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AN: Based around my speculations for Grilled Cheeseus, with some Kinn! :D
Beta-ed by Debraelq
-Can You Hear Me God? It's Kurt-
Kurt sobbed as he rested his head against the back of the wooden pew in front of him. His father had been in an accident and was now in a coma. A nurse had finally told him that he should leave after he had sat there for four days straight, refusing food and only drinking water and bland hospital coffee when necessary. He had only slept when he had been so emotionally exhausted that he had passed into a light fitful sleep by his father's bedside. He was slumped in the hard hospital chair, his designer clothes dirty and creased.
Finn had dragged him out of the hospital. He had been too weak to yell, so he had settled for tiredly hitting Finn's arm and whispering brokenly to the boy. "Stop, please stop… Finn, stop. Stop… Please."
So he had traded the hard chairs at the hospital for the wooden pews of Mercedes family's church. He hit his head against the bench in front of him, no longer caring about his looks, he hardly felt it as his head collided with the wood. He was unfeeling; he couldn't lose both parents. Surely god couldn't be this cruel?
To think, maybe this had all started out with Finn's stupid grilled cheese sandwich. Surely, that wasn't a sign from god? Was his dad's coma his punishment for not believing Finn's claims of having Jesus on his bread?
This wasn't fair. How could not believing Finn, equal something like this? Wasn't his mother's cancer enough? Hadn't he been punished enough? How was this world fair? How was it okay to kill his mother and then deny him his father?
He stood screaming obscenities in anger. Why, why, why? He picked up the closest thing to him and threw it with all his strength. It clattered against a painting, and he dimly realised that he had just thrown a bible.
Oh no. He quickly ran to pick it up, hesitating as he reached the book. It was opened to a page. It said things about believing that god knew what was best, and he very much doubted its words.
He closed the damned book shut before stumbling blindly over to the nearest pew, collapsing down upon it, and curling up into a ball. He fell into fitful slumber, the book clutched tightly to his chest.
Kurt shifted, dimly aware of a hand rubbing circles on his back. He let out a pleased huff. That felt really good. He ignored the fact that he was lying on something hard, and a book was pressing painfully into his ribs.
He jolted suddenly, memories rushing back to him. He sat up in a panic, sagging when he saw that it was only Finn beside him, and not some kind of perverted priest ready to teach the town gay a lesson in spirituality.
"Finn," he sighed. "What are you doing here?"
Finn's arm came around his shoulders, and he let himself relax into his would-be stepbrother's embrace.
"Looking for you. Everyone in Glee is worried about you. So is mom."
Kurt bit his lip guiltily, "I'm sorry for pilling so much pressure on her. She must be feeling like I am at the moment."
"She understands, Kurt," Finn smiled hesitantly at him. "This is so hard on you and stuff. I think I understand, too."
Kurt sighed and let his head rest against Finn's shoulder. "I miss ... I miss him so much."
"I know Kurt." A kiss pressed against his forehead. "I know. You ... I can make you a sandwich if you want, Kurt."
Kurt wondered if this was somehow a sign from god as well.