A/N: This idea hit me a couple weeks ago after seeing some posts on tumblr, so I just decided to run with it. I have no idea how often I'm going to be updating because college life is CRAZY, but hopefully it'll be at least once a week. Also, the other parts will be longer than this, as this is just the prologue. R&R please!

Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

Burt generally considered himself to be a pretty lenient parent. He didn't try to control Kurt's life. It wasn't that he didn't care, it's just that he didn't want Kurt to feel stifled. Kurt was stifled enough as it was, what with bullies and teachers that didn't seem to give a shit about him, and Burt didn't want to be categorized in any way with those types of people.

But there were some times in his life when certain things happened, and he suddenly felt like he should have been trying to have a closer relationship with Kurt.

Like when he found the bottle of pills in Kurt's dresser.

Burt hadn't been snooping around, no. He had simply been looking for one of his shirts that had gone missing, thinking maybe it got mixed up in Kurt's laundry. This was, in retrospect, a stupid thought, considering Kurt went through his wardrobe daily and would have immediately noticed the addition of one of his dad's "ugly" plaid shirts, but Burt wasn't really thinking when he decided to look.

He didn't find the shirt, obviously.

Instead, he found a bottle of Vicodin.

Now, he knew why Kurt had the Vicodin in the first place. He had gotten his wisdom teeth taken out over the summer, and Vidodin had been the only thing that had worked to relieve his pain. However, Burt told Kurt he should probably flush the Vicodin when he was done with it, just to make sure it didn't get mixed up with something else. Kurt agreed and said he would do it as soon as the pain stopped bothering him. Burt never bothered checking because, well, he didn't really think he needed to. He trusted Kurt, he didn't see a reason why Kurt would keep the Vicodin unless –

Oh god.

He really needed to have a talk with his boy.

As Burt picked up the bottle of Vicodin, trying to decide whether to flush it right then and there or present it to Kurt and demand him to explain, he noticed something else hidden among the meticulously folded clothes in the drawer.

A notebook.

Trying to tell himself it was probably just one of Kurt's notebooks from school that had gotten mixed up in his clothes somehow (yeah, right, because Kurt would let that happen…), Burt gently removed the notebook from the dresser and opened it before he lost his resolve.

What he saw inside the notebook obviously wasn't schoolwork.

Burt didn't read everything written inside. He wasn't the prying type, he knew Kurt needed privacy just as much as any other teenage boy, and he didn't really want all the details of his son's life that he didn't feel were appropriate to share with his father. But as he flipped through the page, he saw things - words and phrases - that jumped out.

"…Sometimes I feel like if I wasn't here, no one would even notice me…"

"…If it wasn't for Glee Club, I probably wouldn't even be here..."

"…I wish I had someone outside my family and Glee Club that I knew would care…"

"…I just want someone else to notice…"

Burt swallowed and took a deep breath, not allowing himself to lose control of his emotions. He knew it was normal for teenagers to feel like no one cared, like no one was listening, but he also know that Kurt wasn't a normal teenager. He had to deal with so much more bullying than anyone else at his school, and he had seemed sort of… down, lately. Burt hadn't been too worried about it, he knew his boy was strong, but this journal… these pills…

He just knew he needed to make sure everything was okay.