I used italics for both flashbacks and the letter, but I think it's pretty obvious which is which by the way its written :) If its not... well :P

Sorry it took so long to update but has been being stupid.

Finn's POV, Tuesday Morning

The news that Kurt had committed suicide had spread through the school like a wild fire. Everyone had heard what had happened. He had tried to hack out his heart and his dad had found the body on the floor. If you had walked into McKinley a week ago and then walked in now you would easily sense the change in mood. A week ago we had been a normal high school. People smiled and laughed and squealed. Kids got slushied and the jocks never got in trouble, but we were all fairly happy, and if not that at least content. Today everybody was talking in hushed voices. There was no laughter and if a giggle did slip everyone would just stare at the culprit.

Honestly I don't think they missed him in the least, but they all certainly felt guilty because every single one of us knew that it was our fault. Everybody had bullied Kurt at one time or another because he was gay. We were all guilty because Kurt hadn't killed himself. We had killed him.

So when the Glee club was called down to the office I wasn't really surprised. There was Figgins, sitting behind his desk and off the side were a police officer and Kurt's dad. Mr. Shue was there too.

The eleven of us all stood in the small office, waiting for someone to speak. Rachel decided it should be her.

"I understand that recent events have had a major effect on our lives and that we are all very sad so I wou—"

"Ms. Berry that is enough." Figgins interrupted. Everyone turned and cast a glare at her. Mercedes looked particularly angry with tears in her eyes. "Glee club." He addressed us. "I know that all of you have been shaken by the death of our young friend, but we are not here for pleasantries and comfort. Officer Brady here is going to question all of you and then we have some things for a few of you."

Most of us nodded and filed out into the reception area to wait. The police man stopped me and gestured for me to follow him.

"You're Finn right? We're going to start with you." He escorted me to another room that I think was the vice principals office, but there wasn't anyone else here right now.

"Sit." He said. I listened and plopped down in the chair across from him.

"Name?"

"Finn Hudson, sir." I wasn't sure why he asked, he already seemed to have known it. Maybe it was for the records or something.

"Relationship to Kurt?"

"Team mate… Friend?"

"Okay." He mumbled, scribbling it all down on a little notepad. "Now tell me, what do you know about what happened?" I ran a hand through my hair as this suddenly became very real for me.

In all honestly when I first heard the news from my Puck that Kurt had committed suicide I laughed. I had thought he was joking.

Finn… Kurt, he… well he died Sunday night. He killed himself." Puck said nervously.

I chuckled. "Nice one Puck, Kurt wouldn't do something like that."

He just stared at me for a second. "D-dude? Did you just hear what I said? Kurt's dead."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay Puck, I didn't fall for it you can stop acting now. It's not funny." Inside I felt my stomach roll. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wasn't kidding.

"Finn…" He put a hand on my shoulder, but I just threw it off.

"No." Then I ran.

My breathing was getting unsteady and I gripped the edge of the table. I already knew that Kurt was dead but… just now it was sinking in that he was gone. I would never see him ever again. I mean we'd never been exactly close, but I still knew the kid for Christ's sake. I had talked to him, sang with him… and now he was gone.

"Its okay son, take your time." He man said patiently.

"N-no. I'm fine." With a deep breath I told him what I knew about Kurt had killed himself.

"Did anything Kurt did in the past few months hint at depression or his plans of suicide?"

"No, he acted like he was perfectly happy… well except for the bullying anyway."

"Bullying?" Officer Brady questioned.

"Well yeah Azimio and Karofsky would shove him around and stuff."

"Ah yes, Dace Karofsky? We have a letter for him too."

"Letter?" I said, puzzled.

"Kurt left letters for most of the people close to him." As he spoke he pulled out a creamy envelope and handed it to me.

On the front in Kurt's neat hand writing was my name.

After I had received my letter and been dismissed Id left the school and sat in my car. Most people would have hesitated to open a letter like that but I ripped it open and began to read immediately.

'Dear Finn,

Can you convict someone of doing nothing? Is it a crime to watch someone murder another and keep your lips sealed? If this was a criminal court then yes you could and yes it would be. You would be accused of being an accomplice and withholding important information. But this isn't a court, it's a letter and since your reading it I'm dead. Really though, it's not your fault as much as it is others, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook yet. You are still somewhat responsible. I bet right now you feel accused and isolated and blamed. You feel like I'm blocking you in and most importantly, you feel alone.'

I frowned at the words. As I read the letter that was exactly how I had begun to feel. Kurt knew me so well… or maybe it wasn't that he knew me, but that he just knew how to manipulate people's feelings. Either way it was working and now he was toying with my emotions with this damn letter. Even when he was dead he wouldn't give me a break.

As I thought about that though, I realized that maybe I did deserve this. Because never once did Kurt get a break about his sexuality from me or anyone else. I continued reading to find out that that was exactly what this was about.

'That's how I felt every day. Every one isolated me, made me as alone as possible. They would accuse me of being a pervert, being unnatural. Then they would leave me and look on as bullies like Karofsky would shout names at me or even beat me up. I was thrown in dumpsters, shoved into lockers, and kicked when I was down. But I could live through the torment of strangers; it was the pain from the people I loved that really hurt. That's what you did Finn, you hurt me. Not physically, probably not on purpose but none the less you did.

You never let me forget that I was different, that I didn't fit in. When I was going to sing that duet with Sam you immediately intervened. You told me people would get the wrong idea. Sam didn't say that, you did. You went out of your way to tell me that it was wrong for me to sing a duet with a boy because I was gay. You were one of the people who isolated me and from your isolation also came your ignorance of my pain. While I was abused you turned a blind eye and left others to help me. You were a witness and an accomplice. Humor me one last time as I tell you how your trial would play out if this did happen to be a court. You are on the stand and there is a faceless judge above you. I am on the victim's side. In the audience are your friends, family, and peers. We were gathered to convict you of being an accomplice to the student population who had committed the crime of abusing me to the point where I killed myself.

An attorney starts giving evidence from many instances that you ignored my abuse or did it yourself. Puck would shove me into the lockers and you'd walk right past. Once, only one time, you told him to lay off. Never did you take action or notify an adult. You might think that telling him that one time was enough, that you never did it so you're not to blame. But all that does is make you an ignorant witness. As Puck or someone else would throw me in the dumpster, you would hold my jacket! I would scream and all you did was offer to take my jacket so it didn't get ruined. Screw the fact that I would have bruises and smell bad for the day; you did your good deed. Right now the jury would murmur, perhaps someone in the audience would begin to make loud accusations. Every slushie, insult, and punch that you could have prevented or told someone about… that you didn't, you were an accomplice to.

The attorney begins to question you. 'Did you on such occasion stand by while Mr. Hummel was abused?' You answer yes.

We move on to the 'faggy incident'. They tell how you verbally abused me, how my father had to intervene. They ask if you admit to it, you say yes again. On and on it would drag through every time I was bullied and you were there and every time you did it yourself. Soon it was coming to a close and the jury is deciding your fate. You are nervous, you are positive that they are going to convict you of abuse and accomplice to abuse. The jury comes in and your palms begin to sweat and a million scenarios run through your mind. They give the verdict…

You are innocent.

You were not convicted, they are setting you free. Do you want to know why? Because no one else will come forward now that I'm gone there is no reason to pin any blame on someone. Secondly, I don't blame you. I know that this entire letter may make it seem quite like I do, maybe that I even blame you more than others but I don't. The point of this letter was not to tell you that I think it's your fault, but to make you blame yourself. I have left you my mirror so that every time you may look in it you will remember me.

Kurt Hummel'

On the back of the envelope was another note, short and different hand writing.

'Come to the house after school and I'll give you the mirror. I didn't want to risk breaking it by bring it to the school.

Burt'

I swallowed deeply and set the letter aside on the passenger seat. It was a lot to take in. I felt my eyes well up but I wiped at them furiously, refusing to cry. I looked at the clock on the dash board and saw that I had about half an hour until school got out. That was close enough to the time Burt had said so come, so I grabbed my keys and turned on the car. I pulled out of the parking lot and began heading towards Kurt's house. It was a route I had rarely taken.

Ten minutes later I had arrived at the house. It looked the same of course, but I knew the inside had changed. I got out of the car nervously, not sure what it would be like talking to Burt. I hesitated before knocking on the door. After a few minutes of waiting I began to feel awkward. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, the door opened.

"Hello sir." I said respectively.

He grunted. "Come in."

As I walked through the door into the house, for some reason I half expected the walls to be covered in blood and gore. Silently he led me to the sitting room where a mirror was leaning against the couch. I bit my lip when I looked at it. It was a little shorter than my arm and it had white metal roses around the border, it looked terribly romantic and like something Kurt definitely would have loved. I ran a few fingers over the surface appreciatively.

"He found it at a garage sale a few years ago, really liked it…"

I nodded and slowly knelt down to look at my reflection. That was when the tears began. Burt cleared his throat stiffly and then rested a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"I j-just can't believe it…" I said brokenly.

"Me either kid, me either."