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Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it belongs to Ryan Murphy. If not, it's mine.

And now we are on to Kurt's dad. I really hope I'm doing this justice enough since this story isn't from Kurt's POV. There is more religion in this chapter just to warn you.

Enjoy!

Santana POV

"Kurt's Dad is in the hospital. He had a heart attack and arrhythmia. It's keeping him comatose." I heard Mercedes utter those words to Tina from my own locker and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Kurt and I weren't friends. Family maybe. But not friends. But I still felt for him. What if it had been my dad? It definitely puts things into perspective. I felt a presence next to me and I looked up into the sad, blue eyes of Brittany.

"You heard about Kurt's dad?" I asked her, my voice low. She nodded.

"It's super sad. Do you think I should give Kurt the report I did on heart attacks? He can give it to the doctor." Brittany said. I smiled softly at her.

"Yeah, Britt. I think he would like that." I knew her heart was in the right place.

"I'll give it to him in Glee." She nodded resolutely. I sighed. This was so fucked. Burt Hummel was one of the greatest guys I had ever known. He had loved Kurt through his whole life. Through losing his mom. Through coming out. And he was finally finding some happiness with Mrs. Hudson.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by a hand on my waist followed by arms wrapping around me. I looked past Quinn's shoulder to see that Sam had Brittany wrapped in a tight hug.

"I don't know what happened but you both look really sad." Quinn whispered softly in my ear and I felt my sadness overwhelm me for a minute before pulling it together. I pulled back just enough to look at my boyfriend and almost started crying at the concern etched across his face. I blinked back the tears and shook my head.

"Kurt's dad is in the hospital. Arrhythmia and a heart attack. He's comatose and it's not looking good." I told him and his face fell and I could see Sam's shoulders tense. He pulled away from Brittany a moment later, but left his arm around her waist as he turned to look at me. "I mean…I'm not very close with Kurt. We aren't really friends. I mean, we are all a really big dysfunctional family…but we aren't friendly. But this…really puts things into perspective. I mean the poor kid has already lost his mother and spent almost his whole life being bullied because he's gay…and…and…it could have been my dad. I could be your dad. Britt's dad." I cried as a few tears leaked out of my eyes and Quinn pulled me tight against him again. It took a few minutes to get myself under control. "But I can't lose it, because it isn't my dad and I feel so selfishly grateful that it isn't." Quinn didn't let go of me. Not once. He rubbed soothing circles on my back and kissed my temple.

"You just have to be there for him San." Quinn whispered and I nodded against his chest.

"I know. I need to go fix my face." I said softly as I pulled away from him. I kissed him gently before holding my hand out for Brittany. She took it.

"I'll see you in class." I said to him, our eyes meeting and he nodded, his eyes sad. I nodded and turned around, pulling Britt with me toward the bathroom.

Quinn POV

"I don't even know the kid and I feel for him." Sam said from beside me as we watched our girls walk away.

"This is gonna fuck up that whole club." I murmured. "Like San said, they are a huge dysfunctional family." Sam put his hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at him.

"We should find a church, Luke." I stared at him for a moment. I went by Luke for the longest time but when I started high school I asked to be called Quinn. But during serious moments, moments like this…they always called me Luke.

"We don't need a church to pray, little brother." I whispered.

"I know. But I still want to find one." He whispered back. I nodded.

"We'll find one. I'll talk to mom." He nodded before pulling me into a hug.

"I don't know what I would do if it was you." I clenched my jaw as I held him tightly.

"Same."

Santana POV

When the last class let out, Britt and I stopped at our lockers on our way to Glee Club. She pulled out her colorful report on heart attacks that had been done with crayon on construction paper.

"Are you sure he'll like it?" She asked me with big eyes.

"I really do." I said with a small smile. She nodded and we walked together toward the choir room. Kurt was sitting along before we all walked in. Tina hugged him and Kitty touched his arm gently before sitting next to him. I sighed and we stepped up in front of him.

"Hey Kurt. We're really sorry about your dad's heart attack." I said quietly.

"Thanks, Santana." He whispered.

"I did a book report on heart attacks if you want to give it to the doctor." Brittany said as she pulled her report out and handed it to him. "I got knocked down an entire letter grade because it was written in crayon." Brittany continued and he looked at her and I could tell he appreciated it, even if he didn't understand it. I put my hand on Brittany's shoulder, guiding her to our seats as Finn stormed in, Rachel hot on his heels.

"What the hell happened?" He demanded, coming to stand in front of Kurt. Kurt looked alarmed and pissed off.

"My dad's in the hospital." He stated.

"I know. My mom just called me. I feel like I'm the last one to know!" Finn said scrunching his face.

"Well, I'm sorry Finn. It didn't occur to me to call you because he's not your father." Kurt shot back angrily. That seemed a little uncalled for.

"Yeah, well he's the closest I'm ever gonna get! Okay. I know it might not look like what everyone else has but I thought we were sort of a family." Finn trailed off and I felt for him. I really did. I felt for both of those boys. Finn had already lost his father and I felt myself wrapping my arms around my body. Kurt just shook his head and sat down. "Look, I guess I just…I…I didn't like overhearing other people talking about it in gym class." Finn said softly. Kurt thought about what he said for a moment before taking his bag off the chair next to him. Finn took the hint and sat down next to Kurt as Mr. Shue came in.

"Hey guys. Our thoughts are all with Kurt and uh…I know it's sort of hard to really focus on anything else."

"Mr. Shue?" Mercedes interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"I've been struggling, trying to figure out what I want to say to Kurt all day. And I realize I don't want to say it, I want to sing it." Shue motioned for her to come down.

"This song is about being in a very dark place and turning to God. It's a spiritual song, Mr. Shue. Is that okay?"

"It's fine."

"Tina? Kitty? Can you help me out, please?" She asked softly and the two named girls stood and crossed the floor to stand by the band as the music started.

As I lay me down,
Heaven hear me now.
I'm lost without a cause
After giving it my all.

Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun.
After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?

I look to you.
I look to you.
After all my strength is gone,
In you I can be strong

The music swelled and Tina and Kitty came in on the backup vocals. It was a truly beautiful song.

I look to you.
I look to you.
And when melodies are gone,
In you I hear a song.
I look to you.

I look to you.

"Thank you, Mercedes. Your voice is stunning but I don't believe in God." Kurt said as the applause died down.

"Wait, what?" Tina asked, halfway to her seat.

"You've all professed your beliefs. I'm just stating mine. I think God is kind of like Santa Clause for adults. Otherwise, God's kind of a jerk. Isn't he. I mean, he makes me gay and then has his followers going around telling me it's some thing that I chose. As if someone would choose to be mocked every single day of their life. And right now, I don't want a heavenly father. I want my real one back." His words hit every nerve in my body, reminding me of my own struggle with my faith.

"But Kurt, how do you know? I mean, you can't prove that there's no God." Mercedes asked. Kurt sighed.

"You can't prove that there is a magical teapot floating around on the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside of it that reads romance novels and shoots lightning out of it's boobs but it seems pretty unlikely doesn't it?" He retorted. Kitty shook her head and I felt my own heart clench.

"Is God an evil dwarf?" Brittany asked confused. I shook my head.

"We shouldn't be talking like this." Kitty said firmly. "It's not right."

"I'm sorry, Kitty." Kurt said, getting to his feet. "But you all can believe whatever you want to. But I can't believe something I don't. I appreciate your thoughts. But I don't want your prayers." I watched Kurt walk out of the room and wished more than ever that I could do something.

Shue dismissed us shortly after and I immediately went in search of Quinn, finding him outside the locker room, getting ready for soccer practice. He saw me coming and had his arms open as I fell into them, a sob escaping my lips as I held on to him tightly.

"What if he isn't real?" I cried and he shushed me.

"Calm down, San. It's okay. It's okay, baby." He whispered into my hair. I took deep breaths, trying to get myself under control. "Remember your verse? Psalms 3:5? Trust in the Lord with all your heart." He said softly and I nodded. "Trust him, San." He whispered again. I nodded and sniffed before pulling away.

"Thank you for being here." I told him softly. He took my face in both of his hands, cradling my head gently.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He murmured quietly before kissing me gently.

"Shit, I must be such a mess." I said shaking my head. He chuckled softly.

"You're beautiful, Santana." He said with a small smile and I believed him. He made me feel beautiful.

"You're far too sweet to me." He shook his head.

"Nothing less than what you deserve." He said softly. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"I need to go clean up before Cheerios practice. I'll see you after?" He smiled.

"Of course. Take it easy and be safe today." He said, knowing my head wasn't all there. I nodded.

"Good luck at practice." He smiled and nodded and I turned to head for the girl's locker room.

"Oh and San?" He called after me and I turned to him. "Trust him." He said as he pointed up and I nodded.

"Trust him." I repeated. He kissed his first two fingers, touched them to his chest and held them out to me. I returned his gesture and he flashed me a smile before disappearing out to the field.