Okay, the fanfic you all saw coming is finally here. I made a (now AU) fanfic about Kurt's father dying, now I'm making a fanfic of his brother dying (Man, that guy can't catch a break, can he? Neither can Carole…or Burt…or Rachel). Now, Finn is definitely going to be in this fanfic (since I'm probably going to write his POV after he dies anyway). I'm sure Glee is going to be more watered down than this fanfic (Just being realistic). I will tell you guys, however: this is the only fanfic where I'll be killing Finn off. Killing him off in EVERY fanfic I write would be overkill.

I do not own Glee or any of the songs used in this fanfic. They belong to Fox and their respective artists.

May 2, 2013

It all started when Finn received these little bumps along his arms that looked like boils or pimples. He tried popping them, cutting them off, and putting different ointments on them; but they kept getting worse. Then his nose started to hurt like it was infected. He walked into his dorm room walking like he was in pain.

"Dude. You look like hell." Puck said worriedly.

"Uh…yeah…I guess I must have like…caught something." Finn shrugged.

"You should see a doctor."

"I know…I actually have an appointment tomorrow." Finn replied.

"Okay. Let me know how it goes." Puck replied.

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After a few blood tests and nasal swabs, Finn, Carole, and Burt (Kurt was back in New York finishing off his semester at NYADA) sat in the doctor's office waiting anxiously. Unlike his brother, Finn was freaking out silently. What if he has cancer? As if their family hasn't gone through enough. The doctor came in and sat down looking somber.

"What's the good word, Doc?" Burt asked nervously.

"Well, according to Finn's blood tests, nasal swabs, and pathology reports…Finn, you have a condition called Acute Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus Aureus."

Finn was confused. "What is that- like…cancer?"

"Not necessarily." The doctor replied. "It's a bacterium responsible for difficult to treat infections."

"But there's a cure, right?" Carole asked worriedly. "He can't die from it?"

The doctor sighed and shook his head. "I'm afraid there is no cure this late."

"No. NO!" Carole cried and shot to her feet. "There must be something! For God's sake, this is the twenty-first century!"

"I'm sorry. There is treatment-"

"NO! I already lost my husband and almost lost my second husband twice. I cannot lose my son!" Carole was crying now.

Burt stood and pulled Carole in his arms to comfort her and turned to the doctor. "So, what now?"

"Now we administer treatment." The doctor stood up.

"How long do I have?" Finn asked.

"Could be as little as two weeks, could be as long as a year."

Finn nodded and swallowed a lump in his throat. He was devastated at the thought of not seeing Kurt and Rachel on Broadway, not marrying Rachel and having a family together, becoming a teacher and helping kids' dreams come true. He buried his face in his hands, sniffed, and let tears fall. He felt his mother wrapping him in a hug.

How was he going to tell everyone?

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Kurt was going crazy. Ever since Rachel got called to be an understudy to Fanny, she has been running lines, singing, talking, and secretly plotting to make the actress for Fanny sick so she can do a show. Kurt shot her down telling her that sabotaging the lead actress would severely damage Broadway's reputation and could possibly get Broadway disbanded. Okay, Kurt lied. But friends don't let friends commit crimes, right? Rachel stopped plotting after that anyway.

Currently (and thankfully), Rachel is at rehearsals. Kurt settled into the couch with a magazine and a soda. His dad was free of cancer, he and Blaine are (somewhat) close to reconciling, he's doing great at NYADA, Isabelle offered him a job for the summer, and Blaine would be moving in after Graduation. Life couldn't be better. He was about to put on some music when someone knocked at the door. Sighing, he got up to answer it. Finn stood at the doorway holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Finn!" Kurt exclaimed happily. He pulled his brother into a tight hug. "Oh! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you and Rachel. Is she here?" Finn asked, stepping into the apartment.

"No, actually. She's at Funny Girl rehearsals." Kurt smiled.

"Oh." Finn nodded. A thought occurred to him. "Hey, do you think I could see her rehearse, or…?"

"They usually have closed rehearsals for Broadway, unfortunately." Kurt shrugged. "By the time we get there, it'll be over, anyway."

"Oh. So, is she going to be rehearsing all weekend?" Finn asked.

"No. The real actress called in sick today, so she's just filling in." Kurt looked at the flowers. "Why don't we put these in a vase?"

"Okay. Sure." Finn gave him the flowers, plopped on the couch, and sighed.

"Oh, honey, do not tell me you're jet-lagged." Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's only a one hour flight!"

"I took the noon train, actually." Finn replied.

"Mm. I would have thought midnight train." Kurt joked. Finn laughed. Kurt sat on his chair.

Finn sighed. "Remember the first time I visited this place?"

"Yeah. That did not end well." Kurt nodded slowly. "If I remember correctly, you haven't visited since then. Not even when you came to beat up Brody."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that by the way." Finn said sheepishly.

"Hmm. I don't like the way you handled that, but…considering your attitude towards me after- according to you- I did not handle Sebastian right, I'd say we're even." Kurt smirked.

Finn chuckled. "Good." He stared off into space for a minute. "Do you ever want to redo the last five years of your life?"

Kurt was surprised at that. "That was random. What brought that up?"

"I was just thinking about it." Finn shrugged. "I know I haven't been the best person to be around a lot of the time…I just wish I was better."

"Well, you could have been worse." Kurt stated. "But, Finn, you're not a bad person. Yeah, you've made mistakes, but in the end, you've always made up for them."

Finn smiled at Kurt fondly. "Thanks, Dude. I wish we'd known each other longer."

Kurt stared at his brother in confusion. He looked so melancholy and slightly frail. Hmm. The last two times someone came to his doorstep with foliage, they delivered bad news. Was he…? "Finn…this isn't just a social visit, is it?"

Finn sighed and shook his head. Kurt paled. "I want to tell you and Rachel at the same time."

"You have cancer, don't you?" Kurt asked dully.

"I don't have cancer, but…" Finn was interrupted by Rachel walking in.

"Whew! What a rehearsal. I swear-" Rachel noticed Finn on the couch and smiled widely. "Finn! Oh my God, what are you doing here?"

Finn stood up to hug Rachel tightly. "Just keeping my promise to hang around next time I'm in New York."

"Aww." Rachel stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. She fell back on her heels and put her arms around his neck. "I wish you'd come earlier. You could have seen me in rehearsals."

"Maybe tomorrow night?" Finn asked.

"Sure, that'd be great!" Rachel smiled. "So, what do you want to do while you're here? Statue of Liberty? Empire State Building?"

"How about Callback?" Finn shrugged. "We could sing a duet."

Rachel squealed and clapped her hands. "Yes! That would be perfect!" She kissed him again. "I will get ready, and we'll go." She ran to her room.

Kurt stared at Finn. "So, when are you planning on telling us what's really going on?"

"Tomorrow after Funny Girl rehearsals?" Finn shrugged slightly.

"Finn…"

"I just want us to have one last happy, worry-free weekend before it all turns to crap. Is that too much to ask?" Finn asked.

Kurt exhaled. He had a point there, but…he already alluded that something was wrong. The damage to him had already been done. But at least Rachel would be ignorant. "Okay, fine. After Funny Girl."

Rachel emerged from her room and headed to the bathroom. "Don't worry- I'll be quick."

Finn and Kurt stared at each other for a while. Finn could tell Kurt was probably running through scenarios in his head. He wasn't going to let this go until he knows the truth. He cleared his throat. "Okay…if I tell you what's wrong, will you promise not to tell Rachel? At least not until I tell her."

"Sure, why not? It's not like it hasn't happened before." Kurt said before he could stop himself. Finn gave him a confused and taken aback look. "Sorry."

Finn nodded. "It's fine." He cleared his throat. "I kinda…have a disease."

Kurt paled. "What kind of disease?"

"It's…uh…kind of hard to pronounce. Methy-cillin…resistant…soccolus oreus or something like that." Finn explained. "It's pretty bad."

"Well, what is it, exactly?" Kurt asked, trying very hard to control his emotions.

"I get infections…like really bad infections, and medicine won't work to fight it." Finn explained. "They caught it pretty late, so…I have only a year to live."

Kurt could feel his emotions shutting down. Five months ago, he was worried that his father wouldn't be around to see him achieve his dreams. He never thought his brother wouldn't be. He was going to be his best man at his wedding, he was going to go to Disneyland or Europe with him and their spouses and kids…

"Okay! Almost ready. I just have to…" Rachel came from the bathroom all dolled up. Her voice trailed off when she saw her friend's empty expression. "Kurt? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." Kurt said morosely.

"It's not nothing." Rachel replied. She glanced at Finn, who looked down. "What's going on?"

Kurt sighed and stood up. He put both hands on Rachel's shoulders. "It's really not important right now. Go have the time of your life with your boyfriend. I'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay…if you're sure…" Rachel said, still concerned. She and Finn headed out.

Kurt sat back down on his chair and let the tears loose. How much more pain and misery is God going to put him through?! What next- Dad and Carole will die in a fire? Blaine will die in an explosion? Rachel will die in a gas leak?

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Blaine threw his pencil down and sighed. After three hours of homework, he was ready to go to bed. He changed into his pjs and flopped onto his bed. He heard a beeping sound from his laptop and turned it on. Kurt was on Skype. He smiled and clicked. Kurt appeared on the screen looking tired and distraught. Blaine immediately grew concerned. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

Kurt sniffed and swallowed. "It's Finn. He has a deadly infection disease. He only has a year to live."

The news hit Blaine hard. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and a lump formed in his throat. He cleared his throat. "Kurt…oh my God, I'm so sorry."

Kurt stifled his sobs. "I don't get it. Why? Why do these horrible things keep happening to me and my family? God hates us that much?"

Blaine sighed and bowed his head. "Kurt…I don't know the answer to that question. But what I do know is that you can't wallow in self-pity at a time like this. Life is too short. Spend as much time as you can with Finn while you still have it. Focus on making happy memories with him instead of dwelling on his impending death."

Kurt smiled through his tears. "How do you always know what to say?"

Blaine smiled. "I guess I'm just naturally good at cheering people up."

"Yeah." Kurt nodded. He paused for a minute. "You know…Isabelle offered me a summer job at Vogue, but…considering the circumstances….I don't know how long Finn has before he…" He couldn't bear himself to say it.

"I think that'd be a good idea. But….we both know Finn's going to convince you to take the job anyway." Blaine replied, shrugging.

"I don't care. There'll be other job offers." Kurt replied firmly.

Blaine smiled at his best friend lovingly and proudly. "You're so loyal to your family."

"Hey, so are you." Kurt chuckled lightly. "You only get one brother, right?"

"Unless Burt and Carole have a miracle child." Blaine winked. They chuckled. After a few minutes of silence, Blaine spoke. "You know, I was ….I was going to ask if you'd like to spend all summer with me, but…your family needs you more. I can wait."

Kurt was not surprised at Blaine's selflessness. Just to be sure, though… "Even if you get lonely and you need me and I might not be there?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Yes. I have Samtina to lean on too, you know."

"Yeah, just as long as Tina's hands don't travel below the boarder or under the shirt." Kurt snarked.

"Kurt, that was four months ago. Let it go." Blaine sighed. He paused. "How did Rachel take it?"

"She doesn't know." Kurt replied. Reading Blaine's surprised expression, he continued. "He wants them to have one last good, worry-free weekend before he drops the bomb."

"Kind of like what your dad did for you." Blaine nodded.

"Yeah." Kurt nodded. "I just hope he doesn't tell her in public."

"Yeah. Really." Blaine nodded. He sat in silence for a minute. "You know, the New Directions are still attached to Finn. I'm wondering how they'd take it? Especially Mr. Schue."

"Oh, yeah, speaking of that." Kurt spoke up. "Finn's going to want to tell them himself, so…will you please keep quiet about this?"

"Of course." Blaine nodded.

"Lucy, I'm ho-ome!" Kurt heard Santana call through the loft. He heard the door shut and heels clacking across the floor.

Kurt sighed in resignation. "Should I tell her? It'd be the second time 'everyone' knew about something about Finn before Rachel does."

"Well….I'm not sure how to answer that." Blaine admitted. "But if you're afraid of Santana making fun of Finn, then you should probably wait until he leaves town."

Kurt considered that. Finn planned on telling Rachel the following night. He leaves the following morning. Rachel is sure to have a global meltdown at the news. Santana would definitely hear it…also…she would go through Finn's bag…. "She'll probably find out anyway. She won't reveal it right away, but she will try to ooze the truth out of Finn."

"This'll be fun." Blaine commented.

"Yeah…unless I can get to Finn's medication- if he has any- before she does." Kurt sat up. "Thanks for the long talk, Blaine. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. Love you." Blaine smiled.

"Love you, too." Kurt closed his laptop and crept to Rachel's room. Santana was in the living room watching TV. Kurt quietly closed the curtain and spotted Finn's duffel. He slowly unzipped the zippers and felt around. He sighed in relief when he found a small, cylinder container of pills, shoved them in his pants, and snuck back into his room unnoticed by Santana. Or so he thought.

Santana smirked to herself as she listened to Kurt sneak back into his room. She came back to the apartment shortly after seeing Finn and Rachel leave the building. She knew Kurt would reprimand her for going through Finn's duffel, so she had snuck in through the fire escape, rummaged through Finn's duffel, snuck out of the fire escape, and then came back through the door. She found a strange bottle of some weird drug. She had half a mind to flush them down the toilet, but…then she thought Finn would never do drugs. If he wanted to, he would have done it already. So, she looked up the drug online. Turns out, it's medication for Methicilian-resistant Staphylococcus Aureus. Hmm. Kurt snuck into Rachel's room to grab those pills which means he knew about it and didn't want her or Rachel to know. Why?

Hoo boy, this is going to be a long weekend!

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It'll be a few chapters until I get to the actual death, so…yeah.