I will be continuing! Although I'm not sure for how long. This chapter is as deep as the first my friends, but well, it was required. Sorry.

Some people like to talk about how they fell in love, but anyone who has ever loved and lost, knows that you can fall right out of love just as quickly.

Something hard had collided roughly with Finn's chest, Kurt. That was the beginning of this whole mess, Kurt had tripped and fell into Finn while bustling around the basement the two boys still shared. The smaller boy had doing that a lot lately, falling, usually into Finn, and the jock had been becoming sick of it, becoming sick of being touched by Kurt. It seemed like the boy was faking his little stumbles just to be able to feel Finn. He wasn't gay, he wasn't a fag, and he didn't like Kurt touching him. God, why did Kurt have to go and fall in love with him?

The tainted smell of death flooded throughout the corridors of the ICU. Kurt had been rushed the hospital and taken in for surgery immediately. He had grazed his heart with the bullet, and had bled out from there. Finn was pretty sure that was the part he would remember most; the blood. God, there was so much of it. The white carpet of the newly renovated guest room was covered with the sticky red substance and the image of Kurt lying in the puddle of it was burned into his mind. It was like his eyes couldn't see anything else, nothing but Kurt, and all that blood.

Mercedes had been called hours ago, and had shown up hours ago, but the normally loud girl was almost eerily silent, and it unnerved Finn more than he thought it would. He had whispered to Puck several times how much he wanted her and Kurt to shut up, but now he wanted nothing more than for the smaller boy to wake up and for the two of them to start chatting about what was in style these days.

Finn almost wished that he could be upset about hurting Kurt so badly, but he wasn't. He had said what he felt, and he was sick of Kurt draping himself all over him like he used to. The jock had hoped for them to be over that stepping stone but it seemed the kicker had been intent on backtracking every time they got a step ahead.

Although Finn wasn't upset about what he said, he was torn apart by the consequences of his words, and that itself was enough to make him do what he knew he ought to.

Dear Mom and Burt,

Make sure that he lives, because he is amazing. I wish I could be sorry for what I said, but I'm not, and that's why I have to leave. When that boy wakes up he's gunna need people that won't hurt him and that's all I seem to be able to do. He's my brother, and I'm only sorry for saying one thing. I do love him, just, not it the way he'll always want me to. I'm sorry.

Finn

The squeal of tires was heard out front of the hospital and the three occupants of Kurt's room rushed to the window, a crushed body was laying on the asphalt three stories below them. As Carole burst into tears, Mercedes squinted her eyes closed to hide the image before her. Only Burt muttered two words everyone was thinking as he comforted the sobbing woman in his arms. "Oh Finn."

Again, this is rated for sensitive matter. It only get worse in this chapter people. Sorry but it had to be done. I have no clue how I could continue with this with Finn still as a character so, I apologize but I had to. Sadly Finn will not be waking up. I love his character, so I decided guilt-ridden-and-suicidal Finn was better than I-dont-care-that-my-almost-brother-shot-himself Finn. If anyone tells me this isn't very realistic they obviously havent lived with the guilt of causing something so drastic. Finn obviously wouldn't be thinking straight and might even be so guilt ridden that he felt he deserved to die. So therefore, he jumped out in front of a car. End of argument.

Love you guys, and I promise this will get better. R&R