***The last one was really short, and it took me forever to update. I felt bad, so here you go. It's like a little, 'I'm sorry' for you. Ps, all reviews are welcome. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, as is plain old criticism, as long as it isn't just written to make me sad.

Again, my apologies.

"What about Carole Hudson, Finn's mom?" Kurt clearly wasn't listening to them anymore, and Will had decided that it couldn't do any more harm to talk about him as if he weren't there.

"I gave the hospital her cell number, so I'm assuming they called to let her know what's going on. They said that they tried calling the Hummel house and no one answered."

"Her and Finn don't live there anymore."

"I thought you said that -"

"Yeah, they were, but there was an argument between Finn and Kurt or Burt and the Hudson's moved out." Emma wanted to ask what had happened between them, but the sight of Kurt (now silently) resting his head against Will's body, shaking softly while muffling his quiet sobs was enough to tell her that now wasn't the time for gossip. She wondered if Will knew how flattering it was that his students had trusted him enough to tell him about things like that in their lives.

"Do you know what happened to Burt," Will asked. Emma shook her head.

"I told Kurt everything they told me. There was an accident in the shop, something about a jack breaking, and Mr. Hummel ended up unconscious. They haven't been able to wake him up yet, but Kurt deserves to know what's happening."

Will wrapped his arms around the small boy who was still seemingly unaware of his present surroundings. It wasn't fair that he would have to face this, Will just hoped that the fight between Kurt and Finn hadn't been too severe (though moving out would seem to qualify as 'not just another misunderstanding'). He couldn't do this alone. It wouldn't be fair.

"Kurt!"

Will and Emma looked at each other.

"I think that's Ms. Hudson," Will was sure of it. Emma nodded quickly. "I'll go page Finn, he should probably go with them." She stood up from the ground and brushed herself off as quickly as she could before turning to meet Carole Hudson. Will sighed as Kurt gripped him tighter.

No, it wasn't fair. Not at all.

I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you, but even if he does wake up, he won't be the same person you knew before."

"So he's retarded."

"Finn!"

"What? It's what he's saying."

"Finn, stop it now. I will not hear you speaking like that again, do you hear me?" Finn let out a frustrated sigh. Yes, he heard her. No, it didn't make him wrong. For once Finn understood what someone was saying when no one else did. He couldn't let that go.

"But it's true. If he wakes up, who's to say he won't be a vegetable or something. Like, not literally, but mentally and all that stuff."

"Finn Hudson, stop. Kurt does not need to hear you speaking about his father like that right now." Carole's voice came out more harshly than she had anticipated. She hoped Finn would get the message, but he showed no signs of letting down.

"Kurt's not even listening to us, he hasn't said a thing since we got in the car. Don't blame your emotions on him. You just want me to say that everything's going to be okay, but it's not. And really, you think it's fair to anyone to say, 'oh, he'll be fine in no time' when the doctor right here is telling us that if he wakes up we'll be lucky if he can understand anything? Personally, I don't think lies are what any of us need right now. I'm just stating reality."

"What's wrong with hoping, Finn? Why can't you just believe that maybe, just maybe things don't always turn out for the worse. Maybe -"

"Hi, Daddy." Kurt's soft voice broke through the hostile air, breaking Carole's resolve to be strong and Finn's desire to prove his point. True to what Finn had said, Kurt hadn't uttered a sound since Mr. Schuester had shaken him off his body and into Carole's beat up pickup truck. He had barely paid attention to anything but the scenery outside the car, and had failed to acknowledge a single word from any of the nursing staff. All he could see now was his Dad. His strong, perfectly imperfect Dad.

A small smile shone on Kurt's face, almost as if it had been carefully rehearsed, taken years to perfect but only moments to slip into. It was unnervingly natural. This was the face he had worn for his mother; Carole was almost sure of it. Kurt's small frame gently eased itself beside the still figure of his father's, shifting slowly until they both looked comfortable. Burt's large hand was grasped by Kurt's small delicate one, his thumb gently traced the outline of his palm while his eyes watched the movement calmly.

"I think you should try to wake up soon, okay? The doctor's said that the sooner you get up the more likely you'll be okay. I need you to do that for me if you can, alright? Besides, I saw this opening sign for some new steakhouse on the drive down here, and I think I've dieted enough to allow for one day of grease filled bliss. There was that one thing you wanted me to try last time, do you remember? It was-"

Carole felt herself being led from the room by her son. Looking up at him, Finn silently jerked his head towards the door. He was right, they shouldn't be here. Kurt didn't need them looming over him like that, he had done this too many times before with his own mother that right now, he needed to be alone.