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Will rushed to the hospital. He couldn't believe the news when he heard it. Kurt's father...He couldn't be dead. He saw the young man sitting on a chair in the waiting room next to a police officer trying to comfort him.

"I'm Mr. Schuester," he told the officers who nodded. Will knelt down to Kurt's level. "Kurt?" It pained him when he saw Kurt's tear stained face rise. "Kurt, I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"My dad's dead." Kurt's voice was hollow, flat.

Will blinked back tears.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated. He hugged Kurt tightly. Kurt didn't hug back.

"His relatives will be coming tomorrow," the office told Will. "He needs somewhere to stay for the night, though."

Will nodded.

"You can stay at my place."

Kurt slowly nodded. He stood up and allowed Will to lead him out of the hospital. Will knew the kid was in shock. They didn't say anything the entire trip home. It was agony for Will to see Kurt act like this. To be this miserable.

"You can have my bed," Will offered. "I'd let you have the study room, it has a futoon, but right now I've been using it as a storage. I'll sleep on the couch."

"I can sleep on the couch," mumbled Kurt. The first words he said since "My dad's dead."

Will shook his head.

"No. You can sleep on my bed. I insist."

Numbly Kurt nodded.

Will got a pillow and sheats for himself but went into his room to make sure Kurt was all right.

Kurt was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"My dad's dead," he whispered. Will's throat closed.

"I know." He sat down next to Kurt.

"And it's all my fault," sobbed Kurt.

"What? No, it's not your fault! There was nothing you could have done, Kurt. It's not your fault." Will grabbed the kid into a hug and Kurt sobbed onto his shoulders until he fell asleep.

It was hell for Kurt being in his house knowing his father would never return. He heard his relavitives whispering in the next room. He didn't have many. Just a couple of Aunts and Uncles. All very religious.

"I can't have him live with us," hissed his Aunt Mai. "Not with him being...you know what."

"What?" Her husband said, "Gay?"

"Sh!" Mai hissed. "But yes. I mean I never approved of Burt's parenting tecniques but what would the neighbors say if we brought someone like Kurt into our home?"

Kurt sucked in his breath. He suddenly knew why his father never kept in contact with them. Will had walked into the room Kurt was at in time to hear what Mai had said. He shook his head. Those people made him sick. And not only that they were arguing about who gets what. They were like freaking vultures. He saw how pained and upset and lost Kurt looked, sitting alone on the couch.

"Come on," he mumbled. "Let's get out of here." Kurt looked up at him gratefully and quickly they escaped without telling anyone.

As Kurt climbed into Will's car he wondered whether things would ever be the same again.

He doubted it.