All We Need to Make It Through (1/1)
Title: All We Need to Make it Through
Genre: angst
Fandom: Glee
Characters: Carole, Kurt, Burt, a tiny bit of sleeping!Finn
Rating: G? IDEK
Summary: for the prompt on the glee-angst-meme. IDK just read it. It's rill short.
It's about 2 AM when I wake up for absolutely no reason. The house is pitch black. Burt is snoring next to me, tugging the covers away. I smile in the darkness at his unconscious bed-hogging. My mouth is dry, and I decide that the only solution is a glass of warm milk. I tiptoe gently past the boys' rooms and towards the carpeted staircase that leads down to the kitchen. From one of the rooms, I hear a sob... a moan really.
Finn. He's probably upset since I grounded him for getting kicked out of his prom. But what's a mother supposed to do? He got into a fight in a public space. He ruined his brother's boyfriend's performance. I had to come pick him up from his own prom. I was embarrassed and upset. I didn't expect him to react that strongly, though.
I crack the door to his room open, but there is nothing but silence that greets me. Well, silence, and the soft muttering that Finn has always done in his sleep. But certainly no crying.
Which can only mean one thing. I take a giant step to the left and reach Kurt's door. Quietly, I open the door, and hear another loud sob coming from the room.
“Kurt?” I ask, entering the space.
“Did I wake you?” He sniffles, turning on the light next to his bed. “I'm really sorry.”
“No, I was up already, honey.” I take a seat on the foot of his bed. He's still dressed in his kilt and dress shirt from the dance. The shirt is wrinkled and there is a large wet stain running down the front. He hasn't even taken off his shoes. “What's wrong?”
“They elected me prom queen.” He squeaks, more tears coming out of his eyes. “I know I shouldn't be upset, but...”
“But it hurts. I know.” I reply. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He sits up and leans his head onto my shoulder. I wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. “I'm just upset is all.” He sighs.
“I know.” Is all I can say.
“I wish I had stayed at Dalton.” He says, a sob erupting from his chest.
“I know, but aren't you glad to be back with your friends? To be home again?” I ask.
He shakes his head, crying more. “I'm trying to be brave, Carole, but it's so hard.” He stops talking for a minute, and the only noise in the room is his sobbing. I'm trying not to cry, to be the strong person he needs right now, but it's getting tougher by the minute. “I didn't even want to go back.” He finally states.
“It's hard to remember now, because you're upset, but you did want to go back to McKinley, sweetie. That's why you suggested it.” I offered.
“No it's not.” He moaned. “I only went back so you and Dad wouldn't have to waste that money.”
I hushed him. “You know that Dalton isn't a waste of money.”
He sat upright, his blood-stained eyes looking me directly in the eye. “I know about the second mortgage Dad took out. I saw the statement on the kitchen table. I've heard him yelling on the phone at night. I know how upset he is. I just don't want him to have so much stress. It's not good for him and it's not good for his heart.” The last two words came out as groans, barely above a whisper.
I pulled him in close to me again. “Kurt, I am going to tell you something, and I want to you listen closely. Do you understand?” He nodded into my shoulder. “Your father cares about you more than anything in this world. Your safety means everything to him. He took out that second mortgage because he cares about you.”
“And I care about him.” He adds. “Do you know what would happen if he had another heart attack? I couldn't handle it. Dad is the most important person in my life. More important than Blaine or Mercedes or any of the Warblers. I need to keep his stress level minimal to keep his heart healthy.”
I kiss his forehead. “I know how much you love your father. We all love him. And it's a noble, incredible thing you've done to help him out. But remember that you're important, too. We want you to be happy, Kurt. Got it?”
He nods. I can tell that he's close to falling asleep, and I help take his shoes off so he doesn't have to sleep in them.
The next morning, while the boys are still sleeping, I tell Burt what Kurt had told me. He rubs his temples. “I didn't want him to know about the second mortgage.” He mutters.
“Well, cat's out of the bag.” I sigh. “Should we send him back to Dalton?”
“We can't.” He shrugs. “We're barely making ends meet with both boys at public school.”
I push my scrambled eggs around my plate. “Is there anything else we can do? We can't hide this from the boys forever. They need to know.”
“We'll talk to them tonight. Over dinner.” He grumbles. “We'll get through it. We always do.”
Genre: angst
Fandom: Glee
Characters: Carole, Kurt, Burt, a tiny bit of sleeping!Finn
Rating: G? IDEK
Summary: for the prompt on the glee-angst-meme. IDK just read it. It's rill short.
It's about 2 AM when I wake up for absolutely no reason. The house is pitch black. Burt is snoring next to me, tugging the covers away. I smile in the darkness at his unconscious bed-hogging. My mouth is dry, and I decide that the only solution is a glass of warm milk. I tiptoe gently past the boys' rooms and towards the carpeted staircase that leads down to the kitchen. From one of the rooms, I hear a sob... a moan really.
Finn. He's probably upset since I grounded him for getting kicked out of his prom. But what's a mother supposed to do? He got into a fight in a public space. He ruined his brother's boyfriend's performance. I had to come pick him up from his own prom. I was embarrassed and upset. I didn't expect him to react that strongly, though.
I crack the door to his room open, but there is nothing but silence that greets me. Well, silence, and the soft muttering that Finn has always done in his sleep. But certainly no crying.
Which can only mean one thing. I take a giant step to the left and reach Kurt's door. Quietly, I open the door, and hear another loud sob coming from the room.
“Kurt?” I ask, entering the space.
“Did I wake you?” He sniffles, turning on the light next to his bed. “I'm really sorry.”
“No, I was up already, honey.” I take a seat on the foot of his bed. He's still dressed in his kilt and dress shirt from the dance. The shirt is wrinkled and there is a large wet stain running down the front. He hasn't even taken off his shoes. “What's wrong?”
“They elected me prom queen.” He squeaks, more tears coming out of his eyes. “I know I shouldn't be upset, but...”
“But it hurts. I know.” I reply. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He sits up and leans his head onto my shoulder. I wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. “I'm just upset is all.” He sighs.
“I know.” Is all I can say.
“I wish I had stayed at Dalton.” He says, a sob erupting from his chest.
“I know, but aren't you glad to be back with your friends? To be home again?” I ask.
He shakes his head, crying more. “I'm trying to be brave, Carole, but it's so hard.” He stops talking for a minute, and the only noise in the room is his sobbing. I'm trying not to cry, to be the strong person he needs right now, but it's getting tougher by the minute. “I didn't even want to go back.” He finally states.
“It's hard to remember now, because you're upset, but you did want to go back to McKinley, sweetie. That's why you suggested it.” I offered.
“No it's not.” He moaned. “I only went back so you and Dad wouldn't have to waste that money.”
I hushed him. “You know that Dalton isn't a waste of money.”
He sat upright, his blood-stained eyes looking me directly in the eye. “I know about the second mortgage Dad took out. I saw the statement on the kitchen table. I've heard him yelling on the phone at night. I know how upset he is. I just don't want him to have so much stress. It's not good for him and it's not good for his heart.” The last two words came out as groans, barely above a whisper.
I pulled him in close to me again. “Kurt, I am going to tell you something, and I want to you listen closely. Do you understand?” He nodded into my shoulder. “Your father cares about you more than anything in this world. Your safety means everything to him. He took out that second mortgage because he cares about you.”
“And I care about him.” He adds. “Do you know what would happen if he had another heart attack? I couldn't handle it. Dad is the most important person in my life. More important than Blaine or Mercedes or any of the Warblers. I need to keep his stress level minimal to keep his heart healthy.”
I kiss his forehead. “I know how much you love your father. We all love him. And it's a noble, incredible thing you've done to help him out. But remember that you're important, too. We want you to be happy, Kurt. Got it?”
He nods. I can tell that he's close to falling asleep, and I help take his shoes off so he doesn't have to sleep in them.
The next morning, while the boys are still sleeping, I tell Burt what Kurt had told me. He rubs his temples. “I didn't want him to know about the second mortgage.” He mutters.
“Well, cat's out of the bag.” I sigh. “Should we send him back to Dalton?”
“We can't.” He shrugs. “We're barely making ends meet with both boys at public school.”
I push my scrambled eggs around my plate. “Is there anything else we can do? We can't hide this from the boys forever. They need to know.”
“We'll talk to them tonight. Over dinner.” He grumbles. “We'll get through it. We always do.”