Most of the graduates had just left earlier that day but now they're all flying back, no matter what they had planned or where they were going, everyone's coming back. 'How do you accept a nineteen year old dying? How do you accept anyone dying? Short answer, you don't. I will miss him forever. Is there something we, I could've done? Afterall I was his brother, should I have known? But the cold, hard truth says that no one could've known. When something like this happens all that you can do is try to remain strong enough to be a survivor and to be weak enough to turn to those you still have left. Almost everyone came back, almost everyone except her.'

Kurt walks into the living wearing a simple black tux. Not the kind that one would wear for Prom or a special event like a wedding, no the kind that no one ever wants to own but everyone does, the kind that belongs to death and only makes an appearance when death strikes. His dad and Carole are waiting for him, they have both been crying, everyone has. Before he came home he managed to get ahold of Rachel and Blaine called Sebastian, somehow knowing that that would be the quickest way to contact Santana. He left Blaine's around two and managed to get home in one piece by two fifteen. Both Carole and Burt were still awake, Carole crying while pacing the kitchen and Burt calmly sitting on the couch but Kurt knew by the look on his face that he was barely keeping it together. His dad told him the cause of death was drugs, an accidental OD. 'People have been asking me how am I? Do I want to talk about it? How did he die? I'm not interested the one second in his life that he dide but more how he lived.'

"Are you ready?" Burt asks, waking Kurt up from his grief.

"No," Kurt responds as he follows his dad and Carole to the family truck. The funeral is today, they wanted it that way, that's what they feel is best. He feels empty now, like there's no purpose in life without Finn. Without Finn he would be in that casket and Finn would be wearing a black suit. 'Is it my fault? They say it's chemical, not just the drugs, but the drive to go that far. They say the truest cause of suicide is chemical, but they've also said so is love. How can two very different things have the same cause? He saved me, he did everything he could to help me and when he needed someone to hold onto I let go. This is my fault.' Burt knows what his son is thinking, he knows that from the look on his face and the silence that Kurt is blaming himself. "It was not your fault. Ok? He made the choice all by himself. Kurt don't blame yourself." Burt bends his arm back to pant Kurt's knee but Kurt just pushes his hand away and cranks the air up in the backseat even though it's the middle of November.

"I should've known. I should've done something." Kurt finally says what he's thinking. "You didn't know, there's nothing that you could've done." Burt is trying to be as gentle as he can with Kurt. He knows that Kurt blames himself but he knows that he can't change Kurt's mind. "Well someone needs to start taking the blame! He's gone and you're acting like it's no big deal!" Kurt finally snaps, yelling at his dad and his dad yelling back until finally Carole has to tell them both to knock it off and stop fighting. "Sorry." Kurt mutters as he leans against the iced over back window and the silence is once again restored.