Sorry I haven't updated in a while, just haven't had any inspiration!

Don't own anything! Warnings for some talk of suicide. In this universe, Sadie Hawkins has not happened (YET!, so Kurt didn't meet Blaine at Dalton and didn't really do anything there other than spy.

Burt Hummel rarely ever cried. It wasn't that he thought it wasn't manly or was worried what others would think, he just never cried. He figured that a few tears wouldn't solve anything.

The first time he cried in his adult life was when his son was born. Holding the precious premie in his arms, the child pale and tiny, he had been awestruck by the beauty of it all. That he had created something with his lovely wife that would live a life of its own, special and unique.

The second time Burt cried was the night he got what would be dubbed as The Phone Call. His wife and son had been in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver. He had sobbed with relief when he held Kurt in his arms, barely hearing what the doctor said about the small boy's broken wrist and stiched neck. Strangely, his tears had slowed as the doctor took him aside to tell him about Lizzy's death. The news seemed to shock his tear ducts as well. He had continued to cry well into the night. The next morning, when Kurt asked innocently when his mother was coming home, he had cried once more.

The night his son came out of the closet, Burt softly cried himself to sleep. It wasn't because his son had disappointed him or because he wished Kurt was straight but because after seeing the horrible fear in Kurt's crystal eyes, Burt knew he had failed his only son, his last remnant of his late wife. If Elizabeth had been alive, Kurt wouldn't have been nearly has terrified. Burt had made Kurt this way, made him afraid of his own father. As the tears streamed down his face, Burt knew that he had to make this right, had to make Kurt understand how much he loved him, no matter what.

But tonight as Burt stared incredulously at his son's phone bill, he felt more tears than he had ever shed slip down his cheeks. And no, it wasn't because of the price, Burt had been smart enough to invest in limitless calling and texting, but because of the numerous calls to the same horrifying number.

866-488-7386

The Trevor Hotline. Burt knew it by heart, he had given Kurt the number after he had come out and the leaders at the PFLAG meetings Burt attended said to memorize it and look out for it on their children's phone histories. Although he had been hessitant to invade his teen's privacy, Burt had conceded seeing statistics on LGBT teen suicides. But even then, Burt had never thought he would find that number on Kurt's bill.

"Kurt!" he choked. He heard a snarky sigh echo from the kitchen and his tall son strutted into the room, carrying a mixing bowl.

"Yeah?" he asked. His eyes grew wide as he took in his father's tear covered face. "Dad! What's going on?" He set down the bowl, running to his father's side. Scanning the paper, he frowned. "It's just my phone bill, please Dad this is bad for your heart-"

"8-6-6...4-8-8...7-3-8-6..." Burt interrupted. Kurt sat down slowly, avoiding his father's gaze.

"Oh..." he said softly. Burt nodded, wiping away his tears.

"Bud, I am trying...So hard...To do right by you. I love you so much Kurt. And when I... When the guys down at the PFLAG meeting told me to memorize the damn Trevor Project hotline number, I couldn't even think about ever needing to use the information..."

Kurt swallowed, toying with his scarlett scarf. "You go to PFLAG meetings?" he whispered. Burt took off his cap, rubbing his eyes.

"I've been goin since I caught you dancin that Rihanna song with those girls down in the basement. I didn't wanna tell you cause I had to start skipping Deadliest Catch and didn't want you to feel bad..."

Tears glistened in Kurt's glasz eyes, mirroring his father's.

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I just didn't want to worry you...Things have just been hard lately..."

Burt began to sob, his face falling into his hands.

"Then tell me, bud! Just don't l-l-leave me! Please, Kurt I don't want to guilt you, but if it's what it takes to keep my-my-my baby boy, I will! You are all I have Kurt. Sure there is Carole and Finn and the tire shop, but you are my world! I love you so damn much kid, and I just can't have you even thinking about this sorta stuff!"

Kurt felt tears sting down his face, his heart breaking slowly.

"I don't want to leave...I just sometimes feel like I don't have any other options left... I mean, my life is just a series of thefts at this point! First mom and then my childhood and then my entire school environment! And then my first-"

His voice cut off and he looked away. Burt gazed at him.

"Your first what Kurt?" His father's voice sounded broken, full of fear of what his son would say. Kurt placed a quivering hand over his lips, shaking his head.

"K-Karofsky is gay... He kissed me. He stole my first kiss."

Burt shook with anger and he almost began to scream. How dare life be so unfair to his son? How dare the universe punish him like this!? Hadn't he been through enough? A thousand wishes flew through Mr. Hummel's mind as he prayed with his entire being to bear the weight of his son's trials, to take his place. He took a deep breath.

"Did you love the kid?"

Kurt gasped. "Of course not!"

"Did you want him to kiss you in any way?"

"No!"

Burt gulped, placing a hand over his sons shoulder. He was thin, too thin.

"Then it wasn't your first kiss. Your first kiss is when you express, through action, how much you care about someone. Karofsky asaulted you. He didn't kiss you, only you decide who kisses you,"

Tears ran down his son's pale cheeks and he nodded slowly.

"Thank you Dad," he murmered. Burt smiled softly, pulling Kurt into his arms. Suddenly, his phone buzzed from its position on the table. Burt glanced at it, gasping at the message.

"I gotta get to the hospital, one of my buddies from PFLAG, his son just got attacked, we're all meeting there to support him,"

Kurt paled, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack.

"Can I come?" he asked. Burt sighed slowly.

"I don't know kiddo, I don't think more examples of how cruel the world can be is what you need right now. Carol'll be home in a bit and you can help her fix some dinner."

The boy bit his lip, glancing down. Smiling softly, he tried a different approach.

"Come on Dad, I want to know more about your secret double life,"

Laughing, Burt picked up his coat and keys, still hesitant.

"Please, at least this would show me I'm not alone and maybe show the man's son he's not alone either..."

Burt nodded, motioning to the door. Kurt squeezed his father's shoulders, smiling as they left.

"Poor kid. His name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson..."

Hope you enjoyed my angsty Hummel feels! And a bit of Blangst ;) Just to clarify , I know very little about what they say in PFLAG meetings and the number I wrote is what Google told me, so it could be wrong. Please tell someone or at least call a hotline if you are having suicidal thoughts! Please Review and remember I take PROMPTS!

Klisses and Klugs to all!