Finn woke up in a hospital room filled with his mom, Burt, Kurt, and Sam. The last thing he remembered was the paramedics and his coach. He didn't like whatever they gave him; it had been too much like before. Shit, did he say anything to coach? She must think he's pathetic, losing it like that at school. Okay, he had to get everyone to stop looking at him, "What happened? Isn't Kurt supposed to be at school?" he said, hoping to distract them. Sam spoke up, "I called him when you collapsed. You really had us scared, man."

Kurt spoke up, "Finn Hudson, what is going on with you? Sam called me to tell me you'd collapsed at school and you have these horrible bruises."

"Kurt, back off a bit. We're all worried, but you're not making it easier on your brother," Burt said, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Why don't you and Sam go help Blaine with the coffee, okay?" Finn knew there was no way Kurt was going to argue when his dad sounded that serious, but he relaxed just that much more when the two boys left.

"He's just trying to help. He was so upset when he heard you'd collapsed he didn't even trust himself to drive. Blaine brought him home," his mom said from her chair next to his bed. Finn smiled at that, he'd been worried when Kurt left for Dalton, but it seemed to be good for him.

Burt came up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, looking down at Finn. "Your friend Sam told us about the bruises, kiddo, and about how you got upset at lunch. Now, something is wrong, and we can't help you fix it if you don't tell us what it is. We're a family now, Finn. We're in this together."

Finn just stared at the wall. He couldn't tell, could he? They'd been doing so good as a family and this would ruin everything. Still, it was getting harder and harder. He was scared and freaked out all the time. What if Mr. Schue came back to school? What if he tried to get him alone again? He looked up at his parents, and bit his lip. "Okay, but Burt has to promise to stay here with us instead of going after the person who did this to me. As cool as it was when you tried to take out Karofsky I need you here more."

"Of course he will," said his mom. Burt looked like he wasn't too sure, but finally he nodded.

Finn wasn't sure he could do this if he could see his mom's reaction so he picked a spot on the wall in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Saturday night I didn't want to interrupt your date. I didn't know where else to go so I went to see Mr. Schue. When I got there he'd been drinking, but he told me to stay. He gave me something to drink, but I think he put something in it. I was really dizzy and couldn't think straight. He wouldn't let me leave and he took me into his bedroom." He heard his mother gasp and Burt growl something about his hunting knife, but Finn didn't stop talking. He just kept focusing on that spot on the wall. If he stopped now he wasn't sure he'd be able to get it out.

"I was so stupid, I still thought he was worried about me and didn't want me to drive. That's when he started touching me. He kept telling me it was okay that I liked him, that I wanted him. I kept telling to him to stop, that it wasn't like that but he just kept going. I didn't want it, mom. It made me feel stuff, but I didn't want to. He just kept calling me all these pet names and kept going and he said it wouldn't hurt but it did. It hurt so much, mom. I think I passed out from the drugs. He wasn't there when I woke up. I was so scared. I don't want to be that kid. It's going to be on the news and now everyone will know how stupid I am."

Finn wasn't sure when he started crying, or when his parents had. His mom had taken his hand at some point and it felt good to know she was right there. She was an ER nurse here at the hospital, and she was pretty tough for a mom.

After a few deep breaths, she spoke. "Finny, sweetheart, look at me." She hadn't called him that in years, he forced himself to turn from the wall and look at them instead. His mom kept talking, "You are not stupid. Somebody who was supposed to take care of you hurt you and it was not your fault. Do you understand me? We are going to help you move past this and we are going to make sure that bastard doesn't hurt you or anyone else ever again."

Finn nodded, he wanted to believe her. He was still so confused, but he did feel better. It was almost like what happened at Schue's place had been filling up his head this whole time and by telling his parents he freed up a little space to think.

His mom squeezed his hand, interrupting his thoughts. "Finny, the doctor needs to come and check you out before we can go home okay? He's going to need to take pictures of your arms and any other bruises you have. He's also going to have to check to see if there is any damage where Mr. Schue hurt you. Do you understand what I mean? Do you think you can handle that? It's important."

Finn took a deep breath, "Yeah, I can do that. Can you stay?"

"Of course she will," Burt said, "I'm going to go send the other boys home. Finn, if it's okay with you I'd like to call Jimmy Larson, you remember him from the wedding? He's a detective with the Lima PD and I think that's the next step."

It was starting. More and more people were going to find out what happened to him, and soon the whole town would know. He shivered a bit, it was just so unfair. Burt must have been able to tell what he was thinking though, because he smiled a bit and said, "I trust Jimmy. He won't go running to the papers, but he will make sure Schuester doesn't get anywhere near another kid."

He still wasn't sure; couldn't they just deal with it? He just wanted to forget it ever happened, and now they were talking about police, and trials, and maybe being in the same room as Schue again. His hands began to shake again, but his mom wrapped both of them in hers and it helped him from falling into another attack.

"Look Finn, what if it wasn't you? If some guy hurt one of your friends like that you'd want to see him hauled off to jail. You deserve the same," Burt said.

Oh god, what if Schue hurt someone else? What if he already had? Burt was right, the guy should be behind bars. He nodded to his stepdad, "Okay, but can we talk to the detective guy at the house? I want to get out of here as soon as I can."

"Sure thing, buddy. I'll let the doctor do his thing and then we'll head out."

Finn spent the ride home from the hospital staring out the window, and trying to keep his mind blank. He was pretty sure Santana would say that wasn't much of a challenge, but Santana was really kind of a bitch sometimes. He'd managed not to freak out during the exam, his mom had found an old and totally not-hot lady doctor to do it and that had helped big time. It was also good news. Well, as good as it could be considering all the shit that had went down. He had some bruising of course, and a tiny bit of tearing but nothing he needed to worry about. They'd drawn some blood to see if there were any traces of the drugs Schue had given him and sent him home.

When they pulled into the garage he noticed his mom and Burt having one of those freaky conversations adults have when they don't say anything and then Burt turned around to talk to him. "Jimmy will be over here in a little while, but I think you and I should have a man-to-man talk first. Is it okay if we go up to your room?"

Honestly he was kind of relieved Burt wanted to talk to him at all. When he'd spent Sunday in his room by himself he'd just kept thinking of all the ways that people could hate him for this. Quinn would think he cheated on her. Rachel would be pissed about their chances at Nationals. A strong guy like Burt would think he was weak and pathetic. Puck would think he was gay, and then he'd upset Kurt trying to explain that he wasn't. Still, his mom had said it wasn't his fault, and his mom was really smart about this stuff, so maybe other people wouldn't think so either. Okay, so Rachel probably would still be pissed about Nationals, but maybe pissed at Schue instead of him? He shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded at Burt.

When they got to his room he sat on the edge of his bed and Burt took the desk chair across from him. Burt had taken his Reds cap off and was twisting it in his hands.

"Finn, I get that this is hard for you, and I'm not going to claim I have any idea what you are feeling. Before Jimmy comes, because I know he will ask and I want all of us to be prepared: Has Mr. Schuester ever touched you in a way that made you uncomfortable before?"

Finn hadn't expected that question. Maybe he should have, he had started watching Law and Order with Burt and Kurt and it seemed like the kind of thing the hot chick that's always with the angry dude would ask. He thought back, was there stuff he should have noticed? Sure, there were hugs, and pats on the back, a shoulder squeeze now and then. Nothing creepy though, nothing more than he would do with Sam or Puck. Oh shit, what if Schue had thought it was? His eyes widened, and he looked up at Burt. "No, nothing like that. I just was thinking how he kept saying that I wanted him. What if I've been sending all these signals when I thought it was just normal friendly stuff?"

Burt shook his head, and was quiet for a little bit before he spoke. "I don't think that's true, but it doesn't matter. Finn, nothing you could have done makes this okay. You need to believe me here. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you said no. Hell, if he had really thought you felt that way, if he'd really thought you wanted to do that with him, why would he drug you? It's not you. You didn't do or say anything. His head is fucked up and he took advantage of being your teacher. If you and your mom would let me I'd take the blowtorch from the garage over to his place right now and take care of things."

Finn started to protest, but Burt shook his head, "I know. We had a deal. 'Doesn't mean I'm not still thinking of ways to make him regret being born."

Okay, it was kind of cool having someone willing to stick up for him like this. There was still one thing he was worried about. Maybe if he talked to Burt he could get his head on straight before the detective guy showed up. "Burt, if I only like girls, and I'm pretty sure about that. Not that it's better or anything," he adds quickly, hoping Burt will understand he's not trying to say anything bad about liking guys, "that's just what I like, and I didn't want to do that with Schue, then why..." He looks at his shoes, if there can possibly be a worst part of what happened this is the part he most wants to keep secret, "Why did I, um, feel stuff?"

"Finn, you know I'm not the smartest guy in town. Hell, most of what I've told you so far comes from having Oprah on in the waiting room at the garage and having loved two strong, amazing, outspoken women. But, I have been a guy a lot longer than you and I hope you believe me when I tell you that sometimes it doesn't matter what our brain says or what's in our heart. Sometimes our bodies just do stuff because of the chemical reactions or whatever and it doesn't mean anything."

Oh, god. He wasn't a freak. It was just nature and stuff. Chemistry, he'd gotten a C- in chemistry, but he thought he understood anyhow. Burt really believed him. He let out the breath it seemed like he'd been holding since he'd told his parents the truth at the hospital. The older man carefully put a hand on his shoulder, "Kiddo, once we talk to the police stuff is going to start happening kind of fast. I think we need to tell Kurt what's going on so we can handle this as a family. I can tell him if you don't want to."

Finn shook his head, "No, I need to do this. Not as much as I told you, but yeah. Can you send him up here?"

"Sure thing. Your mom and I will be in the kitchen if you need us," Burt said and turned to leave. Finn pulled up the courage he had left and covered the hand Burt had on his shoulder with his own, "Thanks, dad."

He watched as Burt's eyes widened for a second and the corners of his mouth twitched just a bit, "Anytime, son."