Not all prayers are heard

Kurt was standing when they told him the news. He was wearing his favourite pair of Doc Martins when the Doctor uttered those six words that shattered his world forever. Kurt Hummel broke inside in a hospital room with an empty bed.
“He passed away during the night.”
Followed by the normal we are sorry for your loss spiel. They weren’t sorry. They were most likely glad that they now have a bed free. They didn’t care that he was now orphaned. Both his parents gone forever and he was only sixteen. Too young to feel so much pain, too young.
Carol talked to the Doctors but there was little she could do seeing as she wasn’t married to Burt so the Doctors insisted on a family member to be called so they could sign off papers for the passing of Burt Hummel.
“Honey, Kurt, Kurt!”
Kurt jumped from his spot to see Carol in front of him with a concerned look. How long had she been standing there?
“Honey, I asked if you knew what family members to call? The Doctors, well they need family to s-sign for B-burt,” Carol said stuttering on some of the words involving his now dead father.
“All his family are dead, he was an only child,” Kurt whispered staring blankly at a dot on the wall.
“What about any of your mother’s relatives? They would be in laws but it would be enough,” The doctor asked looking at Carol then towards Kurt.
Kurts eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to think past the blurry fog currently occupying his mind. Yes, there was someone. An Aunt, Kurts mothers closest sister, Annie? Anna? Angela! Angela Sterling.
“Angela Sterling, she lives in Worthington Ohio, that’s the only relative I can think of that will willingly come, she used to bake pies when she visited and always bought extra for us to eat when she left. Dad loved them, used to say to her, Angela you should win an award for best pies in Ohio,” Kurt remembered fondly. The Doctor noted down the name before leaving the room. Carol moved over to Kurt and put her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off and turned on his heels leaving the hospital room and down the corridor out the front door.
Kurt ran towards his car, flung the driver door open and started the ignition. He drove ten times the speed limit all the way to the car garage. Kurt pulled up and shot out of the car not bothering to shut his door. He yanked open the double slider to the main area and ran around the counter.
“Dad! Dad! Where are you?! DAD!” Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs but all he got in response was the echo of his own voice bouncing off the metal room. Kurt burst out in tears which turned into body shaking sobs as he slid down the garage wall and pulled his legs in and wrapped his arms around himself.
A rattle came from around the corner and Kurts head shot up as a large shadow was cast and loud footsteps could be heard. Kurt shot up, “Dad!?” Kurt said as he quickly ran around the corner. Kurt slammed into the familiar form of Finn Hudson.
“Kurt, Mum said you left- so I came to look for you, look about your Da-“ Finn was cut off as Kurt’s face dropped and anger formed in Kurt’s eyes. He started throwing punches at Finns chest.
“Why couldn’t you be my Dad! I hate you so much! I want my Dad! I want my Dad!” Kurt’s punches became slow as he started to sob.
Finn was startled but saw the small boy breaking down in front of him so encircled him and held him as he cried.
“I know you do Kurt, I know you do,” Finn hushed as Kurt’s sobs slowed down. After twenty minutes of Finn holding Kurt he pulled back to see Kurt’s eyes wide open just staring into space.
“Kurt? Kurt lets go to your car and drive to mine, Carol is probably worried,” Finn said in a hushed tone. Kurt was unresponsive so Finn led Kurt to the passenger side of his car and Kurt had enough realization to slide into the car and put his seat belt on still not uttering a word. Finn got in the drivers side and drove them back to his where Carol greeted them and expressed her concern but not receiving anything from Kurt. He just stood there staring like before.
Finn led Kurt into the living room where Kurt had enough sense to sit on the couch. Finn followed Carol to the kitchen.
“I found Kurt at Burts garage, he thought I was him and sort of broke down, It was weird Mum, seeing him so broken,” Finn said sniffing.
“I know Finn, its hard on us but its devastating for Kurt, he has lost his father and now he has no one, the poor boy,” Carol said hugging Finn.
“Well he will stay with us right? I mean he won’t be shipped off to Nigeria or something right!” Finn asked worried.
“Oh no! Ill sort something out with social workers or something and get him to stay with us, he needs to be around people that love him, and like he said in the hospital his dad doesn’t have any relatives,” Carol said soothing Finns back.
They parted and Carol sniffed and wiped a tear from her cheek.
“Right, no rest for the wicked, we better set Kurt up in the spare room. Finn go to the sheet cupboard and get a spare pillow and blanket and take Kurt upstairs, I’ll get started on some soup, chicken sound good?” Carol asked already setting about getting pans out and bowls for three.
“Yeah good, okay right Kurt,” Finn mumbled leaving the kitchen and entering the longue. “Hey Kurt, I’m going to grab some blankets for you and you can get set up in the guest bedroom, I’ll lend you some pjs, mind you they will have cowboys on them, are you good with that? Cowboys?” Finn rambled. Kurt still didn’t move. Finn walked over to Kurt leading him by the elbow up the stairs to the spare bedroom.
“Uh this is it I guess, well make yourself at home, there’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, the yellow one, Mum is making some soup so that will be up soon if you are hungry, uh okay, well you know where I am, shout if you need anything,” Finn said awkwardly before shuffling out of the room and closing the door.
Kurt slowly walked over to the bed and sat down shaking. He then collapsed on his side and curled up with hot tears streaming down his face.
“Dad.” He whispered before closing his eyes and darkness over taking his senses.