Hey people :D This is my first Glee fanfic, I recently got into Glee with the help of Junou Angel ... so this one's for you :D

I really wish I owned Kurt ... but I don't :(

The song is Homeless by Leona Lewis. I don't own this song either, I couldn't sing it nearly as well as she (or Kurt) could :P

Please enjoy ^.^

Kurt winced in pain as his shoulder hit the locker once again. Karofsky sauntered past, barely sparing a glance to the small boy. Kurt sighed and looked down, rubbing his sore shoulder as he headed to class, rounding the corner he was greeted with no less than 7 grape slushies to the face, he spluttered for air, blinking back the purple ice drink he pressed his lips together, watching as the jocks laugh and high five, leaving him covered with slush.

After that terrible start to the day, the rest of his lessons were uneventful aside from a few gay jokes. Kurt made his way to the choir room for Glee club, hoping for a bit of expressive singing and maybe a solo.

Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. Once again the tragically dressed Rachel Berry proved that being a fashionista didn't make him a better singer. Kurt shuddered at her unfortunate choice of sweater and grudgingly enjoyed her talent at the same time. Just once he thought just once, I'd like the chance to shine.

Kurt sighed as he opened the front door and dropped his bag in the hall. It had not been his day today. In fact, it hadn't been his week. Karofsky hadn't lost a chance to shove him into walls or trip him in the corridors or rally the jocks to give him slushy facials; which couldn't be good for his skin. He had even begun storing at least three outfits in his locker, just in case.

'Hey dad' he called as he passed Burt on the sofa, who was eating chips and watching a game on TV.

'Hi Kurt, how was school?' he asked, without taking his eyes off the screen

'Glad it's Friday' Kurt answered, pouring himself a glass of orange juice 'is Finn home yet?' diverting the conversation to Finn was usually a good choice; but this week wasn't a good one for normal tactics.

''Bout half an hour ago' Burt said, looking up at his son 'what's wrong?' Kurt shrugged and took a sip of his juice 'Kurt' he warned, sitting up, giving the boy his full attention 'tell me'

'It's just been a long week' Kurt replied evasively. He didn't feel like talking to his dad about it. His Ice Queen mask was slipping as it was and he didn't want to break down now. It was hard to keep up the front of not caring. Burt grunted, realising that Kurt wasn't ready to speak.

'Well, if you wanna talk …' Burt trailed off with a hand gesture. Kurt nodded and disappeared to the basement.

'Hi Finn' he greeted tiredly, flopping onto his bed, and then sitting up again to fix his hair.

'Hey, I heard you got slushied again today' Kurt nodded curtly 'Wow … that's the … twelfth time this week?'

'Fourteenth'

'Sucks to be you, man' said the quarterback pityingly

'Tell me about it' groaned Kurt 'that cherry flavour one on Wednesday completely ruined my favourite cashmere sweater!' Finn chuckled

'You and your sweaters' he said, then he turned serious 'I'm sorry I didn't stop them Kurt'

Kurt sighed

'You weren't there, you didn't know' he said, sort of irritated that he had to comfort his brother when he was the one getting bullied

'I did actually' Kurt blinked at him in shock

'What?' his voice was low, as if he truly didn't comprehend the words

'I overheard them talking about where you would be and they each had a slushy' Finn explained as he stared down at the floor guiltily. There was an awkward pause

'And you didn't try to stop them?' Kurt clarified; some of the bottled up hurt creeping into his voice, he forced his mask back on, but it was a hard effort. He was tired of having bruises on his arms that never really faded because he kept getting slammed into lockers, he was tired of being tripped up and having to change his clothes twice a day and being upstaged by Rachel no-fashion-sense Berry. But he put up with it because he had to. And now he comes home, only to find that he'd been betrayed as well? That even some of that pain could have been prevented? It was all too much and his façade was cracking.

'You broke your promise' he said in a very small voice. Finn looked up in surprise at the change of tone; Kurt had never looked so young. His arms were wrapped around himself and his huge eyes were filled with betrayal. He seemed to be fighting for control over himself, as if to pull all of his hurt back in and lock it away where it couldn't be seen.

'I'm sorry' Finn said, a touch of sarcasm to his apology 'But they would've beaten me to pulp if I'd tried … it was seven against one dude'

'No they wouldn't' Kurt said, matter of factly, his expression blank once more 'they need you for the game tomorrow. At worst they would have slushied you instead.'

Finn closed his mouth, ashamed. Kurt was right; he should've taken the cold and humiliation to spare Kurt from it, his little brother. The truth was that he liked being popular again, and sticking up for the gay kid would lose him points. But that sounded too petty and selfish to admit to him, so he came back defensively, and a little mad, he hated being forced to see the bad in himself

'Well maybe, but maybe you should just grow less attached to your clothes. Seriously dude, your love for hats can't be healthy'

'This isn't about my clothes!' Kurt shouted 'this is about the fact that when you wanted to stay the popular quarterback, and I slushied myself for you I hoped that when you promised me at our parents wedding you might actually return the favour!' Kurt's voice had raised an octave

'I didn't do anything to deserve a slushy facial!' Finn retorted heatedly, regretting his words instantly when he saw Kurt's face fall, and his eyes fill with tears and hurt. His voice trembled as he spoke, quiet and soft again

'And I did?' one of the tears fell, followed by another

'Kurt I didn't mean –'

'Yes you did' Kurt whispered, suppressing a sob 'you meant that I deserve it because … because I'm a fag! That's what you meant'

'What's going on here?' The stern voice of Burt Hummel appeared along with the man at the top of the stairs. Kurt and Finn both froze and turned towards him slowly, watching as Burt's icy gaze assessed the situation, Finn with his fists clenched at his sides, Kurt standing there hugging himself, fresh tear tracks on his porcelain face.

'Finn … what the hell did you do to my son?' Burt demanded furiously, squaring himself off against the lanky teen

'Nothing!' Finn cried, holding his hands up in surrender

'Which is precisely the point' Kurt added in, still mumbling 'he knew they were going to slush me today but he didn't do anything because he thinks that I deserve it' Burt's eyes darted between the two boys in bewilderment

'Finn?' he turned to the older 'Is this true?'

'I never said that!' Finn insisted defensively 'I only meant that sometimes … sometimes he brings it on himself. I mean' he continued quickly, sensing Burt's impending rage and gesturing to Kurt's almost florescent blue shirt 'he doesn't exactly try to blend in does he? And I think that he should be used to it by now. Fourteen times a week is hardly infrequent. Maybe he needs to learn how to stick up for himself a bit.' Finn finished and glanced at Kurt who was just staring at him incredulously and his father who seemed to be letting the words sink in.

After a long silence, broken only by stifled hiccups from Kurt, Burt turned to his son and laid a hand on his shoulder

'You know Kurt' he said, meeting his sons bright eyes 'maybe Finn has a point, I bet if you tone down the clothes a bit, it'd make you less of a target. And you could always ask Finn and Puckerman about learning bits of self defence. It couldn't hurt, right?'

Kurt's face smoothed and he knew he'd said something wrong 'Kurt?' but he only received a stiff nod in reply. Kurt was locking him out, slamming up his defences and retreating to a place where Burt couldn't follow, blocking his emotions from showing. And he didn't like it at all. But Kurt wasn't about to let him in so he turned to the other teen 'and as for you' he growled, prodding Finn in the chest 'next time, I expect you to honour your promise to my son. You'd better hope that next week, the slushy count never gets to three. Got it?' Finn nodded, looking about three years old.

'Yes sir'

'Now apologize. Although your point made sense, you worded it in a hurtful way' the older teenager bowed his head

'I'm sorry Kurt'

'Good' his eyes swept the room once more, Kurt hadn't moved. But there was nothing more he could do, so he retreated to the kitchen to make dinner.

Over the weekend, Kurt stayed in his room, and as far away from Finn as possible, who seemed to have the same idea and spent as much time out of the house as he could.

Kurt knew that his dad had meant well, knew that he wanted the bullying to stop as much as Kurt did; and it was small and petty of him, but he couldn't help being hurt that his dad wanted him to tone down who he was, as if he wasn't happy with the son he had. He knew that Finn would keep him as safe as possible over the next week or so, he wouldn't dare disobey Burt; but Kurt was upset with the fact that Burt had had to order him to. He wanted Finn to help him because he wanted to, because he thought that it was wrong, because Kurt was his brother; and knowing that he was only doing it to keep Burt happy … that stung.

On Monday he dressed in muted colors, beige and black. He would follow his fathers' advice, whether he agreed with it or not. After combing his hair he left; skipping breakfast just as he had skipped almost all of his meals for the past two days, he just couldn't bring himself to eat.

When he arrived at school he met Mercedes and walked with her to class, arms linked together, talking animatedly.

Finn trailed behind them dejectedly. He liked Kurt, he really did and he hated that everyone picked on the guy, but it was frustrating sometimes that he was expected to take a hit for him, or a slushy. He really did get annoyed that Kurt didn't even try to change; not fuss over his clothes so much, learn to stand up for himself instead of rolling over and taking it, leaving Finn to come and sort things out. He huffed inside his jacket. It was going to be a long week.

It took Kurt all of an hour to notice that Finn was shadowing him and he forced himself not to roll his eyes, subtle, Finn was not. This is what the jock always did when he was 'protecting' him, keeping the other jocks at bay by warning them off when they got too close. He unwittingly made things worse when he eventually stopped. Taunts would follow, cruel and each one made his Ice Queen mask falter, only giving the Neanderthals more satisfaction. But he was aware that Finn had no idea of that, and that his actions were backed up with good intentions, and so he said nothing.

At least he got a bully free day. That counts for something right?

'Hey son, how was school? Finn look out for you?' Kurt nodded 'Good' Burt's tone was flat and he continued to glower at the TV. Kurt came to sit by him, noticing that something was wrong

'How was work?' he ventured tentatively, there were few things that he was tentative about, but an angry Burt Hummel was one of them. He received a grunt in reply. Kurt stared at his father, eyes wide and worrying.

'Dad?' he tried again 'what's wrong?' Burt sighed and closed his eyes, as if fighting for control

'Nothing'

'It must be something' Kurt insisted 'you look –'

'Just leave it Kurt!' he exploded, standing up and striding over to the kitchen. Kurt was stunned, Burt never yelled at him. Not even when he was five years old and Kurt had spilt his mother's favourite perfume, his dad had just sighed. But Kurt wasn't one to give up, so he went to stand next to his father

'What happened?' he persevered softly

'I got another phone call' Burt exclaimed 'Telling me that my son is a weak, good for nothing homo!'

Kurt flinched; the disgusted tone his father used cut him far deeper than the words he heard on a daily basis.

'Oh' was all he said, looking down at the counter, but Burt wasn't finished yet, he was too highly strung and angry, some of his customers were already tetchy when Kurt was helping him in the shop and after the argument on Friday he was at breaking point, looking at Kurt's crumpling face he felt a vicious stab of venom directed towards his son

'The thing is Kurt' he continued heatedly 'I see his point! It isn't exactly as though you try to defend yourself. It isn't fair to ask Finn to take it all for you, maybe you should try to take a leaf out of his book!' he was yelling now 'Be a man Kurt! Stop being such a –' he cut off suddenly, eyes widening as he realised what he had just said … what he had been about to say.

Tears were falling thick and fast down Kurt's cheeks, his face was scrunched and blotchy and he was trembling like a leaf in a strong wind, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably and he was curled in on himself, arms hugging his abdomen tightly, making the most terrifying sobbing sounds that Burt had ever heard.

His anger was gone as if it had never been; the only evidence of his heated words was on his sons stricken face, the anger was replaced by immediate guilt and self loathing. No father should ever be the cause of such pain on his child's face

'Kurt' Burt croaked brokenly, reaching out to pull him into a hug, to apologize over and over again, but Kurt recoiled and backed away from his dad as though he was a complete stranger; staring at him through wide, hopeless eyes, he shook his head as if he didn't understand, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he was lost.

Burt pulled his hand back and watched his sons retreat; he didn't move until he heard the front door click shut, which was when Burt Hummel fell to his knees and cried like a baby.

All Kurt knew, was he was running. He hadn't worked anything out beyond that, tears blurred his vision and rasping sobs made their way out of his throat, making it harder to breathe. But where was he going? He stopped for a second and looked around him to get his bearings; it looked like he was going back to school. But it'd be locked by now, apart from the locker rooms where Finn and the others would be (football practice) so that was somewhere to steer clear of. Kurt then reached into his pocket and felt the key to the auditorium. Mr Shue had given them all one, for anytime they just needed to sing.

Now was one of those times.

Kurt quietly slipped into the auditorium; he made his way to centre stage where he just stood for a while, looking out into the empty seats. He allowed himself a mini breakdown where he was, letting out a few more tears and sobs. As he thought back over the words, he broke down all over again.

His father didn't love him the way he was. He wanted a son like Finn … he'd been about to call him a fag. It wasn't the words that got to him, it was the fact that Burt had said them, Burt, his father, the one who always took his side, who loved him no matter what, who clapped when he sang girls songs and told him he looked great no matter what outfit he wore. The boy let out a choked laugh. It was funny he thought how seventeen years of love, trust and loyalty can be wiped out in a single, angry but truthful sentence. Kurt dropped to his knees, unknowingly mirroring his father and he sobbed until his heart froze and his tears dried up. Then he stood, eyes clear with a song in his heart that he just had to let out

'Waiting here, for you to call me,

For you to tell me, that everything's a big mistake'

He did want Burt to call him, he didn't know if he'd pick up, but he just wanted some reassurance that he wasn't completely expendable.

'Waiting here, in this rainfall

Feeling so small

This dream was not supposed to break'

They had always been a family, him and his dad, it was them against the world, like something out of a fairy tale, where they overcame everything life threw at them… except this.

'I'm so sorry now, for the pain I caused you

Won't you please forgive? Please'

He hadn't meant to hurt his dad; he hadn't wanted to cause him any trouble

'But you don't love me anymore

You don't want me anymore

There's a sign on your door

No vacancy, just emptiness

Without your love

I'm homeless'

At least Finn could have the basement to himself. Maybe Kurt could live with Mercedes until he could get a flat of his own.

'In this cold, I'm walking aimless

Feeling helpless

Without a shelter from the storm'

Kurt's pure voice rang through the stands passionately, in a literal sense, it was cold, and he hadn't even grabbed a jacket on the way out. But in reality, he just felt lost.

'And in my heart, I miss you so much

I'm missing your touch

And the home that used to be so warm'

Memories of him an his dad bombarded him; Burt holding his hand at his mothers funeral, sitting down to have a tea party with him, ruffling his hair, patting his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug, Burt had been the one constant in his life since his mother had died, and now …

'I'm so sorry now, for the pain I caused you

Won't you please forgive? Please

Now the memories of Burt changed, Burt walking in on him performing Beyonce, asking him if he was sure he was gay, the embarrassed look on his face when Kurt began dancing in the middle of the field, yelling at him that he should be more like Finn. More tears made their way down his cheeks as he continued pushing the words to the song out, infusing every single stab of hurt his father had ever (intentionally or otherwise) caused him

'But you don't love me anymore

You don't want me anymore

There's a sign on your door

No vacancy, just emptiness

Without your love

I'm homeless'

Kurt still wanted his dad, he wanted a shoulder to cry on, he shouldn't have stormed out like that, he should've tried to make things right

'Oh, my daddy

I'm sorry, sorry

But you don't love me anymore

You don't want me anymore

There's a sign on your door

No vacancy, just emptiness

Without your love

I'm homeless'

His voice died out, cracking on the last note. He had never felt so alone.

So what do you think? I hope I got the characters ok. I didn't want to make Burt mean. Well ... not OOC mean. Because I relly love Burt.

Was it believable? Did you like it? Hate it?

I should update really soon since I've already written the next couple of chapters. I was planning on this being a one/two shot but it kinda didn't turn out that way :P This is probably going to be the longest chapter.

Hope you don't mind ^.^

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Love all you Gleeks :D

Love Tibbins xx