A/N: SO MANY ALERTS AND FAVORITES FOR THIS STORY. HOLY SHIT. I love you all.
I was planning on updating Calm Before The Storm first, but I finally figured out the direction I want this to go in! This is (very loosely) based on a real life situation, and naturally, things get worse before they can get any better. (I think this is the longest chapter I've written for this?)
read and review! (pleaaaase? with all of you that have this on favorites/alert, i want feedback. :P)
Kurt woke up to his iPhone ringing super loudly. "I swore I turned that off before we went to bed…" he mumbled. "Hello?" he asked, groggily. "Hi, Kurt, It's Claire, Blaine's mom." "Oh, Hi, Claire!" he said, perking up a bit. "We should be heading over to your house for dinner in a few hours…I'm just waiting on your son to wake up."
"That won't be necessary. There has been a change in plans…Robert passed away from a heart attack last night." Claire said, trying to hold back a sob. "Oh, I'm so sorry. We'll be over there as soon as we can. Do you want me to wake up Blaine so you can tell him?"
"Yes, if you don't mind." "Blaine, sweetie, wake up, your mom needs to speak with you."
Blaine took the news very hard, he broke down almost immediately after getting off of the phone with his mother. Sure, he hated the man, but he was still his father. "Can I just sit here for a while longer? I want to try and process this before I have to face family."
"Sure sweetie, anything you want." "Can you get me a pop-tart or two? I know Finn still keeps some in the cupboard upstairs." Kurt ran upstairs to the kitchen within seconds.
Why the hell am I crying over this? That man was nothing but an asshole to me. Sure, he was my dad…but he treated me like shit. Blaine thought, while trying to get dressed and freshen up.
"Blaine," Kurt said running down the stairs and tossing the package of pop-tarts on his bed. "I hope you don't mind, but Carole was in the kitchen when I was up there, so I had to tell her we'd be leaving as soon as possible, and about your dad."
"Why would I mind? She's your stepmom, and you need to tell her things." Blaine said, buttoning up a pair of jeans.
"At least we get to see Cooper while we're there. I'm not looking forward to dealing with all of my dad's colleagues and family members…"
he grabbed the package of pop-tarts and sat back on the bed. "I don't want to leave just yet…can we cuddle for a bit?"
"Sure."
"Okay, remember, in and out as fast as possible. I only want to see my mom and Cooper. "Blaine said, smoothing out his button-up shirt as they walked up to Blaine's childhood home. "Got it."
"Hi Blainey!" Cooper said, the minute they walked into the house, weirdly happy for such a depressing occasion.
"Hey." "Ooh, yeah, now I see why you were in such a hurry to get off of Skype when I called…" said Cooper, getting a good look at Blaine. Kurt looked up and glared at him.
"Where's mom? Kurt and I can't stay for the wake, we need to be back in New York in the morning." Blaine said, looking around.
"In her bedroom getting ready, I think."
"Mom?" Blaine said, knocking on the doorframe to his mother's bedroom. "Blaine, I'm so glad you're here." Claire said, getting up from her bed to toss a tissue into the trash bin and hug her son and his boyfriend.
"uhm, about that...Kurt and I need to be back in New York by morning, so we unfortunately can't stay for the wake. Yes, I know, he's my dad and I need to, but Kurt needs to be back home for work, and I honestly don't think I can face and other family members or dad's colleagues right now."
"Okay, I understand, I guess I can just think up something to tell anyone that asks where you are."
"Thanks mom, I love you."
"I love you too."
"Blaine?" Kurt asked his boyfriend, in their apartment's bedroom the next afternoon. "Have you moved at all since I left this morning?"
"No." Blaine said quietly, from under the covers. "Other than to get snacks and go to the bathroom, anyways."
"Want to cuddle? I don't feel up to cooking tonight so we can order in and watch a few movies."
"That sounds amazing." Blaine said, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend.