Finn dreams that Kurt is dying. He doesn't know why, and he doesn't know exactly what's wrong or what happened, all he knows is that when he wakes up, he feels like he wants to vomit.

He dresses quickly (striped sweater, jeans, sneakers) and goes downstairs. His mom is already sat at the kitchen table, but she isn't eating her breakfast, just pushing the pieces of omelette around her plate. She looks up at him as he sits down opposite. "Hey, mom."

"Morning, sweetie. Do you want to finish my omelette? It's still warm." She passes him the plate, then leaves the table, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and patting his shoulder, as she leaves the room. But Finn can't eat the omelette either. The dream about Kurt is still playing on his mind, he still feels uneasy. So he empties the food into the garbage, and puts the plate in the dishwasher.

He figures that going for a run will clear his head. He doesn't know why dreaming about Kurt has had such an effect on him. He's dreamt about people dying before, but usually he forgets the details just after he wakes up. But he can still see Kurt in the hospital bed, face pale and waxy, hair plastered to his forehead in a way that he wouldn't approve of.

Just as he is about to change into more appropriate clothing, he gets a text from Kurt. "Hey Finn. Could you come over to my place ASAP? It's important. I have to tell you something and it needs to be in person."

Dismissing the multitude of non-life-threatening things Kurt might have to tell him, the sick feeling returns. "Mom, I'm borrowing the car for a while," Finn shouts through to the living room as he rushes out of the front door. He realises his hands are shaking when he fails to get the key in the lock the first time. Once in the car, he speeds towards the Hummel's, dismissing any and all thoughts of mailmen he might run into, which works for slowing down his driving speed as well as his... arriving speed. Turning the corner, he realises he has tears in his eyes. He doesn't know why this is upsetting him so much. He has convinced himself that he would act the same for any other of his friends. Also, he has now convinced himself that Kurt is going to reveal he has a fatal disease, something no medication can fix, maybe some new undiscovered illness that's going to kill all his friends and leave him all alone in Lima, by himself. By the time he pulls up in front of Kurt's house, tears are streaming down his face. He uses his sleeve to wipe his eyes as he walks to the front door. He raises his hand to knock, but Kurt must have been watching out for him, because the door opens and Finn sees a quizzical face staring at him.

"Finn, have you been crying? Did you find out? It's a shock, I know." Kurt looks concerned.

Oh shit. He really is dying. "Oh God, Kurt." Without thinking, Finn pulls him into a bear hug, trying not to cry again, almost crushing the smaller boy.

"Finn. As much as I have dreamt of this moment, I am having problems breathing. Please let go."

Oh shit. Must be some lung disease. Fuck. That means he won't be able to sing. He's being really brave, Finn thinks, knowing that he would be freaking out 24/7 if it was him. Hell, he's freaking out and it's happening to Kurt. He can tell his eyes are welling up again. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. This must be awful for you. When did you find out?"

"Well, my dad sat me down last night, when he came in. He said that your mom might tell you, which she obviously did, but I didn't think you would find it awful. Or upsetting. I thought we were friends." Kurt said, well, curtly.

"We are friends, Kurt. Would I be this upset if we weren't? You seem like you've, you know, come to terms with it... Pretty quickly. Is it serious? How long have you... got left?"

"How long have I what? Finn, are we talking about the same thing here? What did your mom tell you?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing. I saw her at breakfast, she gave me her omelette, then I got your text and came straight over. I dreamt that you were in hospital. Dying. And now with your lung disease... sorry." Finn shrugged, looking at the floor.

"Lung... disease?" Kurt looked as if he was doing a pretty good impression of a confused Finn in Spanish class.

"Yeah. You couldn't breathe. Isn't that what's wrong?"

"Oh. Finn Hudson. You are such a sweetheart. I couldn't breathe because you are twice my size and you were crushing my ribcage. I am definitely not dying. I am the picture of health. However, our parents are dating."