Finn lies on Kurt's couch, tossing his beat-up football in the air and catching it, over and over, while Kurt and his sister talk fashion in low voices. It's a little weird, being the only real guy in the room, but at least Kurt's not watching him or anything; that kind of freaks Finn out, when Kurt's eyes follow him all over the place.

"Ellie!" Speak of the devil. "I can't do your measurements if you keep answering text messages. Who are you talking to, anyway?"

"Sorry, Kurt." Ellie mumbles, and Finn hears her push a few more buttons, then something clinks down on the vanity. Her phone. "I was just talking to Tina, okay? She wanted to know if I was going all gangster on everybody."

"Are you?" Finn asks, squeezing the football between his hands.

"Nope. Regular Ke$ha is a better persona for the song I'm singing." Ellie explains. Finn doesn't really know what she means, but he guesses it means she's not going to have all the bling.

"What song are you doing?" Finn continues, just to keep up some kind of conversation that includes him; he's tired of tossing the football.

Ellie snorts, "I'm not telling you. It's a surprise, right? Between me and the band kids."

"Okay." Finn concedes, a little disappointed; he wants to know what Ellie's going to sing. He feels like he barely knows her, and maybe if she told him that, they'd be more friendly, or something. Everyone in Glee connects through music; why not them?

Then Kurt says, "Hey, guys. Name the first song that pops into your head. Go!"

" 'I Hope You Dance' by LeeAnn Womack, dammit." Ellie sighs grudgingly.

Finn thinks, then admits, " 'Carry On, My Wayward Son'. That's by Kansas, right?"

" 'I Want To Hold Your Hand'. The Beatles." Kurt finishes, and Finn sinks down further into the couch.

Ellie, possibly sensing the tension that is so thick Finn could slice it up and eat it between two slices of rye with ketchup and mozzerella cheese, suggests, "Do you guys want to play the Question Game?"

"What's the Question Game?" Finn asks stupidly; does she mean Twenty Questions? Because he's not going there. He SUCKS at Twenty Questions.

"It's just a game of asking questions. Let's say I ask Kurt a question; he doesn't have to answer it, but he has to finish with a question, no matter what. You understand?"

Finn sticks a thumbs-up over the couch, and Kurt says, "Affirmative."

"Okay," Ellie says. "Finn, are you bored?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"What's your question?"

Finn mentally smacks his forehead; duh. "Uh. . . Are YOU bored?"

"No. Have either of you talked to Puck lately?"

Kurt asks in a chilly tone, "Why?"

"Because he's being a total flirt. Is that normal?"

Finn snorts, "For Puck? Are you kidding me?"

"Don't think so. Where have I been for the past month?"

"Oh. . . right. Didn't you know him before?"

"Only by sight. . . Is he a jerk?"

Kurt says instantly, "Do you breathe oxygen?"

"Point taken. Can he be nice? Like, ever?"

"Occasionally, but only when the mood strikes him. Why do you want to know about Puck?"

"Why does it bother you so much?"

Kurt slams something down on the table and almost shouts, "He threw me in a Dumpster!" Finn doesn't dare move; Ellie is silent. "And now he's obviously trying to 'get with you'-" The quotes are only completely, painfully obvious in Kurt's tone. "-like he did with Mercedes, and I don't want him within a two-mile radius of you, Elizabeth." A brief moment of quiet again; Kurt tries to catch his breath. "Are you interested in him?"

It takes a moment for Ellie to respond; Finn holds his breath, wondering if Puck has stolen yet another girl's innocent heart. ". . . As a friend. He was honest with me, and he listened through my ranting. Not many people will do that." She clears her throat. "Finn, are you still alive over there?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"Should I call nine-one-one?"

"No, but thanks for the offer. So. . . Are you decent?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Because I've got a crick in my neck. I'm sitting up, okay?"

Finn pulls himself into a sitting position; Ellie stands in front Kurt's vanity in faded, almost completely shredded blue jeans that look almost painted on, they are so tight, and a green tank top. Her outstretched arms are completely bare and pale-looking, striped with slash marks; that must be why Kurt's so tense, at least in part. He's running a tape measure right over where she cut herself, and he WAS the one who found her, after all. Ellie self-consciously chews her lip, then turns her bald head and asks, "Kurt, can I move?"

"Yes, you may. I'm finished measuring." She gets up and cautiously stretches; Finn hears a loud crack, and she sighs luxuriously. Kurt snickers, "What was that?"

"My back. Was it that loud?" Ellie asks, looking slightly embarrassed.

Finn laughs, "Yeah, it was. I think they heard it in China. Are we still playing the Question Game?"

"What do you think?" Ellie says severely, then laughs, "No, we can stop now. I mean, unless you guys want to keep going."

Kurt shrugs, looking a lot more relaxed than Finn has seen him in a long time. "I actually found it quite enjoyable. Where did you learn that? Cheer camp?"

"Hell, no!" Ellie sputters. "At cheer camp we spent time exchanging diets that don't work and colors of nail polish, Kurt. It's a very shallow place. The Question Game, I learned in the psych ward. You met Andre, didn't you?" Kurt nods; who? "He's the one who taught it to me. We could play it all day long."

"Oh. Have you talked to him since you got out?" Kurt inquires, trying to appear natural as he digs through a box of fabrics, but Finn can see how much effort it's taking.

"Yeah, I texted him this morning. He's back home, too, got out the week before I did. Apparently, everybody's totally jazzed to have him back." Ellie says cheerfully, then sighs. "Kurt, come on. You don't have to put on any kind of face for me. If it upsets you for me to talk about the ward, I'll shut up. I don't read minds."

Kurt shakes his head and tells her, "It doesn't upset me, Ellie, I just. . . It makes me worry about you. You talk about it like it's the best place you've ever been, and that makes me scared you want to go back."

"Oh, Kurt." Ellie breathes, her expression very nearly heartbroken as she looks at her brother. "No. . . just no. I don't want to go back."

Tears hover on Kurt's eyelashes, and he is staring hard into the mirror, trying to regain his composure. Ellie goes to him and puts her scarred arms around him; Kurt lets out the first, quiet sob. Finn can't watch anymore. He just can't take this drama. He picks up his jacket and leaves the room without another word, but just as he shuts the door, he can hear Kurt break down.

Finn hesitates in the hall, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain for this family; for Burt, who's been alone for eight years; for Kurt, who has to deal with everyone's shit every single day; for Ellie, who nearly ended her own life; for his mother; who's been slowly wasting away due to a broken heart almost too mangled to fix; and for him, Finn, who has to watch them all suffer and be unable to do anything about it.

They're all screwed up.

Finn shakes his head and runs for the door; he can't stay here. He's suffocating. He needs to go home, even if it's just to see it from the outside, because it's all he has left that doesn't make him feel useless and empty. He takes a look at the moon-full, the sign of lunatics-and starts going.