing.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Blaine muttered under his breath as he started to press compressions on Burt's chest. He kept counting. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Blaine was not about to admit to himself that Burt Hummel, congressmen of Ohio and Kurt's father, was lying there in front of him, dead on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Blaine continued pushing down on the dead man's chest. "Don't leave me, Burt. You can't leave me and Kurt right now..." Blaine let a tear fall down his cheek. It landed on Burt's heart.

Finn just so happened to be getting up to get his midnight snack, when he heard a thud downstairs. Finn, not being the brightest of people, didn't even bother to arm his self before he ever so carelessly went downstairs to investigate.

Finn continued to hear thuds until he realized that they were coming from the kitchen. The last one finally came and Finn rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was not prepared to veiw what was displayed in front of him.

There, on the floor, was Blaine, leaning over Burt.

Finn stepped forward. "Blaine? What happened?" He asked, hoping that Burt was not...

"He's gone, Finn. I couldn't save him." Blaine cried into the corpse. Finn dropped to his knees and suddenly felt tears well at his eyes. "Are you sure?" Finn asked, already knowing the answer.

Blaine nodded. "I got to him when his heart stopped. I felt the pulse going and then he just..." Blaine couldn't finish the sentence.

"We need to tell Kurt, Mum." Finn wiped the tears from his eyes and helped Blaine up.

"I'll tell Mum, you phone Kurt." Finn whispered and he headed up the stairs.

Blaine raced to his phone, knowing that Kurt would answer even this late at night if it was a call from Blaine's phone.

"Hello?" Kurt asked with sleep in his voice.

"Kurt, I-it's your f-ath-er." Blaine choked out. He could almost hear the shift of Kurt's facil expression.

"Is he okay?"

Blaine almost couldn't find his voice. "I was there for the last beat of his heart, I couldn't save him in time."

The line was silent. Blaine knew Kurt was crying without even looking at him. Moments passed and finally there was a sniffing noise and Kurt's voice was back in Blaine's ear.

"I'm on my way."

Well? Enjoy? Anyone notice the little quote almost from the last glee episode? "on my way." I'm sorry if it was sad for any Burt fans out there. I am personally a small fan of Burt. It was not extremely sad about this but everyone has their personal opinions. SORRY! This was soooo short! I promise you guys all longer chapters in the future! I thank you for reading and Reveiw!