Parties, money, luxury, glamour and scheming – This is McKinley Academy, the one and only highschool for upper class children of politicians, billionaires or otherwise powerful people. Everyone envies those teens attending the elite school, thinking they have it all, but are their lives really as picture perfect as one might think?

Rachel is devastated after Finn had broken her heart, but he is ready to fight for their love. Kurt is still struggling with his sexuality but doesn't want to let Blaine go. Santana's royal family wants her to marry a wealthy man despite her being gay and her feelings for Brittany. Puck realizes that he loves Quinn, but his love doesn't stand a chance cause James Hudson is planning to get her engaged to one of his grandsons. And what's going on between Mercedes and Sam?

Part two of the glamorous world of McKinley where all that glitters isn't necessarily gold...

A/N: I'm back again! Yes, I said it would take some time until I upload part two, but I will upload two chapters now because I'm gonna celebrate the Easter Holidays with my family & I'm not gonna be able to update for a while.

In this sequel, it won't be all about Finchel, other pairings will also get more relevant storylines...

Just wanted to prepare you :P

Of course, this work is based on "Save you" by Mona Kasten.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

Kurt's brother was drunk. Really drunk.

For three days now, Finn was not really responsive. He had been doing nothing but having an endless party, downing bottle after bottle after bottle.
Kurt didn't get how Finn could act like that. Apparently, his brother didn't care that their family life was in shards now. Their grandmother was dead, their parents where stuck on the Fiji Islands because planes weren't allowed to take off due to a hurricane and they weren't able to come over anytime soon. On top of that, there was no trace of grandfather.

"I think that's his way to mourn."

Kurt looked at Sam next to him. He was the only one who knew what happened. He had told Sam after Finn had been drunk at his party and made out with Quinn in front of Rachel's eyes.
Someone had to help him bring Finn home without Andy or James noticing in what condition Finn was. Kurt knew Sam since they had been in kindergarten, he knew he could trust him with the secret although James didn't want anyone knowing about Elaine's death before the official press release took place. Not even Mike, Puck or Artie knew about it.

Without Sam's help, Kurt never would've gotten through the last three days. Sam had convinced James to leave Finn alone for a while and told Finn's friends not to pose any questions for now. They followed orders, but Kurt could see how it got harder for them to watch Finn destroying himself more and more.

While Finn was busy drowning his sorrow in alcohol, Kurt could only think about how things would be from now on. His grandmother was dead. He had already lost his mother, and his grandmother's death hurt so much more.

Something inside Kurt shattered after he found out about Elaine's death, and he could imagine that it was the same with Finn.

"I don't know how to help him.", Kurt whispered while he watched Finn downing another shot. It hurt so much seeing him suffering.

Finn couldn't continue doing that.

His brother eventually needed to face the reality.

And Kurt was convinced there was only one person who could help him.

For the millionth time, he retrieved his phone, dialing Rachel's number, but she didn't pick up. Again. Kurt wanted to be mad at her, but he just couldn't. If he caught Blaine with someone else, he would be mad at him or everyone who had something to do with him as well.

"Are you calling her again?", Sam asked skeptically. When Kurt nodded, he frowned.

Sam was convinced that Rachel only wanted Finn's money. Kurt knew that it wasn't true, but he couldn't talk Sam out of this. And although it was kind of frustrating, Kurt knew that it was Sam's way to care about his friends.

But then, Sam's face expression softened. "I acted like a dick on Wednesday. I really didn't know Rachel liked Finn, I thought she was just an amusement for him.", he mumbled bashfully.

"Finn doesn't listen to any of us. Maybe Rachel could do something so that he doesn't freak out completely." Kurt noticed that his own voice sounded too cold and distant. But inside him, it was the opposite.

He was in pain, there was a big lump inside him that killed him from inside. Nothing didn't make sense anymore.

Kurt had lost one of the most important people in his life. He didn't know how he could get through all that alone. He needed his brother.

But Finn was busy drinking like no tomorrow and the last time Kurt had seen his grandfather had been on Wednesday. He was busy planning the future of Hummel-Hudson's with attorneys and advisers. For Elaine's funeral, he had only engaged a woman called Jane. Of course he had no time to organize the funeral of his own wife.

When he thought about his grandmother's funeral, Kurt felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. His eyes started burning but he quickly turned away from Sam.

"Kurt, dude…" But Kurt already left the room. The other boys couldn't see how he cried. After some time, they would start posing questions despite Sam's warning.

They were not dumb.

Finn never acted like that before. Even though he sometimes exaggerated, he knew when he crossed the line. His friends have already noticed that something was off now because Artie made disappear bottles of Scotch from the bar or Puck accidently dumped the contents of his Whiskey glass into the toilet.

Kurt couldn't wait until the secret finally got out. In a few minutes, the announcement of Elaine's death would be public, and the whole world would know about it.
He felt sick when he thought about the headlines and paparazzi in front of his home.

Kurt somehow stumbled to the library, holding on to the bookshelves. Right there on the back was an armchair, next to the window.

He always went to this place when he wanted to withdraw from everything all the years. Kurt sat down on the chair, hugged his knees and allowed the tears to fall.

Everything seemed like a never-ending nightmare to him. Kurt wished he was sixteen again where his grandmother was still alive, and Blaine was allowed to take him in his arms whenever he felt bad. He wiped his eyes with his hands and retrieved his phone.

Again, he tried calling his dad, and then Carole, but there was only voice mail. Not even his parents were there when he needed them the most.

Blaine was still among his favorite contacts on his phone although they didn't talk for months. He still didn't know Kurt's grandmother was dead, but Kurt didn't call him because Blaine didn't want him to.

Over two years, they called each other every day, and then, it just stopped all of a sudden. It was like a cold withdrawal for Kurt. And now, there was a relapse. Like on autopilot, he dialed Blaine's number. Blaine immediately picked up.

"No calls anymore, we arranged that.", Blaine said quietly. Hearing his voice was too much for Kurt. He needed to sob, pressing his hand in front of his mouth so that Blaine couldn't hear it.

But it was too late.

"Kurt?"

He couldn't answer. He had to breathe fast and uncontrolled.

Blaine didn't hang up. He stayed, making quiet, reassuring sounds. It kind of helped Kurt calm down, and he pressed his phone closer to his ear.

Around Blaine, Kurt always felt so save. He was his rock. Thanks to him, Kurt could leave the catastrophe with Adam behind and start a new future back then.

Hearing his voice helped him compose himself. Kurt didn't know how long he sat like that, but after some time, there were no tears left to cry.

"You know, I wish I could come over to you to be there for you right now.", Blaine whispered, his voice was quiet and painful.

"I know.", Kurt whispered back.

"But you are aware that I can't."

In the parlor, something shattered, and someone screamed. Whether it was out of pain or joy, Kurt had no idea. But he couldn't allow Finn to hurt himself physically.

"Sorry I called you.", Kurt said, broken, and ended the call.

His heart ached when he got up, looking after his brother.

A/N: Oh my poor boys...