A/N: Sorry, loves! I've been dealing with a migraine for a few days. Thanks again for all of the feedback. Y'all are awesome!

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~Chapter 10~

Previously: When they hit the last note, the crowd burst into applause and cheers seconds before the fire alarm rang out. The group stood up and watched all of their classmates stampede out the doors. Santana took this as her chance to sneak up on Hermione.

"I told you that you'd be great. I'm pretty sure I heard Jewfro yell thathewanted to haveyourbabies and I know I heard plenty of other comments about the 'sexy British girl'. You almost singlehandedly caused a sex riot," she murmured huskily into the slightly taller girl's ear, looking her up and down. "And I can understand why," she told her with a wink before strutting away, leaving a flustered Hermione behind.

Hermione was sitting at the piano in the choir room when Puck walked in. He crept up behind her and rested his arm on her shoulder.

"Do you mind?" Hermione chuckled before spinning around to look at him.

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there," the football player responded with a smile. "How are you doing?"

"Alright, I guess. I kinda miss home, but I'm glad I'm here."

"Why did you decide to move here anyway?" He inquired curiously, sitting next to her on the piano bench.

"Um, crazy ex's?" She spoke quickly, avoiding his gaze.

"Ooh, do tell. I love me some juicy lesbian sex stories," Puck murmured while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, earning a slap on his arm from the British girl.

"Oi. You boys are all the same. But, let's see. My first lesbian encounter happened with this seventeen year old from France when I was fourteen. That 'relationship' was purely physical."

"Man, talk about the best form of a relationship! What else?" He prodded with a grin.

"Well, I've been with probably ten different girls. And then there was that summer with the twins…" she trailed off as more glee members entered.

"Oh, come on! You can't leave it at that. I want to know your secrets, Granger," the brown-eyed boy moaned, causing several pairs of eyes to land on him. Hermione smiled at him innocently before moving to sit in the back row. The jock ignored everyone else and hurried to sit by her. They began quietly chatting about their sexual histories when Finn stood up and moved to the front of the room. As he talked about wanting to pay tribute to Jesus this week, Hermione and Puck rolled their eyes.

"Sorry, but if I wanted to sing about Jesus, I'd go to church. And the reason I don't go to church is because most churches don't think very much of gay people…or women…or science."

"I agree with Kurt," Hermione mumbled.

"I don't see anything wrong with getting a little church up in here," Mercedes said, ignoring Kurt and Hermione's comments.

"I agree. I had a really hard year and I turned to God a lot for help. I, for one, wouldn't mind saying thanks," the head cheerleader informed the group.

"Thanks for what? That it didn't come out a lizard baby?" Hermione snorted before she and the Latina made eye contact from across the room, sharing a smirk.

"Whenever I pray, I fall asleep," Brittany interjected.

"Well, guys, maybe our song selections don't have to be about Jesus. We could do songs about spirituality," Will suggested, trying to avoid any serious confrontations between his kids.

"You got a problem with Jesus?" Finn snapped at a less than enthusiastic Puck.

"No, I got no problem with the guy. I'm a total Jew for Jesus. What I don't like seeing is people using J money to crimp everybody else's style. 'Cause it seems to me that spirituality or whatever you call it, is about enjoying the life you've been given. I mean, I see God whenever I make out with a new chick."

"Here, here!" Hermione called out, earning a couple chuckles from her peers.

"Ok, ok, that doesn't make any sense. In fact, it's stupid," spat Rachel.

"Are you calling Mr. Billy Joel stupid? This time, I'd like to continue my streak of only doing songs by Jewish artists. Hit it." Hermione couldn't help but smile as Puck began singing Only the Good Die Young before joining in herself.

A few hours later, Hermione was sitting in Will's office when Emma rushed in, a few tears trickling down her face. As soon as she informed them about what happened, Hermione instantly began to feel sick.

"Can I go tell him?" She whispered as both Will and Emma nodded. She walked to her friend's French class and informed the teacher that she was sent here by the guidance counselor to tell Kurt some terrible news. "Kurt, I need to talk to you." The boy in question looked up alarmed and followed her into the hallway.

"Is everything ok?"

"Kurt…it's your dad. He had a heart attack." The boy digested the information before his eyes welled up with tears. "Will, Emma, and I can take you to the hospital right now," she told him softly before grabbing his hand. Once they were at the hospital, Hermione had her arms around Kurt as he rocked back and forth waiting for some sort of news. After the doctor told them that the boy's father was in a coma, Will asked if they could see him. When they reached the room, Kurt rushed in as the other three followed closely behind.

"I need a minute."

"I don't think you should be alone, Kurt…" Emma murmured, moving closer to him.

"Guys, let him have this. We'll be right outside, love."

The next day at glee, everyone was coming up to Kurt and giving him their condolences; even Santana showed sympathy towards the poor boy. The room was silent until Finn rushed in.

"What the hell happened?" He cried out angrily.

"My dad's in the hospital…" Kurt stated numbly.

"I know. My mom just called me. I feel like I'm the last one to know!"

"Well, I'm sorry Finn. It didn't occur to me to call you since he's not your father."

"Yeah, well, he's the closest I'm ever gonna get. Ok, I know it may not look like what everybody else has, but I thought we were sort of a family. I guess I just didn't like overhearing people talking about it in gym class," he finished slowly. Kurt sighed and moved his bag, so the football player could sit next to him.

"Hey, guys, our thoughts are all with Kurt and I know it's sort of hard to really focus on anything," the choir director addressed them after he entered the room.

"Mr. Schue, I've been struggling trying to figure out what to say to Kurt all day. And I realized I don't want to say it, I want to sing it. This song is about being in a very dark place and turning to God. It's a spiritual song, Mr. Schue, is that ok? Tina, Quinn, can you help me out please?" Mercedes took a deep breath and began to sing I Look to You. After she belted out the last note, she met her best friend's watery gaze.

"Thank you, Mercedes. Your voice is stunning, but I don't believe in God."

"Wait, what?" Tina gasped, appalled at what her friend said.

"You've all professed your beliefs, I'm just stating mine. I think God is kind of like Santa Claus for adults. Otherwise, God is kind of a jerk, isn't he? I mean, He makes me and Hermione gay and then has his followers going around telling us it's something that we chose. As if someone would choose to be mocked every single day of their life. And right now I don't want a Heavenly Father. I want my real one back," Kurt uttered, wiping away a tear.

"But Kurt, how do you know for sure? You can't prove there's no God?"

"You can't prove there aren't real life gnomes that look like overgrown potatoes who can only be gotten rid of by grabbing onto their heels and swinging them around your head before hurling them over a hill, but it seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?" Hermione blurted out, coming to Kurt's defense.

"Is God a potato?" Brittany asked Hermione seriously.

"We shouldn't be talking like this. It's not right!" Quinn shrieked causing Hermione to stand up and storm out of the room. Mr. Schuester ran after his niece as the remaining glee kids sat in silence wondering about the British girl's unexpected reaction.

"Way to go, Stretch Mark."

"Shut up, Santana!" The blonde snapped, immediately feeling guilty for upsetting the older girl.

"I wonder why she ran off like that," Artie mused out loud.

"Yeah. I mean, none of us even know why she showed up here all of a sudden. Ooh, I know. Let's go on a field trip to the library," Rachel said, standing up and marching towards the door. Their curiosity got the best of them, so the rest of the glee members reluctantly followed the diva to the library.

Once the glee club reached their destination, Rachel took charge and sat in front of the nearest computer before typing 'Hermione Granger' into Google. She clicked on the first article she saw and began reading aloud.

"Hermione Granger Sole Survivor of Brutal Home Invasion—Hermione Granger, 17, was the only survivor of a malicious attack on her home. Authorities do not know the cause of Henry and Jean Granger's tragic deaths, but it is clear that Miss Granger was forced to watch her parents die at the hands of at least three unknown assailants. Although we do not know the extent of Miss Granger's injuries, a large amount of her blood was discovered at the scene of this horrific crime. Many of our frequent readers will remember Miss Granger's name from the articles we wrote several months ago regarding the three or four weeks in March and April in which the young woman was kidnapped and tortured by a terrorist group. Miss Granger was not available for questioning at this time."

"Oh my God," Mercedes whispered, voicing everyone else's opinions. One by one, they left the library and went their separate ways, trying to wrap their heads around what they had just heard. Soon, only Finn and Rachel were left staring blankly at the computer screen.

"You really shouldn't have done that, Rachel," the quarterback told her quietly.

"I didn't think it would've been that bad," she whispered, ashamed of her need to figure the mysterious girl out.

Santana was walking by Ms. Pillsbury's office when she heard an all too familiar voice screaming.

"I can't find her anywhere, Emma! This is all my fault. I should've been paying more attention to her instead of trying to get you back!"

"Will, calm down! She'll be found when she wants to be found." Santana did not bothering sticking around to hear the rest of the conversation and sprinted to the auditorium. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found the wavy-haired brunette lazily playing the piano.

"Mr. Schue's really worried about you, you know."

"Oh, hey, Santana, what are you doing here?" The British girl asked with a sigh.

"I just wanted to" check on you "tell you that you should really talk to Quinn. She feels really bad about what she said," the Latina informed the other girl in an unfamiliar tone, desperately trying not to upset the wavy-haired brunette in front of her.

"You all know, don't you?" She inquired dejectedly.

"Yes," Santana replied with a groan, running a hand through her hair. "The dwarf took it upon herself to investigate. I bet she feels like a total ass now."

"Can I ask you something?" The brown-eyed cheerleader nodded. "Why are you like this with me? I mean, I've heard you can be quite the bitch." Santana faltered for a brief moment before regaining her composure.

"Um, you're hot and haven't done anything to piss me off?" She responded uncertainly.

"Oh. Well, aren't I special?" Hermione chuckled. Santana rolled her eyes before pulling the other girl up off the piano bench.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it," the raven-haired girl growled, dragging the now giggling girl off the stage.

A/N, part II: Woo. Longest chapter thus far. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to update again in a few days, but my birthday's on Saturday, so who knows what's going to happen, haha.

Thanks again for giving this story a chance! :)