Bad Things Happen To Good People
Upon seeing Rachel’s face, he frantically dropped his messenger bag. Rachel and Santana both sat on the couch together. And judging by the looks on their faces, nothing good was about to be said.
“Kurt...he...”, Rachel began, on the edge of what seemed to be tears. Santana wrapped her arms around her and continued for the shorter girl.
“Kurt, your dad just called Rachel. We need to go back to Ohio. To Lima,” Santana said, still holding on to the smaller girl.
“What why? Did something happen to him? To Carole?” He had already started packing a bag while he was talking. If it was that serious that Rachel was almost crying, then they had to leave soon.
“No,” Rachel spoke up. “It’s Finn…” Her hand went up to grab her necklace as Kurt dropped everything in his hands. No, no, no. Not Finn. Not his big brother, his hero. The guy who was always there to protect him and even comfort him. Not the big oaf that loved football and playing his drums. Not his Finn.
“What do you mean it’s Finn? What happened, Tana?” He looked down at his luggage, waiting for an answer. When he didn’t get one, he repeated again. “Santana, what happened to him?” After moments of silence and Kurt staring her down like a hawk, she answered.
“...Finn’s dead…” Santana covered her mouth to prevent anything other than words from escaping. Rachel was already crying by now, but somehow the words brought on more tears. Kurt clenched his fists, trying to hold everything in. How? How could that be? His Finn? Rachel’s Finn? It couldn’t be true, and Kurt refused to believe it until he saw it for himself. He slowly began packing again and cleared his throat.
“I guess I’ll need to let Isabelle know that I’ll have to work from Lima for the week.” He tried focusing on any positives, but how could there be any right now? His best friend, his brother was dead. Gone. He finished packing and let Isabelle know the situation and she sent Mati’s phone number so Kurt could tell her what was going on, too. He dialed the number and waited.
“Matilda Rose Gilbert of the Starchildren speaking. Who is this?” Her voice sounded like daggers, cutting through the music in the background. Kurt couldn’t quite place the song, but it was definitely rock. He heard a male voice in the background singing along, which Kurt could make out, his voice like daggers as well.
I lie here paralytic
inside this soul
Screaming for you till my throat is numb
I wanna break out, I need a way out
I don't believe that it's gotta be this way
The worst is the waiting
In this womb I'm suffocating
He was so lost in the man singing in the background, that he forgot to answer. “Oh, sorry! Mati, this is Kurt. You sound like you’re having a party right now. But Isabelle wanted me to call you, because I won’t be here the rest of the week. I have to fly back to Lima for something.” He didn’t feel entirely sure about telling her that his brother died. I mean come on, they just met several hours ago.
“Okay, thanks for letting me know. And no, I’m not having a party. That’s just my brother that I was telling you about. We were kinda rocking out before you called.” This received a nervous laugh from Kurt. Based on how she dressed to work, Mati didn’t seem like the rock type to him. “Anyways, I should let you go. You need to pack and El is begging me to sing this song with him. See ya when you get back!”
“See ya!” He hung up the phone and stared at the clock. Rachel was passed out on the couch from crying so much and Santana was in the kitchen getting something from the fridge. He sighed and laid down on the bed. They had a big day tomorrow.