Chapter 12- Grilled Cheesus


Kurt really needed to find Finn.

After the debate about Finn finding about out Burt, they had both been pretty mad at each other. Kurt was mostly mad at the world for hospitalising his father, but he was also mad at Finn. He completely understood where Finn was coming from; he would want to know if it was Carole, but he wasn't in a position where he could think rationally at the moment. Kurt figured that Finn was mad at Kurt for not telling him, but excuse him if Finn wasn't the first thing on his mind after his dad's arrhythmia. He just couldn't deal with Finn commenting that he thought an arrhythmia was a musical term due to the presence of the word rhythm inside it. Kurt just knew it would make him more irritated. He was going to tell Finn in person at home, but Finn had bitten his head off first.

He just knew that he would find Finn in the locker room. However, he did not expect to see what he walked in on. Oh how he wished he walked in on Finn masturbating, rather than seeing the situation that occurred instead.

"What are you doing?" Finn had his back to him. He was kneeling and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Finn Hudson was praying.

"Praying." Finn quickly turned around. Living with the big buffoon enabled Kurt to know his idiosyncrasies Kurt knew that whenever Finn bit his bottom lip, he was hiding something. Something that would cause drama if someone found out about it. Also, crushing on the guy for years helped a little bit to figuring him out.

"I know you have a newfound love for Jesus or whatever but, Finn, you don't pray."

"Well I do now." Finn was so indignant about his new religion that he completely missed Kurt's subtle movement so that he could see what was behind Finn's back.

"Is that the sandwich from the fridge that you labelled 'Do NOT Eat'?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

"No!"

"Finn, I can see it. You're forgetting that I live in the same house as you. Now do I have to remind you about how unsanitary it is to have food in the same place as where unhealthy athletes come to sweat? Not to mention the bacteria going around. The saran wrap doesn't prevent all food bacteria, you know."

"I wasn't going to eat it!" Finn said before he realised that Kurt was way smart and was definitely going to figure it out.

"Then what were—oh. Finn, let me see that sandwich."

Finn, knowing his cause was lost, handed Kurt the plate.

Kurt began to laugh. "Oh my Gaga, this is Jesus Christ on a grilled cheese sandwich."

"It's a Grilled Cheesus!" Finn piped up unhelpfully.

"That is possibly the stupidest thing I've ever seen in my life. Also the blending of 'cheese' and 'Jesus' is completely childish. Why would you carry this around with you?"

Finn said nothing. Maybe Kurt hadn't figured it out after all. He was smart enough to know that you shouldn't tell people things presuming that they already know.

"No reason."

"Finn Hudson. Do you mean to tell me that you've been praying to the grilled cheese?" Finn's slow nod make Kurt chuckle. "Okay, wow. You do realise that you can go to church to pray? Basically anywhere but a locker room and to a sandwich no less."

"Don't laugh. I'm serious about this."

"I'm sure you are. You know my stance on religion so we won't discuss that again, but even an atheist like me is able to know that God is not listening to you through savoury food products!"

"Why are you shouting at me?" Finn shot back. Kurt sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

"I'm sorry I'm just on edge, I guess. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. If you want to pray for my dad, you should be allowed to. Even if it is to a sandwich."

Finn froze. He suddenly felt extremely guilty. Why hadn't he thought to pray to Grilled Cheesus about Burt's health? Instead he had prayed for the football game to win their first game and for Rachel to let him touch her boobs. He really was an awful person. "Yeah."

"Finn…"

"Kurt."

"You have been praying for my dad, haven't you?" Kurt felt rage. More rage than when Rachel Berry entered the building wearing a lemon yellow pantsuit.

"Of course I have!" Finn lied weakly. He was a really bad liar. Especially to Kurt, who had the instincts of a bloodhound and could sniff out liars better than Coach Sylvester could.

"Liar. You haven't been praying for him at all. Tell me what you've been praying for that's so much more important than my last remaining blood relative." Kurt demanded to know what took priority in Finn's life.

"That's private!"

"I'm sure. Frankly, I'm certain I could guess. You're in the locker room, so I assume you've been praying for the football team to get its act together and win for the first time since I quit. What else is important in your life? Being quarterback. I'm sure you've prayed for that considering the fact that Sam was taken out of the practice yesterday due to a broken shoulder. And what else? You're a sexually-driven teen, I'm sure you've prayed to 'God' about getting places with Rachel. Am I on the right track?"

Finn just nodded in defeat, ready to take the punishment he deserved from his almost-brother.

Kurt's shoulders slumped as he fought off tears. He would not shed any more tears over Finn Hudson's selfishness. Instead, he was just pissed.

"How the fuck could you do that?! You visited my father lying helplessly in the hospital bed with no means of waking up from his injury! You cried! And here you are, being as selfish as you always have been! I guess precedent never changes, does it?"

Finn didn't know what the president had to do with Grilled Cheesus, but he didn't want to interrupt Kurt's speech.

"I knew you were self-absorbed, but this is a new low, even for you. I even had Noah Puckerman, the one person who doesn't really give a shit about anything, hugging me and asking me if I was okay! That's something you've not even asked yet! My father could die and you're too concerned with getting laid! Rachel would be so offended if she found out that you prayed to God to get in her pants and she'd probably finish with you. You don't want that, do you? Not when you're quarterback and on top of the world! Well, listen here, I'm having the worst week of my life and you're not even kind enough to offer me support. I know I didn't want the girls praying for my dad, but they did it anyway! Because they care! I've apologised for my behaviour regarding their prayers and they're coming to the hospital tonight and every day after to pray for my father. And you're asking a fucking sandwich to make you quarterback again."

"Kurt, I get it."

"No. I don't think you do. If you did, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. If it were Carole who was in the hospital, I would be doing everything I could for you. Your homework, rides to the hospital, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on. You've given me nothing! You're just too concerned with your image and your girlfriend to think about your family!

"And you had better apologise to Sam Evans. He's in the hospital too. They're fixing his shoulder and he's on morphine because the pain is too much. That's another injured or sick person that you don't give a shit about! Seriously, were you dropped on your head?"

"It wasn't my fault that Sam got hurt!"

"So you prayed to be quarterback and the quarterback mysteriously picks up a season-ending injury in practice? I'm disgusted that you're not even taking responsibility. This, right here, is immature. You're no more of a man than a seven year old. You're selfish, unsupportive, self-absorbed and uncaring! Sort yourself out before you realise that you've alienated everybody who ever cared about you!" Kurt smashed his fist against the nearest locker, not even feeling the pain that shot through his bone. Realising that he was still holding the plate, he tossed it against the wall, the plate crashing to the floor in small fragments.

"Remember, the sandwich isn't good to eat." Kurt said moodily before storming out of the locker room. He needed to leave. He would skip afternoon classes and go the hospital. Maybe he would stop by and see Sam Evans before his visited his father. He would probably end up telling Sam what happened and apologising on Finn's behalf. He wasn't go to see his father in an angry state as he was now.

He just hoped Finn would grow the fuck up sometime soon.