Hello everyone! This chapter is extra long; I can't wait for the next few, things will get interesting :)

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"Hey!" Burt greeted me and my Dad happily when we arrived at their house for Friday night dinner.

"How's it goin' Burt?" My dad smiled as they clapped each other on the back.

"Good to see you, Jonathan," Burt grinned. "Gracie, it's always a pleasure."

I smiled and hugged Burt. "Hey Burt," I greeted.

"I'm sorry to say that Kurt won't be joining us tonight," Burt sighed. "He had to get in line for the new dvd set of Grey's Anatomy."

"Good lord," I laughed.

"But Finn and Carol are here tonight," he smiled while my dad and I followed him into the house.

"'Sup, Frankenteen," I smiled and flopped into the armchair across from where he sat on the couch.

"Hey, Grace," he nodded.

"Kurt not being here wouldn't have anything to do with you and your mom would it?" I asked casually, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," he frowned. "He's not too big on Burt dating my mom."

I shrugged. "He'll come around," I said. "Kurt just doesn't always like to share."

I relaxed into the armchair and brought my legs up and tucked them next to me. I could see my dad in the kitchen and smiled warmly at Burt and Carole. They were a beautiful couple, truly.

"So, you and Puck huh?"

I snapped my head over to Finn with wide eyes. "He told you?" I whispered harshly.

"No," Finn laughed. "You just did."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Just be quiet…anyone else in this house finds out and I'll slaughter you," I told him lowly.

"I have no doubt you would," he nodded. "But, seriously, Puck?"

"Shut up, Finnocence. Santana?"

"Don't say anything," he snapped. "Rachel doesn't know."

"What the crap?" I laughed loudly. "You guys have been dating for like 4 months, how doesn't she know? Everyone knows."

"I don't know," he grumbled. "But I'd rather she never know."

"She's going to find out sooner or later, dude," I shrugged. "So don't let me be the one to say I told you so after she does. How'd you figure about me and Noah?"

"Noah," he said in a teasing voice. "'Cause, you guys are practically attached at the hip. Every time I call him to get on and play Call of Duty, he's too busy hangin' with you. And I figured after that bet you both had going, one of you was going to burst. Apparently, you caved first."

I not-so-discretely raised a not-so-nice finger at Finn. "Sorry I've been butting into your 'bro' time," I chuckled.

"You better. Bro time is sacred," he said with a seriously tone, causing me to laugh.

"Why don't you two do a duet in glee," I snickered. "That seems to always solve everyone's problems."

Finn responded by throwing a decorative pillow at my face as I continued to laugh.

I chucked the pillow back at him and he caught it easily. "Hey," I said. "I'm sorry you didn't get back your QB spot back from Sam."

Finn's face fell for a moment before he shrugged. "It's no big," he said. "I'm sure I'll be able to get it back. I mean Sam's cool in all, but since he ditched on joining Glee I don't feel bad trying to take the position from him."

"Yeah what's up with that?" I asked. "He was really good, and seemed really up for joining when I caught you guys getting your Bruno Mars on."

"I don't know," Finn shrugged. "He wants to be cool, and I think he knows Glee won't help his rep at all."

"Cool shmool," I rolled my eyes. "I have US History with him; I'll try to talk sense into him tomorrow."

"I think he has a little crush on you," Finn stated while holding back a smile.

I rolled my eyes. "Well obviously I'm not interested in him like that," I chuckled.

"Just sayin' maybe you'd be the best at talking sense to him."

"Hey, guys!" I grinned and hopped up the two steps to sit in the back of the choir room with Quinn and Mercedes.

"Hey, girl," Mercedes smiled.

"How's your day been?" Quinn asked.

I shrugged, "Alright. Better now that I'm here."

"I know what you're sayin'," Mercedes nodded. "This is usually the highlight of my day, too."

"It just means that I'm that much closer to being home," Quinn smiled and looked past me.

I turned to see Noah lazily climbing the risers. "Hi," I smiled.

He leaned down and planted a kiss by my temple, "Hey." Puck took up the seat to my right as the bell rang, and as Finn immediately asked for Mr. Schue's attention as he raised his hand.

"I have something to say," he announced and got up to stand by Schuester. "Something happened to me and I can't really get into it, but it's shaken me to my core."

I looked at Quinn to my left then over at Puck. Finn was usually odd, but even this was weird for him.

"Oh, my God. He's coming out," Puck joked.

"Why, yes," Finn agreed. "There is a man who has recently come into my life…and that man is Jesus Christ."

Everyone stared at him in shock. This was not something anyone would expect to come from Finn's mouth. Especially, since he was dating the biggest Jew in the school. Speaking of which, I wish I could see her face right now!

"That's way worse," Puck said, causing Mr. Schue to shoot him a look.

"And I know there's others in here who dig him too," Finn continued, and earned a large smile from Quinn, resident Jesus freak. "I was thinking maybe we could pay tribute to him in music…y'know, pay tribute to Jesus," he smiled. Poor Finn, he was just so innocent, and now he was going to be completely shot down.

"I'm sorry," Kurt interjected. "But, if I wanted to sing about Jesus I would go to church. And, the reason I don't go to church is because most of them don't think very much of gay people…or women, or science."

"I don't see anything wrong with getting' a little church up in here," Mercedes disagreed with a smile.

I nodded despite myself. "I agree," I said. "I had had a pretty tough year, and honestly I turned to God quite a few times. There's a lot I'd like to say thanks for."

Santana's head turned sharply in my direction, "Say thanks for what? That he broke your arm, sent you a crazy boyfriend, and an eating disorder?"

I took a deep breath and frowned at her, "First off, you broke my arm. And second, I've dealt with those problems and they're in the past."

"You know, if you weren't a girl I'd hit you," Puck said bluntly with narrowed eyes.

Quinn scowled, "I have no problem with it."

"Santana, that was highly unnecessary," Mr. Schuster frowned.

Brittany spoke up for the first time as if nothing had just happened, "Whenever I pray I fall asleep…"

A couple of us laughed and Mr. Schu spoke up, "Well, guys, maybe our song selection doesn't have to be about Jesus…we could do songs about spirituality."

I could feel Noah's eyes roll beside me as he swung an arm onto the back of my chair.

"You got a problem with Jesus?" Finn asked defensively, still standing next to Schue.

"Oh, I got no problem with the guy. I'm a total Jew for Jesus; He's my number one Heeb," he said sarcastically and I tried not to chuckle. "What I don't like seeing is people using J-Money to cramp everyone else's style. 'Cause it seems to me that true spirituality, or whatever you wanna call it, is about enjoying the life that you've been given."

I wasn't the only one who turned to look at Puck in surprise. That was actually a…intelligent thing to say. And pretty spot on, too.

"I mean, I see God every time I make out with a new chick," he shrugged.

I take it back. I take it all back; this is still Puck we're talking about after all. I turned and glared lightly at him causing him to smile.

Rachel spoke up from the front, "Okay, that doesn't make any sense. In fact, it's stupid."

"Are you calling Mr. Billy Joel stupid?" he fired back.

Oh, no, she better not. Nobody talks shit about Billy, at least not while I'm around. Noah stood and began to walk down the steps to the floor.

"This time, I'd like to continue my streak of doing song only sung by Jewish artists," he said.

I couldn't help but grin stupidly at Puck as he smirked to us. "Come out Virginia, don't let me wait. You Catholic girls start much too late, awh but sooner or later it comes down to fate. I might as well be the one."

Only the Good Die Young; it was one of my dad's favorites that had grown on me over the years- No matter how hard he tried I would never be a fan of Kansas.

I grinned as I watched Noah walk and around the floor with his acoustic guitar. It was one of those times that Puck was completely turning me on and I could feel the heat rising up my neck. But, this usually happened to me whenever he performed something.

"Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray. They built you a temple and locked you away. Awh, but they never told you the price that you pay for things that you might have done…Only the good die young! Oh, whoa whoa!"

Puck hopped up the risers with his guitar and leaned forward, smiling, as he sang to me, "You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation!"

I shimmied my shoulders lightly has he sang and quickly leaned forward to kiss his cheek before he jumped back down to continue the song, "You got a brand new soul mmmm, and a cross of gold! Oh, whoa whoa!"

I stood with Quinn and the others and jumped to join Noah on the floor. Quinn and I grabbed hands and danced with each other happily, Mike and Tina joining us before I twirled around Artie. I was too busy laughing and dancing to notice that Kurt was sitting stubbornly, ignoring everyone's fun.

"Come out, come out, Virginia don't let me wait. You Catholic girls start much too late. Sooner or later it comes down to fate. I might as well be the one, you know that only the good die young! Oh whoa, whoa! Tell ya, baby!"

Puck gave one last strum of his guitar before we started clapping and cheering. Well, that certainly was one way to brighten everyone's spirits. Puck slung his guitar around his shoulder and pulled me towards him, trying to land a kiss, but I moved away.

He quirked an eyebrow at me and asked, "What?"

I shrugged innocently and smirked, "Nothing, I'm just wondering how many times you've 'seen God' recently."

He rolled his eyes, "Only when I make out with you."

I laughed, "That's good, because I'd beat you up if I found out about other girls."

He laughed and I finally let him kiss me hard on the mouth. The bell rand loudly over the speakers and startled us. The school day was now over. Puck tightened his arms around my waist and I leaned my head on his chest.

"What do you want to do today?" He mumbled against my head.

I sighed, "I really feel like just taking a nap."

"Want some company?"

I looked up at him and smiled, "That would be nice."

When we arrived back at his house I grabbed a pair of my sweatpants that I had shoved into his dresser, and took off my shirt to leave me in a tank top. I rubbed my arms from the cold air in Noah's room and turned to his closet. As I rifled through his things hanging up inside, a sweatshirt was suddenly thrown on top of my head. I laughed as I pulled it off and looked over my shoulder to see Noah leaning against his bed. I quickly pulled the sweatshirt over my head and turned to tackle him. We both laughed as we bounced lightly against his mattress.

I rolled over so I was on my back, lying next to him. "Where's you sister?" I asked, already knowing his mom was at work.

"She's at her friend's house until later. My mom's going to pick her up on her way home tonight," he answered, and turned on his side to look down at me. "So, that means we could have a bit of fun," he waggled his eyebrows, causing me to laugh.

I reached up and brought his face down to mine. It was moments later that I felt his calloused finger tips touching my bare stomach and roaming their way up, I unintentionally shivered and slightly pulled away. "Maybe another time," I smirked.

Puck groaned loudly and completely laid himself on top of me, "Such a tease."

I pushed my hands against his shoulders to get him to move and laughed, "I can't breathe."

"Good," he buried his face into my neck, tickling me, causing me to laugh harder.

"I just want to take a nap and cuddle!" I giggled. "Please, we can do that another time!"

Puck lifted himself onto his elbows and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, "Promise?"

I nodded, "Yes, now get off me!"

Noah smiled and flipped himself over and got comfortable on his back while I reached to the end of his bed and grabbed a blanket. I pulled it up behind me and practically laid myself on top of him. Puck grunted and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"So, you get to lay on me, huh?" he mumbled. I responded by nodding my head.

I placed my hand on his chest and sighed, "When are you doing to take me on that date you owe me?" I felt Noah shift below me and then he kissed my forehead.

I could hear the sleep in his voice as he spoke down to me, "Just wait a little longer. It will be perfect."

I smiled lightly, "After this big date you're planning...do you think we can be official?"

"I think…you'll have to wait and see," he smirked.

"I hate you," I murmured as I felt my eyes get heavy.

I swear I'd only just dozed off when Noah was shaking me awake. "You're phone wont stop ringing," he grumbled.

I rubbed my eyes and reached over him for my jeans that were on the floor and dug my phone from the pocket. "Hello?" I answered.

"Grace, I've been trying to call you all afternoon," he dad sighed on the other end. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, dad," I said while trying to wake myself up. "I fell asleep at Noah's house."

"I need you to come home, we need to head to the hospital," he said.

"Hospital?" I asked, suddenly completely alert. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but Burt had a heart attack this morning."

"Oh, my God," I freaked, nearly falling off of the bed and I climbed over Noah. "I'll be there in a minute."

I hung up on my dad and quickly shucked off my sweats and pulled my jeans back on, not bothering to change out of Noah's sweatshirt.

"What's goin' on?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"I have to go," I breathed. "Kurt's dad had a heart attack and he's at the hospital."

"Oh, shit," he said while sitting up.

"I have to go," I told him quick as I kissed his lips. "I'll see you later."

The next afternoon, Noah basically had to drag me into the choir room where I noticed Kurt was already sitting quietly. I had been at the hospital with Kurt most of the night until my dad finally took Kurt home after much insisting on both our parts. Kurt stood from his seat as Tina hugged him, and I reached for him next, kissing his cheek as I did so.

I stepped up the risers and took a seat next to Noah before placing my head on his shoulder and stifling a yawn. Noah reached over and grabbed my hand gently.

"How're you feeling today?" he asked quietly.

"Like I got hit by a bus," I sighed.

"What time did you get home last night?" he asked while rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand.

"I don't know," I sighed. "It must've been close to 1am."

I looked up as Schue came through his office and stood before us. "Hey guys," he sighed. "Our thoughts are all with Kurt and, uh, I know it's hard to really focus on anything else but uh-"

"Mr. Schue?" Mercedes asked as she raised her hand. "I've been struggling, trying to figure out what to say to Kurt all day. Then I realized I wanted to sing it, not say it."

Schue nodded and motioned for her to come up. "This is a song about being in a very dark place, and turning to God," she explained before asking Tina and Quinn to back her up. The three girls stood in front of us, and I straightened in my seat, curious to their performance.

"As I lay me down, heaven hear me now. I'm lost without a cause, after giving it my all. Winter storms have come, and darken my sun. After all that I've been through, who on Earth can I turn to? I look to you, I look to you."

I laid my head back onto Noah's shoulder and closed my eyes as I listened to Mercedes sing. It was truly a beautiful, and touching, song; but I already knew what Kurt's response would be. He and I have had many avid discussions about God and faith and he has always made it clear that he doesn't believe in any of it. This, was fine by me, we live in a world where anyone can believe what they want.

But, it was at times like these where I was going to get a little annoyed with Kurt. He may not believe, but he wasn't as accepting to those who did and were expressing it like Mercedes was at the moment.

As Mercedes finished her song I looked up, curious to what would happen next.

"Thank you, Mercedes," Kurt said calmly. "Your voice is stunning, but I don't believe in God."
"What?" Tina asked as she took her seat behind him.

"You've all professed your beliefs and I'm just stating mine," he responded. "I think God is kind of like Santa Claus for adults. Otherwise, God's kind of a jerk, isn't he? I mean, he makes me gay and then has all of his followers going around saying it was something that I chose. Like I would chosse to be tormented everyday. And right now I don't want a heavenly father, I just want my real one."

And there it was, I thought with a small frown.

"But, Kurt, how do you know for sure?" Mercedes asked. "I mean, you can't prove there's no God."

"You can't prove that there isn't a magic teapot floating around on the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside of it that reads romance novels and shoots lightning out of its boobs, but it seems pretty unlikely doesn't it?" he said back to her.

"Wait… is God and angry dwarf?" Brittany asked quietly, to which Puck nearly snorted. I'll admit, I bit back my own laugh as well.

"We shouldn't be talking like this," Quinn nearly gritted through her teeth. "It's not right."

"Kurt Quinn," Kurt said as he stood. "But you all can believe whatever you want, but I can't believe something I don't. I appreciate your thoughts, but I don't want your prayers."

I shook my head sadly as Kurt left the choir room. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

I walked into US History and instantly zeroed in on the boy with the blonde Bieber hair. I smirked as I remembered my conversation with Finn at the Hummel's a few days earlier. I walked past my usual seat and slipped into the seat next to his.

"Hi," I smiled as he looked up at me.

"Hey," he smiled back.

"How's it goin'? I haven't talked to you since the first day," I said. "You like the school at all so far?"

Sam shrugged indifferently before laughing lightly. "Yeah, I like it here," he said. "It's a lot better than an all boys school."

I grimaced. "Yeah that would be my idea of majorly crappy," I chuckled.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I did get quarterback, so that was really cool."

"I heard! Congrats. I'm looking forward to the game tomorrow night," I nodded.

"You're going?" he asked.

"Of course!" I smiled.

Okay, so maybe I was using my flirty smile, and I was being uncharacteristically interested in him; asking all those questions, shit I'm not normally that chatty. And, yeah okay, maybe I was using what Finn said to my advantage. Maybe Sam kinda liked me.

The Glee club would own me one if I got him in.

"Right, of course you'd be there," Sam smiled. "You're dating Puckerman, right?"

"No, actually," I shook my head. "Well, I don't know, at least not yet."

Sam nodded, his face telling me he didn't believe me one bit. "What?" I asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, I figured you guys were an item when I asked about you and Puck nearly knocked me out," he laughed.

"What?" I asked. In one hand, I was ecstatic that Puck was being protective of me, and on the other hand I was pissed because he hadn't gotten the balls to actually ask me out.

"Well, you can tell him he can get over himself," I rolled my eyes. "We're not actually official, but whatever. Anyways, I wanted to ask you about Glee club."

"Ms. Harper," I snapped my head up to see my teacher with her hands on her hips as she stared at me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Go back to your assigned seat."

I mentally let out an agitated sigh. I was so close. So close! Oh well, I'll catch him again.

"See ya, Grace," Sam smirked.

"See ya, Sam," I smiled widely.

I tossed my backpack onto the stairs as I came through my front door that afternoon. I moved aside to let Noah follow me in before shutting the door behind him. I kicked my shoes off and walked to the couch, pulled the throw blanket off the back and sat in the middle while letting Noah take up the end. He sat and threw his arm around me as I reached over him to grab the remote off of the end table.

"What're you puttin' on?" he asked as he trailed the tips of his fingers along the bare skin of my arm. I smiled and tossed the throw blanket over us.

"Big Bang Theory," I answered while selecting it, placing the remote down and curling into Noah.

"So I talked to Sam today," I started saying before Noah looked down at me.

"Quarterback with the big mouth?" he asked while raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah," I nodded slowly.

"Why?" he asked.

"I was trying to get him to try out for glee club again," I shrugged.

"Lost cause," he sighed. "I'd try not to hang around him too much."

"I heard that you two almost got into a fight," I smirked while glancing up at him.

He squirmed lightly. "Yeah," he answered with a gruff voice.

"What was that all about?" I pried more.

"Nothing," he responded quickly.

"Liar!" I accused as I turned and sat up on my knees as I faced him. "You big fat liar!"

Noah leaned his head back and groaned. "Why do you do that?" he asked. "If you knew the answer, why ask me? That's entrapment!"

I laughed as I kissed his cheek. "I just wanted to see if you'd admit to being protective of me," I smiled.

"Now that you know, I feel a hell of a lot less badass," he chuckled. "You're really hurtin' my rep, babe."

I threw my head back and laughed and Noah hooked his arms around my waist and pulled my across his lap. I ran my hand over his shaved, prickly head and smiled. "You should grow your mohawk back," I said. "I miss it."

"As you wish," he smirked.

"That's a great answer," I said. "That should be your answer all the time."

"Maybe I could be persuaded with a bit of a reward," he suggested with his famous lewd smirk.

"I'll make you cookies," I said while biting back my smile.

"I was thinking of something more along the lines of… something more physical," he smirked.

"My offer starts and stops with cookies," I deadpanned.

Noah weighed his options before shrugging. "Fine, I'll take cookies. Peanut butter chocolate chip."

I laughed and nodded. "As you wish," I smiled as I leaned down to kiss him.

No more than an hour later had Puck gotten a phone call from his Nana Connie saying that she was on her way over.

"Your Nana Connie is coming over?" I asked. "She never comes over."

"Yeah I know, but she's taking me to Temple later," he shrugged.

"Even more surprising," I smiled as we walked towards my front door.

"I'm just kind of bummed about Kurt's dad, I guess. I know what it's like without a dad and that sucks. I've kind of been praying for him, even if it makes me a wuss," he said while shoving his hands in his pockets.

I smiled and put my hand on his neck. "That doesn't make you even close to a wuss," I smiled. I kissed him softly and pulled away.

"I'll talk to you later, I'm going to the hospital with Quinn, Rachel, and Mercedes to see Burt," I told him.

"See ya," he smirked and kissed me again quickly before leaving.

"Last week we were too sexy, now we're too religious. We can't win," Tina said in frustration after Schue explained to us we couldn't sing about God, or even about spirituality in general.

"Now I know what Miley feels like," Brittany said, earning a large grin from me.

"The real tragedy here," Rachel said loudly. "Is that I found the most perfect spiritual number and now it's been ripped away from me like Sophie's Daughter."

I looked over at Rachel and scowled. "I'd say that's a rather terribly comparison," I said.

"Look guys," Schue said. "You can still sing whatever songs you want that sum up your feelings about God or being spiritual, just not on school grounds."

"I hope your happy Kurt," Santana said to him.

"Having the week of my life actually," he responded.

"Hey," I snapped, looking across the risers at her. "Back the hell off Kurt."

"Grace is right, Kurt had every right to speak his mind," Schue backed me.

"Look Kurt," Mercedes said. "We're all sympathetic to what you're going through, but siding with Sue would do anyone any good."

"It's doing me some good actually," he told her. "Now I don't have to sit around and listen to all you mental patients go on about a God, when I clearly know there isn't one."

I grimaced lightly as the bell rang and Kurt was first to spring up and exit the room. Leaning forward in my seat, I wrapped my arms around Noah's shoulders as he sat in front of me.

"Good luck at the game late," I said as I rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Thanks," he said. "You're coming, right?"

"Of course," I smiled. "If you win I'll make you cookies."

Noah snorted and I noticed Santana watching us with narrowed eyes and she gathered her books.

"Cookies mean sex," I told her with a smirk. She scowled and flipped her ponytail at us as she walked by.

"It does?" Puck asked while moving to look at me.

"No," I laughed.

"Damnit."

"Well, maybe," I shrugged.

Noah stood up and pulled me up with him. I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders and hooked my legs around his hips.

"I'll take maybe!" he laughed while holding my thighs.

"Oh snap!" I winced as Sam was tackled by a guy that looked more like a bus than a teenager. Beiste and team, as well as the Sports Medicine teacher Mr. Mortan, surrounded his figure lying on the ground while the rest of us watching in anticipation from the bleachers.

"I hope he's okay," Tina said.

"I wouldn't bet on it," I frowned while Beiste and Mortan helped him off the field. I watched a quick exchange between Beiste and Finn before gasping loudly and gripping Rachel's arm.

"What?" she asked with wide, panicked eyes.

"I think you're boyfriend just got his QB spot back!" I nearly cheered.

"What! Oh, my GOD," she screeched. "Yeah! WOO!"

I laughed as Rachel pumped her fists in the air enthusiastically.

Not fifteen minutes later the clock was being left to count down the last few seconds of the fourth quarter after Puck had just ran a touchdown, leaving us with the win. I was cheering with Rachel and Tina like silly fangirls in the bleachers with the rest of the McKinley's fans. I followed the two girls carefully down the slippery bleachers and separated from them to jog to Quinn, who was standing at the sidelines, waving her pompoms still.

When Quinn spotted me she squealed girlishly and we caught each other in a hug. "Holy crap!" she exclaimed. "Your boyfriend is amazing!"

I laughed as we pulled apart. "Still not official," I informed her, to which she pouted.

"Well then, your future boyfriend is amazing! That interception was incredible!" she gushed.

"I know," I smiled. "It was freakin' hot."

Quinn rolled her eyes before shoving me away. "Got get him," she laughed before pointing behind me. When I looked I found Noah standing with Finn and Mike with a large smile.

"Thanks!" I shouted to Quinn before making my way onto the turf and nearly skipping to him. Puck did a double take when he noticed me coming over and his smile grew a bit before he bumped fists with his two friends and walked towards me.

"Hey," he breathed, still grinning like a goof.

"Hi," I smiled back while shoving my hands in my pockets. "I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of that stud who scored the winning touchdown?" "You happen to be in the presence of said stud," he chuckled.

"Really?" I teased. "I thought for sure it was number 77."

"Anderson?" he asked. "That wuss was on the bench the whole game."

I laughed as I reached up and wrapped my arms around him neck and stood on my tippy toes. "You were awesome," I said before kissing him. Noah dropped the helmet that he had been dangling from his fingers and placed his hand on my back.

"Things have been pretty remorse around here lately," Schue started off practice by saying. "But, I'd like to celebrate some good news. Let's here it for Finn; for getting back his quarterback job and leading the Titans to a win! And, Puck; way to land the winning touchdown! We're proud of you guys."

I joined the others in clapping while I nudged Puck with my elbow, sending him a smile.

"Yeah, too bad that Sam kid basically had to get his arm ripped off for it to happen," Noah smirked before leaning over me to see Finn. "Good to have you back in the saddle, brother."

It was then that Kurt stood from behind me and walked down to stand next to Schue. "Mr. Schue, if I may," he said. "Um, I wanted to thank everyone for the kind emails and queries about my dad, but his condition remains the same. I need to express myself, so with your approval Mr. Schue I've prepared a piece to share."

"Of course Kurt," Schue nodded before taking up Kurt's seat in the risers.

"On the day of my mom's funeral," Kurt began. "When they were lowering her body into the ground, I was crying. I mean, that was it; that was the last time I was ever going to see her. And, I remember I looked up at my dad and I just wanted him to say something…just something to make me feel like my whole world wasn't over. And he just took my hand and squeezed it…and just knowing that those hands were there to take care of me, that was enough. So, this is for my dad."

My face was crumpled together in memory of that day. I knew exactly the feelings that Kurt was talking about; I had experienced it with him. And, just imagining my own dad laying in that hospital bed, after everything with my mother… it was enough to make me already want to weep. But, when Kurt began to sing I had to grab onto Noah's arm tightly to try and fight all the emotions back.

"Yeah I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand," he sang slowly. "When I say that something, I want to hold your hand. I wanna hold your ha-a-a-and, I wanna hold your hand.

Oh, please say to me, you'll let me be your man. And please, say to me you'll let me hold your hand. Now let me hold your ha-a-a-and, I wanna hold your hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside. Its such a feeling that my love, I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hand.

Yeah you, you got that something. I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your ha-a-a-and. I wanna hold your hand.

I wanna hold your hand."

I mirrored Kurt as he sniffed and wiped the tears off his face. I stood slowly and walked to him, and he let me wrap my arms around him as we both cried. "I'm so sorry," I whispered quietly as my lips quivered. "I am so sorry."

I took a deep breath and held Kurt tighter. "He's a strong man, and he's going to make it through," I said into his ear. "You not alone in this, Kurt. We're all here for you."

I pulled away and swiped a few of his tears away as he nodded. "Thank you, Grace," he said quietly.

"This seriously has been the week from hell," I sighed as I laid at the end of Noah's bed. "With Burt being sick, Kurt being inconsolable…not getting any sleep. I'm beat."

"I've got something for you to look forward to," Noah said nonchalantly as he picked up his guitar and sat against his headboard.

"Oh yeah?" I asked curiously.

"Next weekend's the big date," he grinned while waggling his eyebrows.

I let out a small squeal as I sat up and crawled up to him from the foot of the bed. "Yay," I laughed before I leaned over his guitar and quickly kissed him. I sighed and laid next to him, snuggling into his pillow as I looked up at him.

"Play me a song?" I asked.

Noah nodded and plucked around before I smiled, recognizing the song as he started to sing softly.

"We may only have tonight, but 'til the morning sun you're mine; all mine. Play the music low and swing to the rhythm of love.

When the mood is low, we can dance in slow motion and all your tears will subside, all your tears will dry. And long after I've gone, you'll still be humming along and I will keep you in my mind the way you make lovin' so fine.

We may only have tonight, but 'til the morning sun you're mine; all mine. Play the music low and swing to the rhythm of love."

"Okay," I smiled as Noah set his guitar aside and climbed over me. "I think cookie can be our new code word."