A/N: Once again...taking the episode Grilled Cheesus and adding my own spin on it. Hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: Italics are direct quotes, if you recognize it, it's not mine.
Once again everyone was sitting in the middle of the choir room, this time however the focus wasn't on trying to help Kurt through the troubled time, but blaming him, for the so-called troubled time everyone else was going through. "Last week we were too sexy, this week we're too religious, we can't win." Tina complained. Everyone nodded along with her, like they agreed with her. Kurt just sat in the back corner of the room, not saying anything.
"Now I know what Miley feels like." Brittany quipped.
Rachel spoke up after a moment. "The real tragedy here is that I've found the most perfect spiritual song to sing this week and now it's been torn away from me like Sophie's daughter." Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. This was quite a ridiculous affair, because he didn't want to deal with listening to all their bullshit, he had to sit there, and listen to all this bullshit.
"Guys, you can still sing whatever songs you like that sum up your feelings about God, about spirit. You just can't do it on school time." He tried placating them. He knew how much this week was hurting Kurt, but at the same time, he knew that spirituality was the only way the rest of this class was going to get through the next few weeks.
"I hope you're happy, Kurt!" Santana spit out.
"Having the time of my life actually, Santana, thanks for asking."
"Guys, back off Kurt. He had every right to speak his mind." Kurt knew he should be thankful to Mister Schuester for helping him through this week, but at the same time, he just couldn't find it in his heart to be thankful for anything at this moment. Mercedes then spoke up.
"Look Kurt, we're sympathetic to all you're going through. But siding with Miss Sylvester isn't going to do anyone any good." She tried to reason with him. But he wasn't having any of that.
"It's doing me some good. Now I don't have to sit around listening to all you mental patients talk about how there's a God when I know, there isn't one." He shook his head. "I love you all, but you need to get over yourselves." He stood up and walked towards the front of the room, readying himself to leave the class, even though it was only the middle of fourth period. For the last few days, and probably for the foreseeable future, he was pretty much given a free 'roam the school' pass by any teacher who caught him in-between classes. They all knew he had more important things on his mind, than learning how to divide binomials, or how to conjugate verbs in French.
"I mean seriously guys? You're all sitting here, crying over the fact that you can't sing a silly song. Well guess what? I have more important things to deal with than crying over some silly glee club performance." Anyone who knew Kurt, knew that he took Glee club very seriously, and to call any performance silly meant he was hurting. "My father….he could… die…at any moment. And you're all upset because you can't sing a stupid fucking song?" He ignored Schuester's protest's at the young countertenor loud swearing. "Have any of you ever experienced emotional pain? I mean serious emotional heartbreak. Have any of you ever experienced emotional pain to the point where you'd rather get tossed into a dumpster twenty times instead? Where you'd rather have a slushie tossed in your face, rather than have to deal with the fact that you may never see your father smile at you again?" He glanced around the room to find a few people with indignent looks upon their faces. "Breaking up with your boyfriend/girlfriend of 2 weeks, or not getting a solo does not count." He watched the faces of his friends as they slowly changed from self-righteous to guilt. "I didn't think so."
"Kurt, we just want to help you." Mercedes tried to tell him.
"By what? Telling me that believing in God will make my father better? That praying will somehow make my father live?" He shook his head. "No. I refuse to be taken in by the lie that is faith. Who knows, maybe there is some supernatural being out there, with the capabilities to take our prayers into consideration and effect change in the world. But why would he? If it's all part of His Divine Plan, why would he change it, just because some small gay boy in the middle of no-wheresville Ohio asked him to? There is no point."
"You need to believe in something, Kurt." Quinn tried.
"No Quinn, I don't. I don't need to believe in God, or in Jesus or anything similar. I believe in science. I believe in facts. I believe what can be proven. I mean hell, even if there were a God, and he decided to grace the entire world with his presence…do you think anyone would believe him? Or would he be sent away into the local psyche ward?" He paused to let the irony of the facts sink in. "You can all believe in Him if you want to, but I don't need to hear about him right now. I refuse to be sorry for what I did with Miss Sylvester. She at least understands what I want right now, instead of trying to tell me what I need."
He turned around and walked out the door, but stopped at the threshold. "It's a sad, sad day when Sue Sylvester takes my beliefs and considerations to heart, before my friends do."