"This isn´t a joke right?" I asked them. "Because if it is, it´s not funny."
"it´s not a joke." Mr. Schue said, and I now understood that they were serious. And, I, I didn´t quite know what to say. I looked from Carole to Burt, to Mr. Schue, and then back to Carole.
"You… should say something soon." Burt said.
"I- I don´t really know what to say." I stuttered.
"Just say, yes or no."
"I don´t know." I looked to Mr. Schue. "I like living at yours, I do…"
"Lex," Mr. Schue came to sit next to me. "I like having you living at ours too, but, I am your teacher. I´m not supposed to have my students living at mine for more than a short matter of time, and only when it´s absolutely necessary. So, I think this is the best option, not only because of that, but because that´d be the best option for you as well. Burt and Carole, they´re two of the most caring person´s I know. They´ve raised two wonderful son´s, and they can give you a good home. We can try for a week or two at first if you want to, and then, if you want to, you can move back in with me, but I think you´d be better here." I nodded slightly.
"Suppose, we better go get my stuff." I stretched my back a little and clapped my hands together.
"And well," Burt clapped my shoulder. "Four pair of hands move things faster than two."
"You don´t need to help," I smiled. "I haven´t got so much stuff, it´ll just take five minutes. I can just, walk back later. I bent down to tie my shoelaces and then I walked after Mr. Schue to the car.
Half an hour later
"So, do you have everything?" Mr. Schue asked when I was about to leave his house.
"Clothes, check." I joked. "Books, check. School stuff, check. Just stuff, check. Violin, check."
"Toothbrush?"
"Oh crap," I forgot that one," I walked into the bathroom, took my toothbrush and put it in my shoulder bag.
"I think I have everything now, and if you find something I haven´t, you just, bring it to school tomorrow." I hang the big rucksack on my back, shrugged and said.
"So… thank you… for everything." I said.
"You´re welcome, you´re sure you can walk to Burt and Carole?"
"Yeah," I answered. "I´ll need a walk to clear up my thoughts. So, bye."
"see you tomorrow."
"See you." I walked out, and closed the door behind me.
When I reached Burt´s and Carole´s house. I stepped onto the doorstep and knocked the door. Carole opened.
"Sweetie, you don´t need to knock the door while you live here."
"Ok," when Carole moved out of the way I stepped over the threshold, and into the house. "So…" I began. "Where am I gonna live then?"
"Follow me." I walked after Carole up the stairs and to the right. She opened the door to a room to the right in the room.
"So, you´ll live in here." She said when I stood and looked around. "If you´re gonna stay here, we can paint it if you want to." I looked around once again, it wasn´t big. Not that that bothered me, it was bigger than my old bedroom. The walls were painted in white; there was a book case, a wardrobe, a bed, and a desk with a chair.
"It´s fine thank you." I said. "But, could I just be alone for a minute?"
"Yeah, of course. I and Burt are downstairs, so just shout if you need anything."
"Yeah," I almost whispered, and then. I was alone. I sighed, and laid down my rucksack on the bed, laid my shoulder-strap bag, next to it. And then, I started unpacking. I hang, and folded the clothes in the wardrobe. Put the books in the bookshelf, and the school-stuff at the desk. Then I laid the rucksack under the bed, and put the other bag on the floor next to the door, before I went downstairs, and to the kitchen.
"Hi Lex." Burt said and nodded towards me, with a cup of coffee in his hand. "What you think about your room?"
"It´s alright." I said, and sat down on the opposite side of the table, from Burt and Carole.
"So, tell us a bit about yourself." Carole said.
"Well, I began. My name is Alexandria Ralston." I began. "But everyone calls me Lex. I´m in my sophomore year at high school, and I´m in new directions. I´m turning sixteen in the middle of November, but I don´t really like my birthday."
"Why not?" Burt asked.
"Because, when I lived with my dad. My birthday, was just an excuse for my dad to drink more than usual. And usually, he drank much."
"So…"
"Please, I don´t wanna talk about that. My dad´s a drunk, so was my uncle Wyatt, they´re both in prison now. Wyatt have been in prison for four years and dad for about a month. My dad used to hurt me, Mr. Schue somehow, understood what was going on. And called the police. Since then, that was in the beginning of September, I´ve been living at his house. Anything else you wanna know about me?" They shook their heads. "So, tell me a little bit about yourselves."
"Ok," Carole began. "I´m Carole Hudson, and I´ve got a son, Finn that was in New Directions when it started. He´s studying at the actor- school in New York now. Finn´s dad, my earlier husband, died of drug- problems when Finn was little, but he had also been in Afghanistan, and done some extraordinary great things. I´m a nurse." She stopped talking and looked to the side at Burt who nodded.
"Well, my name is Burt Hummel." He began. "I used to sit in the municipal board, but I quit to make place for some others, more passionate that me. I have a son, his name is Kurt and he and Finn are the same age. He studies at Nyada. My wife died of Cancer when Kurt was about seven years old. I own the gas station around the corner. And I really hope you´re not homophobic, because when Kurt comes home for the holidays, he brings his boyfriend Blaine."
"No, no, not at all." I said and smiled. "One of my best friends is probably as gay as can be."
"Oh, just wait until you´ve met Kurt." Carole said. I smiled, and pulled out the folded list I had put in my pocket earlier.
"You wanna hear what this list says?" I asked.
"Sure." Burt said, I held the paper under the table and read.
"Ten things I wanna do when I get away from my dad.
Number ten: Learn how to knit.
Number nine:
This one´s pretty embarrassing," I said. "But it´s true.
Learn how to ride a bike.
"That will be easy to fix, you can just have one of Kurt´s old ones." Burt said, I smiled. "And I´ll help you to learn to ride it."
"Number eight: Go on real shopping tour, where I don´t have to have the second hand shops as the only alternative.
Number Seven: Have a boyfriend."
Number six: Play the violin, and sing on a stage
Number five: Somehow, help a child that lives with abusice parents.
Number four: Talk to mum and Zeb. Tell mum what I think about her.
Number three: Go to Maddie´s grave, plant purple flowers.
"Why purple?" Carole asked.
"Purple was her favorite color." I said.
"Number two: Have a group of friends, I can talk about anything with." I took a deep breath before reading the last one.
"Number one: Go to Maddie´s grave, talk to her, tell her that I´m able to let her go." I folded the paper, and put it back in my pocket, then I looked up, for about ten seconds, no one said a word.
"Maddie´s my sister," I said. "Zeb´s my brother. Anything else you wanna know about this?" They shook their heads.
"Good, I´ll go upstairs now." I stood up and walked upstairs. When I came into my room, I sat down on the floor, with my back against the wall, and my head in my hands. With tears streaming down my face, and shaking of sobs.
