Chapter 3:

It was once again Monday—the beginning of the week. Everyone was back at school. Blaine was back at his dorm in Dalton; attending his usual classes and Kurt was back at McKinley High School with his friends just trying to make most of the horrible day that his Monday has already become.

Where Kurt was already in the woman's bathroom.

"Kurt, sweetie, it really doesn't look that bad." Rachel tried to soothe Kurt's unsettled nerves. Kurt's fingers where clutched tightly to the girls bathroom sink. He was looking over his appearance in the mirror. His eyes were irritated and red. The collar of his favorite Marc Jacobs sweater was damp and very, very, very...RED! His hair was sticky and stuck to his face in some places.

He didn't know if he wanted to possibly strangle someone, or cry.

He was so sick of all of this.

So sick of it all.

Kurt let out a very heavy sigh; thinking back to Blaine's text earlier that morning.

Good morning Kurt (: I hope you have a really good day.

When he had woken up that morning he had felt so hopeful—just wishing he could have just one good day at school, was that really too much to ask for?

Apparently so.

He isn't allowed to be happy.

He isn't allowed to have a good day in school, not if those assholes had anything to do with it.

"Whatever." he pushed off of the sink with a huff; picking up his satchel from where he threw it on the floor.

"I guess I should just be used to it, huh?" Kurt shrugged, his voice more bitter than sad he shoved open the bathroom door and disappeared into the hallway; leaving Rachel behind.

"Kurt..." Rachel whispered sadly as she watched the door slam behind her best friend; shutting her out, once again.

She was only trying to help.

That is all she ever tries to do and yet... sometimes it seems like Kurt doesn't care.

The day didn't get any better for Kurt. Blaine tried texting him and even that was starting to get under his skin. He isn't used to someone caring so much.

His phone buzzed again as he was making his way to his next class.

He was in the middle of checking another one of Blaine's messages when someone shoved him hard into a locker.

Seriously? was all that Kurt thought as his phone slipped out of his hand and crashed onto the floor. Kurt raised his hands above his face, almost by instinct. His phone long forgotten.

He could hear it however being picked up from the floor.

"Who are you texting? One of your butt buddies Hummel?" Karfosky barked out with a laugh; looking down at the messages.

"Blaine." he read the name aloud.

Kurt, are you okay. Kurt?

That was one message. Karfosky scrolled down.

I'm sorry I keep texting you, but why wont you text me back?

I'm just really worried.

He kept on reading the messages aloud with a sneer on his face—but Kurt didn't say a word.

"Did you just fuck him last night and you just stopped talking to him? He sounds pretty butthurt if you know what I am saying!" he laughed and Kurt still didn't answer. He was jut frozen with his hands drawn in front of his face, protectively just waiting for the punch that would never come.

"Why aren't you answering me Hummel?" for the first time that day Karfosky looked at Kurt and the name B.L.A.I.N.E was staring back at him.

Karofsky's mouth went dry and he took the phone and shoved it back into Kurt's chest. It clattered to the floor—but Karofsky was already gone. Kurt lowered his arms slowly and looked cautiously around the hall before picking up his phone. His heart was racing as he rushed into his next class.

Not one person said a word to him as the door slammed behind him. They didn't even look up. The teacher continued on with her lesson as he slipped into the back of the room and took his usual seat, away from everyone.

He sighed setting his satchel by his feet and sunk down in his seat.

His phone once again stared vibrating against his leg and Kurt pulled it out, without even reading the message he just told Blaine to leave him alone and shoved the cellphone back into his pocket with a huff of annoyance.

He felt a pang of guilt but at this point today he honestly didn't even care.

Kurt listened halfheartedly to the lesson going on and when the bell rang he picked up his satchel and rushed out of the room; making sure that no one would bother him on his way to the next class...but throughout the day things got a little bit better.

No one bothered him. His phone finally stopped vibrating and everything was starting to feel normal at least as normal as things possibly could be in Kurt's life.

Kurt was now at his usual lunch table sitting with the Glee kids—Rachel and Finn were sitting farther away from him than usual. Finn gave him a confused glance and Kurt just shrugged. He knew Rachel was mad at him, she had a reason to be. He knew he had to apologize, not only to her, but to Blaine as well. He still finds it very unusual that someone actually cared that much...and he just keeps pushing everyone away.

So Kurt found himself trying to converse with the other Glee kids. He could feel Rachel's glance fall on him every so often and he couldn't help but to think that it wasn't the same as his and Rachel's conversations, which are usually extraordinarily one sided...but Kurt wasn't ready to apologize just yet.

He just doesn't want to crawl back like a puppy with its tail between its hind legs.

Just at that moment everyone started getting up from their seats to go to throw away their lunches before the bell singled that it was time for their next class. Kurt sat there for a few moments; wanting to be alone, left to his thoughts.

When he had finally got up and was walking towards the trash can he couldn't help but to feel that someone...something, was watching him.

Kurt turned around and scanned the room after he threw his own trash away.

It was quiet.

The only thing that he could hear in the isolated cafeteria was the sound of the lunch ladies in the kitchen cleaning the mess from this afternoon.

It was just him.

No one else....but as he began to walk he felt like that he was being followed.

He was in the hallway now.
Empty and cold.
It has always felt so wintery out there when no one was in it.

The rows of red lockers were mostly all closed only a few were slightly opened as he had walked by. The sound of approaching footsteps quickly filled the eery silence of the empty hallway. Kurt turned around half thinking that it was an anxious teacher that is late to class...

But when he had turned around what he found was David Karofsky, following him. He paused mid step when Kurt's eyes had found his. Karofsky's face whitened at being caught, like a deer in headlights...but the look in his eyes before he turned off and briskly walked away in the other direction unsettled Kurt and it was going to bother him all day long.

Kurt was now sitting in his French class, and even in his five minute absence he was still ahead of everyone in the class.

Once again, he was paired with Azimo—another one of the football neanderthals that make it their life mission to make his life a living hell on earth, as if being in the same room as any of them wasn't enough to do so.

He just figures his teachers pairs Azimo with him, thinking..or hoping more like it that some of Kurt's pure genius will rub off on the football player, which really makes Kurt want to laugh out loud and spit insults at him in French because there is no way that the boy will ever understand him. Actually, that is what Kurt already does.

Kurt was already in the middle of his usual french insults directed at Azimo. There was a knock on the door a few moments later..but Kurt ignored it; continuing his one sided conversation, enjoying the blank look on Azimo's dull face and Kurt was beginning to crack a smile, but then the teacher called his name.

"Mr. Hummel." she said again and Kurt stopped talking; raising his eyes onto the teacher, she was a very pretty woman; petite, with long brown hair and a fiery personality that could possibly put Santana's to shame. But his teacher's face wasn't smiling back at him. Her face was drawn with concern. His eyes finally made his way towards the door and standing in the doorway were Mr. Shuester and Ms. Pillsberry; wearing similar expressions.

Kurt could almost think that he had heard his heart drop, and that is when he noticed that the room was dead silent.

"Kurt." Will said very very firmly and Kurt just shook his head; not wanting to hear it. If he heard it then that would make it true.

He had a moment exactly like this as a child. He knew what this had to mean. He remembered it all like it was yesterday.

"Daddy?" Kurt asked very sweetly looking up at his father while they stood at the entrance of Kurt's elementary school. He looked up at him with those damn blue eyes. The eyes that reminded Burt of his Elizabeth. Their Elizabeth, Kurt's mother.

Kurt had grew accustomed to the fact that his mommy was very sick and that she had to stay in the hospital. It had taken Kurt quite awhile the learn that attempting to make his mother chicken noodle soup and singing to her every night before he went to sleep—something she would always do from him whenever he was sick or not. Soon all that Kurt did wasn't enough, his mother got worst, and she needed more help. Kurt understood that now, but it doesn't mean that he is happy about his mother always being in the hospital.

"What do you want kiddo?" Burt questioned knowing very well what Kurt wanted, he only asked every single day..and the answer was always the same, more now than ever.

Kurt let go of his father's grip only to hold up both of his hands.

Burt getting the clue picked his son up and Kurt took that opportunity to lay his hands flat on his father's chest and look right into his eyes; his lips pouting slightly. Wet, from licking them a few moments ago.

"Daddy, do I really have to go to school?" he started his usual questioning.

"Can't I just go with you to see mommy? So I can lay in bed with her all day and we can sing The Sound of Music together?" a few tears prickled at Kurt's eyes and Burt sighed drawing Kurt tighter to his chest.

"Buddy, I'd really like to say yes." this time he was telling the truth. He knows how much Kurt misses his mother. Kurt still cries every night in his own bedroom until Burt carries him out and lets him sleep next to him, on his mothers pillow, which still smells so much like her.

"Your mommy has a very important test today. I promise that I will pick you up as always and we will go straight back to the hospital all right?"

Kurt nodded against his chest, his thumb in his mouth..something he only does when he is upset about something.

"Do you want to walk? Or do you want me to carry you in?"

"Carry. I want to be close." he said around his thumb sadly, not wanting to let his dad go.

Burt opened the door and made his way to Mrs. Cooper's first grade classroom. When Burt and Kurt entered, the room was empty. Mrs. Cooper shot him a sympathetic glance when she had seen Kurt.

She was a short teacher, with long black hair, blue eyes, and a very pregnant belly. Mrs. Cooper, is a family friend of The Hummel's. She happened the be Elizabeth's best friends, so she knows about their situation and her heart breaks every single time she sees not only Burt, but Kurt.

She made her way towards them and Kurt turned around rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, Kurt!" she said happily.

"We are going to do lots of fun things today. We are going to do those writing exercises that you like so much, and then later today we are going to be doing a project!"

"An art project?" he asked softly from around his thumb. The sound of a project perking his interests.

"MHMMM!" her smile grew when she seen Kurt's eyes light up.

"Can I give it to my mommy when I am done?"

she faked an insulted glance and Kurt laughed.

"Don't I always let you give your projects to your mom?"

"Yeahhhh!" Kurt drew out, now smiling.

"She lets me hang them around the room. She says it makes it brighter."

"I bet it does, little man. Now, how about you get down here and hang up your stuff. The sooner you do that the sooner we can get started, okay?"

"Okay!" Kurt nodded already kicking to get down.

Burt laughed setting his son on the ground and he ran straight to his cubby.

"What, no hug?" he questioned.

"Just a second dad." Kurt rolled his eyes hanging up his stuff before running back into his dad's arms.

"Bye kid, I love you so much."

"Bye daddy! I love you more!" he said into Burt's neck and just as they pulled away the other kids started making their way into the room.

"I'll pick you up when school's over, okay?" Kurt nodded at his father and with that Burt turned round and left.

Kurt went to his usual desk in front of the room and waited for his super fun day of school to begin.

The entire day went well for Kurt. He did his alphabets, addition and subtraction. Then he at lunch with his friend Mercedes. When they were done eating, he went outside and played on the swing set. After they all walked back inside after recess—Kurt was back in his classroom where they all worked on their writing exercises. After their writing exercises it was what Kurt was waiting all day for, their art projects.

Mrs. Cooper had said that the art project could be based off of one of the animals they had been learning about in science. She set down a stack of papers for each animal on one desk and the art supplies for that day on the next.

She called the children up by squad tables..which were a different color. The squad tables were only used for when they had projects and they all worked in the back of the room at three separate tables. The art tables.

When Kurt's squad's table was called to come up and pick out their supplies Kurt rushed over for some glitter paint and a pack of crayons. He then looked at all of the animals but he ended up choosing a lady bug, because he and his mommy would always laugh at the lady bug in The Bugs Life that actually wasn't a lady at all, but a boy. Kurt's lady bug was going to be a boy too, Kurt had thought to himself as he sat back down at his group's art table and began to work.

He was having fun making this for his mommy...so much fun that he didn't even hear the knocking at the door. Usually when there is knocking on the door all of the kids would glance up too see who it was, but not Kurt. He wanted to make this lady bug very special for his mommy, so her room could be so much brighter than before.

He was having so much fun that he didn't even notice Mrs. Cooper was behind him, calling his name.

"Kurt, sweetie?"

"Yes, Ms. Coop?" Kurt turned around in his little chair and seen that she looked very sad.

"Why do you look sad?" he asked.

"Kurt your daddy is coming to pick you up soon, alright?" she started.
"What I need you to do is go and grab your stuff and go with Mrs. Felty alright?"

Mrs. Brand was the school's guidance councilor and she wanted to speak with Kurt.

Mrs. Cooper held a hand out for Kurt and Kurt took it.

They walked towards the cubby's and Mrs. Cooper helped Kurt put on his jacket and handing him his bag.

She went to lead Kurt towards Mrs. Brand, but Kurt pulled out of her grasp.

"Wait!" he shouted running towards his art table; grabbing his project and holding it up triumphantly.
"I can't forget this." he smiled cheekily and Mrs. Cooper smiled sadly.

"No you can't now, can you? Now come on sweet heart, Mrs. Brand is waiting for you."

Kurt walked towards the older looking woman, with thinning grey hair, and sparkling green eyes that were behind a pair of silver glasses.

"Hiya, Mrs. Brand! Look at my lady bug, I made it for my mommy."

"That's really great Kurt, why don't you come with me and we can talk for a little while until your dad comes, huh?"

"Okay!" he said cheerfully following behind her, down the hall, and into the main office. She then led him down the back of that hall and into her office.

"Take a seat Kurt."

"They look really comfy." he plopped down into one of the oversized red chairs and squealed.
"They are!"

"Yes, they are." and now she was looking sad.

"Why is everyone looking so sad today?" he questioned.

Mrs. Brand took the seat next to Kurt and placed her hand on his knee.

He looked down at it and back up, and if it was possible she looked even sadder than before.

"Kurt, honey. I really don't know how to tell you this...but your mother."

"What about my mommy?"

"Your mother, as you know, she has been very sick."

"Yeah." Kurt mumbled, kicking his feet.
"She has to stay in the hospital until she gets better. I miss her."

"I know you do. But, you know that test your daddy was telling you about?"

"Yeah!" he smiled.
"Did my daddy tell you if she passed or not. Did she get one of those smelly smiley face stickers?"

Mrs. Brand shook her head.

"No sweetie, it's not that kind of test. What your mother went through was a very tricky surgery.. and,"

she paused, not knowing how to word it.

"Her body, it didn't react to it very well."

Kurt looked at her with a confused expression on his face.

"Your mommy, she.. her body, it shut down."

"What are you saying? What's wrong with my mommy?"

"She's gone Kurt." another voice said sadly. A gruff one.

When Kurt looked up he seen his father. His hat was off and he was fiddling with it in his hands.
His eyes were down cast, not being able to look at Kurt. He had to be strong for Kurt.

"No." Kurt began to cry and for the first time ever, Kurt felt what it was like for your heart to break. Tears ran down his face and they just couldn't stop.

"Kurt." Mr. Schuester tried to get Kurt's attention again, only this time Kurt's vision was blurry with tears.
"Can you just please come out in the hall with us. We need to talk to you."

The sound of his seat screeching loudly against the floor filled the silent room.

He then followed both Emma and Will out into the hallway and Kurt slid against the lockers; sitting on the floor and looking up at them.

"Just let me hear it. Tell me so we can get over it. My dad's dead." he said miserably.
"My mom's already dead, why not just add to it."

Emma walked towards him, crouching on the floor. Her face was uncomfortable from being so close to the dirty floor but she pulled Kurt's chin up to look at her.

"Your father isn't dead Kurt." she said softly.

"He isn't? " he asked hopefully.

"Yes. But that doesn't mean that the news is good."

"Oh?" his face fell and soon Will was crouching down too.

"Your dad had a heart attack. He is in the hospital."

"Like that is any better." he said bitterly dropped his head into his knees and fighting the tears.

"We've also contacted Finn, you both have permission to leave and go to the hospital. Why don't you go out into your car and wait. Emma and I already signed out for you both."

Kurt looked around for a moment. His vision already getting blurry.

"What about my stuff."

"Finn's going to fetch it for you." Mr. Schuester explained; helping Kurt off of the floor.

"Now get going." he pat Kurt on his shoulder and Kurt nodded, heading towards the East Exit.