Burt Hummel, the owner of Hummel Tires & Lube and Kurt Hummel´s father´, was standing in the office of his shop, and he was worried. Worried about his 16 year old son. Burt has been working a lot lately and his son spend most of the day alone.
Burt and Kurt was each others only living family. Burt´s wife and Kurt´s mother, Elizabeth, died 8 years ago. Ever since it has always been just Burt and Kurt. He liked to think that they have managed quite well these past years, but now he was not sure anymore.
Kurt has always been the kind of child that liked to be alone, and was comfortable in his own company. But lately he has been more distant and almost never come down to the living room at night to watch TV with Burt. The times he does, he is quiet and withdrawn.
There is never any friends over, and he has stopped talking about the few girls he spedt some time with months ago.
How long has this been going on? When was the last time I heard Kurt laugh og smile? Have I been working too much to notice and ignoring my little boy? Have I been to tired to notice?
The questions in his head are spinning around, and Burt feels sick. He needs to do something. He need to be there for his boy.
In his mind he sees Kurt as a happy and playful seven year old. He was always shy around strangers, but in safe and known palaces he bloomed and came to life. He used to sing and dance and smile. He was happy when his mother was alive, so was Burt. Have they ever been happy since?
Something needs to change, he thought.
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«B», Kurt thinks. «B….» All he has got is a B. But he still don´t know this person. Is it a girl or a boy? He can´t think of anyone he know starting their name with the letter B, except his father.
His mind twisting and turning over a letter made him forget to worry about school the next day. The car seemed to drive on its own to McKinley High and all of a sudden he was standing outside the building. Reality came crashing down… «Deep breaths» he thought as he entered the school.
Half way through his day he was exhausted. Trying to disappear and be invisible drains him. He need something to get him trough the day. Maybe he can make an excuse to go to the nurse? Just to get a break.
Suddenly there is someone running past him in the hall. «Hey, B, wait up!» The person shouts towards the crowd in the end of the hallway.
Kurt´s head turns fast. He lift his eyes and looks at the scene in front of him. All he can see is a crowd of students walking in different directions.
It was a coincident for sure. B is a common letter in the alphabet. Surely it has to be many students with name starting with the letter B.
«Oh my God!» he thinks, «What if it´s not a student? Maybe it´s a teacher or something?» The thought has never crossed his mind before. And that thought is beyond creepy. But no student would address their teacher like that, with just a letter. No teacher would allow that. But the «B» in the hallway may not be his «B». Kurt´s head is about to explode. He need to find out and takes out his phone and starts to write
From Kurt:
«How old are you?»
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