Fourth Prompt Post
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The door suddenly opened and the adults came back into the room and took their seats. Kurt took a deep breath and tugged on the lapels of his jacket, straightening any wrinkles in his clothes. Across from him, Blaine still stared at the tabletop. He'd stopped crying, at least. His eyes were red, though.
"So," Laura said brightly. "Did you get everything worked out?"
"Yes," Kurt said, standing to leave. "I want to go home now."
Laura's mouth dropped open. "But-"
"You heard him." Burt stood and put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I think it's time we got out of here. Kurt?"
"Thanks, Dad." He gave Blaine another crooked smile. "Bye. Maybe I'll see you sometime?"
"Hold up!" Laura glared at the two of them. "Like it or not, I am your mother, Kurt. I have a right to see you."
Kurt lifted his chin haughtily. "My mother was Elizabeth Hummel. Carole is my mom now. You're just some woman who gave birth to me."
With that said, he turned and started to walk to the door.
"You can't just leave," Laura sputtered. She looked as if someone had just smacked her across the face with a two-by-four.
"I think he just did," Burt said.
"But-my lawyers..."
Her voice died away as she watched the two of them leave, neither of their steps faltering. Burt spared Blaine one last, pitying look before he went out the door. He turned to his son as soon as it closed and grasped him by the shoulders.
"You okay?"
Kurt sniffed and wiped at his eyes but nodded, managing a watery smile. "Yeah. I'm fine. Did she really threaten to sic her lawyers on you? She looks so tiny."
Burt gave in to the urge to ruffle Kurt's hair. "She sure did. Which means, this may not be over just yet."
Kurt nodded. "It's okay. Like you said, I've got you, Carole, and Finn now. She can't touch us."
Burt wanted to tell him that it wasn't that simple. Her lawyers were a real threat. The Andersons had a lot of money. If Laura really wanted to-and if her husband allowed, Burt supposed-she would have no trouble taking Kurt away from his friends and family, no matter how hard Burt would fight to keep him.
Back in the conference room, Laura snatched up her purse. Spots of color tinted her cheeks red.
"They cannot do this," she snapped, ignoring the look Blaine gave her. She knew he was hurting, but he had to understand. This was about family. Whatever those two boys had done together was in the past. She didn't even want to know how far they'd gotten before she'd managed to intervene, but it was over now.
Kurt was her son. Her youngest boy. She wasn't so heartless as to just wrench him away from his father but she'd make sure he at least came to visit. Maybe they could share custody or something.
"Come on," she snapped to Blaine.
He slowly stood and followed her to the lobby of the building. They could see the two Hummels across the parking lot, backs straight and heads held high. Beside her, Blaine sighed.
Laura pursed her lips together angrily.
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