Carole had no idea what was going on outside, but the more she thought about it she concluded that the light in the kitchen must have just been lightning. That was the only reasonable explanation... but hen what was taking Burt so long?

She was hunting for an umbrella to go check on Burt when she heard him.

“Carole! CAROLE!” Burt was yelling and Carole felt fear curl in her stomach. 

“Come out here. I need you!” Burt shouted.

Carole abandoned her search for an umbrella and ran outside in her house shoes, robe flying behind her. Burt was kneeling in the rain on the ground. Caroles pulse pounded in her ears. What if he was having another heart attack? Or what if-

Caroles thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she neared Burt and saw the whole scene. 

Burt was on the ground cradling a mans body close to his own. He looked up at Carole with wide eyes.

“We need to get him inside.” Burt said voice raw and broken. Burt started to stand grunting and groaning and lifting the person up with him.

“Burt.” Carole admonished. “Your heart!” 

Burt finally stood to his feet, a limp body in his arms and Carole gasped and backed away.

She started at the person in Burts arms as her eyes grew wide. Kurt, it looked like Kurt. Was he dead? How could... but no he had been dead for years how could he... And then she saw his eye lids flutter a little. He was alive. 

Burt was moving towards the house and Carole stood frozen watching them for a moment before she ran a head of Burt and opened the door for him, letting him in. She then ran to the couch and threw pillows to the side and got it ready.

“The couch. The couch.” She said as Burt walked in. He gently laid Kurt down on the couch and then knelt next to him, cradling his head in his hands. 

“Kurt.” Burt said softly. “Kurt. Buddy. Please.” Burt took in a halted breath. “Please son, wake up.”

Carole was frozen on the spot barely able to breath. Then Kurt let out a little whimper and opened his eyes. He looked at his fathers face and smiled a little. “Dad?” He said and tried to sit up.

Carole moved forward, but Burts hand was already on Kurts shoulder softly pushing him back down onto the couch. “No, no dont move. Dont get up.”

Kurt settled down on the couch again for a moment before his eyes grew wide and he snapped up, sitting up straight and staring back and forth between Burt and Carole. 

“Oh my god!” He said, his face crumpling. “Youre not dead are you? Oh my god. Please tell me we arent all dead.” 

Burt opened his mouth the speak and then closed it again. He seemed to be out of words. Carole came forward, but not too close. 

“We arent dead.” Carole said. “You... but sweetie... you.” She gulped down the panic flaring inside of her. “Kurt youve been dead for years.” She hated how her voice come out almost like an accusation, she swayed and felt dizzy like she was about to pass out. 

Burt glanced up at her with wide eyes and a too pale face. He made to stand up and help her but faltered, wavering on his own feet and clutching his chest. That caused both Carole and Kurt to spring to action. They rushed forward helping Burt to sit down on the couch. Kurt and Carole on either side of him. All three in dripping wet cloths leaving puddles all around them. 

“Dad?” Kurt said his voice pinched and scared. “Please dad. Just breath. Its okay. I need you to be okay.” He had one hand on Burts arm the other rubbing circles on his back. Carole was mirroring him on Burts other side. 

Burt glanced at Carole, who in her worry for Burt didnt fell as light headed as she had just a moment before. “Are you okay?” He asked her.

She nodded, tears filling her eyes. “I dont understand what is happening.” She said. 

They both looked at Kurt then. He had one of his hands still on Burts back but he was looking at his other hand like it was foreign to him. Holding it up to his face and staring. Then he burst out in uncontrollable laughter that Carole found very unsettling. 

Kurt was almost doubled over laughing, tears running down his face. Burt, alarmed was hovering near Kurt looking frantic. 

“Kurt. Kurt son. We need... Are you?” Burt spluttered. “Please Kurt. Talk to us. We dont understand.”

Kurt finally stilled his laughter and sat up wiping at his tear filled eyes. He held out the hand hed been staring at. There was a long gash across it, it didnt seem too deep but the cut was bleeding. Leaving a bright red slash across Kurts hand. 

“Im bleeding.” Kurt said a huge smile on his face.

“Oh honey.” Carole said her motherly instinct catching up with her. “Ill go get something for it.” 

“No, no. Its okay.” Kurt said. “Im fine. I must have cut it outside. Im... bleeding. And I can touch you dad. And... and...” Kurts eyes grew round as he continued to smile. He placed his hand on his chest and closed his eyes for a moment before they opened again shining with joy.

"Im alive.” He whispered. “My heart is beating and I can bleed and Im alive!”

Kurt bounced to his feet and spun on the spot repeating over and over. “Im alive! Im alive! Im alive! Oh thank you. Thank you. Im alive!”

Burt got to his feet as well and Kurt threw himself at him. Holding him in a tight hug which Burt returned. The two men stood there holding each other as Carole watched, fingers pressed to her lips and tears streaming down her face.

After a long time Burt pulled back. “We thought you were dead...” He said hoarsely. “They found your... and Sebastian... we thought.” 

Kurt shook his head and bit his lip before he sighed and finally spoke. “Have a seat dad. We have... a lot to talk about and... Im sorry but Im not going to be able to explain it all.”

The three of the sat back on the couch. Burt not letting go of Kurts hand. 

“I... I was dead.” Kurt started. “I was a ghost and then...” Kurt stopped for a moment and his breathing hitched. “Blaine.” He said. “I have to talk to Blaine!” He jumped up from the couch and then stood in the room as if he didnt know what to do next. 

Burt seemed very calm next to Carole on the couch. “Blaine Anderson?” He asked.

“Yes.” Kurt said. “I was a ghost and Blaine moved into the house and he could see me.... and I... he wont know where I am. I have to call him... or I dont even know how to get in touch with him dad! It isnt like I ever needed his number before!” Kurt paced the room. “I have to... I have to go to San Francisco. I need to see...”

“Kurt.” Burt interrupted his whole body shaking. “You are not going anywhere. Least of all San Francisco. I... I just got you back. I dont understand what the hell is going on here, but I do know that my dead son is back... and Kurt Im not letting you out of my sight, not for a moment!” Burt all but growled. 

“But Blaine...” Kurt started and then took a long look at his dad.

Carole hoped Kurt could understand what this must be like for them. Suddenly having Kurt back from the dead like this. What could she say to make him understand? But she didnt need to say anything. 

“Please.” Burt said quietly calming himself again. “Please Kurt, just... just give us some time. Help us understand. I will personally help you find Blaine, but... just stop for a moment. Explain things. And... god Kurt, Finn and Rachel need to know. Just give us some time with you before you... dont leave.”

Kurt looked pale, but he nodded and sat back down, this time making room for himself between Burt and Carole.

"Im not going anywhere.” He said. “Im here and Ill stay. As long as you need.” He smiled and pulled them both into a hug. “It is good to be home.”