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Chapter Twenty Five

When Burt got the phone call from Kurt's class mate Jeff he recalled, telling him that Kurt was really upset over some news about Blaine, Burt started panicking. A lot. He had literally flown out of the house and into his car, driving to Dalton like a madman to get there. But when he had arrived and entered his son's room the fear inside escalated into full scale explosive chaos. Sitting on his bed was his son, bandages wrapped around his chest and looking so pale he was almost translucent. His face was sunken and gaunt with huge black circles under his eyes. Those eyes that had cried so many tears in these last few hours.

An Asian kid sat beside Kurt, looking lost and undecided on what he was doing in the room, but Burt could see the relief enter his face when he arrived after a painful hour and a half. The kid stood up making his way over to him, whispering in his ear once he was close enough.

"Thanks for coming. We didn't know what else to do. He won't talk to any of us about it. In fact he's not talking at all." Burt nodded, knowing how his son bottled things like this up. It had been like this when Elizabeth had died. Kurt retreated into his own little shell and that was the end of it. It had taken Burt years to get his son out of his shell again.

"You did the right thing kid. Kurt'll only talk to me when he's like this. Thank you for looking after him till I got here, and you tell your little friends thanks too." The Asian kid nodded, smiling wobbly at him before retreating out the door. Sighing, Burt walked over and plonked himself heavily down onto the desk chair that had only recently been vacated and looking anxiously across at his baby boy.

"So kiddo, what happened? What exactly have you found out about Blaine?" He reached out, taking his sons hand gently into his own and that's when he heard a gut wrenching sob escape his son's body. He moved to sit on the bed beside his boy, bringing him into his arms tightly and holding him protectively.

"You won't believe me..." Kurt whispered out, curling into his father as though his life depended on it. Burt frowned and picked at the bandages around Kurt's chest, seeing the blood starting to seep through it now his son had moved.

"Jesus Christ Kurt! What the..."

"Dad please. Focus." Kurt snapped, sounding more like himself in those few seconds, bringing Burt back down to Earth and away from the self inflicted injury.

"How can I focus when you've hurt yourself. Come here." Burt proceeded to unwrap the bandages that were starting to hang loose so he could look at the mess that was Kurt's chest. Thin rakes were all over Kurt's pale, smooth skin and Burt's eyes grew watery at the scene in front of him. "this thing with Blaine, it's bad isn't it?" He reached over to grab the unused bandages besides Kurt's bed and proceeded to re-bandage his son slowly and lovingly.

Kurt nodded, going back to looking weary and bereaved. "Maybe you should look at the news article first." Kurt pointed to a piece of paper lying on his desk so Burt put down the bandages for a minute and moved over to pick the article up to read it. As soon as he saw the picture of Blaine and the headline of the article Burt remembered the story from when it happened what five, six years ago. That had been Blaine? But if so how was he here?

"Kurt this doesn't make sense. Is this a joke?" Burt asked, holding the article up but his son's morose shake left a small ache in his chest. "So Blaine's... dead?" Kurt wept openly once more and Burt rushed to his side, holding and stroking his son till he calmed down. All the puzzle pieces started to fit together for Burt. The weird feeling about the kid, even though he knew deep in his heart that he was a good kid so why not like him, right? How he felt cold and not quite right around him. How he seemed to be 'invisible' to most of Kurt's friends. But if that was the case why was it that Kurt could see him, touch him, and for that matter himself? "I'm so sorry Kurt. I know how much you liked him."

Kurt looked achingly into Burt's eyes and his heart broke just a little bit. His baby was in so much pain and he couldn't do a thing to change that. "I love him dad. I don't know what to do. I love him so much. I don't care what anyone else says I just want to be with him. I don't care what he is or what people think, I need him dad. I... we were... intimate together." Kurt flushed, not looking into his fathers eyes as he admitted how deep their love had been. Burt's eyebrows raised at his son's admission. Kurt had had sex with this kid. This kid who was dead? How the hell was that even possible? Burt felt like crying but he knew he needed to be strong for his son. He had opened his heart to this boy, and a good kid at that, and now he needed his father to help him through this. As far as Burt was concerned his son had not done anything wrong or stupid. He had waited till he was in love and shared it with another. He knew then and there that he had done a good job with his son. Kurt was exactly who Burt had always wanted him to be. A kind, loving and caring person with a big heart that he only gave to someone very important. Burt held his son closely to his chest stroking his hands up and down his back.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. It's gonna be ok. If you two love each other, no matter what, you shouldn't let anything or anyone stand in your way. Even if they don't really understand it all. He's a good kid and... well, I like him. So don't listen to anything but your own heart Kurt."

He felt Kurt clutch onto his shirt desperately, the tears soaking through. "But he won't come back to me no matter how much I want him to. I just want him to come back to me. He just... disappeared front in front of me and he won't come back. He found out what he was and freaked out."

I've got to remain the calm one here, even if this is starting to give me the creeps. Burt went back to re-bandaging Kurt to keep himself calm."Ok, well, lets figure out where he might have gone together. Then we'll go and find him. I'm sure he's just as upset about all of this as you are. Especially if he's only just found out that he's dead. I mean, he has a lot to get his head around." Burt couldn't help but think that Blaine wasn't the only one trying to get their head round the fact that he was dead. His son had been dating him after all. His son was dating a dead guy. It was slightly surreal to even state that in his head. God knew what it would be like if he said it out loud.

"Thank you dad. I love you." Burt smiled and bent down to give his son a kiss on his forehead before finishing bandaging his son and placing what little was left on the side table.

"I love you too kiddo." Hugging each other tightly neither one wanted to be the first to leave to safety of the others arms. When they parted from their lengthy hug, Kurt shuffled on his bed uncomfortably. Burt, to distract his son blurted out his next question. "So, where do you think he might go? Maybe we could find him yet hey?"

"Well he loves the gardens at Dalton and the piano room." Kurt told him, his eyes wide with hope and fear.

"Why don't we try there first then?" Burt stood and frowned when Kurt didn't move.

"Um, dad, could you give me like five minutes?" Kurt blushed scarlet and it was at that moment he realised his son was naked underneath these sheets. Clearing his throat he mumbled that he would wait outside for him as he tried desperately to get rid of the images that had started popping up in his head...

The two Hummel's walked around the gardens behind Dalton, not finding the small, dark haired boy at all on their journey. They had been to all of the gardens and it had taken them the best part of two hours searching every nook and cranny to no avail. They had been to the music room before hand and Blaine had not been there either. Kurt was running out of places that he could think of that he might be in. he had forced his father to start walking round one of the gardens a second time in case they had both missed something when he stopped abruptly in the middle of the pathway, his father coming to a stop just behind.

"He's not here dad." Kurt whined, the tears starting to well up in his eyes yet again. Hating his emotions and the fact that he cried so easily he quickly wiped away his treacherous tears. Where was Blaine? Where had he gone? The ache in his chest just seemed to get wider and wider the longer he was without his boyfriend.

"So where else can you think of that he may have gone to?" His father asked him calmly, his hand squeezing Kurt's shoulder gently, calming him down a little. Kurt saw a bench near to them and walked over, slumping in the seat and clutching his head down into his hands.

"I don't know..." He whispered so quietly he wasn't sure his father had even heard him. After what seemed like days to Kurt, but must have only been minutes; he felt his father sit down beside him speaking in a serious tone.

"Ok, well, if it were me? I'd probably feel like I didn't belong anywhere. He wants to go somewhere where he probably feels he belongs. He's dead Kurt, where do the dead belong?" Burt gravely informed Kurt but his mind came up blank. He couldn't think of anywhere.

"I don't..." Kurt stopped in his tracks and he gave a sudden gasp as he worked out where his father had insinuated that Blaine may be. "The cemetery!"

Burt smiled warmly at his son, nodding. Kurt could only hope that his father was right. "That would be my best guess kiddo. I'll drive." Getting up he hastily made his way to the car park, his father huffing as he tried to keep pace with his young son as they made their way to Burt's car.

Blaine didn't know how long he had been sitting for. Hours, a day, a week, a month? It could have been a lifetime for all he knew. Time held no meaning for him any more. The world carried on moving but he was stuck. He didn't want to interfere in it's affairs any longer. His chest still felt on fire from the pain of losing everything he held dear, especially the man he loved, but in all conscience he could not go back to Kurt now. He couldn't ruin his life more than he already had. But he longed for him so much. All he wanted was to be held in Kurt's open, loving arms and told that everything would be alright. But it wouldn't be though, would it and he knew that deep inside. In his head he knew that. As his head and his heart wrestled for domination over his body he never even saw when the person who was haunting his thoughts came towards him.

"Blaine?" Kurt quietly called out into the silence, his voice sounding shaky and uncertain. Was that really Kurt? He didn't know. He had heard Kurt speak to him, beg him to return to him so many times now since he had left Dalton he couldn't be sure of anything. "Blaine, please turn round." He slowly turned to see his beauteous Kurt standing before him. His ocean coloured eyes shining brightly, full of life and his cheeks flushed from the biting breeze in the air. His hair, the rich brown that he loved so much flowing in the wind. His Kurt was standing right there. Right in front of him. His Kurt.

"Kurt? Kurt!" Fat tears rolled down Blaine's cheeks as he leapt up from his prone position, racing towards the boy that he couldn't stay away from even when he tried. Kurt had found him instead. They just couldn't stay apart not now they were together. He barrelled himself into Kurt's waiting, open arms and felt as they slid round him, holding him close and he cried on his shoulder, grabbing at any part of Kurt that he could never wanting to let go. If he let go he might lose Kurt forever.

"Shh honey. It's going to be ok." Blaine's hold tightened and he looked up into Kurt's eyes, leaning in for the kiss he desired above all else. All his thoughts and convictions had flown out of his mind as Kurt stood directly in front of him. He felt himself sighing restfully as the elder boy leant down and kissed him softly and lovingly on the lips.