So heres some...lighter...topics. I'm trying to balance out the angstyness a tiny bit.
Everyone had been through so much in the process of two days. Carole had almost lost her fiancé, almost lost her fiancé's son and had in fact, lost her son and her only tie to her long dead husband in two days, and honestly believed that she would never step into a hospital again. Or at least, she had hoped.
Kurt had woken up two weeks after Finn jumped off the roof of the hospital, and had plunged into desperate tears the minute his eyes opened. "I'm supposed to be dead! Why did you save me? I don't want to live!" It seemed as though the mantra was supposed to comfort Kurt himself, and no matter how hard anyone tried, they couldn't get him to stop shouting, no matter how much it would harm him, or no matter how much it obviously hurt him. No one, that is, until Carole shouted aloud the elephant in the room, "Finn's Dead!"
Kurt hadn't spoken a word since then. Mercedes, along with the rest of Glee Club had come to visit, and they had all tried to talk to the mute Kurt, but the boy would have none of it and looked away, listening but avoiding contact at all costs. After a while, the talking stopped altogether.
He had gotten to go home two weeks later, although a shrink would be checking on him weekly. It seemed that nowadays the old man was the only one who would be able to get Kurt to speak, and although Burt was grateful for it, it didn't mean he didn't he miss his little boy.
"Kurt…buddy," Burt started gently, "you know you can talk to me about anything right?". There was silence for a few minutes, completely quiet except for the soft breathing of both Hummel's. As Burt grew tired of the silence and was about to repeat himself he heard a soft mumble. "I loved him Dad….and he was stupid and broke my heart. Never, ever, would I have thought, that I could have broken his in return." Burt started crying as he bundled his sobbing son up in his arms, but they weren't sad tears, at least not completely. His boy was talking, that had to mean something right?
A week later, a Tuesday in fact, the Hummel's had returned to the hospital, although this time, it was a different kind of visit. Carole had never wanted to be in a hospital ever again, but as she lay in her hospital gown she had never loved f her Fiance's food poisoning potatoes more. "Congratulations Ms. Hudson. You're pregnant."
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