Twelve minutes after leaving the hospital Shannon Bieste knocks on Will Schuester's door. She doesn't get any answer. "Will, it's Shannon. Open up." Still no answer. She lifts the planter outside the door to his apartment and shakes her head when she finds a spare key.

"I'm coming in whether you like it or not" she warns him, before turning the lock and opening the door.

The scent of stale booze is nearly overwhelming. She doesn't see Will but she does notice the pile of empty bottles on the coffee table and the McKinley high football jacket on the arm of the couch. She's tempted to turn around and leave right then.

Maybe she should. Maybe she should just turn around and go to the school board offices, to Figgins, or back to Hudson's parents with what she knows, but she needs to be sure. She needs more than some drugged up ramblings and a jacket to believe the man she thought was her friend could be such a monster.

She finally finds him sitting at the dining room table, which is covered with more empty bottles and what looks like several weeks worth of mail and ungraded Spanish assignments. He's wearing a pair of sleep shorts and no shirt and his eyes are glassy. He's shaking, whether from the cold or something else she's not sure. He's fiddling with something on his lap, but she can't see what it is from the doorway.

"You look like crap, Will," she says, and that's when he realizes she's there. He looks up at her, eyes only the slightest big sharper, "You shouldn't be here Shannon."

She ignores him. "Where've you been, Will? I just got back from the hospital. Finn Hudson had a severe panic attack when Evans noticed the bruises on his arms," she says, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Is he okay?" Will asks, still focused on whatever he's holding. Shannon's not here to play games, "You and I both know he's not."

Will shakes his head and swallows, his voice broken. "If you're looking for answers I don't have any. I can tell you I haven't been completely sober in weeks. Just carrying on a family tradition I suppose. It's not going to matter." He lifts his hands a few inches and her heart stops when she realizes the thing he's been holding is a gun.

When she manages to speak her voice is as tough as nails, it's her "do not fuck with me" voice and she hopes it's enough, "Put the gun on the table Will."

He just looks at her. Shakes his head a little bit and looks back at the gun in his hands. "I'm sick, Shannon and he trusted me. What I did, there is no forgiveness for. All I can see is his face, so confused and so scared. I can't live with what I've done."

It would be easier, she thinks to herself, if he had denied it. She could break his nose, call the cops and be done with it. This broken, guilt-ridden wreck of a man in front of her was not what she was expecting. She wonders if Hudson has told anyone yet, wonders if the police are on their way.

"He has to live with it, so you do too. Put the damn gun on the table, Will," she says quietly, staring him down. "That boy doesn't deserve any of this and he sure as hell doesn't deserve to deal with your death on top of it."

That seems to sink in. To her relief he carefully puts the gun on the table in front of him and she takes it, emptying it just like her father taught her when he took her to the range back home. He's still staring at her, still shaking.

"Now what?" he asks the question quietly, and she thinks for minute. "Put some clothes on. You're going to go turn yourself in. If you plead guilty the kid won't have to go through a trial, it will be easier on him." He nods and heads towards the bedroom. As soon as he's through the door her knees give out and she braces herself on the table. She hopes she made the right call.

Kurt must have ran up the stairs, because it's less than a minute before he's peaking in Finn's door trying to figure out if it's okay if he comes in. Finn is a little nervous about telling Kurt. It's not that Kurt isn't the best brother he could have, because he totally meant all that stuff at the wedding.

It's just that Kurt's been through so much stuff, real stuff. Not stupid stuff like him kissing Quinn or Rachel kissing Puck. He's taken all this real stuff and just kept going and the minute Finn had real stuff he freaked out and had to be taken to the hospital. Still, he needs to tell Kurt. It seems like every time he talks about it the whole thing sucks a little less anyway.

"Come on in, did Sam and Blaine leave?" Finn asks.

"Yeah, Blaine drove us both so Dad said he'll take me back to Dalton when I'm ready to go back," Kurt said.

"Can you miss a few days? They won't throw you out or anything will they?" The last thing they need is Kurt getting in trouble at Dalton because of Finn's stupidity.

"It's fine, they have policies for family emergencies. Can you stop stalling and tell me what the emergency is? If either Rachel or Quinn is pregnant you and I are going to have a serious discussion. My dad can get pamphlets," Kurt says, and Finn does a double take. As if he needs another thing to be scared of.

"Uh no. It's a little more serious than that, but thanks for the back-up nightmares. Seriously dude, can you let me talk? It's kind of one of those this shit changes everything deals, especially when people find out," Finn said, playing with the hem of his t-shirt before looking at Kurt.

He watched his step-brother's face change from curious to seriously worried, before Kurt nodded. "I'm sorry Finn, I won't interrupt. What happened?"

Finn rested his elbows on his knees, and dropped his head into his hands. He though for a minute about how much he wanted to tell. He knew he'd probably have to tell at least some of his friends, it's not like they wouldn't notice their teacher's sudden absence. There was stuff he'd rather only his parents and the police found out though. Nobody else needed to know about all the things Schue said and exactly what he did.

"On Saturday night I was bored and everyone else was busy so I went to see Mr. Schue. He was acting really weird, and he didn't want me to leave. He must have put something in my drink because I couldn't make him stop. I kept asking him to stop, but he had sex with me anyhow."

Kurt sat still for a minute; he looked like he was trying to understand what he'd been told before he spoke quietly. "Oh my god, Finn. Is it okay if I hug you?"

Finn nodded, and Kurt threw his arms around him holding him tightly. He could feel Kurt's body shaking a little and they both had tears running down their face. Finn just held on for a while, amazed again that he had so many people on his side. "I'm sorry. I know going over there and whatever was a stupid thing to do and now everything is ruined."

Kurt pushed back from him a little and looked up, "Finn Hudson, do I or do I not have a reputation for being, shall we say, painfully honest?"

"Well, yeah."

"Do I ever hesitate to let you know when I think you've done something stupid?" Kurt said, tears still running down his face.

"No way, dude."

"Good, then you need to believe me when I tell you that you are not stupid and this is not your fault. You were raped, Finn. Being a guy doesn't make it any more your fault than when it happens to a girl. That asshole didn't "have sex" with you. He drugged and raped you and he's going to rot in jail if one of us doesn't get to him first."

Raped. That's the word they've been dancing around all day, the one he's been avoiding in his head since it happened. Suddenly he can't think again, the blood is pounding in his head and it feels like it did in the equipment room, but this time Kurt is with him. Before the panic can take over his brother is there rubbing his back and telling him to breath in and out, counting seconds out loud as he goes. It takes longer than Finn would like, but sooner rather than later he's back to almost normal without anyone having to call an ambulance.

Without another word Kurt whips out his iphone and starts jabbing at it. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"You get a one day pass on calling me that. I'm googling untraceable poisons, Finn. Nobody pushes the Hummels around, and that goes double for people we choose to make Hummels."

"Uh, about that," Finn starts, glad to be able to change the subject, "Please don't be upset, I know I should have asked you if it was okay first, but when Burt was up here just now I kinda called him dad."

Finn was surprised to see Kurt's face light up like he'd just been told Dalton was getting rid of its uniform requirement. "That's fabulous Finn! No wonder he looked kind of happy when he came down. I know things were a little rocky at first, but I'm over it now and if you're cool with sharing your parent so am I." Kurt seemed to deflate a little then and Finn thought he looked a little sad. "Are you really okay with this?" he asked, "because if you aren't I can keep calling him Burt."

Kurt shook his head, "No Finn, that's not it. It's just I hope you won't be disappointed. You know I love your mom, but it's not the same for me. I'm not ready to call her mom yet, and I'm not sure I ever will be."

"Yeah, I get it. Totally your call man. Oh, I already made your dad promise not to kill Schue, and that goes for you too. It's gonna suck when the whole town knows what happened, but I'd rather have my family with me than in jail for revenge."

"You're no fun, and I make no promises about other people taking their shot. Puck is going to flip, and I think Coach Sylvester has been waiting for an excuse to take Shuester out for years," Kurt said.

Finn lets himself think about this for a minute, "Maybe we should let her." Finn's not completely sure he's joking.

"I think she can help though, at least in keeping you from being the center of town gossip for the next year. What we need is a disinformation campaign," Kurt explains.

"A disin-Huh?" Finn asked confused, he hates when Kurt starts to sound like Rachel.

"Lies, Finn. We lie through our teeth so nobody ever knows what really happened," Kurt explains.

"But what about the news and stuff. They eat this stuff up." Finn asks.

Kurt shakes his head, "Well, if my guess is right Sue Sylvester has some major blackmail on Rod Remington or someone else at the Lima television station, mostly because Sue Sylvester has blackmail material on just about everyone. As for the newspapers, well, have you ever noticed how on the top of some the biggest papers around here it says "An Anderson Syndicate Paper"?

"I only read the sports section and the comics." Finn said, wondering where all this is going.

"Well, given that I happen to be dating the grandson of that particular Anderson I think maybe something can be arranged. They'll still have to drag Schue through the dirt, but if nobody mentions the age or gender of the student in question the whole thing will blow over much faster," Kurt explained.

"Wow, do you think it could work? I mean here in Lima people will still think it's a glee kid, but it's still better if they don't know for sure." Finn said.

"I can get Mercedes and Tina to start some crazy rumors about why you left school today, an allergic reaction or something, but I think we do have to tell the club. They can help us spread lies and they are going to want to know what really happened with Schue. If they don't know the truth they might even try to defend him."

Whoa, he hadn't even thought about that. It's true though, a week ago if he'd heard some random rumor about Schue doing something like this he'd probably have punched someone. "You're right, and when they did I'd probably have another stupid panic attack. Okay, we'll tell them, and Blaine, and Coach Sylvester. She'd find out anyway probably."

Before they could make any more plans Burt's voice drifted up from the kitchen, "Boys, Jimmy's here. He needs to talk to Finn."

Kurt linked his arm around Finn's and asked, "Are you ready to handle this?"

Finn nodded, "Yeah, with you guys around it's not so bad."

Kurt was giving him that serious look again, "Finn, I can't claim I know what you are going through, but I do know what it's like to be scared. If you need to talk I'm here anytime."

Finn gave him a half smile and nodded before pulling Kurt down the stairs after him.

Burt and Jimmy were waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs, and both looked serious. Jimmy spoke first, "Will Schuester turned himself in about an hour ago. He gave a full confession and states that he intends to plead guilty when we get him in front of a judge tomorrow. He won't get bail. I still need a statement from Finn, but it looks like you won't have to testify in court."

Finn knew he'd have to tell the detective everything. That was how this kind of thing worked. He also knew that he didn't want Kurt to hear every creepy detail. "Um, Dad I want you to stay, but Kurt maybe you could go make some of those phone calls we talked about?" Kurt looked like he wanted to argue, but one look from Burt sent him on his way.

"When Finn is done I think you two better try to get some sleep, this has been a long day for everyone. I'll call you both off of school tomorrow and we'll figure out what comes next," said Burt and suddenly Finn was incredibly tired. As soon as Kurt was gone Burt turned to Finn, "You're doing the right thing, not telling Kurt the details. He doesn't need that in his head. Now, just tell Jimmy everything you remember and today will be over."

Finn leaned back on the couch, closed his eyes, and started to talk.