Since you guys requested for it, here's chapter 2 of Feelings!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

"Mr. Hummel?" a female nurse called his name as he woke, and he stared straight at her. She was smiling, albeit sadly. "Mr. Hummel? Glad to see you're awake. I need you to fill in a few forms. Will that be okay?"

"Sure." he said, noticing how she flinched at the lack of emotions in his voice. "Would you mind passing me a pen?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black pen, clicking it before handing it over to Kurt.

After he finished filling in the forms, he passed them to the nurse - Susie, as it said on her name tag - before he flipped through the channels on the TV that was on the wall of the ward. CSI? He had always tried watching that show before, but that often resulting in him crying out in hysterics at the murder scene before cowering on the couch. But hey, since he had no emotions now, why not give it a shot? He stared at the the blood pouring in the screen in front of him, he heard screams - but nothing could cause him to feel scared. He felt a tear slide down his cheek. Why can't he feel anymore? There has to be a reason. There was always a reason.

"Son?" Burt poked his head through the door, smiling at Kurt. "Hey son, I brought your iPod and stuff. You should be out of the hospital soon, you're recovering well. Does it hurt?" Kurt shook his head, eyes and face void of expression, just like the day before. Burt felt tears sting his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly. "So, where d'you wanna go after you're out of this place, huh? It's nearly summer vacation, and I bet if you want, we could hang out everyday till the summer vacation. That all right?"

"Dad, I want to go back to school. I have projects to hand in and Glee club to go to." Kurt responded monotonously. Burt nodded, his mind full of questions he wanted to ask, but both of them just sat there, enjoying the silence. Well, Burt enjoyed the silence. Kurt felt nothing.

"Kurt! Dude, you okay? Yesterday you were-" Finn barged in the room.

"Finn, I told you, stop calling me 'dude'. We're brothers, not two crazy footballers who bump fists and trade sweaty towels." Kurt interrupted.

"Sure, lil bro. Anyway, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel nothing." that sentence pricked the hearts of all the people in the room, sending a course of sadness through their body. Kurt shook his head and tried to feel it again. Was that... grief? Grief was an emotion, right?

"Say that again, Finn. Please. Ask me about how I feel, the painful stuff. Add in some Karofsky questions too, please."

"Uh. Sure, d- lil bro. How's things going on with Karofsky? He still calling you names?" Another pang of sadness. "Keep going, Finn."

"Um, remember when Burt took away your sweet ride 'cos he found your tiara collection?" Kurt's eyes started watering as he said, "He took that away, too."

Burt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but did nothing to stop Finn and Kurt. "Kurt, hey Kurt, remember when Burt got a heart attack?"

"Yeah. I do." Kurt whispered. Tears rolled down his face, they may have been happy tears, but all he could feel now was despair.

"Kurt? Do you want me to stop?" Finn asked awkwardly, noticing the steady stream of tears coming down from Kurt's eyes.

"Thank you, Finn. I feel... sad. I can feel." Kurt tried to smile, but found no happiness within himself. Could he only feel grief? That would appear so. No matter, he was relieved that he could feel sad, especially so soon after the ordeal.

"Thanks, Finn. Really, thank you."

"Sure, dude. Anytime."

"Finn. No. Dude."

There's chapter 2! I hope you liked it! Keep the reviews coming! I'm sorry about this being a short chapter, the next will be longer, I promise! (:

xxmysticflare