AN: So, this one is a little on the sad side. Inspired by lyrics from "Come Around" by Rhett Miller
Finn pulled up behind Kurt's black Navigator. He muttered a curse as he climbed out of his mom's nice warm station wagon into the icy, December rain. Kurt just had to go lock his keys in his car on a day like today.
Speaking of Kurt, where was he?
The other teen wasn't standing near his vehicle. Thinking perhaps Kurt had tried to find some protection from the rain, Finn looked around for a likely spot. He didn't see anyplace but he did spot a lone figure standing out in the cemetery. Even from this distance, he recognized his stepbrother's blue rain jacket.
Muttering a myriad of complaints under his breath, Finn set out. The half-frozen grass crunched under his feet. The fact that the ground was so cold made it so each step didn't cause him to sink into the mud, which was probably the only good thing about the cold.
"Hey, Dude, I've got you spare key," Finn said, as he walked up behind Kurt. When the other teen gave no recognition of his presence he reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. "Kurt?"
His stepbrother didn't reply, but did reach up to wipe at his face. It was only then that Finn realized Kurt had been crying. He looked down at the headstone of the grave they were at - Kathleen Rose Hummel was etched into the granite. Noting the day of death, Finn realized that it was tody. Suddenly the rain and cold wasn't such a big problem.
"I wanted to go with her that afternoon. I threw a fit when she wouldn't let, the babysitter had to hold me back to keep me following her out the door," Kurt said softly.
Finn realized he was talking about the day his mother died. "You don't need to talk about this if you don't want to," he said softly but Kurt continued talking as if he hadn't heard him.
"She was wearing her favorite dress, a dark green one, with a ruffled skirt. I remembered planning to do something to that dress later when it was hanging up to get back at her for leaving me. I don't even remember now what she had gone to do that afternoon, but she had told me she was going to be back in a couple of hours before Dad got home from work and then Dad came home before her. I knew something was wrong If I had been with her . . ."
"No, don't do that to yourself, dude. There's no use causing more pain by thinking about 'what might have been'. It happened, and it sucks, but it's the cards you got dealt."
"I just want one good thing in my life."
"You do have one - your Dad," Furt told him. "And now you've got my mom and me. Now what do you say we get out of this rain. I think your lips are turning blue," he suggested, slipping his arm around his stepbrother's shoulders.