Summary: When Kurts father dies in the hospital, he has to move in with his uncle and his cousin in forks. Finally there and over his sadness he vows to be happy again, or as happy as he can be, as that is what his father would want. But hiding his sadness behind a mask and moving to a new and yet almost identical town, is bound to go wrong. Kurt/? wip, reviews are love.

A warning before you even begin reading, this is a spur of the moment work, like most of my fics, and I don't really know where it's going but it will most likely be continued. You can leave any and all theories and ideas in the reviews. In fact, that would probably help as I have little clue where I'm heading. This is unbetad and literally just wrote it an hour ago. If you feel like betaering it that would be awesome just pm me. Please reviews are welcome and would probably fuel on another chapter. Thank you for reading.

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The room smelt of disinfectant. He hates that smell. And it was bright, an impeccably clean white which burned itself into his eyes. He hates it and he just wants to go home. But at the same time he doesn't. Because that would mean leaving his father and never coming back. His father who was officially announced dead at 2:16 am on Tuesday 5th of October 2010. A date that would forever be burned into his memory.

Just like the sound of the heart monitor flat lining and the sight of his father's body lifting helplessly off the bed as the doctors tried to shock the life back into him. Kurt doesn't believe in god, he doesn't believe that there is this higher power which dictates all life on earth and chooses who lives and dies, but in that second, watching as his father struggled and failed to hold onto the life he rightfully deserved, Kurt prayed.

He prayed to this figure he didn't believe in for his father to live. He prayed and wished and cried so much. But the monitor had stayed the same and the nurse who was holding him back let him go, falling to his father's side. The prays halted, for what use would they be now that he was gone, and he simply collapsed, the others leaving the room.

His friends had come later, trying to drag him away from the corpse that was his father, Mercedes saying that god had a reason for this, and he simply screamed. He screamed that they knew nothing. He screamed at them to stop pushing their religions on him. He screamed for them to leave him alone. He screamed and then they left and he was alone. So hopelessly alone.

That had been two days ago and like it or not, the body of his father was long gone. But he couldn't leave yet. Hell, he had nowhere to go anyway. His home was too familiar, to filled with memories of his father, of his mother, both who had been taken away from him. One by a fatal disease and the other by heart attacks. A nurse was trying to track down family for him, a kind older lady who had let him stay curled up on the hospital bed for the past two days and made sure he had food and water. He wanted to thank her, thank her for everything she had done for him. But words escaped him. The idea of talking, of uttering a single sound, seemed to crush him. Like speaking would ruin something that he doesn't quite want to give up yet. He isn't sure what that is.

The door opens quietly and the tired teen looks up from his staring, his eyes moving from the white sheets to the nurse standing in the doorway, a tray of food in her arms. Distinctly he makes out a small smile on her face as she moves forward.

"hello," and for a couple of seconds Kurt ponders why she sounds so happy. Why she is smiling like that. Like the world isn't broken. Then he remembers. Only his world is, she's just the kind nurse who happen to by working at the hospital and felt pity for the gay boy who just lost his father. But she was too kind for him to sneer at her. To sweat with her smile trying to make him feel better. "I brought some more food." The words were unnecessary but they did break the silence and for the Kurt was thankful.

He took the offered food quietly, opening his mouth but closing it again when no words came out. He nodded instead. That was easier.

"I called your uncle," he blinked, what uncle? "on your mother's side." Of that one, the one that he hadn't seen since his mother's funeral.

"Uncle Charlie?" the words were out of his mouth and out of his control. Released so easily that it seemed weird to have though anything of his silence before. Yet it still felt wrong somehow, like he was breaking something and something inside of him broke with it.

"Yes, he said you met him once. He lives in Forks and he said it would be okay for you to stay with him." Kurt struggled to believe her, why would this man except a stupid little faggot into his home, one he had met only once at that. But he had nowhere else for him to go. No one else.

He nodded, but he wasn't sure how to ask the kind nurse to ask his uncle to let him stay. To ask his uncle to arrange someway for him to move over there. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. Silently, Kurt, as strong as he was, once more began to cry. Hot tears that burned their way down his face. The nurse patted him gently on the shoulder before leaving the teen to his tears. Because just like him, she had no idea of anything. No how idea how to help the boy.

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"Um just as a forewarning my daughter will also be coming to stay," Kurt nods at the man, not inclined to talking just yet. "And you will have to share a room. I mean… she's your age and I kind of figured since…" he tapered up uncomfortable.

"Homosexual," Kurt said, because it really was that simple.

"Yeah," the man shuffled slightly. "She'll be here in a week so I guess you'll get a head start in school." The air was awkward as they stood there, Kurt looking around the room that somehow managed to fit to beds and Charlie standing just on the threshold. "Um… I'll just be… going then."

The teen didn't know whether to be thankful or not that his uncle had left, left him to the silence and loneliness of a new place and a new room and a new bed. Left him to his thoughts about how school would turn out. Left him to unpack the boxes upon boxes of clothes and furniture that he somehow had to make fit, along with everything that his cousin would have course. He dropped himself onto one of the two single beds, testing it out before decided the silence was too stifling. He decided as sad as he was this wasn't what his father would have wanted, so he shoved the sadness to the back of his mind and began unpacking, humming a sad little tune as he began to pull clothes out easily. Adjusting to the new school wouldn't be so hard. After all, what was going from one small town to another.