Overall Kurt was feeling better. Finn had stayed the week with him and they had had a good time together. They had explored New York, going into shops and going sightseeing. He had had so much fun that he had pretty much forgotten all about Blaine and his dad. And whenever he did start to remember he had Finn to do something to make him forget again.

But all too soon it seemed, the week was up and Finn had to go back to school.

"Do I really have to go back?" Finn whined. "New York is so cool and you need a new roommate, I could move in with you,"

"No Finn, no dropping out," Kurt told him. "I'll be fine without a roommate and you can always come and visit me,"

"I know," Finn smiled. "It was cool seeing you again though, the last time I had everything was kind of...well you know,"

"Yeah I know," Kurt smiled too, only sadly. "But it's over now,"

"Hey don't pay any mind to any of them. I worked too hard to help you forget,"

"I know," Kurt repeated. "Thank you though, for just everything. If you didn't come then I would probably still be laying around, feeling sorry for myself,"

"Glad I could help. And I don't see anything wrong with feeling sorry for yourself though, maybe that's what you needed,"

"No, what I needed was you," Kurt assured him. "You helped me out a lot whether it seems like it or not,"

"Well that's what brothers are for," Finn shrugged. "You helped me out a lot too, so now we're even,"

"Okay," Kurt said, hugging his brother one last time with tears in his eyes. "I'm gonna miss you so much,"

"I'll miss you too," Finn hugged him back. "But I'll be back soon, I swear,"

"I know you will," Kurt said as he pulled away from him. "But make sure you do good in school please,"

"I will for you bro," Finn promised him as he opened the door.

"Bye Finn," Kurt said, standing by the door.

"Bye Kurt," Finn waved before walking down the hallway to the elevator. He walked inside and waved at him one more time before the doors closed and Kurt couldn't see him anymore.

He sighed sadly to himself before closing the door to his apartment and looking around it. Without Finn it was so empty looking and he felt like he had before his brother had come, empty and drained and angry and hurt.

But he had made a promise to Finn to let everything go and to move on so that's what he needed to do. And with that he got to work on his assignments for NYADA seeing as he would be going back there for an in person class the next week.


He had spent the whole day working and by the time he had finally finished everything and was able to collapse onto his bed he was exhausted. But it really was a good way to forget about everything else in his life.

He fell asleep after a few minutes of just laying there when a couple of hours later, at two in the morning he got a phone call...

From his dad.

And there were about twenty calls that he had already missed.

And he didn't want to make the same mistake that he had made before.

But he did anyway.

"Hello?" Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed.

"Kurt?" He heard his dad ask from the other end.

"Yes?" Kurt asked, a note of irritation in his voice. "Is there a reason you're calling me at two in the morning? Here to lecture me some more?

"No Kurt, listen to me," Burt told him. "It's Finn,"

"What about him?"

"I got a phone call a little while ago. From an unknown number. Turns out it was a hospital in New York. Finn was there for some reason, I'm guessing to see you after… well you know. But turns out that Finn got into a car crash on his way to the airport,"

"No," Kurt whispered into his phone, his vision becoming blurred as tears came to his eyes.

"He didn't make it," Burt continued.

"Yes he did. He had to have," Kurt practically shouted. "He's not dead, he can't be,"

"I'm sorry bud, but there's nothing we can do,"

"Don't call me that…"

"Kurt you're really still going to hold this grudge between us after this? Grow up,"

"You have no right," Kurt's voice broke. "You can't call me bud, you can't call me son, nothing has changed between us because of this. Finn was all I had left and… he's not dead,"

"Yes he is Kurt. You think this is only hard on you, this is hard on all of us, don't be selfish by making this all about you,"

"I'm not making it all about me," Kurt yelled. "He was my brother, he was in New York visiting me, none of this would happened if…"

"If what? You're really going to blame this on me? Or Blaine?"

"I was going to blame myself," Kurt told him.

"Oh,"

"But what happens next? We have a funeral…"

"I have a funeral," Burt corrected him.

"Excuse me?"

"Well seeing as with everything that's happened with you and Blaine and Rachel and the rest of your glee club, I think it'd be better if you didn't come home to attend the funeral. You aren't invited son,"

"Don't call me that,"

"This is exactly why you can come. I'm not allowing it,"

"You can't do that, what did Carol say, she's Finn's mom? And Finn's my brother, who are you to say I can't come. Finn would want me there,"

"It's not up to Carol, she's too upset to think clearly but if she were in her right mind then she would agree with me on not inviting you. And it's not up to Finn either,"

"How could you even say that? It's his funeral, he loves me,"

"Since Finn's not here I'm making the decisions here. Now you can either except that fact or you can continue arguing with me but either way you're not coming,"

Kurt hung up. He didn't need to hear anymore of what he had to say. Nothing mattered anyway.

Finn was dead.

He had died in a car crash.

He wouldn't have gotten into the car crash if Kurt would've let him stay in New York with him like Finn wanted to.

Or if he hadn't come at all.

So it was all his fault.

And now he wasn't allowed to come to his funeral.

His brother's funeral.

And there wouldn't even be a funeral if it wasn't for him.

"I'm so sorry Finn," He whispered. His surroundings perfectly matched how he felt. He heard the faint sounds of cars driving outside his window along with raindrops falling on his window. The wind blew and his room was pitch black.

Empty.

Just how he felt.

Finn was the only person he had left. Carol had Burt, she would ultimately pick her husband over her step-son no matter how much she loved him. Sam had Blaine, they were best friends. Nick and Jeff were Blaine's friends too and they were his first. Sebastian couldn't count yet.

And no one else cared about him. They all got to go to his brother's funeral, they all had each other. He had nothing. How could he have lost so much, basically everyone that had ever loved him in the matter of days? Over one person? Why did they all choose Blaine over him?

Why did the only person he had left have to be taken from him?


Notes:

Cue crying 😭😭Idk was this sad? I think it was but I also think it's too short But also there isn't much to say. I wouldn't know what to say, I imagine I would cry but I've never had anyone close to me die before 😟

So Kurt has no one left now, what happens next? Next chapter is the last chapter and honestly I hate this story. It's so sad and I feel like it was just a waste of my time to write. But people seem to like it so I guess it wasn't a complete waste. Anyway I probably won't be writing anything like this ever again unless I get asked too 😶😶

But thanks for reading, please leave any comments, questions or feedback for me and have a great day/night! 😁😁

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