Kurt had memorialized and buried his husband to be.
He had watched as they lowered the casket into the ground on the edge of the Anderson estate where all the Andersons had been buried. Where Kurt could never be laid to rest beside his beloved partner.
He had spoken with the Andersons, told them about his and Blaine’s plans. They had agreed not to withhold the inheritance.
He had said goodbye to his father, kissed his cheek, and told him to send Carole his love, because the woman couldn’t face him.
But there was one thing he had left to do. Before he packed up, once again, and left Ohio, once again, this time never to return. There was one person he had to talk to, a loose end he had to tie up.
“Why did you do it, Finn?” He asked, softly, kneeling in the dirt next to the recently added headstone. “What happened that made you hate us all, or hate yourself enough to want to do this? They were your friends.” He traced the lettering on the tombstone with one long, pale finger, “I’m your brother. Blaine would have been your brother in law. Why him? I just…Finn I don’t understand why you took him from me and I need to understand why you took him from me.” There were tears streaming down Kurt’s face as his head fell, limp hair hanging.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Kurt’s head shot up, bloodshot grey-green-blue eyes fell onto the woman who he had called his mother for the last five years. “Carole.” He said softly, standing and wiping the dirt from his hands and knees. “I just…I needed to talk to him.” He glanced back down, “I need to understand.” He broke because he could, because Carole claimed to love him, and a mothers love, not from someone as genuine as Carole, never went away. “I need to know what happened to him. What made him so sad that he had to…” The word fell out of his mouth like a cruel saying, “Take Blaine from me. Why he took Brittany from Santana. Why he took all of our friends away.”
Carole’s eyes filled with tears, “I’m so sorry, Kurt.” She said, bringing her hands to her mouth, “I’m so sorry that he did this. I don’t understand it either.” Tears fell, “He is my son. And I don’t know what could have possessed him to kill his friends, his best friends, and people he held close enough to be family.” She reached out her arms for Kurt, “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t talk to you, I just…he’s my son and you all hate him. I still love him.”
Kurt fell into her open arms, willing and giving, “I don’t hate him, Carole.” He said softly, holding her tight, “I just don’t understand. I’m angry. I want Blaine back but Blaine isn’t coming back. I need to know what possessed Finn to do this to all of us, why he had to take him, take all of them. Why he didn’t just…talk to us.” He stroked her back.
“I want to know too, Kurt.” She sobbed against his shoulder, “He was my baby boy.”
Kurt rocked her, “You’re not alone, Carole, not this time. You have Burt, you have me.”
Carole pulled back, “You’ve always been a son to me.”
Kurt’s smile was sad, broken, and there was something missing, but he tried for it anyway, “And you’re a second chance at having a mom.” He kissed her forehead, “I’m going to miss my flight. I have to get out of here.” He wiped her tears away and then his own, “Take care of Dad for me, okay?”
Carole nodded and released him. As he walked away, she called out, “Kurt.” And he stopped, “I’ll take care of Burt, I promise, but…if you ever need anything, honey, call. We know you’re hurting. I lost my husband, Burt lost your mom, we know how it feels, we know the pain, please, don’t…don’t do something rash.”
Kurt turned around and flashed the beautifully broken smile, “I think everyone has lost enough, doing something rash isn’t on the top of my list.”
And then he was gone.
