Rachel awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She felt groggy from sleeping in her clothes. She reached for her phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Rachel? It's Finn."

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Can't sleep. You?"

"Well, every time I fall asleep, I keep dreaming about that diva-off Kurt and I had."

"I remember that. You won, didn't you?"

"I won because Kurt messed up on purpose."

"What? How do you know?"

"He told me. In his letter." Rachel wiped her eyes, "Finn, would it be okay if we talked about the times he was alive. I'm still subconsciously planning this year's sectionals and I need something to keep my mind off it."

"Yeah, sure."

At about two in the morning Rachel went back to sleep, only to dream of memories in which Kurt was strangely absent.

Santana didn't sleep at all that night. She had read Kurt's letter and since then hadn't stopped crying. It had read:

Dear Santana,

I don't want you to worry about all the times that you tortured me. I never took it to heart. I know the real you is the girl who asked me what to wear for the fall dance and don't worry, that secret dies with me. I never thought I would have to send these letters, but Santana, I must ask something of you. Make sure that Glee continues. You will have to find a replacement for me. I know the others won't want you to but you have to. I think my heart would break if Glee stopped because of me. Keep it going Santana. Goodbye.

Love,

Kurt

Santana kept going over the letter in her mind. She would have to find some one good enough to replace Kurt. Santana knew there wasn't anyone who was good enough to replace the small soprano.

"So you lied to me?" Brittany looked at her mother with tears in her eyes.

"Brittany, we thought it was best." Her father said, putting his hand on her shoulder. Brittany shook the hand off.

"So you let me think that Teacup was safe and happy all this time? How is that right? How is lying ever right?" Brittany was crying. She got up and ran to her room. She ran to the cage that held Teacake, her new hamster. Sobbing she took Teacake out and held her. Brittany wanted to feel the softness of Teacake's fur because, as she now knew, Teacake could die any day. Brittany sat on her favorite beanbag chair and looked into Teacake's beady, black eyes.

"You don't want to leave me, do you?" Brittany asked the hamster. As Brittany suspected, the hamster didn't answered. All Teacake did was sniff Brittany's fingers and paw for a way out. Brittany put Teacake in her ball and let her roll around. Then she sat down on her bed and tried to clear the thoughts that were all muddled in her mind. Her cat Marmalade crept into the room. Brittany didn't notice. Thinking Teacake would be an easy snack, Marmalade chased the little hamster all around the room. Brittany heard the tiny squeaks of Teacake and picked up Marmalade.

"You stupid cat! You could have killed her!" Brittany shouted at Marmalade. Marmalade jumped out of her arms and ran out the door. Brittany picked up Teacake and put her back in her cage. Teacake went into the little burrow of sawdust Brittany had made her the day before. Brittany lay back down on her bed. She thought about the time that she, Kurt, and Tina had done the Single Ladies dance. Now, Tina was in a coma and Kurt was gone forever. Brittany got up and took off her jacket. She took off her cheerleading uniform and hung them both in the closet. She went to her dresser and pulled on her favorite pajamas. They were pink silk with little flowers on cuffs of the pants. She got into bed and for a moment tried to tell herself that it would be better in the morning. Just before Brittany turned out the light, Marmalade jumped up onto her bed. The tabby rubbed her fur against Brittany's cheek. Brittany smiled for the first time since she heard about Kurt.

"You are forgiven Marmalade."

Matt paced up and down his room. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Kurt lying on the gurney with his hands burnt and his eyes closed. Had Kurt known he was going to die? Can you tell when you are about to die? Matt thought it over. Is there a subconscious trigger that tells you when you are dying? Did Kurt feel the life leave him? What went through his head in the last few seconds of his life? Suddenly Matt felt disgusting, and intrusive. What business did he have to wonder about Kurt's thoughts or even about death itself? Matt lay down again. He closed his eyes and willed the picture of dying Kurt to leave his mind. It didn't. Matt sighed and got up. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. He opened the cupboard and got down all the cereal they had. He mixed them together in a bowl and poured in some milk. He wolfed in down, put his bowl in the sink, and went back to bed. He didn't close his eyes though. He just lay there looking at the ceiling. He didn't fall asleep until about four in the morning.

Quinn opened her letter as soon as she got home. It wasn't long but it read:

Dear Quinn,

You were a good friend. I hate to leave you behind, but am glad you are not coming with me. I wish that I could tell you this in person, but I can't because I'm probably dead. The nurse who I'm dictating to tells me that I am being blunt and that if I write about her one more time she will stop writing and I will only have half a letter to give to you. I think you were incredibly brave to keep your baby. You stayed proud the whole time. I never thought I'd have to say this, but goodbye Quinn, forever.

Love,

Kurt

Something in Quinn's mind didn't quite fit with the rest of her brain. Kurt couldn't be dead. There was no way. Kurt was young, and strong. The fire killed a lot of kids; maybe there was a mistake. Maybe the doctors had shocked Kurt back to life like Quinn had seen in a medical drama. Kurt could be alive and everyone was freaking out over nothing. Quinn walked into the kitchen feeling a little lightheaded. She went to the cupboard, got a granola bar, and sat down on couch. Her mom had gone out to get milk, and Quinn wasn't thrilled about being alone after what happed today. She reached around for the remote still with that lightheaded feeling. Quinn found a channel that was showing reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Quinn opened her granola bar and settled down to watch. It was the musical episode (it also happed to be Quinn's favorite). When Spike and Buffy kissed the episode ended Quinn got up and walked into her room. She went to the mirror and looked at her face. It hadn't changed from yesterday. Suddenly it hit her. There was no way Kurt was alive. She collapsed onto the floor and sobbed. How could she have ever tried to deny the truth? Quinn felt wicked and evil. She had tried to forget about her friend. Quinn pulled herself to her feet and stared at her reflection. It looked different from when she last looked. Her face was changing. Her skin looked pockmarked and her eyes were dull. Her hair was thin and looked as though it had been falling out. Quinn closed her eyes. No She thought firmly, it's not real. When she opened her eyes her, face was back.

Carole closed the door and sighed. She was trying, she really was, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could stay strong for Finn and Burt. Carole wiped the tears off her cheeks as she walked down the hall and up the stairs. The house seemed cold and unfamiliar, as though she didn't belong. Carole understood the pain, but that didn't dull it at all. Carole walked into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw a figure slumped over a glass at the table. Burt didn't look up. He didn't stop the tears that were staining the table. Carole reached out her hand and took the glass away.

"Thanks." Mumbled Burt. He looked at her with bleary eyes.

"Burt," Carole said, choosing her words carefully, "I think it might be a good idea to go to bed now." She put her arm around his shoulders and helped him to his feet. After making their way upstairs, Burt stopped suddenly.

"Are you going to tell him?" Burt asked quietly. Carole gasped and instinctively put her hand over her stomach.

"Not yet. Finn isn't exactly ready." Carole started walking again.

"Kurt never knew…" Burt whispered as he walked into his room, "And he really wanted a sister."