A/N: Another chapter! :D Hope you enjoy it. Yes, I know, it took awhile. Now I'm going to start making release dates. It's not as long, but it will get longer.

Next chapter: April 29th.

(And anything I type or whatever is in the dialogue, is what I think the character is thinking or feeling and what they should say. Not actually my opinion.)

PS: HAPPY APRIL 13th!!! :D

"There is something seriously wrong with Kurt. He hasn't been at school for days!" Mercedes threw her hands into the air and paced around the choir room. The other glee members looked concerned and puzzled. There was no way Kurt would ever miss this much glee practice and stay at home being sick... It wasn't Kurt. Although, what they had witnessed the other day wasn't Kurt either, but he had pushed Rachel (something they had all wanted to do since day one, but didn't have the gall) and even yelled at her. She was actually trying to do the right thing, but something strange came over him. Like... a wave of anger smashed over him.

"Yeah. I'm a little worried to...." Tina bit her thumbnail a little, looking at Artie who just shrugged.

"He could be sick...and in bed. That may be why he hasn't returned our texts."

Mercedes looked at Finn who was busily fiddling with his pencil who no apparent reason. He was just trying to be discreet, invisible. Being Finn Hudson, he was never invisible.

"Do you know anything Finn?" Mercedes eyed him, hands on hips. Finn jerked his head up and shook it back and forth. Suspicious. Mercedes walked over to him, and stared at him. "Has he been replying to any of your texts?"

"N-no! Honest!"

"You know something, Finn Hudson. Don't make me bitch slap it out of you."

Finn sighed and placed his pencil on his desk. He took Mercede's wrist gently, muttered a come on, and Mercedes followed him. She was a little pissed off that he knew something and not her, seeing as Kurt was her home boy and he told her everything. Like, the time when he tried out for ballet and accidentally peed himself in his leotard. He was a little kid, but she still knew these things. He also knew some embarrassing things about her. They trusted each other.

Finn took her out into the vacant hallway since the school had been let out and the glee kids were basically the only ones inhabiting the building. Mercedes placed both hands on her hips once more and waited for a viable explanation as to why Kurt was out of school and Finn was acting so strange.

"I know something, yeah, but I can't tell you Mercedes. I've already broken that promise and.... he probably knows that I did. I don't want to make the guy hate me."

"Finn, I am his best friend. You know, the girl that was there for him when he cried about you? 'Quinn's preggers, now I have no chance with him'. I know he probably still has a soft spot for some lame-ass jock-type like you, but chicks before dicks is all I'm sayin'."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. Mercedes was being a little inappropriate, but she had to say it. Who else would? Finn didn't need to know something that she should've known from the beginning. But with the way he was acting--all secretly and such--she was beginning to get a bad feeling at the pit of her stomach. She kept her angry facade up, to pressure Finn into spilling the beans.

"Mercedes, look. I can't tell you. I had to tell Mr. Schue because he's like an adult and stuff and he knows what to do...but, like, I have no place to say anything... you have to believe me! Go to his house and talk to him or something."

The girl groaned, but gave up, trudging back to the glee room. When she burst through the door, all eyes were on her.

"What did you find out?" asked Tina with a worried look on her face.

"Nothin'. Not a single damn thing. Apparently Kurt told him something and not me." She huffed and sat down in her usual seat, where to her right Kurt would sit. Now she could only look at the empty chair with a sad sort of expression. She wished he was there to laugh with her and to make fun of other McKinley High students. About how their hair looked or what shoes they were wearing. Most of those directing towards Rachel, who sat up next to Finn silent and worried, pondering what might be happening with the glee club and Mercedes's precious Kurt.

"Hey, Mr. Hummel. May I come in?" Mercedes held a boquet of flowers in one hand--pink roses, Kurt's favorite--and DVDs in another. Burt Hummel examined her and decided it was okay for her to come in.

"He won't come out of his room. He's sitting on the bed, watching old Barbara Streisand movies or something." He coughed and led her to his room where the door was closed and the TV was turned up loudly. Burt knocked on it, hard, so as to make a noise over the TV.

"Kurt, you have a visitor." He turned towards Mercedes. "You must be...Mercedes, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"It's Mercedes."

The TV was muted and the door was twisted open. Kurt peeked outside and Mercedes smiled. He motioned her to come in, looking feeble and weak. His eyes were bloodshot and his face looked sunken in like he hadn't eaten in weeks, even though he hadn't been gone for too long. Just long enough for Mercedes to worry. He stared at her for a little bit and eventually motioned for her to come in.

"God, Kurt," she said as she lunged forward to hug him. He flinched backwards, saying nothing. She let go quickly when she felt him tense up in her arms. He had never done that before. "Kurt..?" He moved like a zombie to the bed. He sat against the headboard.

"Speak to me." She slowly sat next to him, feeling as if she got too close he would start crying or yelling at her just as he had did to Rachel. Kurt stayed silent, watching the pictures flash on the television screen. It was muted, so there was no sound, but Mercedes was worried for this boy. "Please..." She hesitated, but reached out a hand to lay on his shoulder. When he felt the touch, he gasped and jerked away, looking at Mercedes. She was getting frustrated.

"Kurt you have to talk to me, boy. What's gotten into you? It's just me!"

He looked at her with large eyes. He looked like a lost puppy. But she had read about something like this. His skin was this sallow color, his eyes were underlined with a deep purple, he looked like he had lost weight, and his movements were lethargic but jerky when she even came close to touching him. Like he was constantly afraid of his surroundings. PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Kurt had it, no doubt about it.

"That's it. I've read about this. Health class, I think." Now she was extrememly afraid. What could've happened to make Kurt like this?

"Oh no...." She gasped, coming to a conclusion.