Quinn helped Mike down the hallway. According to the doctor, Mike was fine, but he should probably go home and rest. Halfway down the hall Mike stopped.

"What is it?" Quinn said. Mike reached up and brushed a few strands of hair off his forehead. "Mike?" Quinn raised her voice a little. What was going on?

"Kurt is dead." Mike didn't look at her when he said it.

"I know it's hard, but…"

"Kurt is dead."

"Mike you have to listen to me…"

"Kurt is…"

"Mike! Stop it! Listen," She grabbed his shoulders and turned him so she could see his eyes. "Mike I know that it hard to understand, but please don't shut me out. You have to go home you're not thinking clearly. Just go home and rest." He sighed and started walking again. They reached the waiting room only to be met by hugs, questions, and Brittany asking them if they were dead.

Will checked the water. Yep, it was boiling. He put the pasta in and watched the little noodles float around. He sat down at the table across from Emma. She looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"I've made up my mind Will." She said.

"Made up your mind?" Will looked at her.

"I'm going to marry you." Emma got up and sat on Will's lap, "Time runs out too soon. I want to be your wife." Will ran his hand over Emma's hair.

"We have all the time in the world Em, and you know that. We don't have to rush into anything."

"I'm not rushing," Said Emma, "I just want to be with you all of that time."

"I want to be with you." Will kissed her. Neither of them cared that the pot of pasta was boiling over.

"Attention visitors. Visiting hours shall conclude in five minuets. Please make your way to the front exit." The members of Glee looked at each other.

"I guess I should get going." Rachel said, "I called my dad. He's coming to pick me up." The group nodded and proceeded to say goodbye and ask each other if they could get a ride home.

"Wait!" Finn called out, "I have to give you these. They're from Kurt." After everyone had taken their letter and left, Finn ran up to Artie's room. He walk in to see Artie and the twenty year old talking.

"Oh, sorry." He said, awkwardly, "I just came to give Artie this. It's from Kurt." Tyler took the letter from Finn.

"Thanks." Was all he said. From the look on Tyler's face, Finn could tell Artie hadn't told him about Kurt. Finn nodded and walked out. He still had the list that Matt had given him. He looked up Puck's room number and ran there as fast as he could. He got there just as Puck's mom and little sister were walking out.

"Finn," Mrs. Puckerman said, "How are you?"

"I'm holding up alright." He tried to sound calm but couldn't keep a small tremble out of his voice.

"I heard about Kurt." She said, sympathetically "I'm sorry." Finn knew Mrs. Puckerman from times when he slept over at Puck's house. She patted his shoulder and got on the elevator with her daughter. Finn walked into the room.

"Hey, Puck." He said.

"Finn!" Puck sat up, "Dude, I heard about Kurt. I wish there was something I could do."

"There's nothing." Finn said plainly, "I have to go soon. I came to give you this." Finn held out the letter. Puck took it and looked at Finn.

"Dude, what going on? You're all…" Puck trailed off, "I guess that's what happens when you lose… Look I'm sorry I…"

"Puck, I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anyone." Finn sat on the edge of Puck's bed. Puck's eyes widened, but he nodded.

"Okay," Finn took a breath, "It's my fault that Kurt's dead." Puck put his hand on Finn's shoulder.

"I know it feels that way but you couldn't have done anything to help him."

"No." Finn looked hard at Puck, "They were trying to get him to the hospital, but I made them take Rachel instead." Finn turned to Puck with tears in his eyes. "I killed my brother." Puck lay back on his pillow and groaned. The pain medication was wearing of.

"Finn," Puck said, "You know that's not true. You may have saved Rachel's life. Besides, from what I overheard from the nurses, there was nothing they could have done. Even if he got here faster." Puck reached out his hand and put it back on Finn's shoulder. "Don't beat yourself up over this. You've got to go home and rest. Talk it over with your mom. All I can tell you is that I don't think there can be anymore bad news coming."

"Tina's in a coma."

Puck fell back on his pillows.

"Oh god,"

Rachel lay on her bed in her room. She watched the tears drip off her nose and join the little puddle on the floor. The guilt of not telling Artie about Tina was slowly creeping into the corners of her mind. She rolled onto her side and heard something crinkle beneath her. Rachel checked her pocket and found the letter that Kurt had written. With a small sigh she opened it. It read:

Dear Rachel,

I would be lying if I said that I knew what to say to you. I do know that I wanted to say sorry. Sorry for all those times I teased you. Sorry for trying to steal Finn. Sorry for thinking you were just an annoying girl that I envied far to much. I know that there were difficulties in our relationship, but I still felt as though you were my friend. I also remember that you came and saved Finn and I when we were about to be destroyed. For this I thank you. I also thank you for the singing lessons you forced upon me, though I admit I never did those warm ups you told me to do.

Rachel, there is one thing I wanted to tell you. When we were battling for the Defying Gravity solo, I threw the high F. I know you probably would have won anyway, but I thought you deserved to know the truth. Goodbye Rachel.

Love,

Kurt

For a long time Rachel stared at the letter. Then she lay back down on her bed and surrendered to the forgiving world of sleep.

Puck ran down the hall. He was drenched in sweat from the heat. He could feel the heat scorching his throat, feel the ash blocking his windpipe. The fumes surrounded him. Just a bit farther, just a bit farther, he told himself over and over. Then the ground was rushing up to meet him.

Puck sat bolt upright in bed. Just a dream, he thought. The room was dark, but Puck could make out the basic shapes. With a sigh he got out of bed and walked over the bedside table. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. With a quick look to make sure no nurses were coming, he made his way down the hall. He didn't really know where he was going, but he needed to be out of that room. He walked up some stairs to find this hallway was lined with rooms like his. He looked in a few. He saw an old man, a young woman with one arm, and a boy about his age sitting up in bed. Wait a minute, Puck knew that boy. He checked for doctors and then walked into the room.

"Artie?" Puck softly called.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Puck." Puck walked up to Artie's bedside and sat down. Artie squinted through the dark.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Puck sighed.

"Couldn't sleep. You?"

"No," Artie admitted, "I can't stop thinking about Kurt." Puck leaned back and scratched his neck.

"It's tough," he said, "I wish there was something we could do for his dad and Finn, you know?" Artie nodded.

"I also wanted to say thanks." Puck continued, "For saving me back there."

"What was I supposed to do, let you burn?" Artie answered.

"Yeah." Puck said, "You should have. I never did anything to deserve that." Artie put his hand on Puck's back.

"You are my friend, Puck." He said, firmly, "And I would never have left you behind. No matter how many times you threw me in the dumpster." Puck leaned forward and pulled Artie into a warm embrace. Artie thought about all the torment that Puck put him through. All of the pain was redeemed in that one moment.

"Thank you." Puck's voice was slightly muffled, "And I'm really sorry about Tina." The warmth in Artie's heart was instantaneously replaced with cold fear. He broke away from Puck.

"What?" he whispered. Puck looked at him.

"Tina's in a coma. I thought you knew." Artie fell back on his pillows with a small cry. He felt hot tears falling down the sides of his face. There was a part of him that wanted to hit Puck and another part of him that wanted to die.

"Who told you?" Artie's voice was dangerously soft. Puck felt like he had, without meaning to, destroyed Artie's heart.

"Finn, told me. Listen, I'm really…"

"Go." Artie commanded him, "Just go." Puck got up and left. Artie slipped into a different world. A world with nothing but darkness, silence, and pain.

Mike sat in his room. As soon as he got home his mom made him eat something. A few hours later he had thrown it up. He didn't understand why he couldn't take the trauma. Did this mean he wasn't as strong as the others? All he knew was that he wanted to be alone. Then Mike remembered something. He pulled the letter out of his pocket and ripped it open.

Dear Mike,

I wish I could tell you how much I admire you, but I find myself running low on time and also am not even writing this myself. The nurse who is keeps giving me weird looks and now she is telling me that if I don't stop talking about her she will stop writing. Anyway, I really only wish to say a proper farewell. You are an amazing friend, and I truly wanted to get know you better. Goodbye Mike.

Love,

Kurt

Mike held the letter, his hands trembling. Fighting down bile, he lay down on his bed. Maybe if he could just sleep for a bit, then he could think clearly.

After the silent ride home, Finn had gone down to the room he shared with Kurt. Finn looked at Kurt's half of the room. Everything was neat and organized. Finn felt his throat close up as he crossed the room. With a sob he lay down on Kurt's bed. He remembered back to when he was three and he had asked his mother for a brother. Finn's mom had just laughed and walked away. It seemed that as soon as he got a brother the world snatched him away. Finn lay sobbing. He tried to remember the morning before this hell. He could almost hear Kurt telling him that his socks were miss-matched and that he would not be seen in public with him. Before Finn knew it, he had fallen asleep.

The gun felt cold and hot at the same time. Finn looked up at the two figures in front of him. Both had fallen to their knees. Finn held the gun out in front of him.

"Choose one" said a booming voice that seemed to come from all around.

"NO!" Finn yelled to the sky as the two figures cried pitifully at his feet.

"CHOOSE!" the voice boomed. Finn looked down at them. Suddenly the gun went off, and one of the figures crumpled. Finn ran to him and turned him over. Blood flowed over Kurt's chest, staining Finn's fingers as he tried to stop the bleeding. Kurt's hand shot out and grabbed Finn's shirt.

"You chose her." As he said this he began to fade away.

"No!" Finn screamed as Kurt turned to ash in his hands. He felt an arm wrap around him. He looked. It was Rachel but it didn't quite look like her. Her eyes were all white and pearly tears were falling from them.

"I'm. So. Sorry. Finn." She said without any emotion. Then Finn was falling through blackness. Nothing was there to catch him. No one was falling with him. He was alone.

Finn opened his eyes to see his mother sitting by his bed, stroking his hair.

"Finn, sweetie you were shouting in your sleep." She said, "What were you dreaming about?"

"I don't remember." He lied and turned over. Carole looked at the back of her son's head and sighed.

"Okay Finn. If you need anything, Burt and I are upstairs." Finn didn't answer. Carole left without an other word. Finn sat up and grabbed his phone. He dialed Rachel's number.