Kurt was in the Ms. Banks, the social worker's, car after being picked up from the airport, and they were driving down the streets of Ohio. Kurt was looking out the window, admiring the clean streets, and the nice, brick houses. Where he was from, the nicest streets only had two hookers at the intersection, and the biggest, cleanest house only had three broken windows.
The car slowed to a halt at a large, brick house. This must be my new home, Kurt thought. I bet these people are loaded.
It was a very nice house, siding that was actually clean white, and grass that wasn't completely brown.
Ms. Banks walked out of the car and a woman who looked to be in her early forties approached her. Kurt stayed in the car. "Hello, I'm Amy Banks."
The woman shook her hand, "I'm Carole Hudson-Hummel, pleased to meet you."
"Well, it was very kind and generous of you to take him in. We had a feeling that Kurt wouldn't do well in foster care."
Carole nodded her head, curious to see Kurt. Amy motioned for him to come over, and when Kurt got out Carole was not picturing this. Kurt was wearing an old t-shirt that was way too tight, and sagging, long blue jeans. His hair was tousled, and his clothes and face were extremely dirty. It looked like he hadn't showered in weeks, but he still reeked of cheap cologne.
"Kurt, this is Carole Hudson-Hummel, your new guardian," Amy Banks said.
Kurt nodded his head her way and continued to kick at some dirt on the side of the road. "Ms. Hudson-Hummel, this is Kurt Hampton."
Carole raised her eyebrows at the last name, then felt stupid because of course he would take his mother's last name, he never knew his father. And he never would.
Kurt blocked out their conversation, and then looked curiously as a giant teenage boy emerged from the house. "Hey!" he called, running up to see the new member of the Hudson clan. "I'm Finn," He waved way to excitedly, Kurt thought.
"Kurt."
"So, you're seventeen?" The taller teen asked, starting his own conversation while the social worker and his mother talked.
"Sixteen, actually, I'll be seventeen in May."
"Oh, that's cool. Do you have your license yet?"
"No," Kurt answered sassily, Boy, he really is dumb. Did his mother tell him anything about me at all? I barely even had food let alone a car to drive."
"Oh, well that's okay I'll drive you to school anyways."
Kurt nodded, then thought, School? I don't know anything about school. I only learned how to read and write from the neighbor down the hall when I was five.
Ms. Banks and Carole stopped talking and then they said their goodbyes. Carole led Finn and Kurt into the house, giving Kurt the full tour. When they came up the stairs they walked down the hall and stopped at a small room on the left side of the hall. "Kurt," Carole said, "This is where you'll be sleeping, I know it's kind of small, but this was our only guest room."
"Who else will be staying in here?" Kurt asked There is no way this room is all for me, he thought.
"Just you," Carole said, "Well I'll be down the hall, and Finn is right across from you, but this is your room. And right through that door is your bathroom," Carole said, pointing towards a wooden door at the back of the bedroom. "Well I'll give you sometime to get settled in, dinner will be ready in about an hour."
Finn smiled at him and awkwardly left a few minutes after his mother. Kurt looked around his room, a bed, a dresser, a vanity, and a small T.V. In the bathroom was a toilet, a shower/tub and a sink. Wow, these people really are loaded.
About an hour later Carole called him down to dinner and he followed Finn into the dining room. They ate the most food Kurt had ever seen in one meal. There was chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, carrots, and a homemade cake for desert. Kurt's jaw dropped slightly.
I know that this chapter is short, but I promise a new update soon!