Chapter 44: Something's Wrong

Kurt walked in the door of his house and found a stack of boxes piled along the hallway and in the living room.

"Hey, Bud, sorry about the boxes. We're starting to pack up the stuff we don't need out to take to the new house." Burt said, emerging from the living room with Carole.

"Okay." Kurt turned and walked to his room.

"We left some boxes downstairs for you, in case you want to start packing." Carole said.

"Thank you." Kurt walked downstairs without saying anything else, and shut the door behind him.

"That's strange." Burt said, staring after his son.

"What is, Honey?" Carole asked.

"He normally asks me how my day was. And sticks around to talk about his." Burt said, puzzled.

"Is something wrong between him and Sam, maybe?" Carole asked.

"As far as I know, everything is fine." Burt answered. "Maybe something happened at school and he doesn't want to talk about it."

"Finn might know." Carole said. "We can ask him when he comes over."

"Maybe we should order some pizza's tonight." Burt suggested. "I have a feeling Kurt may not want to cook tonight."

"Make sure to get extra, for Finn." Carole smiled.

"How could I forget?" Burt laughed.


Kurt listened to his Dad and Carole talk about him. He hoped they didn't try to talk to him about it, or get Finn to when he arrived.

He knew he couldn't tell them about Karofsky, and his threat.

''Cause if you do, I'm going to KILL you.'

The threat rang in his head. Kurt walked over and sat on his bed. He looked at the picture of him and his Mom.

"What do I do, Mama?" He said out loud, picking up the photo, a tear slipping down his cheek. As much as Kurt loved Carole, she wasn't his Mother. Right now, he needed his Mother's advice.

Kurt laid down on his bed, and clutched the photo to his chest. He closed his eyes, tears sliding out. Kurt let the tears fall from his eyes, and eventually, he drifted off into sleep.


It was an hour later when Burt realized Kurt was too quiet in his room.

"I'm going to go check on him." Burt said to Carole.

"Okay. I'll organize some things in here while you do." She smiled.

"Sounds good." Burt said, standing up. "Oh, and if Finn gets here while I'm downstairs, you two can set about ordering the pizza's. You know what Kurt and I like."

"Sure, Sweetie." Carole watched her future husband head down to the basement.

'I hope everything is okay.' She thought, packing more books into a box.

Burt reached the bottom of his son's stairs. He looked around, and found his son fast asleep on his bed, still fully clothed, tear stains on his sweet face while clutching a picture to his chest. Burt carefully extracted the frame from his son's hands and looked at it.

His heart immediately softened as he gazed down at the picture of Kurt and his Mother.

Burt gently placed the photo on the pillow beside Kurt, and reached down to remove his son's boots before carefully covering him with the comforter. He watched as Kurt snuggled into the blanket.

Burt brushed his hand over his son's hair lightly, leaning down and kissing Kurt's head before turning. He made his way back up the stairs to Carole.

He shut Kurt's door softly, and entered the living room.

"How is he?" Carole asked, she and Finn turning to Burt.

"He's sleeping. And something is bothering him."

"How do you know?" Carole asked, rubbing Burt's back as he sat on the couch beside her.

"He had dried tear marks on his face, and he was clutching Maribelle's picture to his chest." Burt said, dropping his face into his hands.

"Who's Maribelle?" Finn asked.

"Kurt's Mother. He keeps a picture of the two of them on his bedside table, and he was holding it tight." Burt answered. "He only does that if something is really troubling him."

"Has something happened at school?" Carole asked her son.

"Not as far as I know." Finn shook his head.

"I hope it's not something bad." Burt said, looking at Carole and Finn.