Ryder made his way back down the stairs and walked around the rest of the cabin, pretending to inspect it as he waited for the others to choose rooms and make their way back. He wasn't exactly sure what the plans were, but he hoped there was something. He was desperate to get his mind off of things. The bottle of Advil he had taken from the medicine cabinet before leaving home wasn't doing all that much for the pain and he knew that he would never be able to get his mind off of what had happened the day before if all he had to do was sit around and think about how much he hurt.

By the time the others began to trickle back downstairs, the front door suddenly flew in and Sugar announced that Blaine and Sam had brought a picnic lunch for everybody and Ryder followed the stampede towards the other cabin where a large assortment of sandwiches, chips, fruit and drinks were being set out onto a picnic table and quickly claimed. Sam was attempting to guard his sandwich and apple while pouring ice into a large bowl and Blaine had already backed away from the chaos with his own food and two bottles of water by the time Ryder arrived.

He watched as Blaine motioned Sam over and tossed him the extra water bottle once the other boy was close enough and Tina quickly joined them once she had managed to break away from the crowed without spilling her drink. Ryder stood back, carefully eyeing the others and deciding to wait until he was less likely to get elbowed four times while trying to grab a sandwich before getting his own food. Finn stepped away from the group carrying his own plate and drink and shot a confused look at Ryder.

"I'm not hungry enough to risk a concussion." He explained with a shrug.

Before Finn could respond, Artie quickly called everyone's attention with a cry of "Move before I run you over!" and the crowd parted to let him through as everyone laughed. Once most of his classmates had moved away from the food, Ryder stepped forward to grab his own plate, quickly grabbing a ham and cheese sandwich and Cheetos before pouring himself a class of the nearest drink and quickly glancing around at the others as he tried to decide who he could sit with, knowing most of them hadn't been very happy with him after the Marley situation.

"Get over here, dork! Another table isn't gonna sprout out of the ground!" Jake called from where he sat with Marley, Unique and oddly enough, Kitty on the grass near where Puck, Finn and Quinn had stationed themselves. Sending a relieved grin to his friend, Ryder headed towards them and sat down next to Jake, biting back a wince as he tried to quickly set himself in the least painful position.

"What are we doing for food the rest of the week?" Ryder asked after taking a bit of his sandwich, knowing that even though he didn't feel remotely hungry, he had to eat something to keep the others from realizing that something was wrong.

"The chaperones were supposed to bring groceries; Puck just pawned his portion off on Finn." Jake responded intentionally loudly.

"Hey! I had to bring you and your dorky friends, so Finn brought the groceries! Even split!" Puck yelled back as Jake rolled his eyes as his brother.

Kitty shook her head at the Puckerman's antics, "How is it possible that you two just met? You act just like my brothers and they've had a lifetime to practice being obnoxious with each other."

"Talent." Jake replied, popping a chip into his mouth as Marley and Unique giggled.

New Directions was piled around the living room of cabin one for the mandatory Fame marathon that Tina had pointed out they really should have seen coming. Quinn had claimed the couches for the chaperones under the guise of "respecting your elders" which had left most of New Directions sprawled out across the floor in front of the television for the last few hours.

"Whose idea was it to put shows this old on DVD?" Kitty complained, flopping dramatically to the floor.

"It's not really that bad." Marley defended as Unique rolled her eyes.

Ryder knew that if it was any other time, he would have agreed with Marley but at the moment he wasn't sure he could sit still much longer and he felt at least three levels past exhausted. "I'm gonna go call my mom." He said softly to Jake as he stood up, "She made me promise to call her at least once day." He bluffed before heading up to their room.

He pulled the door shut behind him and laid flat on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally got into a position that actually didn't make everything hurt worse. He was in the middle of debating going ahead and taking one of his energy drinks and if taking Advil with an energy drink would be a bad thing or not when there was a single knock on his door before it swung open without any further warning.

Ryder sat up instantly, ignoring the pain in his stomach as he yanked down on his shirt, hoping it hadn't ridden anything up but it wasn't until he saw the concerned look on Finn's face that he realized it was the sleeves of his shirt that been pushed up instead.

"Ryder, what happened, man?" Finn said as Ryder quickly pushed the sleeves back down and stared at the ground, "Football seasons over and that didn't look like it came from sports anyway."

"It's nothing, I'm fine." He insisted, looking up and trying to put on his best honest face.

Finn sighed and sat down next to Ryder on the edge of the bed, "I know I'm not all that bright some times, but I've got Kurt for a brother, and people at McKinley used to be pretty awful to him." The teacher began, "You're moving like you're hurt, you have been all day, and you pulled on your shirt like you had something else to hide when I came in." he pointed out gently.

"I'm fine, really. I was just … you know, roughhousing, got a couple bruises. It's no big deal." Ryder responded quickly, trying to hide his panic. Nobody could know, especially not Finn. What his mentor think if he knew how badly Ryder had messed up.

"Ryder, there's handprints on your arms. That doesn't happen by accident. Who hurt you?" Finn questioned, looking serious as he tried to keep eye contact with the younger boy, "If it's somebody at school, I'm a teacher now… well, sort of. I can help. If it's at home… Ryder, you just need to tell me. It's not okay for somebody to hurt you."

"Nothing happened, nobody hurt me! I'm fine!" Ryder exclaimed, curling into himself slightly as he tried to keep himself calm. This wasn't working. He'd been stupid all over again letting his sleeves ride up like that, not locking the door. He couldn't do anything right.

"Ryder, look at me." Finn said softly, ducking his head down to look the younger boy in the eye again, "I just want to help you. Tell me who hurt you."

Ryder broke eye contact again and stared at the floor in silence as he tried to figure out what to do. "It wasn't … it wasn't anybody at school Or at home. It was just some guy. I don't even know his name." he said softly, hoping he could get away with skipping the details.

Finn sucked in a breath, pausing for a moment as he seemed to reconsider his line of questioning. "What happened?"

Ryder continued to stare at the floor, too afraid to look up. "He just … roughed me up a little. You know. Had a knife so I couldn't really fight back."

"Why? Did he mug you or…" Finn trailed off as he seemed to wait for an answer that Ryder wasn't planning on giving. "Look, you know I've got a little brother, and he's in New York with Rachel and they're by themselves. I worry." he began and Ryder looked up slightly, not sure where the older man was going, "I looked up some stuff. A lot of stuff. And I'm really not liking the reason I think you've got bruises like that, like somebody held you down."

Ryder scooted back against the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest as he realized there was no way out of it now without lying through his teeth and he really didn't think he could manage to that convincingly. "You can't tell anybody." He said quickly.

"If you're still in danger, I've got too." Finn said apologetically.

"I'm not. I swear, I told you the truth when I said I don't even know his name." Ryder said, looking up and mentally begging Finn to believe him before he angrily wiped the tears away from his eyes, "Look I … I met him. And I thought I was meeting somebody else and then when I figured it out he grabbed me, had his hands around my neck… pulled a knife when I wouldn't stop fighting him. I just … I couldn't get away." He said softly, barely speaking above a whisper as he tried to get the details out.

"He raped you." Finn said, anger clear in his voice and when Ryder nodded he stood up, fists clinched, "Are you sure you don't know who he is? Cause if you do, I'll kill him."

Ryder shook his head quickly, "I don't know anything. I'm sorry."

All the air seemed to run out of the older man as he sank back down on to the edge of the bed, "You don't have be sorry, it's not your fault." He said sincerely, "Look … nobody gets to just do things like that to you, okay? You didn't want it, you tried to get away … he had a freakin' knife! It's not your fault, you know that, right?"

Ryder nodded slowly, not even sure what else to say as he wished he could just disappear and be somewhere, anywhere else. Even if Finn wasn't blaming him, he still knew and Ryder was torn between being relieved and horrified.

"When did it happen, buddy?" Finn asked carefully.

"Yesterday." Ryder mumbled into his arms as he pulled his knee's closer to his chest, trying to pretend like that didn't make the pain from the bruises on his stomach worse.

Finn swore under his breath, "You didn't tell anybody, did you? Crap … how bad are you hurt? You're not … you're not bleeding, right?"

The younger boy shook his head, "I told my mom and Sam I was sick. Nobody knows." He said before blushing looking pointedly at the blanket he was sitting on, "Just bruises. The ones on my arms and my stomach, legs … on my neck from when he grabbed me there at first. Bleeding stopped. I'm fine, really, it's not that bad. I'm just … sore."

Finn took a deep breath as he nodded, "Can I see the bruise on your stomach? It's just … my mom's a nurse and I know that could be bad. Not that I could probably tell but … maybe?" he said, sounding slightly confused.

Ryder sighed, pulling his legs away from his stomach and pulling up his shirt just enough for Finn to see the bruise, "It looks worse than it is." He said, attempting to sound like it wasn't really that bad.

Finn ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the bruise, "Ryder, you really need to go to a doctor." He said before the younger boy emphatically shook his head no, "Alright, I can't make you. I'm not gonna make you." He said carefully before standing up, "I'm gonna head back down, check on the others. Let me know if you need me, alright?" he told him before heading out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him as Ryder pulled down his shirt and curled back up, not sure what he was supposed to do now.

Author's Note:

I have about five different versions of this scene in my head and this probably sucks, especially as it is intended to be kind of awkward, but I haven't tried to write Finn since Cory died so ... it was harder then I thought. I hope that it wasn't as bad as I feel like it is, but I wanted to get you guys an update out!

Guest and Hunter-Drew: Thank you both so much!