Forgot to mention this last time, but this is rated M for later on. It annoys me when people say this but I am intending for there to be a little… intimacy later on.

So here's the second instalment of Something's Coming. A few friends of mine who have read this over for me said they got a little emotional towards the end, so I guess that can act as a bit of a warning.


"Kurt!" Burt was stood in the kitchen making breakfast when Blaine's voice called out from the other side of the front door. "Kurt! I need to tell you something!"

A second later, Burt followed the patter of footsteps as they ran from Kurt's room, down the stairs and straight to the front door. He heard the door creak open and Kurt happily greeting his friend, and felt his heart wrench as Blaine told him the bombshell that had been dropped on him that morning.


Kurt jumped out of bed when he heard Blaine's voice downstairs and ran as fast as his legs would allow him. He almost ran straight into the front door, he was running so fast.

"Blaine!" He exclaimed happily at seeing his friend, smiling widely. "Have you come over for breakfast?" But Blaine wasn't smiling. He looked upset. Kurt didn't like seeing his friend upset. "What's wrong, Blaine?"

"Kurt, can I come in?" Blaine was looking at the floor. Something bad had happened, Kurt knew it. He stood aside and held the door open, and Blaine walked in. Whatever it was, it must have been important because Blaine wasn't wearing shoes. He had come over in his socks, and he was looking rather scruffy, like he hadn't had time to brush his hair before he came over. Kurt wondered how anyone could go anywhere without brushing their hair, but then turned his thoughts back to Blaine, who was now sat quietly on the bottom step of the stairs.

"Kurt, come and sit with me."

Kurt quietly sat on the step, remembering how his father had said that to him before he explained that Mommy wasn't coming home anymore. Blaine held his hand out, palm up, and Kurt quietly took it.

"Blaine," He said quietly. "What's wrong? You're starting to worry me."

"I'm moving house." Blaine whispered quietly after a long pause. It took Kurt a few seconds to realise what this meant; they weren't going to be able to use their secret walkie talkies to have chats after bedtimes anymore, and they wouldn't be able to do their homework together or go round to each other's houses after school anymore.

"Where to?" Kurt asked, his mouth going dry and his eyes beginning to sting.

"New York." Blaine mumbled, "Dad got a promotion."

Kurt's heart stopped. New York was… Well, New York was a long way away from Ohio. In under a year, Kurt had lost his mom and now he was losing his best friend. He held onto Blaine's hand tighter, and Blaine gripped his hand back in reply.

It would have seemed to the outside world that the two boys were sat in silence taking in the news, but there was a secret conversation going on between them. They were supporting each other, but they were also telling each other how much they were going to miss the other.


They must have been sat together for at least ten minutes before Burt came in, a tea towel draped over his shoulder.

"Morning, Blaine." He said, pretending that he hadn't heard or didn't know what the boys had been talking about. "Fancy some breakfast?"

But the boys sat in silence, still holding hands tightly. There was a long pause before anyone spoke, and it was Kurt's soft voice that broke the silence.

"Blaine's moving away, Dad." He said, looking up at Burt with big eyes, tears spilling over the sides and rolling down his cheeks. Burt sighed with a heavy heart; he couldn't let either of the boys know that he had known for half a day longer than them, and that he had lost hours of sleep the night before worrying about how Kurt would take the news.

"Do you know when you're moving, Blaine?" Burt slowly walked over and leant against the banister of the stairs, folding his arms across his chest.

"Tomorrow." Blaine mumbled, still looking at the floor.

In synchronisation, both Kurt and Burt stared at the young dark-haired boy in disbelief.


Kurt and Blaine had spent the rest of the day together whilst Aileen and Dennis packed up their house into boxes, but it still didn't ease Kurt's heartache watching Blaine leave the next day. He stood at the end of the garden path, right next to the mailbox, and waved until his arm felt like it was going to fall off.

He stood looking down the road, staring at the point where Blaine's car had disappeared, for hours. There was nothing Burt could do to get him to come inside. In the end, he went out and stood next to his son, and placed a large hand softly on his shoulder.

"Why do I keep losing people, Dad?" Kurt asked, his voice breaking slightly.

"What do you mean, kiddo?" Burt knelt down next to Kurt and turned his son to face him. "You haven't lost me."

"I know," He replied, smiling weakly. "But I lost Mom. And now I've lost Blaine, too." He looked at the floor and scuffed his shoe against the pavement. "Am I not nice to be around?"

Burt's heart broke in two. He tilted Kurt's chin up and looked him in the eye. "You are wonderful to be around. Definitely the best friend I've ever had."

"I thought you said Mom was the best friend you'd ever had." Kurt mumbled, looking back at the floor.

Burt was close to tears now, but he swallowed hard and pushed on. "You're joint best."

Kurt smiled weakly, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Burt pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it away. He then stood slowly and took Kurt's hand in his.

"Come on, kid. Let's go inside."

And together, father and son walked back towards their house hand in hand, where behind closed doors, Burt would be drying Kurt's tears for another three days.