Here is chapter 10! Disclaimer and warnings are in chapter 1, so by now, I am assuming you know them.

Trigger warnings for this chapter! This chapter gets intense due to Finn's deep depression. Without me spoiling it I'm sure you can logically guess, from where we left off last chapter, what is going to happen in this one. So I just want to warn you that this chapter is very dark and depressing, but after this one, it will start to get better. And also know, there is always help or someone to talk to if you need it.

Chapter 10: Goodbye

The next morning, Finn got up. He spent the past night lying in bed, thinking. He didn't sleep at all, too many thoughts were running through his head. Finn didn't mind lying in the bed anymore. Yes, it brought back memories, but Finn was quite numb. He didn't really care about much anymore. He just wanted it to be over. He was a failure. He couldn't please Blaine and Kurt was sure to be upset the next time he saw Blaine. Finn might as well kill himself; Blaine was right. Everything Blaine said came true. Whenever Finn broke a rule, it made Kurt upset. Plus what did it matter if Finn lay in the bed last night. By the end of this night, he would be dead.

Finn got up from the bed and quickly regretted it. His entire body was in pain. Most of the pain came from his ass, but there was other lingering pain in his back from the bruises that remained there. He put on some clean pyjama pants and found a t-shirt to wear as well. Finn paused where he stood and then moved slowly to the bathroom. He really had to pee but didn't know how much he could move. Finn relieved himself then walked back to his room and looked around.

Truthfully, it looked like an average teenage boy's room. Video games, posters on the walls, mess everywhere... but to Finn, it didn't feel like his room anymore. It felt like he was living in someone else's room. He didn't seem to relate to anything in the room anymore. Except the video games. Those were cool.

Fin realized he would need some sort of plan. If he were going to kill himself, how would he do it? He wanted to do it tonight, so he would need to plan fast. But then, Finn didn't know the first thing about it. How do people kill themselves? He would just have to find out.

He figured the easiest way would be to Google it. That would tell him the answer.

Finn crept downstairs slowly, due to the pain. He went to the family computer and sat down before he jumped back up. He couldn't sit like that. Finn tried manoeuvring different ways before he finally decided to stand while he browsed the internet.

Finn opened Google and typed in, "how to kill yourself." He was then astounded at the amount of hits that came up. He noticed that tons of people wanted to kill themselves. That made Finn feel a little better. At least he wasn't alone.

Finn clicked on the first link, Wikipedia. It listed a ton of ways to do it. Finn didn't know why people posted this stuff on Wikipedia. He scrolled through the methods and decided against some right away. He didn't think he could hang himself. He was too tall. Where would he hang himself from? His feet would probably touch the ground.

He didn't think he could shoot himself either. Burt probably had a shotgun somewhere around the house, but Finn had no idea how to use it. He would probably miss and then break a vase or something.

Finn discounted many of the other methods as well. He didn't think they had many pills around the house. Well, they probably had Burt's pills for his heart, but Finn couldn't take those. Burt needed them. Some of the other methods didn't seem like they would work. Drowning, hypothermia, jumping? Finn didn't think he could do those. He was a great swimmer and hated being cold. Plus he didn't know of any buildings tall enough for him to jump from. He was sure he would just be okay if he jumped.

Finn figured the only one that looked feasible was the cutting one. That would be over fast, right? Finn didn't really know but he figured that would be the only one he could do. He looked over a few more websites that detailed people's plans. Some of them looked like he could do it. He could just slit his wrists and that was it.

Finn sat there for a moment, staring at the screen. Then he exited the browser and sat there for a moment. He could do that. Tonight. He would just have to get everything ready. He needed a knife or something. He could use the sheets from the previous night to soak up all the blood so he wouldn't make a mess. Or maybe he could do it in the bathroom. And take the sheets with him. Finn was now on a mission. He needed a knife.

Finn walked into the kitchen to try to find a knife. He didn't really know which one he needed. He pulled one out but it didn't look too sharp. He thought it was the one his mom used to butter toast. That one wouldn't be good enough. He put it back and looked at another one. This one looked sharper but it was tiny. Maybe it could work. Finn fingered the knife for a few moments before Carole came into the room.

Finn jumped, sending a wave of pain through his body, and dropped the knife back in the drawer.

"Finn! You're awake! Are you feeling better now?" Carole asked.

"Yeah," Finn nodded weakly.

He forgot he was supposed to be playing sick.

"Finn, you know you aren't supposed to be in the kitchen anymore. Not after the oven incident. What are you trying to make?" Carole asked.

Finn thought quickly then said, "Uh, just, uh breakfast. Toast or something."

Carole looked at him closely before she said, "Toast is a good idea. Especially if you're sick. You didn't even eat dinner yesterday. But you need something more than toast. I can make you something."

"Uh, thanks," Finn said, but truthfully he just wanted to grab the knife he dropped and run upstairs.

Carole busied herself around the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. When she finished, she set some food down in front of Finn and Finn's mouth watered at the meal. Carole made waffles and fruit with some whipped cream. He only got whipped cream on special occasions or when he was sick. Finn smiled and ate with gusto. It was one of the first times in a while that he ate this much, but he figured, if it was going to be one of his last meals, he might as well enjoy.

Carole looked happy that Finn was eating again and sat there to watch him eat.

Finn finished eating then thought back to how he would get the knife. He didn't really have any pockets. He was wearing pyjamas. Finn waited until Carole was busy putting some things away before he crept back to the knife drawer. He slowly pulled the knife he wanted out and slipped it into the back of his pyjama waistband. He could feel it slipping so he quickly turned to his mom.

"Uh, mom? I'm just gonna go back upstairs now, rest some more," Finn said.

Carole turned to Finn and said, "Alright, honey. You look much better than before and I'm glad. Go get some rest."

Finn nodded then walked out of the room as fast as he could while still in pain and while trying to make sure the knife didn't fall. He grabbed onto the back of his pants and the knife to keep it in place. That probably wasn't the best place to put it.

Finn crept back upstairs and pulled the knife out of the back of his pants. He looked at it for a moment. It looked sharp enough. Finn put the knife under his bed with the blood stained sheets.

Then he thought of what else he needed to do. That was probably it. He had the knife, he had the sheets, what else? He wondered how much it would hurt. He hoped it wouldn't be that bad. But that was being selfish. He had to do this for Blaine. He had to do this for Kurt. Maybe if he took some ibuprofen first or something. Finn shrugged but he found some ibuprofen and threw them under the bed as well.

Finally, Finn had everything ready. He could do it. He could kill himself. But did he really want to? He thought about it for a while, thinking of the pros and cons.

If he did it, he would be gone. No one would have to worry about him anymore. It would make Blaine happy. And that would make Kurt happy. But most of all, it would mean that Finn wouldn't have to deal with Blaine anymore. Finn would be free. He wouldn't have to give any more handjobs, blowjobs, and wouldn't have to have any more punishments. None of that would bother Finn anymore.

Of course, that would also mean that Finn was dead. He wouldn't get to sing anymore or see his friends. He wouldn't get to talk to Kurt or Puck or Rachel anymore. He wouldn't get to play video games anymore. Or eat anymore.

But the overwhelming feeling of worthlessness weighed down on Finn. He didn't deserve friends, Glee club, or food. If he couldn't please Blaine, who would he be able to please. Blaine was always so happy most of the time. And all the times he's been upset have been Finn's fault. So if Finn were gone, Blaine would be happy. If Finn couldn't even make a normally happy person happy, how would he be of any use to anyone else?

He figured it would be best if he just killed himself. If he just disappeared. He didn't really know exactly why but he had some doubts. Would it really be the right choice to kill himself? If he did, Blaine surely wouldn't miss him.

Then, he thought, would anyone else really miss him if he were dead? Finn didn't really know. Everyone seemed to be mad at him lately.

Fin thought about that for a moment but then realized he knew what he would do.

He would just have to see. If he were meant to kill himself, no one would stop him. If he were meant to stay alive, someone would surely stop him. So it would be like a test of sorts. He would try to talk to everyone he cared about and if they cared if he died, he wouldn't kill himself. He would have to work quick though, if he wanted to kill himself that night.

Finn figured he would start with the Glee club guys. They were supposed to be his closest friends, even though they only started trusting him again a few days ago. He wasn't that close to many of them but figured Puck would stop him from killing himself.

Finn dialled Puck's cell phone and it rang a few times before going to voicemail. Finn looked at it for a moment before he hung up and dialled again. It again went to voicemail. Finn decided to give Puck one more chance. He dialled again and this time a clearly grumpy Puck answered.

"Whoever you are, why are you calling me so early in the morning. It's Saturday. I'm going to kill you for waking me up," Puck said.

Finn didn't say anything. Puck was going to kill him? So Puck didn't really care about him. That was upsetting. Finn thought Puck was one of his closest friends. Even after the whole babygate incident. They made up and they were best friends. Why didn't Puck care about Finn?

"Hello? What the heck. Anyone there?" Puck asked.

Finn breathed heavily into the phone, kind of panicked. He heard some weird noises before Puck started talking again.

"Just checked my caller id. Finn. What do you want? It's Saturday. It's early. I'm tired. Are you going to tell me why you had a fit in Glee club? If not, I'm going back to sleep," Puck said.

"It's nothing," Finn replied.

He didn't know what to say. He thought it would be courteous to say some kind of goodbye message but couldn't decide on what to say.

"Fine. I'm going back to sleep," Puck said.

"Bye, Noah," Finn said with finality.

There was a pause on the line before Puck said, "It's Puck. Later, dude."

Finn hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. Puck was out.

Finn decided to call Rachel. He knew they were technically not on the best of terms, but he had to try. She had to care about him a little, right? Plus, she was sure to be awake by now. She got up really early to do that workout stuff.

Finn dialled Rachel's number and waited for her to answer. She answered on the second ring.

"Finn? Is that you?" Rachel asked.

"Hi," Finn let out.

"Hi," Rachel responded back.

Finn didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to see if she cared. He didn't know where he stood with her.

"I didn't think you would call for a while. I know I've been horrible to you," Rachel said.

"It's fine, Rachel. I'm over it, really," Finn responded.

"Really? Because I wouldn't be upset if you decided to hold a grudge. I would probably understand a lot," Rachel said.

"What? Wasn't that a movie?" Finn asked.

"I mean I hope you aren't still mad at me," Rachel said.

"Oh. No. I'm not still mad," Finn said.

"Good. Do you... do you want to talk about what happened in Glee club?" Rachel asked.

"No," Finn responded.

"Oh. Well, what did you want to talk about?" Rachel asked.

"Can we just be together again? Happy again?" Finn asked.

Rachel sighed over the phone and responded, "I would really like us to be together again, Finn. But I don't know if I can right now. You were acting really weird the other day in Glee club and even before then. I don't know what's going on with you right now, but I don't think it's a good time for us to be in a relationship."

"Oh," Finn responded.

Puck didn't care about him. Rachel didn't want him. It seemed like his friends really didn't want to be with him.

"Well, bye then," Finn said.

"Wait, Finn. I'm sorry, I really am!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Bye," Finn responded and hung up.

His phone started ringing again as Rachel called him back, but he ignored her calls.

Finn sat there in his room and thought about others he could call. He knew that Tina, Brittany, and Mercedes were quick to side with Team Rachel. So were their boyfriends. That was like half the club already that didn't really care about Finn. He thought about calling Quinn but that would just bring on a lecture about how good they look together and how they could win senior prom king and queen. Finn didn't feel like being used by her right now. He wouldn't even try Santana or Lauren. They were just too scary and were never really good with handling situations like this. Finn briefly considered calling Mr. Schue but figured he was too busy planning out numbers for Blaine to sing.

So it appeared that Finn didn't really have anyone who cared for him enough to keep him alive.

The only people left were his family. He hoped that they would care.

Finn sat in his room for a while and lost track of time. Lunchtime must have passed as his mom checked on him to see if he wanted any. He declined. He was feeling too antsy right now. He wanted to get it over with but wanted to see if his family would stop him first.

Finn left his room and walked into Kurt's room. The door was half-open so he figured it was okay to go in. He saw Kurt was on his laptop and came to sit beside him on the bed.

As soon as he sat down, Kurt shut the laptop quickly.

"What are you doing here, Finn?" Kurt squeaked out, panicked.

"Uh, just wanted to see you?" Finn said.

"Well, now is not a good time. Glad to see you are "feeling" better," Kurt said as he looked Finn up and down.

"Yeah," Finn said.

"But I would highly appreciate if you left the room right now," Kurt said.

"Why? What are you doing?" Finn asked curiously.

"Nothing," Kurt let out shortly.

"That means it's something," Finn said.

"It's nothing! Just get out, Finn!" Kurt said, forgetting most of the past few days' events in his haste to get rid of Finn.

"Fine, I'll leave. I know when I'm not wanted. I just wanted to let you know, you're a great brother, Kurt," Finn said.

Kurt waved Finn off and said, "Yes, you as well."

Finn nodded but he wasn't smiling. He slowly got up and left Kurt's room. Kurt didn't seem really sincere at the end. He just seemed like he wanted to get rid of Finn.

Finn sighed and walked downstairs. He saw Burt sitting on the couch watching sports. Finn joined him on the couch and Burt gave him a small smile. Maybe Burt would care about Finn.

"What's on?" Finn asked.

"Just highlights. Not really watching right now," Burt responded.

"Oh, why not?" Finn said.

"I keep thinking about this car in the shop. I should have finished working on it yesterday, but a part wasn't in yet," Burt said.

"Oh. Do you need help in the shop?" Finn asked.

"I could probably use an extra hand one of these days," Burt said nodded.

There, Burt cared about Finn. Finn would live for Burt. But then he continued.

"I'll ask Kurt to come down," Burt said.

"Oh, what about me?" Finn asked.

"Finn. Last time you came to the shop, you almost had a car fall on you. I don't even know how you managed that," Burt said.

"Oh, right," Finn said.

"We'll find something else to do," Burt said.

"Yeah," Finn responded.

So Burt didn't really need Finn either. Burt just needed Kurt. That made a lot of sense. Kurt was his actual child. Finn wasn't even truly related to Burt. Marriage really didn't count. It was foolish for Finn to think of Burt as a father figure.

Finn got up and said, "I'm going upstairs."

Burt nodded and Finn gave a small wave to Burt.

As Finn made his way up the stairs, he sighed. No one really cared about him. His last hope was his mom. Maybe she would care about him enough to give him something to live for.

Finn entered his room and sat on the bed.

A little while later, his mom called up to him and said, "Finn honey, if you're feeling better, do you think you could bring down your laundry? And stop leaving your clothes on the stairs."

Finn sat there for a moment before he realized even his mom didn't care. She didn't come up to check on him again. Sure, she did before, but now all she cared about was laundry. And how Finn's stuff was everywhere. And how his stuff was dirty. And how he couldn't do anything right.

Finn had no one. No one cared about him enough to stop him from killing himself. That made up his mind. He would do it. He would kill himself. Tonight.

Finn spent the next few hours in his room, staring at the knife. As soon as he made his decision, he brought the knife out and set it on his bed. It stared up at him mockingly from his bed sheets and Finn didn't know if he could do it. He reached for the knife and put it back down. He continued to do that every few minutes. It was now late afternoon, almost dinnertime. Finn had to do it now.

He went over the reasons why he was doing this over and over again. No one cared for him. He ruined everything. He couldn't do anything right. This would make the world better. This would make Blaine happy. This would make Kurt happy. Finn could rest. He could be done with Blaine. He could just be done with everything.

Finn went to his door and closed it. He didn't need anyone walking in and seeing him do this. He had to do it right. Finn listened for a moment, completely silent. He heard his Mom and Burt downstairs. He could also hear Kurt's voice from somewhere downstairs. He didn't know what they were doing down there, but he knew that he wasn't invited.

He pulled his bloodstained sheets out from under his bed and put them on top of the bed. Finn then grabbed the knife and brought it to his wrist. He didn't know if he could do this. He closed his eyes tightly and drew the knife across his wrist lightly. It was so light he didn't even draw blood.

He opened an eye and squinted at his wrist. Nothing. He brought the knife back and pressed a little harder. Some blood welled up in the cut and a sharp pain stung Finn's wrist.

"Ow! Shit!" Finn said before he dropped the knife and found something to dull the pain.

He forgot to take the ibuprofen! Finn grabbed the pills and didn't really know how many to take. The bottle said two so he just went for that. He swallowed the pills dry and then grabbed the knife again.

He could do this.

Finn drew the knife against his wrist again, and more blood welled up in the cuts. That also brought along a new wave of pain. That wasn't right. Why weren't the pills working? Maybe he should take more. But the bottle said two.

Oh, wait, three if it's really bad. Okay. Well, that made sense. Finn took another pill.

Finn decided it was now or never. Maybe if he just did it really deep it would work. But he didn't want to cut his hand off or anything. That would be gross.

Finn brought the knife back and pressed it much deeper than the other times. He let out a gasp as blood started rushing out of the wound. He remembered he read it would go faster if he did both wrists but the one he cut felt weird and a lot of blood was coming out. He quickly switched hands and pressed the knife into the other wrist. Blood started flowing from that wrist too and Finn started to feel dizzy. He saw the blood drip onto the bloody sheets he put on his bed. He was so thoughtful; his family would only have to clean up once mess, and not two.

Finn heard some kind of commotion downstairs before the pain in his wrists seemed to be farther away and his head felt light. He felt incredibly dizzy, like when he had to get a blood test once. He passed out that time and as he thought about it, he felt about the same now. He didn't really know why he passed out before, probably because of all the blood and the feeling of it leaving his body.

Finn looked down at his bleeding wrists and his eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out on the bed, blood seeping into his sheets.

Downstairs, Burt and Carole were watching a movie. Kurt was somewhere in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He had decided it was his turn to make a great meal and told everyone to stay out until he was done. He thought he would make Finn something nice, considering how mean Kurt was to him earlier. Kurt wasn't doing anything bad. He just had some websites open that he didn't want Finn to see. Kurt was good at hiding what site he was on. Finn, on the other hand, wasn't the best at it. Finn always forgot to erase his browser history.

Kurt heard Burt and Carole arguing over something in the other room.

"What is that actress's name? I could have sworn I knew it," Burt said.

"I don't know, honey. She looks familiar though," Carole responded.

"I have to figure it out," Burt said.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they'll show her name in the credits," Carole replied.

Burt sat there for a moment before he said, "I have to know now."

Carole rolled her eyes as Burt got up.

"Now, how to figure it out," Burt pondered.

Kurt rolled his eyes from the other room and said, "Google it, Dad!"

"What?" Burt asked.

"On the internet?" Kurt responded.

"Oh, right," Burt said.

Burt went to the family computer and loaded the internet. He didn't really know how to "Google it" though.

"How do you use this thing," Burt mumbled before he started clicking on random buttons.

Burt never did know how to use the internet very well. Everything he knew, Kurt told him. Most of the time he had someone else do the computer stuff and he just dealt with the cars.

Burt tried to find the Google site but couldn't find it. Some other tabs opened as he clicked around and then he got upset. Frustrated, he accidently exited the tabs.

"Oops," Burt mumbled and opened a tab again.

This time it showed him a list of recently viewed pages. Burt saw one that said Google and clicked on it.

What came up was a Google search of "how to kill yourself."

Burt froze for a moment before he looked at the computer. Some of the sites looked like they were clicked on already. Burt opened the first site and started looking at it. Wikipedia. Why did it describe the different ways you could kill yourself? Why was this on the internet? If this fell into the wrong hands, something could go terribly wrong.

Burt went back and clicked on the next link. It was someone's personal story of how they were going to kill themselves. Burt felt a little sick as he browsed through the websites and then he realized there were too many. This wasn't good. Why was someone looking up how to kill themselves here?

Burt sat there for a moment then realized, it must be Kurt. He was preparing them this huge meal tonight to say goodbye. Burt knew it was tough for a gay kid in Ohio. But he thought Kurt was doing better. He had his friends and his boyfriend.

Burt felt devastated.

"Kurt? Can you come here, please?" Burt asked, shaking.

"I'm making dinner! I told you that!" Kurt responded.

"Now!" Burt commanded.

Kurt froze inside the kitchen, wondering if he did anything wrong. That tone of voice got Carole's attention too and she walked into the other room to see Burt. Kurt hadn't started cooking the food yet. He was just preparing it, so he could leave it in the kitchen for a bit. Kurt joined them in the other room.

"What's going on, Dad?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, please be honest with me. Are you depressed?" Burt asked.

Kurt gave his dad a weird look and said, "No, why?"

"Because I want you to know that I love you. Okay? I love you. And I want you to be here. And you are important, Kurt," Burt said pleadingly.

"Okay? I love you too, Dad. But what is this really about?" Kurt asked.

"I know it's hard, being gay, in a town like this. And I know people can be cruel. But there is no reason. No reason, for you to think you don't need to live. No reason for you to ever think about killing yourself," Burt said.

Carole looked confused through most of this but then at that statement looked to Kurt in worry.

"Kurt, honey? Were you thinking of killing yourself?" Carole asked, quietly.

"What? No! I like my life! I'm not going to kill myself! What is this about?" Kurt asked, confused.

"What? Are you sure?" Burt asked, confused as well.

"Yes! I'm happy right now, Dad! I have no reason to want to kill myself," Kurt said.

"Oh. Well, then why are there all these sites here about killing yourself? They looked like they've been looked at recently?" Burt asked.

"Okay, Dad. First of all, I don't use this computer. I use my laptop. Second of all, I have not been researching this. Third of all, I only use this computer to check the internet history, because Finn always forgets to erase it and..." Kurt trailed off, eyes wide.

Carole froze and looked between them. She thought she knew what was going on but she didn't want to believe it.

"What?" Burt asked, starting to get scared based on Kurt's reaction.

"Finn always uses this computer. He's been acting so strange," Kurt responded before he looked at Carole and sprinted up the stairs.

Carole ran after him as fast as possible and Burt was hot on her heals.

They got upstairs and Kurt flung Finn's door open and screamed.

Finn lay in a growing pool of blood on his bed, his wrists slashed, and he was unconscious.

Carole and Burt looked in the room before Carole fell to the floor, tears spilling out her eyes.

"No, oh my god, my baby boy," She said.

Burt acted quickly and grabbed the phone, dialling 911.

"We have an emergency. Yes, my stepson slit his wrists. Yes, suicide attempt, our address is..." Burt said on the phone.

"He... he wanted to talk earlier. I didn't talk to him. This is all my fault," Kurt mumbled.

Carole was sobbing on the ground, unable to do anything. Burt ran over to Finn and grabbed the bloody sheets, putting pressure on the wounds.

"Kurt! Come help me!" Burt commanded and Kurt ran to help.

It wasn't long before they could hear sirens outside and Carole managed to let the EMTs in. They ran upstairs and took Finn from Burt and Kurt.

They tried to stabilize Finn as they took him outside to the ambulance, and said to the Hummels, "He's still alive."

"Oh, thank god!" Carole said.

The EMTs offered for her to ride with them and she climbed inside the ambulance.

The ambulance drove away and Kurt and Burt stood watching it for a moment, their hands and clothes stained with blood.

For once, Kurt didn't even care that his shirt was Alexander McQueen.

Kurt and Burt drove to the hospital as fast as possible behind the ambulance and ran inside just as Finn was being wheeled away. They wheeled him to a separate room and Carole was left standing in a hallway. Burt and Kurt met up with her and they went to a waiting room to wait it out. Some nurses offered them different clothes to wear, seeing as both Kurt and Burt's shirts were covered in blood. But both men were too shocked to do anything but sit there.

Time passed and it felt like forever for the Hummel family. They couldn't believe Finn would do that. Burt's first thought went to Kurt, and he felt ashamed at that. True, Kurt was his son first. And Kurt seemed more likely to want to commit suicide. Because he had a harder life and was gay in Ohio. But Burt felt guilty. If he didn't spend so much time questioning Kurt, maybe they could have gotten to Finn faster.

Carole couldn't comprehend anything that happened. She couldn't understand why Finn did this. He was such a happy boy most of the time. But then she realized, he had been acting differently since the summer. It had gotten worse lately but she believed his excuse of being sick. Why didn't she question him further! She knew he was depressed. Yet, she was unwilling to believe it.

Kurt was just in shock. He knew something was going on with Finn for a while. Especially after he broke down in the choir room. And he didn't do anything about it. He tried to talk to Finn but then he left him alone. Kurt should have done more for him. He should have pushed the issue more.

After a while, a doctor came out and called their names.

"Is he, is he okay?" Carole asked through tears.

"He's alive," the doctor said.

The Hummels let out a sigh of relief and all three of them were crying.

"But it was a close call. If you had gotten there only a minute or two later, that would've been it. We were able to replenish his blood by transfusions and we stitched his wrists up. They will be sore for the next while as they heal and he will probably feel extremely tired. It looks like he took some mild pain medication before he did it, which prolonged the bleeding a little. However, he didn't take a significant amount to do any damage and we were able to fix him up," the doctor said.

"Oh, thank god. Can we see him?" Carole asked.

The doctor looked at them for a moment and added, "He isn't awake now, but he should wake up shortly. I have to warn you, that the hardest thing won't be his physical recovery. It will be the mental recovery from this. Something pushed him to want to kill himself, and that will be the hardest for him to overcome."

Then the doctor paused and took them to a separate room. Carole, Burt, and Kurt looked confused but followed him inside and the doctor closed the door and motioned for them to sit in the chairs. However, they were too nervous to sit at the moment.

"There was something else we found while we were examining him. Finn shows signs of abuse," the doctor said.

"What? Abuse?" Carole asked, her eyes wide with fear.

"Yes. His back is covered in bruises and his chest in love bites. There were also signs of sexual abuse. I think he may have been raped, and quite recently at that. There appears to have been some tearing that we will have to look at. We need your permission to do a rape kit," the doctor said.

"Oh my god," Carole said, covering her mouth with her hand and tears flowing from her eyes.

Burt moved over to her to help her sit down.

Kurt stared at them wide eyed.

"Finn was raped?" He asked in a small voice.

How could he have missed that. Was there anyone Finn acted weird around? Kurt couldn't think of any. But he did break down when Rachel accused him of raping her. Was that because it brought back memories of his own rape?

Burt reached an arm out and hugged Kurt as well.

"Now, I'm going to have to ask you all some questions before you can go see Finn," the doctor said.

Carole just nodded through her tears.

"What is your relationship to Finn Hudson?" the doctor asked.

Carole couldn't even answer through her tears so Burt answered for them.

"Carole's his mother and I'm his stepfather. Kurt's his stepbrother," Burt answered.

The doctor looked at them for a moment and nodded.

"Have any of you noticed anything different with Finn in the last while?" the doctor asked.

Burt nodded and added, "We noticed something was off but we figured it had to do with his girlfriend breaking up with him."

Kurt added in a small voice, "I knew something was wrong. He came to talk to me and I told him to go away. I should have just listened. Oh god, I was too wrapped up in Blaine to notice."

Burt turned to Kurt and said, "This isn't your fault, buddy."

The doctor looked between the two of them and asked, "Who's Blaine?"

Kurt mumbled out, "My boyfriend."

This changed the way the doctor looked at them. First, Kurt thought the doctor was completely homophobic before the doctor asked to talk to Kurt in another room. Kurt looked at Burt and Carole in fear but they motioned for him to go and he did.

Burt and Carole looked at each other and waited until Kurt was brought back into the room. He looked shaken and upset and then they asked to talk to Burt.

Carole looked to Kurt and asked, "What did he want?"

"He though I raped Finn! Me! I don't even know why he would think that. Probably because I'm gay. He probably thought I was some predatory gay stalker or something. That guy didn't look too understanding," Kurt said.

Carole choked back a sob and then they waited for Burt to return. When he did, he looked quite upset as well and he was talking to the doctor loudly.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but you're clearly mistaken if you think I would ever do that to my son," Burt said.

"Standard procedure, Mr. Hummel. And you did refer to Finn as your stepson before and there have been cases where stepfathers abuse their stepsons," the doctor said.

"I would never do anything like that!. Is that why you talked to Kurt as well? You blaming this all on Kurt? Because I'll have you know that he could never hurt a fly. He loves Finn," Burt said.

"Loves Finn? Surely only as a brother, right? What was your relationship like before you were stepbrothers?" The doctors asked.

Kurt's jaw dropped open and he said, "Okay, fine. Maybe I was in love with him then! But that doesn't mean anything!"

The doctor looked at Kurt calculatingly before he said, "Maybe we should bring you in for some further questioning."

Burt looked like he wanted to protest and Carole just sat there in shock. Before he could do anything, Kurt spoke up.

"I didn't do anything to Finn. We really are brothers now. I noticed he was acting weird lately but he always seemed to want to make me happy somehow. He wanted to talk to me the other day. All of this is my fault. If only I talked to him instead of telling him to go away," Kurt said.

"No, honey. This isn't your fault," Carole said.

"Yes it is, I shouldn't have sent him away," Kurt cried.

"I knew he was depressed. I should have pressed the issue more," Carole cried.

"Shh, listen. I know this is horrible, but we can fix this. We just all need to work together, and Finn will be fine," Burt said.

The doctor looked between them all and didn't really look convinced that one of them wasn't the abuser. But he realized he would get no further without confirmation from Finn. Finn would surely recognize who abused him.

"I apologize for what I've accused you of. It's just something the hospital has to question with cases like these. I realize this is a lot to handle, but when Finn wakes up, he's going to need all of you," the doctor said.

Carole nodded and Burt glared at the doctor. They all didn't know how to handle this and being accused of abusing Finn made them all even more upset.

The doctor finally escorted them to see Finn.

Finn looked so tiny in the hospital bed. For being as tall as he was, he sure didn't look it. He looked extremely pale and the bandages stuck out on his wrists.

Kurt took one look at Finn and burst out into tears. Burt stared at Finn in shock as well. It was Carole who finally stood her ground. She looked at Finn resolutely then turned back to the doctor.

"Do the rape kit. I want the asshole that did this to him behind bars," Carole said.

The doctor nodded then said, "I'll go get supplies. You can stay here until I come back."

The doctor figured that if one of them actually did rape Finn, they would protest more to having the rape kit done.

The Hummels stared at each other for a moment before breaking down again. Kurt looked like he would fall apart and asked his dad if he could call Blaine. Burt agreed and Kurt went to phone Blaine, asking him to come to the hospital. He just wanted some comfort. Then Kurt also phoned Puck and Rachel. He didn't tell them much, only that Finn was in the hospital and they should come right away, but not to bring many others. He figured it would be better for them to be a small crowd right now rather than having the entire Glee club breathing down their necks.

The Hummels stayed in the room and stared at Finn. They couldn't believe all of this happened. They couldn't believe Finn tried to kill himself. They couldn't believe they didn't notice Finn was depressed. But most of all, they couldn't believe they didn't do anything to stop Finn.

Hi all! So, tough chapter again. After this, we start the healing process. I apologize if I got any facts wrong. I tried to research some things and I tend to watch a lot of doctor shows.

I wrote this all in one sitting from about 11 pm to 2 am. So I hope it's coherent. Once I started writing, it was hard to stop. Also, the longer my chapters get, the less I feel like editing them. But I tried my best.

I have a feeling I can finish this before Glee starts again. This is much more important than homework anyway.

Anyway, let me know what you think!

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