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Summary: Burt Hummel is one of the most feared mob bosses, and in order to get to him his enemies are going after his twin sons but Burt will be damned before that happens, so he sends them to Dalton. Will it be enough?
Rating: T
Disclaimer: don't own glee or song
"The Hummel Clan"
Proper Burial
(Kurt POV)
"Ah!"
I wake up with a start, once again drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Night after night I've woken up from different nightmares, all of them leaving me wrung up and angry, all of them reminding me of who I left behind.
"Gabe!" I say after deciding my next move,, "Gabriel Hummel, wake the hell up" I walk up to my brother's bed and shake him awake.
"What? What is it? Are you okay?" he asks, instantly awake.
"I'm going back to those woods, you can stay or go with me, I really don't care but I'm not spending another day here knowing that Marissa's body is still lying there wrapped up tightly in blankets" I say, voice breaking slightly.
"Want me to get Blaine and the others" he asks silently, not wanting to upset me any further.
"Yes" I sigh and move to my closet "Meet me outside in fifteen minutes, I'll get Sam, Peter, Cam and Nate to get the stuff we need in the Navigator"
He nods and leaves the room. I quickly strip and change into dark skinny jeans, black sneakers and Dalton hoodie before taking a deep breath and exiting the room as well.
"How are we going to know where to start exactly?" Jeff asks half an hour before we land at one of Quebec's airstrips "I mean Quebec is really big and –"
"I called Paul and he gave me the directions to where he found Kurt" my dad cuts him off.
"And I'll take over from there" I whisper, not raising my head from Blaine's lap.
"Are you sure you want to do this Kurt? There's no rush here and-"
"I'm sure" I cut my dad off "She deserves a proper burial and her family deserves the closure"
"Speaking of burial, where are we taking the body?" Blaine asks.
"Marissa Komarovski, youngest daughter of Alexei Veronika Komarovski, Russian immigrants currently living in Seattle" I sigh and sit up "That's where we're going next" I say.
The rest of the flight was silent and so was the drive to the location where I was found. By the time the car comes to a stop, nerves are consuming me and I begin to regret ever coming here.
"Ready?" Blaine whispers in my ear, holding out his hand.
I take a deep breath and lace my fingers with his "As long as you're with me" I whisper back and let him pull me out of the car. I look around, close my eyes and start to relive my escape to try and back track my every step; I start walking, completely forgetting those around me, only concentrating on my direction and the hand that's keeping me grounded.
I walk for about fifteen minutes before I come across the first sign of me actually being here, shell casings litter the ground around me, trees have bullet holes everywhere I turn. And although it's disturbing to see and remember, a small smile appears on my face because I'm happy I'm on the right track.
It takes me awhile before finally finding the damn place and once I do I stop in my tracks, when I was running I never looked back to see the place and I'm happy I didn't because I can't believe such a beautiful cabin became hell for me for so long.
I hesitate before pulling my hand away from Blaine's grasp in order to pull my weapons out, I hear the others doing the same before walking up the stairs and kicking the door open, we span out and clear the house, I wait for the all clear before walking towards the living room.
"Over here" I yell and wait for the rest to join me before putting my guns away so I can search for the secret latch and pull the floor boards aside to reveal wide stairs leading to the bottom floor. "You might as well put the guns away there's no body down here" I say, looking at the amount of undisturbed dust on the floor "Hasn't been for a while" I whisper and start descending.
I touch along the wall and flip the switch for the generator, light instantly blinking on around the room. The room is small, only holding a gun holder on the wall, a table and several chairs, all of those facing double doors that lead to the 'torture rooms' and beyond that, where Marissa was kept.
"You might want to stay here guys, the smell and sight will be awful" I warn them before kicking the double doors open. The awful smell of rotting flesh and blood instantly assault my nose, the room is just as I remember it, filled with instruments meant to influence as much pain as possible, a chair bolted to the floor with straps meant to keep you in place, a chain hanging from a beam on the left and a table similar to those at a morgue with similar straps as the chair on the center of the room. The only difference being that several of the instruments where left bloodied from the last session and a table was upturned and the things that used to be on it scattered on the floor as if someone had taken their anger out on the table.
"Sam, Nate" I say, not taking my eyes from the open door In front of me.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"Get the casket" I order before stepping into the room. The smell is worse in here but I push the nausea aside and walk to the left corner of the room, where I can see a body shaped form lying there. I kneel beside it and place my hand on top of the blanket covered head. "I'm so sorry" I whisper before standing and rushing out of the house.
Eight hours after putting Marissa's body on a plane and flying to Seattle with it, I'm standing in front of the Komarovski residence with Blaine, my dad and a couple of bodyguards, fidgeting and refusing to ring the bell.
"You can do this Kurt" Blaine whispers behind me, low enough for just my ears "She left her last words and goodbyes with you, tell her family what she couldn't, say what she can't and put her to rest in peace" he says and hugs me from behind "You can do this, baby" he encourages and steps back.
I take a shuddering breath before ringing the bell. A large dark haired, intimidating looking man with blue eyes answers the door. "Can I help you?" he asks, his heavy accent making itself known.
"Are you Alexei Komarovski?" I ask, already knowing the answer but needing a way to break the ice.
"I am" he answers, opening the door a little bit more "How do you know my name?" he asks.
"I - it's just-" I let out a frustrated sigh and look at my dad for help. He nods and steps next to me, squeezing my shoulder in reassurance.
"Sir my name is Burt Hummel and we need to speak to you about your daughter Marissa" my dad says without beating around the bush.
"What about my daughter?" a female voice asks from behind Alexei who immediately steps aside, to reveal a beautiful woman with blond hair and big blue eyes.
"It's best if we discuss this inside and preferably with any of your family members that are available at this moment" my dad insists and Alexei, moves aside and motions us inside while the woman dashes upstairs.
Ten minutes later eight people are sitting or standing in front of us, waiting for an explanation.
"Please sit" Veronika motions towards the couch in front of them, she waits until dad, Blaine and I are sitting before asking What about "Who are you and what do you know about my Marissa?"
"I'm Kurt Hummel and I'm afraid I have bad news" I say, closing my eyes when a few sobs are heard.
"No, it's not possible" someone says "Please say it's not true" they beg.
"I wish I could but I'm afraid it's the truth" I say, crushing Blaine's hand to keep my voice from cracking.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Alexei asks through his tears.
I nod and spend the next hour telling our story and answering as many questions as possible.
"Mr. Komarovski, is it possible for me to attend the funeral" I ask him hesitantly.
"You made my daughter's last moments bearable, you stayed strong for her and brought her home, I'd appreciated if you did and say a few words perhaps?" he asks.
"Of course" I answer and stand. "I'll see you all in two days" I say and follow my dad and Blaine out of the house.
I have to say that Seattle is the perfect place for when you feel like crap and as morbid as it sounds, it's the perfect place for funerals, it feels as if whoever is up there is crying with you and mourning alongside you.
Marissa's funeral had been beautiful, flowers were placed everywhere, all her family and friends had come, many of them stepping forward and saying wonderful things about her in the chapel. It was a teary event, especially when the casket was carried outside by her parents and brothers, water pouring over them but none seeming to care. When the casket was in place and ready to be lowered into the ground, Alexei motioned for me to join him; I stepped away from Blaine and walked towards him, getting as soaked as them in the process.
"This young man right here brought Marissa back to us, he suffered alongside her and stayed with her on her lasts moments" he explains before turning towards me "Kurt, do you want to say something?" he asks me.
I clear my throat and try to ignore the fact that every eye is on me "Marissa was a wonderful person, I didn't get to know her as the happy person you all described but I have to say she amazed me because even in the horrible place we were at she kept her hopes up, she kept saying she needed to come home and be with all of you once more. When she was bleeding out she asked me to tell all of you something" I blink away the tears and take a shuddering breath "She asked me to tell you all that you had to be strong now, that could mourn and cry as long as you needed for her but that you had to move on, whether you were a brother, a father, a friend, you had to move on, she asked you keep her in your heart and in your memory but that now you had to live for her, live the life that was taken from her" I say and walk to Blaine. "Let's go to the car" I say to him.
"Do you want to leave?" he asks when we're sitting in the car with the heater on.
"No, I want to wait for them all to leave, I need to say goodbye" I whisper and close my eyes.
It takes an hour and a half for the cemetery to be deserted, I shrug my coat back on and am about to leave the car when Blaine stops me. "Want me to go with you?" he asks.
"No, I need to do this alone, you can come in a few minutes but stay a bit away" I say and step out of the car, not bothering with an umbrella since I'm already wet. I walk back to her grave and stand next to the freshly covered grave. I stand there in the pouring rain in silence for close to ten minutes before reaching into my pocket and taking my phone out. I look for what I'm looking for and click on the song. I close my eyes and take a deep breath…
Sparkling angel I believed
You are my savior in my time of need
Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start
You showed me dreams, I wished they turn into real
You broke the promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie
Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me
Fallen angel, tell me why
What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start
You showed me dreams, I wished they turn into real
You broke the promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie
Could have been forever
Now we have reached the end
"I'll make him pay for what he did to us" I promise before squaring my shoulders and turning around, only to see Blaine standing there staring at me with a funny look on his face.
"You know who did this?" he asks incredulously.
"I've known all along and he's going to wish he was never born when I'm through with him"