Chapter 24

2 months later

A lot of time has passed. A lot of things had changed.

Tina and Mike were still happily together, so was Rachel and Finn, Nick and Jeff were so in love then never before. Though, Kurt couldn't be more unhappy.

This time has been torture for him. He tried to shut everything out and just focus on his career, on the third stage of Palace and to just enjoy what he loved doing. But let's say it was hard because of two people.

Heidi and Blaine have been all over each other. Heidi was always glued to Blaine's side, shooting Kurt angry looks, but still full of pride that she ‘won'. It was quite obvious that Blaine wasn't a fan of the situation, Kurt saw the longing glances he shot him every once in a while. It did hurt. Both of them.

But Blaine has new priorities now and none of them involved Kurt. Blaine's mother was planning a wedding.

Kurt was actually quite surprised how unhappy Elizabeth looked. Like she had changed her mind. She looked at Kurt like she truly missed having him around. He came to visit once in a while, just to visit Rachel, making sure Blaine or Heidi weren't there. As soon as they or one of them arrived, Kurt made sure to be gone as quickly as it was possible.

But all in all, Elizabeth was like a mother to Blaine and she knew when her son wasn't okay. And he definitely wasn't okay.

She would hear Blaine wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes he would just go and sit by the pool, playing with water with his fingers, sometimes he quietly played his guitar. He almost never smiled anymore. And it pained her and her husband.

She couldn't say she was full of joy when Heidi announced she was pregnant. Before, Elizabeth thought it was all she wanted but right then she felt kind of empty inside. Like it wasn't right, wasn't meant to be.

She never would've thought she would think this but her husband was right. Kurt is the best for Blaine. Though now it was too late.

x-x-x-x-x

But everything wasn't as bad as it could be. Kurt finally had family. Real family. Biological.

‘'Kurt...''

Kurt felt himself falling in a deep, dark hole. This couldn't be happening. Blaine's going to be a father.

‘'I-I'm just going to...go,'' he said and walked out the door before anyone could stop him. He didn't care how he looked. He couldn't help the huge tears falling down his face. He crossed his arms over his chest, looked down and kept walking, trying to keep his sobs at bay.

This was a pretty windy day in the city. Kurt felt shivers running all over him, he felt hot but cold at the same time, he felt like he was going to die. He wanted to be a lone but didn't. He didn't want to go home and find Tina's worried face, asking several questions. So he knew where to go.

He knocked on Lydia's door and it was opened within seconds. ‘'Hey-Oh, Kurt!''

She placed her gentle palm on his back and guided him in, closing the doors behind them. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight, tight hug and they stood like that for a while. ‘'Is it Blaine''

She asked, almost in a whisper, after she felt that Kurt's sobs were down. Kurt knew he didn't have to answer if he didn't feel like it, that the lady wouldn't be mad at him but it felt like telling her.

‘'Blaine's having a baby. With Heidi. I-I-‘'

‘'Shh, it's okay. Don't continue. Come here, you need to get some sleep. I'll go make you some tea while you get comfortable. Make yourself at home, sweetheart.''

She opened the big, dark wood door and Kurt's eyes widened for a second. Never in his life he's been in this room. Lydia's bedroom. It was pretty simple, though very classic and elegant. Dark wood furniture, orange color scheme and gold accents. It was a very beautiful room.

Kurt wanted to say no, but he just didn't have the power and strength to. He felt so weak and broken that a nap sounded heavenly.

He sat down on the bed as Lydia went off to make tea. He slowly removed his shoes and as he placed them down by the nightstand he noticed a picture frame on it. He picked it up and examined the picture, smiling. It was a little, cute boy in the hands of a very happy bold man, wearing a flannel shirt and a hat. As he placed the photo back down, he noticed the nightstand drawer wide open. He really didn't want to be rude and he had never rummaged through another person's stuff but the picture there caught his eye. It was the little boy again. The little boy couldn't be older than two.

The next picture underneath really punched him in the gut.

It was a picture of him. One of the photos from the orphanage. He turned both of the pictures around and both of them had his name on them, as well as a year.

What the heck?