Kurt had flown home for the funeral. Blaine came with him, of course, he had loved Burt like his own father, and he had to be there for moral support. The service itself had been nice, and there were many people there to mourn for him. Carol had passed on a year before, and in the last year Burt had had trouble continuing on. Having lost the two women he had fallen in love with and married in his life was hard on him.

He had died in his sleep, Kurt was told. It was peaceful, and he wasn't in pain. His heart had just stopped. Kurt was in shock, and Blaine was the one to book their tickets on the soonest flight back to Lima. He also called Kurt's directors, letting them know that he wouldn't be able to be in the show because he had just lost his father. The next morning they were on the plane back to Ohio, where Kurt was the one who was going to be setting up the service and the funeral. Thankfully, Burt had good health insurance and Kurt and Blaine had a good amount of money from their Broadway careers.

It was a nice, warm, sunny day. It didn't seem to fit, with the sadness that had settled on Kurt's heart. They stood above the hole in the ground, Kurt clutching the handful of dirt, and with tears streaming down his face, tossed it into the grave. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder, and Kurt sobbed into him. Even though his father was gone, and he was full of sorrow, however, he was glad that he had Blaine. He was his rock.