He was hoping this was all a nightmare. One that he could wake up from and have everything be normal, but then again… he didn’t want to wake up and go back to a life without his mother.

He had finally been given the chance to get to know her. To do so many things he never had the chance to do before she passed. He wanted to keep his mother around, but he had no idea how she was even here in the first place. He needed her right now. She would know how to fix this; she was a mom, she had to know. His life was beginning to feel like some sick game, and he had to find out who was writing the rules. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a bell. His head snapped up as kids started flooding the hallway. He looked around for a bit, trying to spot the familiar gelled head, but didn’t see a thing. He quickly wiped his eyes and headed for the parking lot. There was no way he could be at school today, not now.

Before he could make it out the door a firm hand found its way around his bicep. His eyes were still on the doors, but he had a pretty good idea as to who it was.

“Let me go Finn. I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Kurt…” His heart stopped as he heard the one voice he had dreaded for years.

Kurt turned around. His eyes grew large with fear as he was faced with the one person who could only make this situation worse: David Karofsky. He tried to yank his arm free, but Karofsky had a good hold on him.

“Get away from me!” he screamed as he twisted his arm frantically trying to free it.

“Kurt, wha-” But before he could finish Kurt had wiggled his arm free and smacked him across the face and ran.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” his head was screaming.

Kurt ran until he reached his car, fumbling with the keys, trying to get away. When he finally unlocked the car, he wrenched open the door, threw his bag across where it hit the passenger side door and fell to the seat as he scrambled into the driver’s seat and slammed his door shut. He placed both hands on the steering wheel. He was gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He shut his eyes tight, begging for the tears not to come, but since everything else was against him, his body betrayed him as well.

He doesn’t remember the drive home by the time he pulls into the driveway. He was surprised he got home alive. As he slammed his car door and headed for the front door, he saw his mom’s car in the driveway. She was supposed to be at the hospital, but he was thankful she was home; he needed her. When he walked in the house, he heard her sweet voice coming from the kitchen. He dropped his bag by the door and ran to her. When he made it into the kitchen, she was standing by the stove heating up what smelled like Kurt’s favorite soup. It was just what he needed right now; it was almost like she knew. Kurt’s eyes widened at the thought, but he chuckled and just shook his head. There was no way she could’ve known this would happen.

“Honey?” He came back to reality at the sound of the question.

He smiled.

“Hi Mom,” he said meekly

“What are you doing home? Are you okay?” He noticed the now familiar worry behind her eyes as she made her way toward him.

“Mom, I have to ask you something.”

Her worried eyes seemed to falter as they flashed with something Kurt could only describe as a mix of anger and fear. She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the kitchen table.

“Sit down sweetie.” She smiled as she pulled out a chair for him.

Kurt felt the atmosphere of the room shift. She was hiding something; he could feel it.

She sat down in the chair next to him as she set their intertwined hands on top of the table.
“Now what did you want to ask me honey?” The edges of her lips seemed to twitch as the smile on her face started to crack.

Kurt felt it. She knew what he was going to ask. She knew what was going on. She had something to do with this new world he seemed to be living in. She knew what was going on with Blaine. His eyes drifted to their interlocked hands.

He cleared his throat.

“Mom,” he whispered, “what is going on with Blaine?”

He still didn’t look at her.

“Who honey?” She feigned innocence.

He was getting angry.

“What have you done to Blaine?” he said through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on her hand.

“Honey” she hesitated, “who is Blaine?”
He lost it.

“Don’t sit there and lie to me!” he screamed as he released his grip on her hand and stood up, pushing the chair so hard it clattered to the floor. “I am not a child anymore mom. As you can see I’ve grown up and with no help from you! Now you tell me what is going on right now or so help me God, Elizabeth Clare Hummel I will never speak to you again!” He breathing was ragged as he stood there, fists clenched at his sides waiting for her answer.

She sighed.
“Honey, please sit back down. I promise I will tell you everything.”