Hi! I love Glee! So this is just a story about what would've happened if Burt had died of his heart attack in 2x03. Horrible thought, and I love Burt, but it was sitting in my head and I had to get it written down. Tell me what you guys think. I have more chapters. Should I post them?
"Disclaimer: I don't own glee. Oh well.

Kurt finishes singing 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand'. A few tears leak from his eyes at the end and he sniffs and wipes at them. His heart feels heavy with worry but he does his best to be strong. The others clap softly for him. Mr. Schue asks him to stay behind for a moment to talk to him when he dismisses the rest of the students. Mr. Schue makes sure all the others leave the room before he leads Kurt into his office.

There they find Miss Pillsbury waiting for them. He figures Mr. Schue wants to ask him how he is holding up, or he did. But now, both adults are looking at him with pity. "Kurt, It's about your dad…" Miss Pillsbury says.

That could mean one of two things; he either woke up or died. And based on their expressions it's not the first. "Oh God. No." Kurt says. "He's not… Please!" He's not dead. He can't be.

"I'm so sorry Kurt. The hospital called. He's gone. He just slipped away…" She keeps talking, attempting to give him a comforting explanation about how his dad went peacefully but he stopped listening.

He feels like his heart is collapsing in on itself. His legs, no longer able to support him, give out and he sinks to the floor. Tears fall down his face in a cascade he hasn't allowed since his mom died. He can't believe it's true. He doesn't want to. Muttered 'No's escape him repeatedly. Mr. Schue kneels next to him, wrapping his arm around him carefully. Kurt gasps for breath and continues to deny the possibility of his father is dead. He clutches at Mr. Schue's jacket; begs with the teacher to tell him that it's not so. Kurt's crying doesn't come in loud sobs but in long keens in which he doesn't even breathe. Between the keens he gasps for breath. The teacher cradles him like the child he is. Tells him to breathe. He cries in Mr. Schue's arms for nearly an hour before exhaustion takes over.

He stirs briefly when he's picked up by a different set of arms. He finds it's Finn. The tall jock carries Kurt out to the Hudson's car. Carole was there too, she speaks to Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury about something, Kurt misses it as he slips back into the numbness of sleep.

Kurt wakes in a bed that is not his own. He jerks up in shock and panic, looking wildly around. The room is small and messy. The clothes laying around the room and the pictures tell Kurt that he is in Finn's bedroom. He remembers why he's not at his own home. He woke up from a nightmare about his dad's death to a reality of it.

He's still in his outfit from earlier, minus the jacket, which is now horribly wrinkled and disgusting. His phone had fallen out of his pocket in his sleep and is laying on the floor next to the bed. He picks it up to check the time. It's almost seven in the evening. There's also already multiple texts from different friends and relatives giving their condolences and asking how he's doing. He doesn't respond to them just curls up in Finn's blankets and cries silently.

A short while later he can smell food from the kitchen and figures Carole's made dinner. Despite his stomach growling, he would like to just lie in grief forevermore. However, Carole peeks her head into the room to check on him. Upon finding him awake, she asks him if he is hungry. He shakes his head but his stomach betrays him by making more noise. She smiles sadly, "I know it's hard. But you should try to eat something. C'mon Sweetie."

She comes over to the bed and sits him up. Her eyes are red and puffy, she too has been crying, he notices. Wrapping her arms around him, they hold each other for a moment. It takes a few minutes but she does convince him to come out and eat something.

Finn is already sitting at the dining room table eating the beef stroganoff Carole prepared. Carole sits Kurt down in a chair and grabs a plate and utensils for him. He tries to eat, he manages enough to get his stomach to quiet, but he mostly pushes the food around his plate. Eventually, Carole gives in and takes his plate away; she puts the leftovers in the fridge in case he wants some later. His head is laying on the table; his mind lost in thought. Tears flowing continually from his eyes. After putting away the food Carole sits next to him and does her best to comfort him by rubbing his back. "What do you want right now, sweetie?" realizing she already knows the answer is his father, she amends to "What can I do for you?".

"I want to go home. And just go to bed." Kurt mumbles.

"You can stay here tonight, Dude." Finn says from where he is also still seated at the table. "You can have my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

Kurt shakes his head. "I need my pajamas, my moisturizers." Finn laughs a little at that. He doesn't understand. Kurt's dad just died, it should be all consuming of his thoughts and time, and it is. The need for his beauty products is not for the sake of vanity right now. It's instinctual, for the sake of normality. His whole world just changed and it's only going to get worse before it gets better. He needs something that he can control no matter what comes in the next few days and weeks. For him that is his appearance. It's been the same way all week, going to school with hair and outfits styled to perfection as usual. Because something needs to be constant while the rest of his world is in turmoil.

Whether or not Carole gets it, she decides that if Kurt wants to stay the night at his own house then she and Finn will stay with him. Finn is told to go pack a bag and she does the same. Then the three of them go to the Hummel house. It's barley nine o'clock when they get there but Kurt goes immediately to his room. He takes a quick shower and completes an imperfect but acceptable moisturizing routine and puts on his silk pajamas. After he crawls into bed he expects to fall asleep due to exhaustion. It has been a long day. But he lies awake for hours; tears still slipping from his eyes. He listens to the Hudson's go to bed and the house becomes quiet. Still, he tosses and turns. Thinking about his dad, and his mom.

Finally, at around one in the morning he gives up. He gets up and wanders upstairs in search of something to help. He gets some milk from the kitchen and quietly warms it up on the stove. Finn is sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor, and Kurt is surprised that Carole is sleeping on the couch. Surprised and grateful, she didn't sleep in his dad's bed in his parents' room like Kurt had expected. The thought of their room leads Kurt down the hall to it.

Nothing in the room has physically changed since the morning his dad had his heart attack. But it feels different. The whole house seems hollow. Kurt sets his glass of warm milk on the bedside table and walks over to his mother's old dresser. He opens the drawers, releasing the sent of her perfume that lingers there. His last comfort when thinking of her gets to be too much. He tears up at it now. It's comforting and he wants something like it for his memories of his father. Looking around the room he settles on the closet. Before he would never consider wearing one of those awful flannel shirts his dad loved but touching the fabric now it's almost like his father is there. So, Kurt switches his silk pajama shirt for one of his dad's old work shirts. The flannel wrapped around him is not dissimilar to when his dad hugged him. Kurt crawls into his parent's bed wrapped in his dad's shirt and surrounded by his mother's faint sent. In this position he finally falls asleep.

Kurt sleeps very well that night considering the day he had. He wakes the next morning feeling a little better. He looks at the clock on his father's nightstand and sees it's after eleven in the morning. He climbs out of the bed rather quickly, he is so late for school. He reluctantly runs from the room. Carole sees him from the living room where she is sitting. "Kurt?" he doesn't notice she is there until she talks. "Where're you dashing off to?"

"I need to go to school. I'm late." He says.

"Sweetie, you're okay. No one expects you to go to school today. We let you sleep in on purpose." She says. "Come here." He sits next to her on the couch, he didn't want to go to school anyway. "Your teachers and principal Figgins are giving you a pass today."

He accepts it and leans his head on her shoulder. "How are you?" she asks.

He has a feeling he's going to be hearing that question a lot. "I'm- I'm okay. I guess. I just…" Kurt had thought that after yesterday afternoon and last night his body is surely incapable of producing more tears, but he is proven wrong when his vision becomes blurry once again. "…I just miss him." He says.

"I know, sweetie. I miss him too." Carole hugs Kurt. She notices the shirt he is wearing is not the one he wore last night when he went to bed. "Is this his shirt?"

"Yeah" He wraps his arms around himself, gripping the shirt. Kurt doesn't feel much like talking so he gives short answers whenever Carole asks him a question.

Carole goes to the kitchen and makes a strawberry chicken salad for the two of them for lunch. Kurt loves this salad but he hardly tastes it this time. After they eat Carole has to leave to go figure things out for the funeral. She turns on Project Runway on Netflix for Kurt to watch while she is gone. He lays on the couch, letting the drama of the people on the show numb his pain for a little while.

The third episode was playing before he was interrupted again. His phone started ringing. He picked it up off the coffee table, not planning on answering it, until he saw it was his grandpa calling. The voice of Hubert Hummel comes through the line to Kurt's ear when he answers the call. "Hey Squirt."

"Hi." Kurt says softly.

"That pretty girlfriend of your dad came to see me a little while ago. She told me what happened. How are you holding up?" His grandpa asked.

Kurt drew in a shaky breath. "It hurts so bad." Kurt chokes out. "What about you?"

"I'm hurting too. No parent should outlive their child." He says. "But I think t's worse for you. No kid deserves to lose his parents so young."

"It's not fair." Kurt's losing the grip he's nearly had on his emotions for the last couple hours.

Hubert and Kurt cry together over the phone until Carole comes back to the house. Kurt is laying on the couch, where she left him. Holding the phone to his ear though he hasn't said anything in a while. His grandpa is doing his best to calm the him, ineffectively. Carole takes the cell away from him. She runs her hand through his sweat soaked hair, he's making himself sick. Carole talks to Hubert for a moment while taking stock of Kurt's condition.

After hanging up with the old man, Carole sits on the couch next to Kurt and pulls him into her arms. The TV is still on, with the same episode he'd been watching earlier paused on the screen. Carole plays the show and engages him in it by asking about the clothes. Her efforts get him to breathe properly; leading him to sleep once again.