LOTS of action in this chapter! No song this time.

Finn sat at his kitchen counter in his pajamas, staring at the homework he hadn't even started. His mom was on a date with Kurt's dad, but she had left the Television on in the other room. Finn could go turn it off, but he liked the background sound. It made him feel less alone. Finn squinted at the digital clock next to him and tapped it like a fish tank. He felt it must have said 9:00pm for an hour.

Finn looked down at his large hands. They were resting on the counter as though he was going to try and play the counter like a piano.

"I have big hands." Finn thought. "Kurt has such small hands. I bet if I held his hand you wouldn't even be able to see it anymore." He chuckled, and then sighed guiltily. Lately, Finn's thoughts had somehow led to Kurt every time he spaced out, which was a lot. At first, Finn didn't notice, but he became aware when he was daydreaming about kissing Rachel during Spanish class, and Rachel turned into Kurt in his mind.

Finn slapped the counter as he stood up, and then stood there awkwardly as he discovered he didn't have anywhere in mind to go. He looked up as if to search his mind for an answer, but ended up walking out the front door without a destination. He needed air. He would take a walk. In his McKinley High Football t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

Kurt decided to go for a walk too. He, of course, changed his clothes first. He slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans. They were the smallest size possible and still not as tight as Kurt would have liked. He added shiny black boots, a belt, a white v neck t-shirt, and his navy blue Marc Jacobs jacket.

Then Kurt studied himself in the mirror. He ran his hand down the side of his face, pulling his bottom lip down a bit with the end of his pinky finger. Then he dropped his hand and pushed his bangs into place with the other hand. Kurt stared into his own opalescent blue-green eyes. He was unsatisfied, but walked away from the mirror and out the front door.

Kurt walked for a long time. The wind was cold, and it messed up his bangs, but he didn't fix them. His boots made a loud clacking sound on the pavement. That and the wind were the only sounds in the night air. It was dark. Kurt found himself wondering about trivial things, like how and when the light bulbs in lamp posts get changed. A particularly cold wind stung Kurt's face and he shivered.

Kurt stopped and looked around. He was standing on a sidewalk going along the edge of a river. There was a rusty bridge going across it for trains to pass over. The water was dark green and the moonlight shined in it. Kurt remembered being a little boy on car trips and thinking that the moon followed their car. He laughed his staccato hum of a laugh and then breathed in at the uncomfortable broken silence.

Kurt stepped forward to get a better look at his friend the moon. His toes hung over the edge of the sidewalk. Then a particularly violent gust of wind came up behind Kurt and sent him falling over the edge into the water.

Kurt's tiny body made a quiet splash for such a fall, and the water above him settled before his head popped up again. He blinked and coughed out metallic tasting water. The current was strong. Kurt felt like the wind was freezing the water on his cheeks. He had no control over where the current was taking him.

Then Kurt felt something sharp pierce through his jeans and his leg. It was some kind of wire at the bottom of the river. Kurt screamed in pain, but the sound was stopped by water filling his nose and mouth. Then the current whipped him around with the wire still lodged in Kurt's calf muscle, and his head slammed into the wall of the sidewalk, hard. Blood ran down the side of Kurt's face. He heard his heartbeat loud in his head. The edge of his vision was blurred. He couldn't hear the wind or the water anymore. Water covered his mouth and flapped up to his nose whenever the current shifted. Kurt's body went limp and numb. It was like he was waking up from a dream and was too tired to do anything about his certain death.

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