This is a rather sad story... I have no idea why I wrote this... Again...

Anyway, enjoy.

'Hey Lucy, I remember your name. I left a dozen roses on your grave today.' ~Skillet.

Kurt had been acting weird all day.

Blaine sighed, trying to think of reasons why Kurt was avoiding him. Maybe he'd said or done something wrong? But he really couldn't think of anything.

'What's wrong, man?' Wes asked, mouth half-full with pizza. They were sitting in the cafeteria of Dalton. Blaine had shoved his pizza away, not really feeling like eating now that his boyfriend was acting the way he was.

Kurt wasn't talking. He was avoiding Blaine any way possible. He wasn't at the cafeteria with them, even though he usually always was. He didn't seem happy at all.

Blaine was pretty sure Kurt had been acting normal the day before, so maybe something happened in between.

What if it was something bad that had happened?

'Blaine?' Wes asked again, causing Blaine to look up.

'Huh?' Both Wes and David rolled their eyes at Blaine's brilliant reply.

'What's wrong?'

Blaine looked away.

'Kurt's been avoiding me and I don't know what I did wrong.' Blaine unconsciously pouted, which the other two boys chuckled at. Blaine frowned at his two (so-called) best friends.

'Kurt's been avoiding EVERYONE, Blaine. Not just you.'

'Wes is right for once-'

'Hey!'

'-This morning, I wanted to ask him to sit next to me in class. He just looked at me, then looked away and went to sit somewhere alone.'

'Yeah, and I saw him in the hallways on the way here and called out his name. He just looked over his shoulder and then started walking really fast. When I turned the corner, I saw him walking up the stairs, so I gave up and came here.'

All three of the boys frowned, until Blaine stood up and grabbed his bag.

'I'm going to go and look for him.'

As Blaine started walking out of the cafeteria, Wes and David shot each other a glance. Then both of them got up and ran after Blaine, pizza forgotten.

'Blaine, maybe he just wants to be alone for a while if something bad happened.'

'Or maybe he just has a really bad day and needs to be alone?'

At this, Wes looked at David, surprised at the boy's thoughtfulness, while he usually is too blunt and occupied with other thoughts to think about other people and the possibility of them having a bad day.

Wes sighed. David looked at him, eyebrows raised.

'Dude, what's up with you?'

'Nothing. You just grew up so fast.'

'What the hell?' David's eyes went wide at the odd comment of his best friend.

'Guys, focus, please.' Blaine said, slightly annoyed at his friends acting as if they weren't looking for Kurt to ask what was wrong.

'Sorry.' The other two said simultaneously.

Just then they rounded the corner and ended up in the hall in which both the front door and the stairs were. They saw the door closing and through the window next to the door, they saw the familiar figure of their favourite endearing spy walking down the stairs that led to the parking lot of Dalton. The three boys glanced at each other and then back at Kurt, who was walking towards his car.

'Let's follow him.' David said, already looking quite excited at the prospect of following their spy as if they were spies themselves. Really something for David to think that way.

'I have my car keys in my pocket, so we'll take my car.' Wes and David were already speed walking towards the front door, while Blaine just looked utterly shocked.

'Guys…' Blaine frowned, but ran after his best friends, just being glad they didn't have any classes that afternoon.

'I still think this is a bad idea.' Blaine grumbled as they hid just around the corner of some flower shop they'd seen Kurt walking in.

'Dude, relax.'

'David's right. We're just worried about him. You of all people can't really blame us, now can you.' Wes smirked, while Blaine scowled at him, knowing Wes had a point.

'But still…' Blaine began.

'What if it's something private? Like he's just visiting someone he hasn't seen in a long time and he was just nervous about it… Or maybe someone who's sick?'

'Blaine, stop making excuses. It's not helping our mission.' David grumbled at him.

'Since when is this a mission? And anyway, I still think we shouldn't invade his privacy.'

'Quiet. There he is.' Wes shushed the other two boys and peeked around the corner, watching Kurt cross the road, and walking in the opposite direction of where the boys were standing.

'Come on, guys.'

David was already silently walking after Kurt, making sure to keep a decent amount of distance between the three boys (the other two boys had followed him the moment he began to walk) and Kurt himself.

Kurt was carrying two bouquets of all kinds of beautiful flowers.

'Does anyone have any idea why he's carrying two bouquets?'

Wes looked at the other boys, but they shook their heads.

Not even five minutes later, there were dark-grey clouds above their heads, signalling bad weather. Kurt suddenly stood still, causing the other three to stand still too, hoping he wouldn't turn around. But suddenly, he walked towards something on his left.

Blaine, Wes and David, who had been hiding behind a wall, quickly but at the same time quietly walked over to where Kurt had gone.

It was a cemetery.

'Guys…' But Blaine had no idea what else to say. He knew he should leave his boyfriend alone at the moment, but all he wanted to do was wrap the pale countertenor in his arms.

Wes and David seemed to understand.

'But why two bouquets?' Wes asked again, but not very willing to go and ask Kurt, not only because he knew Kurt deserved some privacy, but also because he hated cemeteries.

Suddenly, it started raining heavily. Wes quickly grabbed the umbrella he'd taken with him from the car and within seconds, the three boys stood under the umbrella.

'Guys, what about Kurt?' Blaine asked his friends with wide eyes full of concern.

Wes and David both looked as if they wanted to say something, but then glanced at each other and then at Kurt, who was standing in the middle of the cemetery.

The pale boy was looking down, already having put down the flowers on two graves that were right next to each other. He didn't even seem to have noticed the cold rain pouring down on him.

Blaine bit his lip. He really wanted to find a reason to go over there, to his boyfriend and hug him.

'Maybe we should at least bring him the umbrella.' Wes offered, seemingly having read the curly haired singer's mind.

At this, Blaine's face lit up.

'Come on, then.'

Less than a minute later, they were standing right behind Kurt.

Their faces softened when they read what was on the two gravestones.

'Mollie Elizabeth Hummel'

'Lucy Elizabeth Hummel'

Kurt turned around and gave the three of them a weak smile.

'Hi, guys.' He said, not even looking slightly surprised.

The three boys gave him smiles back. Kurt looked down for a second before turning his head back at the gravestones.

The other boys simultaneously stepped forward to make sure Kurt was standing under the umbrella too.

Granted, each of them had almost half of their bodies still standing in the rain, but they didn't care.

'What happened?' Wes asked softly and very careful. He didn't want to hurt Kurt or offend him or do anything wrong at all, but he couldn't help his curiosity.

Kurt looked back at him. Then he closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, he began talking.

'My mother, Mollie, had come to pick me up from school and she'd brought the one year old Lucy with her. Lucy was my baby sister. It was raining heavily back then too.

I was sitting in the backseat of the car, on the right side. Lucy was on the left side. My mother was behind the wheel.
We came across some intersection, but there was an apparently very drunk driver in a heavy-loaded truck. I only remember headlights, my mother screaming and then I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. Both my mother and Lucy were gone.

Today is eleven years ago that it happened.'

Kurt had tears streaming down his face, while Blaine had his arms wrapped around him. Wes and David had tears in their eyes too, but didn't really know what else to do.

So they let Kurt cry for a while, until he calmed down and smiled at them apologetically.

'Sorry about that.'

'It's okay.'

'Yeah, man. Don't worry about it.'

And Blaine just smiled at him.

'We should head back to Dalton. Otherwise we'll all get a cold because of me.' Kurt chuckled weakly.

So they started walking back towards their cars.

'Kurt, would you mind if I drove you back to Dalton?' Blaine asked shyly.

'Sure.' Kurt gave him his keys. Blaine softly smiled to himself, knowing Kurt must have trusted him completely, otherwise he wouldn't have let him drive his Navigator.

'Kurt?' Wes asked.

'Yes, Wes?' Kurt smirked.

'Why is it that you didn't seem surprised when we were there with you? At the cemetery, I mean?'

'Let's just say you guys seriously need to work on your spying skills.'

'Huh?'

'I could hear you guys talk when I was in the flower shop.'

At this, the three other boys looked at each other, before bursting out laughing. Even Kurt smiled.

I have no idea why I ended the story like that. It was all suspicion and angst-y and then it ended really lame and I am so sorry and I have no idea why I did it and please don't hate me now.

End.