ONLY ONE MORE WEEK GUYS!

Hello, so I have finished 3 out of my 4 exams and my next one isn't until Wednesday so I have a bit of a break and decided that you lovely people deserved an update - yay! I have to admit that I'm not super duper happy with this chapter, but I need a couple of chapters to fill in some gaps, so hopefully you like it!

ENJOY :)

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He didn't tell his dad about Blaine. Sure, he probably knew that something was up, but Kurt couldn't tell him. He couldn't stress him out, not after his heart attack. His dad's health came first, his own heartache second. He'd made Finn promise not to tell either his dad or Carole, when they were laying awake in bed the night after Kurt had had his breakdown in the hospital cafeteria. If he told his dad, his dad would stress out about him. If he told Carole, she would tell his dad without a doubt, and his dad would stress. So neither of them could know.

However, as easy as it sounded, it wasn't. The first few days were okay, his worry about his dad distraction enough. But then he was up in bed and talking, and then he was released from hospital, and then they were heading home. So other than his dad not being back at work yet, it was as if everything was the same as it always had been; just with a diet comprised of less salt and fat and more vegetables.

Even though this relieved him to no end, it finally gave Kurt enough time and enough energy to move his thoughts to Blaine. However, soon he became all that he could think about and it was beginning to take its toll; the thoughts and the 'what if's eating away at his insides and keeping him awake into the crazy hours of the night.

On his first day back at school, just over a week after Burt had been released from hospital and they'd returned home, his friends could tell that something was up; Mercedes in particular.

"You okay?" she asked him quietly during lunch, bumping his knee with hers.

Looking into her worried eyes, he said with a small smile, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"You sure? Is this about your dad?"

"Yes. And no..." Kurt shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly, pushing his food around his plate with his fork.

"Does this have anything to do with that mysterious curly-headed boy who kissed you and swept you off your feet?" Mercedes whispered, her voice tinted with laughter.

"Yeah," his smile faltering. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm just not really in the mood to talk about it right now."

"Well, I'm here when you want to."

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"So, I was talking to Finn earlier," Carole prompted as her and Kurt were washing dishes one night later that week. When Kurt remained silent, intent on drying the dinner plate in his hands, Carole continued. "I know that something is bothering you, and at first I thought you were just worried about your dad, but now I'm not so sure. I know that Finn knows something that you're not telling me. And that's perfectly fine, if you want to confide in him. But when I asked him about it he said that I should speak to you, because it wasn't his place to say. I'm worried about you Kurt, and I'll understand completely if you don't feel comfortable talking to me about it. Just know that I am here for you, if or when you want to."

By this point, neither of the pair were washing the dishes anymore.

"Do you promise not to tell, Dad?" Kurt said, turning to Carole with tear-filled eyes. "I don't want him worrying about me. It's not good for his heart!"

"Of course, sweetie. It'll just be between us, I promise," she said, removing her gloves and taking the damp tea towel from Kurt's hands. "C'mon, let's go and sit on the couch. Your dad's upstairs showering."

Once they were seated on the couch and Kurt began to talk, he couldn't stop; all of his bottled up feelings finally coming to the surface.

"When we were away, I met a boy His name was Blaine and he was so sweet and kind and beautiful and he was such a gentleman and he kissed me, Carole! He kissed me! A handsome and amazing and wonderful man kissed me and it was everything. I know this is going to sound so ridiculous and you're probably going to tell me that I'm crazy, but after we met up almost everyday and played mini golf and had a picnic and kissed a bit more -" he said the last part in a whisper, feeling embarrassed at speaking to his step-mum about this, "and I – well – I fell in love with him. I fell in love with a boy I only knew for a week. One week!"

A small smile on her lips, Carole said, "It doesn't sound crazy at all. It sounds romantic."

"Well, I was going to meet up with him on his last day at the park and we were going to exchange phone numbers and organise how we would keep in touch, but then Dad had his heart attack the night before and he left and I wasn't there to meet him! He probably waited there all afternoon and I didn't show up and he probably thinks I hate him. And now I don't know how to contact him! Kurt was openly crying by now, his breaths coming out as short gasps and his heart beating loud in his ears.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," Carole said, feeling as though her own heart might break at seeing her step-son so distraught.

As he laid down, tucking his legs under himself and resting his head on her lap, Carole ran her hands through his hair, remembering how she used to do the same for Finn when he was upset. It was only a few minutes later when she heard Burt making his way down the stairs. Being careful not to move around too much, she met Burt's worried gaze and questioning brow with a sad smile and a small shake of her head.

Kurt needed a mum right now.

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Awwwwwwww poor little Kurt D:

I hope you enjoyed it! If you are interested and are in need of some cheering up, feel free to check out some of my oneshots (I wrote a moulin!klaine one yesterday and its all love and happiness and needy kisses!)

Please review and let me know what you thought :)

Em xoxo