Sorry for the mean cliffy I left you guys with. Your comments were hilarious to read. Get ready for some heavy shit.

xXx

Finn was too shocked to feel anything. In fact, the words that Burt said to him barely registered in his brain as actuality. It's a nightmare, Finn thought, Wake up… wake up… please, wake up.

But Finn didn't wake up. He was sitting on the couch across from Burt, living the reality he had feared.

"H… how?" he managed to spit out, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights.

"He was just walking to the bus after school. The woman who called in was walking their dog, and they found him," Burt shivered, "They found him in a pile of snow in an alley. There was… blood in the snow."

"Do you know… who?" Finn could barely speak. Finn felt his internal organs shutting down one by one.

"There were no witnesses, but there was a lot of evidence, the footprints, the…" Kurt's father choked again, "The… bats. The police said they could easily find them."

Finn felt as if he was going to throw up. The image of Kurt being clobbered by a militia of baseball bats tied knots inside of him.

"Let me tell you," Burt began, "When I find the sons of bitches that did this to my son…"

Burt clasped his fists. Finn could feel the anger radiating off him, like a tsunami of terrifying emotion.

"H… how is he?"

"He's in a coma. Nobody knows if he'll recover."

Finn collapsed, his head falling in his hands.

"No… please god, no…" Finn clenched his jaw shut. He sobbed painfully. Burt didn't respond.

"This is the thing that you never think will happen to you… but then it does… I can't…" Finn was cut off by his tears again.

"Hey, Finn, buddy," Burt walked over and patted Finn on the shoulder a few times, "It's all right."

Burt fought back tears himself. "He'll be okay…" he repeated, "And those bastards will pay."

"Burt, I…" Finn looked up to Burt, and gulped, trying to curb the excruciating horror haunting him. Denial continued rushing through his veins, killing him slowly. He knew this wasn't exactly the most appropriate time or place, but he had been disturbed by this for weeks, "I love Kurt."

Burt froze.

"You… what?"

"I… I know that… it doesn't make a lot of sense… hell, it doesn't make much sense to me either, but… I know what I feel and… yeah. I love Kurt."

Burt exhaled through his nostrils deeply.

"I don't really know what to say."

"That's okay… I just…" Finn sobbed again, "I just want him to be okay."

Burt rubbed Finn's shoulder again. "He will. Kurt's a fighter. He always has been," Burt closed his eyes, wrestling tears, "He'll fight this, too."

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Finn walked completely expressionless through school the next day. Nobody knew about what had happened to Kurt. Finn didn't speak to anyone, even when people tried to talk to him. But near the end of the day, he felt the need to talk to someone. He knocked on Mr. Schuester's door slowly. The Spanish teacher was sitting at his desk.

"Mr. Schue?"

"Hey Finn, what's up?"

"I needed to talk to someone…"

"All right, have a seat."

Finn did as instructed, and exhaled.

"Kurt got…" he gulped, "Kurt was…"

The information had barely cataloged in his mind, making him nearly unable to say it. He felt tears coming on.

"Finn, what happened?"

"Kurt was attacked yesterday. After school. He's in… a coma."

Mr. Schuester iced up.

"Attacked?" he repeated in disbelief, "Kurt?"

"While walking to the bus." Finn wept openly, "I could have saved him, you know? I could have given him a ride home… instead, this. Why do I screw up everything good in my life?"

"Hey, Finn," Mr. Schuester stood up, though he was also in complete shock. He knelt down to comfort Finn, "What happened wasn't your fault."

"But it was! I've been a jerk to him and now… now I can't even apologize."

"What happened to Kurt didn't have anything to do with you. Don't blame yourself."

Mr. Schuester hugged Finn.

"Do the others know?"

"No."

Mr. Schuester thought for a moment, then spoke, "Well, they're going to wonder what happened. And they can all help comfort you. Have you seen Kurt in the hospital?"

"No… I'm too afraid to see him hurt… I'd die, Mr. Schue."

Finn shed a few more tears. "I'd die."

xXx

"Kids, gather up," Mr. Schuester said, "Important news."

The class grew silent.

"Now, a few of you may be wondering where Kurt has been the past few days-"

"Yeah! He won't even answer any of our texts!" Mercedes said.

"Well, something's happened. Finn?"

Finn stepped up with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Kurt's been hurt. Badly. He was jumped after school and now he's in a coma… the doctors don't know if he'll pull through."

Finn knew he was going to cry again so he didn't fight it.

"J…jumped?" Artie said. All of their reactions were exactly the same as Mr. Schuester's, as well as Finn's- comments of disbelief.

"A group of guys attacked him in an ally."

A chorus of 'oh my god's and gasps were heard around the choir room.

"I just can't believe this happened," Finn said, nose beginning to drip, "One minute he's fine and now…" He couldn't find the words to finish his statement.

"Are they going to… find the people who did it?" Tina queried, worry in her voice.

"Burt told me that they probably would, there was a lot of evidence."

"Not my boy Kurt," Mercedes began to cry. Quinn hugged her in comfort.

"I know…" Finn said, also going in to hug Mercedes, "I know."

The club went in for a group hug. Slowly, Tina opened her mouth and began to sing.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life… You were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Quinn joined in.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see, all your life… You were only waiting for this moment to be free."

The entire club sang.

"Blackbird fly, blackbird fly, into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird, fly, blackbird, fly, into the light of the dark black night."

And finally, Finn sang.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting for this moment to arise. You were only waiting for this moment to arrive."

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Boo-hoo. Drama. Sadness. The Beatles.

I loved this week's episode by the way. It was super duper creepy and weird and Terri was all creepin' on Finn and Will was all creepin' on Sue and it was crazay-in-mah-nazay, but it was still fun. Some good one-liners. Heheheh. Mark Wahlberg. Beck. Quinn's really interesting Preggo dance. Kurt's voice at the beginning of Give Up the Funk. At first, I didn't think it was him, but then he said that it was, and I was like, wutnolol. That kid is too talented for the rest of the world. Yes, I call him a kid, even though he's four years older than me. I consider him my child. Like Marky Mark is my child.

I'm so scary.

Also, GO LAKERS! Just kidding, I have no opinion about sports whatsoever.

Blackbird is by the Beatles.

Glee + Isn't Mine = You do the math because you're most likely not stupid.