Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: Honestly, just something that I felt the need to write.

Help

It is not like he does not notice Kurt is miserable, he just does not know what to do about it ... finding him crying, having to watch him try and hide those tears, pretend, "I'm fine." Every syllable a tearstained lie.

But what do you do, what can you do, when someone you love is in pain?

And you? You have no idea how to help.

So after another day of Kurt locking himself away, there is this decimating feeling that there is no waiting for options and choices and possibilities anymore, there is only doing ... something, anything.

There has to be help somewhere.

He finds it at an all boys' school, when after he talks to the principal, about maybe enrolling Kurt there, describing Kurt's situation, now that he has come out, at school, and to him too, Burt is introduced to the members of a club who have made it theirs to set up a gay teen helpline.

He talks to them too, the two boys mainly who had first come up with the idea Wesley Montgomery and Blaine Anderson.

"Can we come talk to him?" Blaine asks, worry open on his face. "I ... I know what it's like. I haven't been here long, and before ...," Blaine shakes his head at the memory, sinking it sadly, only looking back up when he feels a pat on his shoulder, then a warm squeeze.

"Kid, that'd be SO great, you don't even know. He tries and hides it from me, all the time, but I can see the stiffness in his shoulders from yet another push into those damn lockers at school, leavin' him with bruises all over."

"Is there no one who helps him?" Wes asks sadly.

"I really can't tell, boys. Kurt, he has taken care of me ever since his mom died, years ago," Burt adds at the shocked faces of the two boys standing with him, "but he won't let me ... do the same for him."

And so they end up making plans for a couple of days from now, for an afternoon Burt is sure Kurt will be at home.