There was something that was bothering Finn. Something that was bringing his worrying to a whole new level. This one image, one image, would not come out of his head, no matter how much he tried to push it out.

When he had turned to leave his brother's room, his eye had caught something strange. There was a small clump of hair on the pillow, and a small bald spot on his brother's head.

He had almost cried when he got back to his room, at this point questioning God and doctors and karma. He knew a million people who had done heinous things and gotten no punishment at all, yet here was his darling brother. The nicest boy he had ever met, who always looked for the good in people, whose laugh could make people in mourning break out in smiles, whose eyes were prettier than the sky on a summer day, and he had cancer.

How did he even find the strength to smile? Finn knew if he were in that situation he would be bawling everyday, all day. Yet his brother, his younger brother, still laughed as if everything were all right.

He remembered the day they had first discovered that Kurt's hair was falling out. Kurt had laughed, eyes filling with tears, and joked about early baldness. His heart broke in his chest. He was surprised that the shards didn't pierce his lungs. It was just Kurt, him, and his mom. And it was the saddest thought that maybe Kurt would be going soon, too.

Kurt's father left. Just up and left. Kurt's dad had married Carole three years ago. He used Kurt as a punching bag for three years and then he was gone. Carole had gone berserk, calling him all sorts of names upon his departure, neither Finn nor Carole had known about the abuse..but Kurt had told her to calm down, because he wasn't worth getting worked up over. He wasn't even angry at his father. He said that his violent outbursts were due to pent up frustration after Kurt's birth mother had died three years before they met Carole and Finn. So selfless..

Finn was glad when Kurt moved in. He was a good influence, desite being younger than he, and he made him want to be a nicer person. Kurt was understanding and kind and funny and intelligent. He got immaculate grades at school and had a few friends. Then there was Thomas. Thomas was a burly boy with beady eyes who would shove Kurt into the walls and lockers, making constant quips about the fact that he was gay. Because that level of knowledge in knowing who you were was disgusting to someone who doubted himself as much as Thomas did. So he ignorantly called Kurt all the names he could think of. Homo, queer, fag, sinner, told him to burn in hell, because he was a "fucking faggot". He told him he hoped he died sucking cock. When Finn had found out, he nearly went to the little bastard's house and beat him to a bloody mess, but like always, Kurt had taken his hand and told him to calm down.

"I'm not worth it, Finn. Calm down. I don't want you getting in trouble over me. Besides..I'm used to being hit." He laughed, a laugh that seemed to bring a ghost of joy to his eyes but none to Finn's, because it only made him cringe with the memory and realisation that Kurt had been hit so much that he was used to it. He had gone to school each day with fresh cuts and bruises for three years and people had to notice, but they didn't care, because people were selfish and they didn't care about Kurt simply because he was gay,

"Like hell you're not worth it!" Finn had yelled at his brother, disbelief filling his eyes along with a wild urge to beat up Thomas until he couldn't speak anymore. His voice softened.

"Kurt.." he said. "Kurt, you're not going to hell. You deserve to love whoever you want to, and Thomas," He spat the name, venom in his voice, " can burn in hell for all I care."

"Finn," he had said, his soft voice filling the room, bringing Finn out of his violent thoughts. He took his hand again. "I don't believe in a god, but the god he speaks of must not hold him in such high regards either, if he would tell me such things. I don't find you stupid for believing in a god, not at all. I have problems with people who sin more than atheists believing in a god, and thinking that just having a religion makes them superior to everyone else. Thomas is a hypocrite. Don't waste your energy hitting him, or protecting me."

But now all he wanted to do was hold his brother close and never let go of him. He wanted to shield his baby brother from all the doctors with their needles and medicine and all the people in the world and hold him close until he was completely pristine and perfect again, just like he had been three months ago. Like he still was behind all the medical records and doctors and hospital visits.

He remembered the way Kurt had liked to sing and dance, his angelic voice hitting high notes perfectly and bringing shame to the original artists. He had loved it. Now he was resigned to his room.

It was hard to focus on school, or football practice or Glee Club at all. He was snapped out of his reverie by Rachel in the middle of English class.

"And I have this great idea for a Celine Dion mash-up and- Finn! Finn, are you even listening?" Finn's face flew off of his hand.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. What?"

"Finn, honestly, didn't you hear anything I said? I was saying that Tina and Mike are dating now and that I have a great idea for a Celine Dion mash-up at Glee Club."

"Well, Rachel, that's a great idea, but do you mind if I sing a different song? It would mean a lot to me." Rachel looked considerate. Finn never asked Rachel to sing a different song before, so it must be important.

"Sure, Finn. Which song did you want to sing?" Finn paled.

"I-It's a secret.." Normally, Rachel would press him for the answer, but she let it go. Finn looked like he was worrying, and that was something that Finn didn't usually do. Usually he was the least worried, and that was why Rachel was concerned.

So what Rachel Berry did when she was concerned, was hold a Glee Club meeting, and make sure Finn didn't know about it.

So it was twenty minutes later that the Glee Club unenthusiastically found themselves in the Choir Room. Rachel drew (badly) a picture of Finn on the whiteboard.

"Look, fellow Glee Clubbers, Finn has been acting weird lately."

"Yes, yes, very observant, princess. Now can I get to last period?" Santana quipped.

"Seriously, Santana, Finn's been acting weird. He was in real hurry to get home the other day and he wouldn't let me talk to him. He didn't stay to watch Karofsky and Azimio slushie Artie, either-"

"I may add, that that was painful and freezing."

"Puck, what the hell? They've slushied you, too." said Santana.

"Order!" yelled Rachel.

"Look, Rachel. You're not a judge, but I would be more than willing to use your abnormally large nose as a gavel." A few members sniggered. Santana looked pleased with herself.

"Back to the point, Finn has been acting strange, and some of you agreed." She looked at Puck. "What do think is on his mind?"

"Is anything ever on his mind?" whispered Mercedes to Tina. Tina giggled.

"I say we follow him to his house, totally creep the situation and find out what's up." suggested Puck.

"Well, I for one, don't want to creep out his family. I have never met them before."

"You've been dating Finn for three months and you haven't met his family?" scoffed Mercedes.

"Yes, because I have been working on the perfect first impression, but maybe I should go a few months sooner than I planned."

"Yes, do that. I'm off to Science." said Santana, picking up her bag and walking out the door.

"Then that's that." Rachel said, grabbing her bag and doing the same.

Everyone was busy gossiping when Finn came in, like usual. Rachel handed out a list of Celine Dion songs and polled everyone on which one she should sing. Mercedes and Tina were giggling together, and Santana looked confused about whatever Brittany had just said. So, all in all, it was a pretty normal day.

"Alright guys, take you seats!" shouted Mr. Schue as he walked in. Finn remained standing.

"Um, Mr. Schue?"

"Yes, Finn?" Mr. Schue asked as he stopped shuffling through his papers for a moment.

"May I..sing a song?"

"Of course. Go ahead." Finn smiled.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue."

"No problem, Finn."

Finn faced his fellow Glee Club members prepared to sing.

You are my sweetest downfall, I loved you first, I loved you first. Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth...

The Glee Club exchanged confused glances.

I have to go, I have to go, your hair was long when we first met...Samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head, ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed... Why was Finn singing this song?

And the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us, and the bible didn't mention us...Not even once..You are my sweetest downfall, I loved you first, I loved you first...

Rachel teared up. There was a sincerity in the words, but she hadn't an inkling why.

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads...but they're just old light..they're just old light..Your hair was long when we first met...

Mr. Schue looked at Finn. Really looked at Finn. There was some pain in his eyes and he could tell that Finn was fighting back tears.

Samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head, ate a slice of wonderbread, and went right back to bed...Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down, no, we couldn't destroy a single one..And the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us...not even once...

I loved you first...

And he held the last note, that was full of melancholy. Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel dabbed at their eyes, and now, they needed to know..What was up with Finn?