A/N: Just a plot bunny that came hopping through my head today. Being an atheist myself, and being surrounded by people who believe in God...this whole scene means a lot to me. When my father passed away, and I had similar situations where people would 'keep me in their prayers' and telling me they'd pray for me...I couldn't bring myself to say what Kurt did. I wish I did. But I think I've made it up to my 19 year old self through this one-shot. Hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: Italics are direct quotes from the episode 2x03, Grilled Cheesus. Anything else you recognize belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox. The rest...well that's mine.
"Thank you Mercedes. Your voice is stunning. But I don't believe in God." He said, without thinking about the outlash that would soon occur. Tina was the first to respond.
"Wait, what?"
"You've all professed your beliefs, I'm just stating mine." He said calmly to the people around him. "I think God is kind of like Santa Clause for adults. Otherwise God's kind of a jerk. Isn't he? I mean he makes me gay and then has his followers going around telling me it's something that I chose as if someone would choose to be mocked every single day of their life. And right now, I don't want a Heavenly Father. I want my real one back." He somberly told them. He knew they wouldn't agree with him. He knew that most of them were stout Christians, or in Rachel's case Jew, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"But Kurt, how do you know for sure? I mean, you can't prove for sure there's no God." Mercedes tried to reason with him. She couldn't understand how he couldn't believe in God. It was all she ever knew, not believing was just not done in her world.
"You can't prove that there isn't a magic teapot floating around on the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside of it… that reads romance novels and shoots lightning out of its boobs but… it seems pretty unlikely doesn't it?"
"Is God an evil dwarf?" Brittany supplied, providing her patented one liners that under other circumstances would make everyone laugh, but not with the tension in the room currently.
"We shouldn't be talking about this. It's not right."
"I'm sorry Quinn." He told the Cheerio sitting next to him. "But what you said is true. It isn't right. It's not right that you all get to go home to your mothers and your fathers tonight. It's not right that you get to hug them, and have them hug you back. It's not right that when you go home and tell your parents that you love them and they tell you they love you back, that I won't get the same response. It's not right, while I have to go home to an empty house." He stuttered out as he stood up and threw his messenger bag over his shoulder. "It's not right that you all have mothers at home to hold you when your upset and tell you everything is going to be okay while mine is dead. It's not right that your fathers are perfectly fine, while mine is lying in the hospital." He stops for a second, trying to blink back tears.
"I see how you all are," he continues. "Your phone rings, you pick it up without a care in the world. It's not right that whenever my phone rings, that the thought that my dad might have died runs through my head like a Tasmanian Devil. It's not right. It's not fair. If there is a God, then I seriously want to know what I did to make him angry at me." He turned around and went to walk out of the room, but stopped and said one last thing. "You all can believe whatever you want to, but I can't believe something I don't. I appreciate your thoughts. But I don't want your prayers."