Happy Saturday!
Before you hate me: THIS IS THE SHORTEST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER WRITTEN AND I'M SORRY. But look at the chapter's title. Ready to forgive me yet? No? Okay, how about if I tell you that there's going to be another update tomorrow? Better now? :)
Thanks for commenting on the last chapter! You guys. I can't put down in words how much I appreciate your support. It's everything, really.
Thanks to Christine for her help, always.
Enjoy!
There was a sound. Incessant. Annoying. Neverending. What the hell was it? Why was it still going off? Burt tried to move around, to find the source of the sound, but found himself unable to. He felt too heavy to move and couldn't remember where he was or why he was here. He just knew he wasn't home and that the damn sound was driving him crazy.
But there was something else. A warm weight, something familiar, something he loved. It didn't take long for Burt to realize it had to be Kurt. He knew he was here, even though he couldn't see him. He could feel him holding his hand, and he could hear him cry.
His boy. His dear boy. He was in pain, but why? Had something happened? Kurt needed him. Whatever had happened, he needed his dad. He could feel it in the way he tightened his grip around his fingers. He could hear it in the way his breath hitched with every sob.
Burt desperately wanted to be able to offer him comfort, to do whatever it took to make his son happy again. But the heaviness kept growing more and more intense, until he could no longer hear the cries, or the beeping. He was sinking, somewhere far away, where he couldn't reach his kid.
Oh, Kurt, he thought, as he felt himself give in to the heaviness once more. I'm trying, buddy. Give me some time. I'm trying to get to you.
Burt Hummel's doing his best!
See you tomorrow for more :)
Love,
L.-