A/N: Reading the story "Conversations About God" by the author goodgollymolly, here on gave me the inspiration for this next chapter. Someone once asked in a review, if I would take a chance at a non-canon scene for this story, so here it goes!

Kurt walked into the choir room the day after his father moved his fingers. Kurt was ecstatic. He walked in, and started to bounce. Everyone looked at him strangely, because that's not something you're supposed to do when your father is lying comatose in a hospital bed. "What's up with you, Kurt?" Mercedes asked gently.

Smiling, Kurt told them the news. "My fathers waking up." Everyone's faces lit up, but everyone heard him say "waking" instead of "woke" up.

"What do you mean, he's waking up, Kurt?" Mr. Schuester asked.

"Last night, I went to the hospital, and I was talking to him. I was telling him about how Mercedes asked me to go along with her to her church, and what I realized there. As I was telling him this….his index finger on his left hand started to move." Kurt beamed. Everyone let out a cheer.

"That's great, Kurt." Quinn told him kindheartedly.

"Thanks. He hasn't woken up fully yet, but I know he's going to." Kurt said confidently. "He has to."

"I'm so happy for you, Kurt. You won't be an orphan dolphin now!" Brittany said cheerfully. Santana, who was sitting closest to Brittany just shook her head, and started to whisper something no one else could hear into Britt's ear.

"Thanks Brittany…" Kurt shook it off, the knowledge that had his father not woken up, he would have become and orphan, and who knows what would have happened then. "But things are going to be okay. I'm going to be fine."

After the Glee Club finished their performance of "What if God Was One of Us," Kurt and Mercedes were walking around the school, just burning time. Kurt was under the concept that if he hadn't gotten a phone call from the hospital, that means there hasn't been any chance, and no change, is better than worse change. "So you never told me, what you realized while you were at church with me, Kurt." She asked, genuinely curious.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Kurt asked, knowing how much she worshiped God, and how much this was likely to hurt her.

"Yea, I do."

"At first, when I got there, I thought it was going to be a waste of time. I mean, in any other situation, what else would a bunch of people sitting around in uncomfortable chairs, listening to some man lecture on about things you can look up in a book, be? We go through it every day during school." Mercedes giggled, understanding where Kurt was coming from. "But then you and the choir started to sing. You were phenomenal, just like always."

"Thanks, Kurt."

"But I also realized, that the invisible man in the sky that you all can feel, and believe in, I can't." He shook his head as he said it, to emphasize his point.

"What do you mean?"

"When I was there, I saw people who seriously seemed uplifted because they were in church, something that 3 days later would be used for Bingo." He said sarcastically. "They seemed so moved that just by being in church, they were more connected to the invisible figure they call God."

"Well yea, that's what is supposed to happen."

"I don't have that capability." Kurt shrugged. "I can't feel him, I never could."

"Have you tried?" Kurt nodded.

"Yea, Mercedes. I did. When my mom died, I had no idea what was going on. All I can remember is thinking 'why was she taken away from me?' Because when you're 9 years old, you really don't understand death as much as you do when you're 16, 20, or 40. Hell death is still a hard concept to grasp right now, but at least we understand that when you're dead, you don't come back to life."

"True, very true."

"But when she died, I remember everyone telling me that it was part of God's plan, or God's will. That if I looked to God, that I would find comfort that my mom was no longer with us. I tried, I really did. But I just couldn't connect. It's like there's a firewall between God and me, blocking me from his path."

"I've never heard it explained like that."

"Even if I wanted to believe in God, I can't. Because I can't feel him, I have no proof that he is there. I need some sort of proof that he's there, in order for me to be able to feel him."

"But that's not faith, Kurt."

"Yes it is. Can you feel God, right now? Like can you feel his spirit around you, can you feel that just by praying to him, you know he's with you?"

Mercedes dwelled on this answer for a minute, but nodded.

"Then it's not faith, is it? Faith is believing, without knowing. Believing, without having proof that something is there. But you just confirmed, that you do have proof that he's there. Because you can feel him. I can't. I can't feel him, I can't get into the headspace necessary to find a way to him. It's great that you can, but I need to find something else to believe in, because god just won't do it for me."

"So what do you believe in, Kurt?" Mercedes asked him. He just smiled.

"I believe in my dad. I believe that he's strong enough to come out of the coma. I believe that he's strong enough to work hard enough to improve his health so he won't have another heart attack. I believe he'll do what he has to in order to survive. Because in the end, that's all I need to believe in. All I need to believe in, is him."