Hey all! Hope you had good holidays! I'm back with lots of Burt Hummel "No-One-Pushes-The-Hummels-

Around-Not-Even-Charming-And-Attractive-And-Talented-Hobbits" angsty angst. Spoilers for S4, all the way up to Glee, Actually. Enjoy! :)

Burt entered the modern looking office, smiling as he and Carole took in the enormous " " sign.
"Hello," he said, approaching the front desk with a smile.
"We're looking for Kurt Hummel," grinned Carole. The young girl at the desk went to glance at a list on her desk. Before she could give them directions though, a tall, beautiful woman came out of nowhere, calling out excietedly.
"You must be Kurt's dad!" she exclaimed.
Burt beamed, nodding. "Burt Hummel. And you are?"
She curtisied theatrically, holding the edges of her black peplum skirt."Oh I'm Isabel, his boss! Barely though, I swear that kid is so dedicated he could run this place!"
Carole and Burt laughed, exchanging proud looks. "He's always been really good at all this fashion stuff," Burt agreed.
Carole nodded, patting her husband's arm affectionately."Now, could you tell us where he is? We'd like to take him out to lunch."
Isabel glanced around for a moment before grabbing Burt's arm, dragging the couple into her office. Closing the door halfway, she spun around.
"Take a seat," she whispered.
Burt and Carole sat down, looking at her worriedly.
"Kurt has been acting very odd," she explained, sitting behind her desk.
Burt's brow furrowed. "Have you talked to him? Cause that doesn't sound like him, he's a real hardworker-"
Isabel let out a frustrated groan. "Jeez, you Hummels are all the same, work, work, work! No, the problem isn't his work, it's just his state-of-being. I often catch him nearly in tears and he doesn't seem to be getting any sleep. He doesn't eat when we do, always says he already has, but I know he hasn't taken a break!"
Burt leaned back in his chair, releasing Carole's hand. "That sounds like Kurt when he's upset, but I haven't got a clue what he could be so torn up about...What's the date?"
Isabel glanced at her watch. "Oct. 24th," she answered.
Burt shook his head. "I didn't forget Lizzy's birthday or her the day she died then,"
"Lizzy?" Isabel questioned softly.
"His mother, she passed away when Kurt was nine," explained Carole.
Isabel sighed. "I always get the feeling getting this job was the first good thing to happen to that kid in a while,"
Burt nodded. "Well this job and his boyfriend, Blaine,"
Isabel raised an eyebrow, straightening in her seat.
Catching her drift, Burt shook his head, scoffing."No way, him and Blaine are like soulmates. They ain't breakin up anytime soon,"
"We weren't until he slept with someone else,"
The group turned in sync, mouths open as they spotted Kurt, standing with his arms wrapped around himself in the doorway.
"If you have a question about my personal life, feel free to ask Isabel," he said, glancing at his feet. "You too Dad,"
Carole was the first to speak. "Kurt, sweetie-"
"I'm fine, really. I haven't been getting a ton of sleep, no and I haven't had much of an appetite, but really I'll be fine,"
The three adults exchanged looks
"Kurt, why don't you take the rest of the day off?" Isabel offered. Kurt stared at her for a minute before nodding.
"Come on, Dad, you came all the way here to surprise me with lunch, let's go," he said, his face twisting into a smile.
Burt grabbed Carole's hand, following his son.
They were outside the building when Kurt stopped. He faced the building, staring at his reflection. He was dressed in all black, a wool sweater pulled over a pair of dark straight leg jeans. His hair was flatter than Burt had ever seen it, pushed to one side and falling onto his forehead.
After a few silent moments, Kurt shoulder's began to shake.
"Oh kiddo," muttered Burt, pulling the boy into his arms.
Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed into his father's shoulder. "Why?" he cried, shaking his head. "How could he do this to me?"
Carole leaned forward, whispering into her husband's ear. "I'm going to go pick up some comfort food, I'll meet you at the apartment. Make him some hot cocoa and get him settled on the couch with a blanket."
They walked to Kurt's apartment in silence, save for the younger Hummel's hysterical sobs. He didn't seem to be able to stop, gulping for air every few minutes.
Burt walked his son to the couch, laying his quaking body down.
Kurt curled into the cushions. As Burt made the hot cocoa, he sang softly.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when sky are gray,
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you,
So please don't take my sunshine away,"
By the end of the short, out of tune song, Kurt was calmed down, taking deep breaths and wiping at his eyes.
Burt sat on the couch, handing Kurt his drink and pulling his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The countertenor took a long sip of cocoa. "Sorry," he murmured.
Burt shook his head. "I'm sorry, kid,"
Kurt looked down, one last tear dropping into his cup. "We were supposed to grow old together, you know? He was supposed to be it for me."
Burt nodded. "I know, Kurt, I know,"
Smiling weakly, Kurt nudged his father. "Hey, on the brightside, with cocoa this good, you're the only man I need in my life, right?"
Burt chuckled half-heartedly. "That's right, kiddo,"

Blaine sighed, taking a seat in the silent waiting room.
Burt glanced at the boy's tense form. "Thanks for comin with me, kid. You didn't have to, Carole could've gotten off early,"
The teen shrugged. "I promised Kurt I'd watch out for you,"
The elder man smiled. "That kid worries about me way too much,"
"He looks up to you like crazy. Your approval is pretty much his goal in life," Blaine countered.
Burt laughed. "I think you're exaggerating,"
The ex-Warbler pursed his lips, shaking his head. "I don't think so. I...I just want to make sure you know how badly you need to fight this,"
Burt looked away. "I'm fine, Blaine-"
"He would've stayed in the closet for you, you know,"
The father froze. "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning forward in his plastic chair. Blaine took a breath, holding Burt's gaze. He felt his heart squeeze painfully as he noticed the man had the same eyes as his son.
Blaine curled into his boyfriend, smiling as the taller teen carded his fingers through his curls.
Leaning down to capture Blaine's lips in his, Kurt shifted.
"Mmmmmm," Blaine murmured. "Isn't Father Hummel going to be home soon?" he asked, half-heartedly fighting Kurt's pale fingers as they reached to unbutton his shirt.
Kurt stiffened under Blaine's grasp. The shorter boy pulled back instantly, grabbing Kurt's hands.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Kurt shook his head. "Nothing, my dad has a check-up today and it's stressing me out,"
Squeezing his boyfriend's hands, Blaine sat up. "I'm sure he's healthy as horse," he said.
Kurt nodded before looking up, his eyes bright green."But what if he isn't, B? No...No one really knows how bad it was when my mom passed away. Everyone was too young, they forgot. I didn't. I don't think I ever will."
Blaine was silent, waiting for his boyfriend to continue.
"She was my whole world. And then she was gone and my dad had almost been taken as well and... I just latched onto him, onto the one constant, good thing in my life. I mean, school was hell and I didn't have any friends and I was starting to realize how different I actually was and Dad was just always there, no matter how quiet or sad. I...I would do anything not to lose him."
Blaine noticed the heaviness in his boyfriend's voice immediately. "What do you mean?"
Kurt looked away.
"When he came out to you, he was planning on 'straightening out' if you were disappointed or had tried to kick him out. He'd do literally anything for you." explained Blaine, wincing at the raw memory.
The men were silent for a moment before Burt spoke, his voice strong.
"I'm going to fight as hard as I can. I don't want to leave him." he paused. "It's just too bad I don't have anyone to leave him with. Before I thought for sure he'd be okay, that he'd have you. But clearly that isn't for sure anymore."
Blaine swallowed, hearing the accusatory tone in the man's voice. "I'll always be there for him. As close as he'll let me."
Burt shook his head. "Then why'd you do it?"
They both knew what Burt was talking about.
A cheery nurse entered the room, calling out. "Burt Hummel,"
Blaine let out a deep breath. Looking straight at his love's father, right into those ocean eyes, Blaine confessed. "I'm still trying to figure that out,"
Burt nodded, rising and striding away slowly. He turned to Blaine one last time, his expression hard. "Just stay the hell away from my son till you figure it out,"
Nodding back with tears in his eyes, Blaine sat back. He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. It had been a solo.
Again.

I love me some Hummel feels :) I feel like Kurt loves his dad like crazy and would do anything for him. If Burt does pass away, it better be realistic and be given the air time nessacary for Kurt to grieve. And honestly, although I'm a huge Klainer, it better not be like "Oh I'm so sad, but I have Blaine so I'm totally fine,". As a Kurtsie, that'd really upset me. Please review and prompt! Klisses and Klugs to all!