Two chapters in one day… I'm good, aren't I?

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Finn stared at his fingers as they caressed the metal doorknob hesitantly. Behind this plain door that had the numbers "5150" embellished in a green plaque aside it lied a young man in a hospital bed whom Finn could never bear to see in pain. Finn closed his eyes and put his forehead on the door. He looked down the hallway, where a nurse replaced towels on a cart. She passed a glance at him, and he stared at her, emotionless. She nodded slowly, acknowledging his hardship, and then continued on with her work. He looked down the hall in the other direction, seeing nobody. The taupe walls increased the muffled silence in his mind.

Finally, taking a deep breath, Finn pressed down the silver handle and entered the room, staring at the tiled floor, indecisive if he should look up quite yet. He walked a few more paces until he met the end of the bed. He shut his eyes and walked forward, his head facing the wall in front of him. He opened his eyes to meet the wall and his eyes slowly dragged toward the bed.

When he took his first glimpse, it was only for a half-second before he looked away quickly again. He exhaled and then decided to look again.

He couldn't cry. He could only stare.

Kurt was hooked up to a breathing tube. Cuts scarred across his angelic face, patched with stitches, and bruises were scattered around his neck and arms. He was marked with a black eye. At the end of the bed, Kurt's broken leg was casted and raised. Finn went to brush Kurt's cheek with his fingertips but deterred immediately. He was freezing.

Finn looked over, to the chair, where the clothes Kurt was found in lied. Finn walked over and picked up a white t-shirt with a pink and blue design on it. There was a patch of dried blood. Finn wondered why his clothes hadn't been cleaned yet. Some of the dusty blood came off on his hand and Finn stared at it thoroughly. He closed his fist, set the shirt down, and turned back around to look back at Kurt.

He took a couple paces towards the side of the bed. He picked up Kurt's hand, and rubbed it with his thumbs. He knelt down and pressed his head upon the mattress, still clutching Kurt's delicate hand, pressing it to his forehead.

Wake up, Finn motivated. The room was painfully quiet- one could hear a pin drop. No footsteps echoed through the halls. The wind didn't brush through the trees outside. Just silence.

Finn hummed to Kurt, projecting his own life and will through Kurt's cold hand. Finn studied it, the deep lines that dashed across his pale palms were prophetical and foretelling of things Finn would never read. He looked back toward Kurt's wounded face. He brushed Kurt's bangs out of his face.

"You're still beautiful," Finn said, "You'd probably disagree with me, but you are." He laughed sadly, the back of his fingers sweeping across Kurt's patched cheek. Finn opened his mouth to sing.

"Dearest, though you're the nearest to my heart, please don't ever, ever say we'll part…"

Finn smiled dolefully, his eyebrows slanting.

"You scold, and you were so bold, yes together, our love will grow old, yeah, our love will grow old."

Wake up, Finn kept thinking like a hymn, Wake up…

"You may be a million miles away, please believe me, yeah, when you hear me say, I love you… I love you."

Finn stood and placed Kurt's hand back over his chest.

"Come home, keep me from these sleepless nights, try my love again, yeah, I'm gonna treat you right, yeah…"

Finn swallowed dryly.

"I'm gonna treat you right."

Finn leaned over Kurt's body and placed a long, gentle kiss upon his unconscious love. When Finn opened his eyes and stood back up, he stared at Kurt's face intently, expecting Kurt's limitless, aqua eyes to flutter open. For Kurt to smile his meekly handsome smile, his teeth peeking behind his listless cherry lips. For Kurt to awaken.

But he didn't awaken. Not in the slightest. A drop of a tear fell from Finn's left eye, and then another from his right. Finn didn't sob or exhale- he was barely even crying. But the mourning and the misery Finn had felt for the past week managed to wind themselves up into small, salty particles of water seeping down Finn's freckled face.

Finn shut his eyes and remembered that day in the closet. The first time Finn kissed Kurt's swollen lips. The first time he had felt such relatively strong emotion. The first time Finn's heart was juiced through to the core.

The first time he had truly, and unselfishly, loved.

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Dearest is by Buddy Holly. Buddy Holly is the one true God, just so you're all aware.

I don't own Glee.