Kurt.
The class is quiet without you. The routines are boring.
Your attempt reminded me of the reason I started teaching. To help young kids find themselves. I guess I didn't help you find yourself.
There's a kind of depression that has over the kids of McKinely now. The bullying has almost stopped completely. The football kids are almost always quiet, even the ones who didn't bully you. Well, maybe it's because Karosfky has been suspended. Or it's the guilt.
You're special. There's no one quite like you, no matter what anyone ever tells you. You're a terrific performer, and an even better person.
I admire you. And if some people are just too ignorant to understand how amazing you are, just because of your differences, then it's their problem. Not yours.
I am so glad your father found you before you bled out. Knowing that you ended your own life, and I did nothing. I'll stop letting this happen. I'll stop the bullying. I'll pay more attention to you.
I'm so sorry Kurt.
And when you wake up, I know I'll see you on some big stage, your name in lights, and the story of your hardships like an old, old memory.
Will Shuester.