AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Who Knew" by Pink
I sat on the edge of Kurt's bed long after he had drifted off to sleep. His bedside lamp was still on, and I could see the tracks that his tears had made. It had broken my heart watching him cry himself to sleep but I didn't know what else to do. I had made the concession to let him stay home tomorrow but he couldn't avoid school indefinitely. Home schooling was out, I didn't have the time or ability to do that, and I really didn't have the money to send him to private school. Did I hate that my little boy had to deal with the likes of the jerks who had thrown pee balloons at him today? Yes. But my options were limited.
Figgins had said the boys involved would be suspended but I knew that wasn't going to put an end to the teasing. I had been those boys in high school and had been suspended a few times during my school career. The only thing that punishment had done was give my friends an I a vacation from school and time to figure out how not to get caught the next time.
As I had done many times over the years since Kathleen had passed away, I wished for her to be here. She would know how to handle this. Would know how to comfort our son. She would have known all the right things to say to stop his tears.
I sure the hell didn't know what to say to him. I had grown up being told that boys weren't suppose to cry. It had been Kathleen that had taught me that tears were okay sometimes, necessary even to move past the heartache that life dealt you. She had made me promise not long after Kurt was born that I'd never scold him for showing his emotions and I never have.
Still, I wasn't cut out to be a single parent. We were suppose to be doing this together. Parenthood had seemed so much easier when Kathleen had been here. Back when forever was a reality instead of a distant memory.
Finally, I got to my feet and slowly made my way up the steps knowing that I would be back down here to check on him before too long. Kurt was my world. The reason that I kept going day after day. I'd do anything for him, and losing a little sleep to make sure he was okay was a small price to pay.