He didn't really feel up to football practice. He and Rachel had fought the other day, and they had broken up for real this time. Maybe it was better like this. She could be really annoying. And demanding.

His life was confusing enough as it was right now. Like, he was having these weird dreams about Kurt that he was pretty sure he shouldn't be having.

He needed someone to talk to. His first thought went to Quinn, but she wouldn't help him. Mercedes kind of scared him. Puck would laugh at him. Artie would probably embarrass him. Kurt should be at home, though. He could always count on him when he needed to talk. Or rant, as Kurt liked to call it. He'd just leave out the part about the dreams. That would be kind of strange to talk to him about.

Come to think of it, Kurt had seemed a bit strange for a while now. Maybe he needed to talk to someone too.

The house was weirdly quiet as Finn entered, but Kurt's basement door was open. That probably meant he was home. And it hopefully meant that Sam wasn't down there with him.

He heard something light hitting the floor when he was halfway down the stairs, and he froze for a second. Apart from that sound, it was completely quiet. He couldn't hear any music, or Kurt humming like he usually did. Just... quiet.

"Kurt?"

No answer. Finn guessed Kurt was by his mirror table, probably messing around with all those creams he had. He shouldn't be too mad at Finn for intruding.

And then a dull thump came. Like a body hitting the floor. But there was no cry of pain following it. That worried him.

Finn almost fell down the reminding stairs in hurry, and what he saw almost gave him a heart attack. Kurt lay motionless on the floor, pale as a ghost.

"Kurt!" He exclaimed, dropping beside him and almost crushing a plastic bottle in the process. Something was seriously wrong. Kurt's chest was barely moving, and when Finn lifted his torso, his head just lolled to the side.

"Kurt! Dude, wake up!" Kurt hated it when Finn called him dude. So maybe he'd react to that.

But he wasn't responding. With that in mind, Finn fumbled for his phone and dialed 911.

"911, what's the emergency?"

"M-My uh, almost-stepbrother. He's unconscious and I can't wake him up!"

"Where are you?"

Finn quickly rambled the address, stated that he was in the basement. Got told to bring Kurt upstairs and outside, since he wasn't bleeding and didn't seem to be physically injured. That would save time. The ambulance would be there in 5 minutes.

"Is there something there that can help us figure out what happened to him?"

Finn looked around. The empty bottle caught his eye. Oxycodone.

"Uh, there's an empty pill bottle here. Oxycod...one?"

The lady was quiet for a while. When she spoke again, her voice had a strange note in it. "Oxycodone as in painkillers? Empty? You don't see a seal somewhere, do you?"

He looked around again and confirmed that yes, there was a seal there. A small pile of neat letters caught his eye. "There's a bunch of letters too." Something about that started of the warning bells in his head.

"Take him upstairs now, and bring the letters and bottle with you. I'm alerting the ambulance to hurry." With that the lady hung up, and Finn was even more worried than before. He had a nagging suspicion that this wasn't at all good.

Finn almost staggered when he lifted Kurt after shoving the letters and bottle into a pocket. Kurt was so light. Rushing him upstairs and out through the front door was easy, and he reached the street at the same time as the ambulance pulled up outside the house.

Kurt was promptly taken from his arms and put on a bed, the two EMT's firing questions and checking him. Some kind of electrical reader was attached to his finger, and Finn had seen enough medical series to know that something was wrong with the numbers showing up on the small screen. The EMT's seemed to think so too, because suddenly he was told to call their parents and tell them to come to the ER entrance.

Calling his mum was nerve-racking. She and Burt were at a restaurant close to the hospital, and they would be there in a minute. Finn hung up before explaining what had happened. He didn't even know himself yet. An EMT had taken the bottle and gone off about suicide, pushing a shot of something into Kurt's arm.

Suicide. That had to be a mistake. Kurt couldn't have tried to off himself, right?

The other EMT was incubating. Finn knew that word from House. Apparently Kurt wasn't breathing on his own.

Then everything came to a halt, doors lurching open and EMT's telling him to get out while they unloaded Kurt; who was hauled into the hospital by a group of nurses. He could see Burt and his mom.

Their expressions when they saw Kurt on the bed was enough to make Finn fight for his breath.

"Kurt!" Burt sounded terrified. Even more terrified than Finn felt.

And then the screen showing Kurt's heartbeat gave a long, horrible beep, and he felt like all the air in the world was gone.

"We need a crash cart in here!" One nurse called as Kurt was wheeled into a room, and another nurse stopped them from following.

"I'm sorry, you have to stay out here."

They didn't get a chance to tell her that they were family, that they had to be by Kurt's side. They were stuck watching through a window as paddles met skin and Kurt's small body jerked.

Once.

Twice.

The curtains were drawn, and now Finn really though that the air might be gone.

R&R~