A/N: ok so this story is back and better then ever because now I have an awesome beta thank you Fallen Upon for doing this and I hope you guys enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: I own not glee!

Chapter 1: Chicken Surprise

Here's what you missed last week. Everyone was shocked when Kurt said he didn't believe in god after his dad ended up in the hospital. Finn prayed to grilled cheesus to become the quarterback again and Sam got attacked on the field by a 23 year old steroid injected super tackle and had to go to the ER, forcing coach Beiste to give Finn his spot back convincing Finn that it was because he prayed to grilled cheesus. Kurt finally accepts the prayers from his friends and his dad wiggles his finger and that's what you missed last week on GLEE!

Enter Kurt

Another day of sitting in this depressing place and another day of no changes. My eyes felt weak and my mind wouldn't leave the dark places. What if I left and I came back to find him dead? I don't know what I would do. I wouldn't be able to live without him. I lost my mom and now I might lose my dad. Carole said I could come live with her and Finn while he is here, but I much prefer the hospital. I was afraid to leave. I couldn't leave his side while he was in this condition. My head sat in my hands as I leaned on the bed. This had been a bad week for me.

I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have Mercedes there. She was my rock. Actually, in this whole week, everyone had been really great. Even Puck, who was never great (he was usually a Neanderthal), seemed to genuinely feel bad for me. Still, it was hard to deal with it all, especially from Finn. The boy I had been in love with for as long as I can remember, who I had been working on not seeing in that light anymore, was way closer to me then I was comfortable with. Every time he came to the hospital or when we were in glee club he would hug me and hover like a worried boyfriend. And that was the problem. I had tried to get over him, and to a certain extent I have, but the more he acts this way towards me the more easily I become creepily obsessed with him.

But at the moment my forgotten Finn obsession was the least of my worries my dad was in the hospital in critical condition I had no time to feel hurt about the fact that I will never be with Finn.

Carole walked in the room along with Finn and Mr. Schue, who had also been really helpful these days. He had taken me and the Hudson's out for dinner and come to visit me every night at the hospital. It really made you realize what a great teacher he was. Most teachers don't care about their students ,just about their paychecks and vacation, but Schue and Miss Pillsbury were amazing when it came to their students, and knowing that I had a special spot in Mr. Schues heart was comforting.

"Hey Hun how's he doing?" Carole asked, rounding the bed and taking the empty seat beside my dad. Finn stood behind me and put both of his hands on my shoulders.

I shivered at the contact.

"Same as this morning," I said weakly.

"Well everyone in the glee club sends their blessings and Brittney baked you cookies," said Carole, who leaned against the wall with a cellophane wrapped plate with some god awful looking cookies in it.

"What did she do to them?" I asked in disgust.

"She didn't have any chocolate chips, so she used ketchup chips," said Finn. "And she said she doesn't know how to count past 27 so she didn't know how long 30 minutes was so she burnt them a little."

"I'm not eating that," I said, to no one in particular.

"I thought they were alight," Finn said shrugging. I couldn't help but smile at how simple he was.

"Speaking of eating," Carole said, looking at me with a worried expression, "have you …eaten anything today?"

"I haven't left the room," I said. "I was going to go to the cafeteria but I…. I didn't want to leave him."

"I understand," she said smiling weekly. "Why don't you head there now then."

"I can come with you?" Finn asked.

"No," I said quickly. The last thing I needed right now was Finn hovering over me telling me about how he sees me like his brother and how he is happy he has a family now and how upset he is that this happened and for him to hover like a mental patient. "I'm just going to grab something and head back quickly. I can go on my own."

"Ok then," he said taking my empty seat. "I'll keep you're seat warm."

I rolled my eyes as I left the room. I was actually happy that Carole suggested I that go get something to eat. As much as I loved the support and the family feeling, all I wanted was to be left alone. I was starting to get sick of everyone telling me how sorry they were. It was like they all had to walk on eggshells around me, like they didn't know what to say besides how bad they felt and I was sick of it.

I got to the hospital cafeteria and looked at the dinner special.

Chicken surprise.

Ewe I'm sorry but the word "surprise" opened up to large of a window of experimentation.

"Looks like I'm going with the vending machines." I said to myself.

Me and my bag of all dressed chips and bottle of crush cream soda found a seat at an empty table. I gazed around the room at the others sitting and eating. All with sad, tired looking faces like my own, some lightly laughing and others defeated. It really made you think about you're situation and how many other people there were suffering. No matter how bad you have it, someone always has it worse and I could see worse written across a lot of other peoples faces. It made me not want to eat. I looked away from everyone and at my chips. I needed to eat or else people would think I was starving myself. My dad plus Finn plus an eating disorder? Recipe for How to reach your breaking point.

"Kurt?" I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned my face to see a boy I recognized from school. I didn't quite remember his name but his face was one I could never forget. Bright blue eyes, perfectly quaffed blond hair and the build of an athlete but not too big. If only I could remember his name.

"Hi… um..." I said, squinting my eyes in thought as if it would help the situation.

"It's Sam," he said smiling. I smiled weakly in return and looked him up and down, noticing his arm was in a sling. It made me remember something that Finn droned on about the other day, about being the quarterback again because Sam got hurt.

"I'm sorry," I said. "For you're arm and for forgetting you're name."

"Its ok," he said. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

I said nothing and gestured for him to sit across from me. He put his tray down and smiled at me. I blushed and smiled back he then looked down at his meal nervously. "You got the chicken surprise I see," I said looking at his tray.

"Yeah," he said disgusted. "I don't really know why."

He took a bite and his face twisted into one of dislike before he picked up his napkin and spat into it. "It's disgusting," he said. "Surprise."

"Yeah, it wouldn't have been my first choice."

"I have no idea what possessed me to eat this," he said pushing his tray to the side. "Hospital food is the worst. It's like they can't even pull off jello correctly"

I let out a small giggle at that and he smiled. I didn't know Sam all that well, but I didn't mind his company. Everyone else had been hovering over me like I was some helpless baby. I think he got it. I think he understood that all I wanted was normal and he was doing his best at doing so.

"I understand," he said as if he knew what I was thinking. "The last thing you probably want is another person telling you that they're sorry, telling you about how bad they feel when really, they probably wouldn't bat an eye at you if you weren't in this situation."

I nodded and took a sip of my drink.

"Would you?" I found myself asking.

"Yeah," he said. "I know I never really talked to you before, but I think I would."

"Funny you say that now when I am in 'this situation' isn't it?" I asked.

"I don't mean to sound rude," I then said, after seeing his face drop.

"You don't sound rude," he said shaking his head. "I know what it looks like."

"What dose it look like?" I asked, curious as to where he was going with this.

"It looks like I am another person who wants to console you. But Kurt, if you ever want to talk like a normal person, I'm here," he said, "none of that sad hospital talk with me."

I sighed and smiled hearing that almost made me feel better.

"Its actually nice talking to you," I said. "I didn't know you and we never talked before, but you still talked to me and understood how I was feeling, so thank you."

"Yeah, well, I know how it feels to just want everyone to go away," he said.

I liked Sam more and more the longer I sat and talked to him. I'm surprised he didn't have more friends already. He was a really nice guy.

"I believe you," I said.

"What?"

"That you aren't only talking to me because my dad is dying," I said.

He winced and shook his head. "Do you really think it's that bad?"

"I don't know what to think," I said. "I never really thought about this happening. I mean I knew he was never the poster child for healthy eating and I knew that it could cause issues, but I never thought …I guess I don't know."

I was beginning to cry and it was embarrassing to do it in front of a guy who I just officially met, and who may be the cutest boy in all of existence.

"Hey," he said getting up and rounding the table to sit in the seat next to me. He threw his arm around me and pulled me close, "you're going to get through this. You have a lot of friends in the glee club and teachers like Ms. Pillsbury and Mr. Shuster who care about you and who will be there for you," he said, "and I know for a fact that your brother would do anything for you."

I looked at him and wiped my eyes a little confused. "My brother? I don't have a brother."

"Finn?" he asked. "He told me that you're his brother."

"Oh," I said. I was a little shocked to hear that. I mean sure, our parents had been dating for a while, almost to the point where we almost moved in together, but I didn't know that Finn felt that way. Actually, I thought he felt the exact opposite. I thought he was ashamed of it, but clearly I was wrong. It actually made me feel a little better. " Well, then I guess, yeah sort of... we are kind of brothers," I said even know it felt a little weird to say, seeing as how I used to have the biggest crush on him.

"See, you have a lot of people who care about you and…" he said rubbing my shoulder, "you can add one more person to that list."

I looked at him and smiled and he smiled back. It was about then that I realized how close to him I really was. How close our faces were. How his hand caressed my back and how warm I felt in his arms. I began to feel the butterflies and I sighed. He didn't move his arm and he didn't try to move away and we just sat there looking at each other searching each other's eyes. It was not awkward or uncomfortable. It was just nice.

"You smell really good," he said in a little over a whisper. I scoffed.

"What's going on here?" we heard from behind us. I jumped out of his grasp quickly and turned around to see Finn looking unimpressed. "Are you crying Kurt?" he asked and then turned his gaze on Sam. "What the hell did you do?"

My eyes shot wide and Sam moved back, clearly intimidated by Finn.

"Did you make him cry, dude?" he yelled this time.

"Finn," I said loudly but he didn't seem to hear me. He continued to glare at Sam and I wiped my eyes standing between them.

"Finn it's not like that. I was just…"

"No," Finn said holding up his hand not wanting to hear it. "He doesn't need you making him cry. You jerk! He is already going through enough. Stay the hell away from him," Finn said.

I felt tears of embarrassment forming in my eyes at what was happening and I just wanted to punch Finn and tell him to fuck off, but I knew I couldn't. In the end Finn was trying to help he was just doing it in all the wrong ways.

"Dude we were just talking," Sam said.

"If you go near him again I will kick you fucking ass Evans," Finn said. I buried my face in my hands I didn't want to look at Finn and I definitely didn't want to look at Sam. God only knows what he thought about me now. Fin grabbed me lightly around the shoulder and took me from the cafeteria leaving Sam probably confused and weirded out. "Its ok. You don't have to talk to that jerk anymore."

I was infuriated. I pushed Finn away from me into the wall and he looked at me like I was crazy. "No Finn, you're the jerk," I yelled. "God, I was actually having a good time talking to him the first time. I haven't had a good time I a while, and you have to ruin it."

"You were crying..." he said. "He was making you cry."

"No, Finn, he was not making me cry. He was comforting me because I was crying. He was trying to help and you blew up at him for no reason," I said.

"I was trying to help," he said and I could see the hurt and confusion on his face.

"Well there are way to do that without flying off the handle like a lose cannon," I said. "I get it. You want to be there for me and you want to help, but maybe you should try just leaving well enough alone."

I left Finn standing in the hallway and headed back to the cafeteria to see Sam, and hopefully apologize for Finn's bonehead moment. I walked through the doors and over to the table, but he was gone. I dropped my head and sucked my teeth. I don't know what all that was leading to, but I knew I liked Sam, and Finn had to go and screw it up. Now he probably wouldn't come near me because of fear. Great. So much for feeling better.

A/N: thank you for reading and I am hoping to have my other chapters up threw out the week ; D