Another idea that just came to my mind tonight while listening to KD Lang's cover of 'Hallelujah'. I normally wouldn't write something like this, but I just felt like I needed to write something for it. Set during 'Grilled Cheesus' and it's from Kurt, Finn, and Carole's points of view. I don't own Glee, at all. Ever. Damn.

He wasn't supposed to die. Not alone in a hospital bed with no one to hold his hand and say goodbye to him. He wasn't supposed to die with his last words to his son being "I'm disappointed in you." That was not the way that Burt Hummel was supposed to die.

But he was flat lining.

Kurt just didn't know what he was going to do anymore. He was going to be alone. He was going to be completely and utterly alone.

He had no mother, he was going to have no father. He was going to be an orphan. What was he supposed to do in this type of situation?

Cry.

Cry, and cry, and cry.

He wasn't supposed to have a heart attack. Not when he had a son who was dependent on him for nearly everything.

Hell, this was the guy who kicked him out of the house for calling his son, the admit admittedly horrible, name.

But there he was, cold as stone in the hospital bed as the doctors tried to start his beating heart. Leaving nothing but Kurt in his wake.

And Kurt would not stop crying.

Finn didn't know what he was supposed to do except hold his friend.

He was not supposed to leave her like this.

Not when they had finally started to become a family. Not when she was just starting to heal from her loss of her first husband.

He couldn't leave her like this. He couldn't leave Kurt.

He couldn't leave Carole to be the mother figure that Kurt had lost so long ago.

People like his father were not supposed to die. Not when they were depended on so much.

Not when they had their wife as an angel, watching over them to keep them from harm.

Kurt stared at the flat line on the monitor.

People like his father weren't supposed to die.

Burt wasn't supposed to die.

Finn knew, deep in his soul, that Burt wasn't supposed to die. He wasn't meant to.

And then it happened.

Carole shouldn't have smiled.

But she did as she watched the flat line start once more.

To hear that uninterrupted beep pause and continue with various short ones.

Burt Hummel was not supposed to die.

He had a son who needed him.

A soon to be step son who had come to adore him.

A girlfriend that loved him.

And a long deceased wife to watch over him.

People like Burt Hummel were not supposed to die.

And one week later, he opened his eyes.