Title: Losing My Religion (1/?)

Author: hermyone_mex (ChindyAlo on tumblr)

Beta: Calienteyfria

Pairing: Finn/Kurt

Rating: PG for now

Warnings: Future fic but following the canon until episode 21 with some changes and expections, you'll see them during the chapters. This is a very angst story, so yeah... you're warned.

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to FOX and RIB and Chris Colfer and Diet Coke and Llamas and Cory Monteith. I just want to write Kinn, leave me alone.

Summary: Finn and Kurt are married, they have a daughter, they love each other. They have everything to be happy. But life can change in a second and never go back to be the same.

Notes: Excited and nervous with this fic. Still don't know how many chapters is going to have but this is long. I want to thank my beta, she's amazing and supports me a lot, same goes for some of you that know how much I'm working in this story and have cheered me with this, thank you!. I'll post every week, probably fridays or saturdays. Hope you like this thing :)

CHAPTER ONE: TRUE COLORS

But i see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why i love you

It happened on a Thursday.

Kurt loved Thursdays, the day preceding the weekend. He still had to do many duties for his job in the magazine, of course, but he knew that at the end of that day, when he got home, he'll be one step from Friday, and Friday means only one thing: freedom. This Thursday wasn't the exception. He was humming while he was ending to prepare breakfast and watching Elizabeth, his two year old, who was drawing and talking to herself.

"Finn!" Kurt yelled, after he checked the clock and looking at the ceiling since the other man was on the second floor. "Have you seen the time?"

The sound of heavy steps on the top floor indicated him that the other man had heard him. But, of course, it seemed to be very difficult for Finn to make an appropriate verbal answer.

"Dedde! ellow!" said the kid, raising with happiness her coloring book showing him her masterpiece.

Kurt placed the dishes with food on the table and walked to the highchair where the little girl was sitting. He took the coloring book and smiled proudly. At least this time she had successfully named the colour that she had actually used.

"Very well, Elizabeth! But it's 'daddy' not 'dedde', ok? You have to say it like 'dad' but in the diminutive form" he explained bowing to her height and watching her very seriously, the girl was now looking at him so fascinated, her two big blue eyes shining with excitement and listening him very carefully like she really was understand what he was saying. "And it's not 'ellow', honey, it's 'yellow'. Got it? Repeat: Yellow. Ye-llow, it's not..."

"Oh come on, Kurt. Could you please leave Elly alone for one day? The poor girl is only two, don't expect her to start talking like you," said Finn with a smirk entering in the kitchen. Kurt straightened and rolled his eyes while he went for two cups to fill them with coffee.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" the girl began to yell moving in her chair but unable to get up because of the belt that held firmly in her place. Finn unbuckled it and took the girl in his arms to start playing with her by tossing her slightly toward the ceiling.

"For your information, Finn Hudson, it's a scientific fact that children can talk as any adult so if they are raised with the appropriate vocabulary from the beginning of their existence. So yes, I'll keep correcting Elizabeth the times she needs it, thank you very much" he recited, sitting down after having finished, placing everything that was needed on the table for the breakfast.

Finn chuckled a little and shook his head with an expression of fun saying nothing more. And with the girl still in his arms, he sat next to Kurt smiling and began chopping the fruit on the kid's plate and started give her food in his mouth making sounds of cars every time he moved the spoon to the little girl.

"Finn, what did we say about keep giving her food in her mouth? She is perfectly capable of taking the spoon and take it to her mouth, and she should learn to eat in her chair, not on your lap." said Kurt without anger but a little impatient.

Finn pouted before answering.

"Oh, come on, Kurt, she's just a baby! It wasn't long ago that she ate baby food. Don't push her to grow up so quick!" He was watching her with devotion and making little noises of happiness every time she took a bite, the girl joyfully accepted food although half of it was on her lap. She giggled at the noises made by Finn who never stopped playing with the spoon.

Kurt smiled by the sight he had and let out a sigh of resignation and simply pursue his attention to his own breakfast trying not to lose the facade of seriousness every time his husband made different voices to narrate a new adventure of the train, boat, airplane, or any means of transport that was the spoon before reaching the "cave". When he finished eating, he picked up his empty dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, but when he saw that Elizabeth and Finn were both messy from eating, he feel like putting the two of them in the dishwasher. How could a man of thirty years end up a mess by giving food to his daughter? Well, that man was not just any person, Finn Hudson used to be the exception to... basically everything.

"Success!" Finn announced triumphantly and rising from his seat with the girl in his arms that laughed and applauded. "Time to change this little girl that has been attacked by monster-food!"

"Look who says it," Kurt murmured, finishing to clean the table. Finn was again heading upstairs with Elizabeth.

Ten minutes later, the kitchen was all clean and Kurt sat at the table reviewing the items that he had to deliver, finished and corrected for the next day. He wanted to bring forward the most he could because he knew that everything would be chaos in the office that day because it was the end of the month. That meant the new publication of the magazine and the last thing he wanted tonight was staying up late working on those items. He loved the Thursdays, yes, but not when he had to pass their nights working late at night. The sound of the doorbell broke his concentration, he sighed and got up to open to Anne, the girl in charge picking up Elizabeth to take to day care.

"Finn, hurry up!" Kurt yelled toward the stairs. "Hi Anne. Come on in."

"Good morning, Mr. Hummel," greeted the girl who, honestly, was not so young to call him sir, but Kurt had already surrendered a long time trying to convince her to call him 'Kurt' and it never worked.

"Good morning," said Kurt and looked forward to the ceiling. "I better go for them before you're late." He excused himself and went to his daughter's room where Finn was closing the diaper bag while Elizabeth, dressed in clean clothes, played with some toys that were around where she was sitting.

"Why did you put her in those clothes, Finn? Didn't you see the outfit that I left here?" asked pointing a blue dress and watching his daughter with indignity that was wearing a gaudy pink dress.

"Yes, I saw it, but you can't make her wear blue clothes all the time. Kurt, she's a girl, you know? Pink is for girls, and blue is for boys." Finn said

"No, Finn, you know there is no such a thing as colours for girls and boys. That idea is an aberration for fashion sense because not all women can wear pink, and not all men can wear blue," explained combing the girl's hair. "In addition, Elizabeth has blue eyes, the colour pink opaques them, but when she wears blue, it highlights her beautiful eyes," Kurt said, carrying the kid in his arms. He knew it was too late so there was no time to change her clothes, plus his job was combing her hair because, honestly, Finn was a mess trying to fix Elizabeth's hair.

"Whatever you say, dude," said Finn, smiling and kissing his cheek and then Elizabeth's forehead. "You're the genius in fashion, after all." Kurt smiled with affection. Then, the two men walked to the first floor while they were discussing how they should dress the little girl without traumatizing her with wearing only one color the rest of her life. The girl was laughing, watching the exchange of words between her two dads.

"Hey, Anne!" Finn greeted her ignoring Kurt's last comment about his completely lack of fashion and the fact that that hadn't traumatize him yet, so Elizabeth would be just fine wearing more blue than anything.

"And among all the pink shades that have had to choose, you chose the less flattering for her skin. Please, Finn, one would expect that you had already acquired some fashion sense at this point in our marriage," finished Kurt as he handed the girl to Anne who took her with a big smile, the girl laughed even more, she really loved her nanny.

"Hi, Mr. Hudson," said the girl, blushing like she did every time she saw Finn.

"Did you put everything in the diaper bag?" asked Kurt. Finn nodded, reciting the list of everything that had been placed in the diaper bag just to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. Anne looked at them with the same fascination that Elizabeth did. The girl had been dazzled by Finn from the time she had known him, her crush on him was so lovely that Kurt could not even get jealous or annoyed about that, besides, Finn, as the king of the distraction he was, had never realized of that.

"Ok, everything is fine," said Kurt when Finn finished and then directed his attention to Anne "Can you bring her later today? It's the end of the month and I'll stay a little bit longer at the office." Anne nodded. "Thank you," he replied.

"Say goodbye to your dads, Elly" said Anne to Elizabeth, once she was presentable and ready to go.

"Elizabeth," corrected Kurt. He did not like the sound of the diminutive of the name, it just made it lose strength.

"Goodbye, beautiful. Behave yourself and remember that it's 'yellow' and not 'ellow', ok?" Finn said with joy. kissing the cheek of the girl who laughed when her father imitated Kurt's voice. Kurt just rolled his eyes, but smiled at their daughter and said goodbye with a kiss on the forehead. They both stayed at the door to see Anne taking the child in the stroller to the day care, as she did every morning.

Kurt looked at them trying to ignore the little worry and anxiety that he always felt when he saw his little daughter going from the house without either of her dads, Finn's arms surrounding him from behind and brought him to reality. He smiled as he felt the warmth of Finn's body behind him and leaned on his chest. Finn stroked his cheek against his and put his head leaning on his shoulder.

"You all right?" asked in a whisper, kissing softly his neck. Kurt turned not resisting the hug to stay and turned face to face. Finn nodded and smiled before Kurt to bow down and kiss him sweetly.

But then Finn deepened the kiss and pressed his body against his as much as possible so Kurt, still corresponding to the kiss that was becoming increasingly passionate, closed the door behind him. He didn't want that the neighbors start bothering them with homophobic comments, just for kissing with the door open.

"Let's go to our room," murmured Finn, kissing his neck and Kurt groaned. He loved the sensation but it had to stop him before he couldn't stop himself.

"Can't. I still have to prepare my stuff and I'm sure Paul woke up with an unbearable mood today and I will be his target shooting" said Kurt kissing him one more time before he let go, Finn sighed but left him go with a little resistance.

"Fine."

The two men walked into the kitchen and Kurt sat as he took the articles he had been reading and began to put them in order reviewing the notes he had written on them during the last month. Finn served a two cups of coffee on the table while Kurt was finishing the organizing papers.

"Hey, Kurt?" Finn asked hesitantly, as he sat next to him and preparing the coffee for Kurt knowing perfectly well how he liked to drink it. Kurt nodded with his head in a sign that he was listening to him but didn't look up from the papers. "You don't have plans for Saturday, right?"

Kurt frowned and finally looked up but not watching Finn, he looked at the ceiling as he remembered his plans for this weekend, after a couple of seconds he looked back at the papers and said, "Nope, tomorrow is the end of the month so today I'll just finish to out in order my section of in the magazine and then will be free until next week. Why? Do you have any plans?"

Finn played with his cup of coffee before answering.

"Well, yes. Max is planning a meeting at his house and invited to all from workshop and their families. It's not formal, just a meeting celebrating the end of the month, we don't even have to dress up," he said with a nervous smile.

This time, though, still looking at the papers, Kurt had focused on Finn but gave no sign of it, but it was more than obvious the immediate tension that had reached to his body, Finn could see in his face that was struggling to not show a clear expression of displeasure.

"Now that you mention it, yes, I have plans. Sorry, I forgot. But you can go, have fun and everything. I'll take Elizabeth with me so don't worry about her." He talked very fast and started to put all the papers in his portfolio without much care. Finn snorted in exasperation, he already knew this was going to happen, it was a safe bet, but not for that he ceased to be upset and disappointed.

"You don't have plans, Kurt. What happens is that you don't want to go."

Kurt, who had already left the table and began to prepare, as every morning, a snack to take to work, didn't look at him even once.

"Then why did you ask me if you already knew the answer?" he said trying to hide his irritation.

"Because I would love if you go with me, Kurt. You are my husband and I wish you were with me at parties and gatherings of my work and my friends. But you never do go, you always have a good excuse not to go with me."

"Of course not!" he raised his voice with a outrageous tone and looking into his face. "Don't you remember that recently I went with you to that silly car race?"

Finn looked at him with a nuisance that shook Kurt a bit.

"That was months ago and we went with your father, Kurt! None of my friends was there. The only and last time that you dared to go to one of the meetings in my work was more than a year ago!"

Kurt began to lose patience, he really did not want to have that conversation because he knew it would lead to anything good.

"Well, and that doesn't mean anything to you?"

"Yes it does. It means that you do not want to go out with me when it comes to my own interests" said reproachfully.

Kurt could not help to rolle his yes, he had enough stress at work so the fact that Finn was so disposed to start a fight out of nothing was insupportable. He snorted and placed firmly his mold with his snack on the table splashing a little of its contents on the ground but he didn't even care.

"You know that's not true, Finn. I always go with you to the parties that you want to go to, to that stupid crowded field, where people are rude and without any sense of personal hygiene."

Finn, who until then had been trying to be calm, turned to him in a manner so sudden that made Kurt jump helplessly.

"Stupid crowded field, where people are rude and without any sense of personal hygiene?" he repeated coldly. Kurt knew right away that he had crossed the line and regret it immediately but he couldn't say anything because Finn was clearly angry "You know what? Forget it, if it means a great sacrifice for you to go with me to the places where I, for once, may be enjoying something, I better go alone. You go out to your great gateways and to the highest society events where you won't have to sacrifice yourself hang out with people without any sense of personal hygiene like me."

Oh of course! If there was something that Finn had learned from him for being with Kurt had been to play the role of the dramatic victim.

"Do not exaggerate, Finn. I've never said that you were that, don't put words in my mouth." said Kurt, crossing his arms.

"When you talk that way about the places I like to go, you're talking about me." he responded imitating the gesture. Finn's eyes were full of anger but also full of deep pain.

"That's not true! Damn it, why do you always have to take things to the other side of their meanings? Why don't you understand that if I want to go to that meeting is not because of you or your tastes, but because I don't want to be in a place where I know beforehand that I will not be well received?" his voice softening a bit "It is so difficult to understand that, Finn?"

"What? Come on, Kurt! What are you talking about? My friends and co-workers have always treated you well, you're the one who does not give them any chance to know you better."

Kurt opened his mouth and he seemed to freeze for a moment and then looked at him with deep anger.

"That is not true. Your colleagues can be very nice with you, but not with me. That time when I went to your meeting I was their jester, I was treated like joke all the time. They were making fun of my clothes, my voice, my vocabulary... shit! they even laughd at how I walked. I was nothing but the laughing stock of the meeting"

"They're dudes, Kurt! They mock at everybody!" said Finn raising his arms with exasperation "But that doesn't mean they hate you or they're going to hurt you or anything like that."

Kurt snorted not saying anything.

"Look, remember that Puck was like that even when you were friends and you were cool with that..."

"Who said I was cool with that?" asked Kurt, indignant "I always hated when he talked to meas if I was a clown fallen from a rainbow, but he was Puck. I already knew that he would never change and I accepted that. But I didn't know your friends and they didn't even try to treat me well. I'm sorry but I don't want to know them any better that I already do"

"Oh yeah? How about your fabulous friends, uh? Every time I go to your work or accompany you to an event from the magazines, they treat me like if I were some kind of hologram, flirting with me but laughing because I don't get anything that they're talking about," he said with increased anger "And I never complain, you know why? Because I know how much you love to go there, so if you're happy with that, then I'm happy too!"

Kurt was speechless for a few seconds.

"Are you saying that I don't want you to be happy?" he asked, not believing what the other had hinted and Finn shrugged which meant that he actually believed that "How can you think that?" whispered Kurt.

"I don't want to think that. But I can't help to feel that you want me to be someone else all the time, that if you go inside my world you'd find out that you married with the wrong person."

This time neither of them were screaming, which was worse because their voices were full of pain and sadness.

"Finn, I love you just how you are. I don't want you to change," he walked to him but Finn stayed away from him not looking in the face. And Kurt knew that this wasn't about the meeting, not anymore. "Finn, please, talk to me."

"I just... you're always critizing me, pointing my simplicity, my clothes, the way I talk, and I... I'm not enough for you, right?"

Kurt felt a deep pain in his chest, he never thought that Finn felt that way, yes he had the bad habit of talk to Finn that way, it was something that he did since they were in high-school, but he never meant to hurt him. And the last thing he wanted was Finn changing the way he was. He loved everything about him.

"I'm really sorry if I made you feel that way, Finn" his eyes trying to meet his but he was avoiding his eyes just like he always did when he felt so vulnerable "I don't want you to change, I don't want anyone else but you, Finn. I love you" he stroked his cheek, but Finn didn't say anything "I mean it, I love you the way you are."

"You don't see it, right?"

"See what?"

"That you love me but you'd never forgive me for not being like you, for not being completely gay even when I'm married to you." This time he was looking at him and there was nothing in his eyes but a strong certainty of his words.

Kurt's mouth dropped with shock.

"What? Where it does that come from? I don't want you to be like me, and I certainly don't need you to be 'more gay' since we've been married for six years! Why are you saying such a ridiculous thing?"

"I'm saying it because that's what I see, that's how you act and you don't even notice, Kurt!"

"Well, I say that you're being ridiculous!"Kurt replied turning not wanting to see him, but Finn took a step forward.

"Oh, really?" he asked with irony and Kurt turned to see him frowning and clearly angry "Then why do you look at me with suspicion every time I talk to a woman? Why there's always that look of expectation, like if you were almost expecting me to do some move when I'm talking to a woman?"

Kurt blinked with surprise.

"What? I don't... I've never thought that you're going to cheat on me!" this was turning so ridiculous and out of line for him and he didn't know how all this was happening or how to make it stop. "Look, you know that I've always being kind of jealous but that doesn't... what?" he asked when he saw Finn shaking his head.

"No, Kurt. This is not about jealousy, I know you get jealous sometimes, just as I do, and that's just fine... But when it comes to be a woman talking to me, even in the more friendly way, you look at me like if I were about to do something with them. That's not being jealous, Kurt, that's distrust."

"Finn, you're being ridiculous" he repeated, although this time he wasn't angry nor shocked as he was seconds ago, he felt hurt "I.. ok, I know how I get when strange women talk to you, especially if they're flirting, but it's not about you because I know you'd not cheat on me, and I know you still like women and I've accepted that, but I..."

"You're just expecting the moment when I stop being the gay enough to drop you so you can finally say that you're fears had argument all these years, right?" he asked with an visible pain "And then you'll prove that you and I was always a part of my life that was managed just by an bicurious phase, right?" he said feeling that he was correct and when Kurt, with wide eyes and pale face, he felt that he was giving hin the reason. "See? You can't even deny it"

Kurt's voice broke.

"F-Finn, don't..." Finn was walking away from him and Kurt started to follow him but that was the moment when his phone rang and Kurt had to checked it out because that was the tone that he had set for his office phone, and he didn't want to answer, he didn't want Finn to leave thinking that way about him but then he saw the time and knew that he would be in trouble with his boss.

"Answer the phone," said Finn when he saw that Kurt was hesitating. "I don't want you to be in trouble at work because of me. Besides, I have to go too. I'm done with this anyway," he said, not looking at him and leaving the kitchen.

Kurt almost let drop his phone at the last Finn's words. Done with this? What did that mean? But he couldn't think longer about that because his phone was still ringing and he had to answer.

If it were not because his boss put hysterical at the end of each month, it was most likely that Kurt would have been in a state of lethargy and depression during that day at work (drama queen par excellence, of course). But being late and had already cost him a good lecture from Paul, his boss, and the less he wanted was to get penalized for not paying attention to his work. Although, when it finally came time to rest, he couldn't help reliving the fight he had had with Finn. And it hurt so much. It was clear that they didn't have a perfect marriage, there was no such thing, and the two of them used to have discussions all the time about trivial stuff, and sometimes they had real fights. But Kurt knew this figh had been very different to any other they had had before and that worried him more than he could admit it. But the shock, the pain and the pride would not let him call Finn to his work now he had free time and try to work things out. So he decided to call Mercedes because he couldn't shut up everything he felt and thought, not for more longer.

"Why, hello, Kurt Hummel. What a surprise!" greeted Mercedes.

"Umh, hi. Are you going to be very busy today?" he asked without much success to conceal his depressing mood.

He heard a small laugh and Kurt rolled his eyes. Mercedes knew him so well, too well in his opinion.

"Why was the fight this time, Kurt? Do not tell me you came back to do a purge of his wardrobe without asking for his approval first?" she asked clearly amusing and remembering the last fight had been between the two men just two weeks earlier.

"No, Mercedes. The disastrous clothes of my husband is still intact in his closet" he replied with a hint of bitterness and then sigh and said "We fought this morning, but this time was very different than before. It's the worst fight we've had, I assure you "

"You always say it's the worst fight you have had, baby" Mercedes said calmly "I'm pretty sure you'll figured out everything for tomorrow and also have reconciled in the dirty way" ended with a tone of mockery and fun.

Kurt snorted.

"I doubt too much that we'll be reconciled before the end of the year," he replied gloomily, "I'm serious, Mercedes. I'm ... I have fear that this time it can't be fixed"

And he must have sounded really distressed because Mercedes stop joking and asked him to tell her what exactly had happened. And Kurt did it, he told her everything grateful that his friend not interrupted at any time. When he had said everything, half of his hour break was over, but he didn't care, it wasn't as if I had appetite anyway.

A slight sigh Mercedes came before her words.

"Look, Kurt. I hate to say this, and you know you're my best friend and I love you very much. But I think I have to agree with Finn this time"

"Mecedes!" he yelled indignantly, then looked around remembering that he was at work but he was still all alone in the office. He decreased the tone of his voice when he spoke "Do you really think I have a dark side of me that hopes that Finn finished leaving me for a slippery slut?"

"Of course I do not believe that, Kurt. What I mean is that Finn feels that way because you give him those signals "

"Mercedes, you know I love Finn more than my own life, why would I want him to leave me? Why would I give such signs when I'm aware every day that being married to him is the best thing that happened to me? "

"It is precisely that why you send those signals, Kurt. Do not you realize that despite the years you have been together, despite having a beautiful daughter and being a precious family, you still can not believe that he chosen you, that he truly loves you as you love him? "

Kurt opened his mouth to reply but he was half speechless.

"I ... is not that I don't believe it. I just..." and he said no more for a few seconds. "It's hard to believe it when he was the straighter guy in high school, when he yelled at me all those things on first year"

"I know you love Finn, Kurt, and he also knows it, but you should stop acting like the kid who just graduated and that couldn't believe that his step-brother, his first love, was suddenly flirting with him, and looking how to make you love him again"

"I... oh god. I screwed up everything, right? When he left he said he was done with this and I didn't know what he meant but this is it, right? He's going to leave me!" he could feel the tears about to drop over his face.

"Kurt, no! Kurt, calm down. He's not going to leave you" she said seriously "Finn adores you, he loves you and he would die before leaving you" she sighed "Look, it's almost five and you go out at seven, right?"

"Right"

"Ok, what do you think if I go to your house and we talk there. Everything's going to be fine, but I know how drama queen you can get and you need me to keep your mind clear"

Kurt laughed.

"Yeah, you're right about it. Can you bring some ice cream, please? I think I gotta need it"

"Of course"

"Thank you for listening to me, Mercedes"

"Always a pleasure, honey"

When he hung up the phone he still had fifteen minutes of rest, it was useless to go to the dining room and get some food, so he decided to go back to his work. But then he stared at the phone feeling a sudden urge to talk to Finn, he didn't know if it was appropriate to try to work things out by phone when in person there were problems of communication, by telephone would be worse. Althought he really wanted to talk to him, hear his voice and tell him how much he loved him. Finally he decided to make the call from the phone from the office because he feared that if he marked to his cell phone, Finn would not answer.

A voice of a boy was the one who talked.

"Automotive Workshop, what I can do for you?"

Kurt cleared his throat feeling a little nervousness.

"I ... Good afternoon. Can you communicate me with Mr. Hudson, please?

Although it was possible to hear clearly the noise characteristic of the workshop, he also could hear perfectly the voices closer to the other side of the phone line.

"Who wants him?"

Kurt cursed mentally, he had hoped them to pass him the call to Finn without asking questions because he feared that Finn would not want to talk to him, at least not by phone. But he was not going to hang.

"Kurt Hummel, h-his husband" he knew that he needed to say the last thing since everybody at the workshop knew his name, but if he was going to make a presentation of himself, he was going to do it well.

"Oh, Hi, Mr. Hummel!" spoke the boy with sudden enthusiasm, "It's good to hear you, you never visit. Until now I was beginning to believe that Mr. Hudson made up the whole marriage. Always talking about you and your daughter, but you never come to visit ."

If Kurt had felt bad and guilty before, this time it intensified even more.

"Yes, I know... work keeps me very busy," he apologized awkwardly "Umh, but I'll try to go there more often... sorry, what's your name?"

"John, my name is John." His voice was more excited than before.

"Oh, John. Finn told me about you." True. "He says you're a pretty dedicated apprentice." Not so true. "John, could you get him for me, please? I'm on my break and it is almost finished but I really need to talk to him."

"Of course, Mr. Hummel. Hold on!"

"Thank you."

He could hear the clear sound of the boy walking down the huge workshop between the machines and noises caused by them. And since the boy did not block the speaker of the handset, Kurt could hear perfectly when he came to where Finn was, and spoke.

"Mr. Hudson. You have a phone call!" explained very excited. Kurt rolled his eyes, what was wrong with the guy? Perhaps he had never been around gay couples, or maybe he was gay and he felt happy to talk to one of his 'own'.

"I told you to call me Finn, John. When you say 'Mr. Hudson' you make me feel like an old man." He clearly heard Finn's voice and could't help smiling at his comment, "Who is it?"

"Your husband, Mr. Hudson!" replied the boy and the sound that he had listened very close to him stopped instantly, surely Finn had left to do... whatever he was doing. Kurt bit his lips expectantly.

After what seemed an eternity, Kurt had heard Finn talking but couldn't understand what he was saying. At that very moment his co-workers began arriving to the office breaking the silence that Kurt had had all the hour. Looking at his watch, he could see that break time was over. He had to hang up but he really wanted to at least greet to Finn and say something nice before returning to work.

"I don't think it takes that long to take the call, Mr. Hudson. Your husband said he really needed to talk to you." Kurt could hear John's voice and it was no longer as enthusiastic as before. Apparently Finn would not talk to him, he was not surprised, but it still hurt a little.

"Then tell him that you didn't find me in the workshop, John!" This time he could understand very clearly the words of Finn and his pain increased but he was also annoyed because he knew that Finn was aware that he could hear him and he still asked a boy to lie for him just to not talk to him. What a child!

"Mr. Hud-Hudson. I think he can hear you" said John a little nervous. Finn was angry, and Kurt knew how much he could frighten and intimidate people when he was like that. Poor boy.

"Then let him hear that I don't want to talk to him!" yelled Finn.

There was a strong enough noise, then silence, then steps and noise and then the voice of John more nervous than ever.

"Mr. Hummel? I'm so sorry, I ... "

"Do not worry, John. It's not your fault, he doesn't want to talk to me, it's fine. Do not worry" Kurt again felt as bad as before but also angry "Just tell him that..." He's a fucking idiot and I don't want to forgive him. "Tell him that I'll see him at home later."

Not waiting for an answer he hung up the call. All he wanted to do now was end his work day and talk to Mercedes. When he finally left his for the day, Kurt was so tense and hurt, with good reason. His boss, Paul, had come up to him at the last minute and demanding to change completely his articles and Kurt had to work another hour until the article was ready. Kurt sent a message to Mercedes from the office, delaying their meeting and requesting that instead of bringing ice cream, she had better bring a bottle of vodka. He was extremely grateful that she accepted without question. He was so angry with his boss, with Finn, with himself and he knew he was going to explode at any moment, but he was trying to be as calm as possible and called Anne to tell her that he would pick up Elizabeth at her house.

Half an hour later, the girl was asleep and clean in her bed. Kurt went to the room where he buried his face in his hands, luckily it was at that moment when Mercedes knocked the door and she had the prudence to serve a glass of vodka for him and let him drink quietly before speaking.

"Are you going to say what else happened?" she asked without anger.

"More, please?" Kurt raised his empty glass, Mercedes sighed and poured more, but when he drank it and asked more, she shook her head and he groaned but did not protest.

"Sorry, honey, but I think the last thing you want is that Finn comes and finds you drunk. Much less when you have Elly asleep upstairs. "

"Elizabeth, " Kurt corrected without thinking and laying down.

"Why are you more depressed than before? Did you have another fight?"

Kurt laughed bitterly, closing his eyes and feeling the effect of the vodka.

"To discuss we need to speak directly, right? Which Finn can not do because when he's angry he becomes a child and there is no one that can get him out of his tantrum, "he said bitterly.

Mercedes sighed.

"So you called him?" Kurt nodded, "And he didn't answer the phone?" Kurt refused and explained in a very condensed version of his call. She sighed again but with exasperation.

"Damnit, were you two built in a factory by the lost boys of Peter Pan or what? Why do you have to be so childish?"

Kurt snorted and leaned to pour another glass of vodka ignoring the claims of his friend asking him to stop drinking .

"He was the child who would not talk, not me," he replied taking a with only one sip the third cup and Mercedes put the bottle away before he decided to serve himself a fourth glass of vodka.

"Oh sorry, but who is the ona that is getting drunk because doesn't know how to deal with their feelings?" she said with irony. Kurt ignored her "You two are children, I would not be surpriseed that Elizabeth will be more mature than the both of you."

"For that to happen, Finn would have to stop every time I try to improve her vocabulary," Kurt said with bitterness as Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Yes, whatever you say. Now what you need to do is to calm down and stop drinking so when Finn gets you can talk. I mean talk, no yelling or insults. You will say you're sorry, he will apologize, you will kiss and make up, okay?"

"Stay and have dinner with us," said Kurt out of nowhere. She looked at him stunned.

"Kurt Hummel, are you asking me to stay so you don't have to talk to your husband? I feel used and offended. "

Kurt growled.

"Sorry, I just don't know what I'm going to say. I fear I will end up ruining everything instead of fixing it."

"Oh...and me staying here will certainly help you, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kurt sighed and he was about to reply when his phone rang. He saw the ID that said 'Finn' and Mercedes smiled in amusement.

"Saved by your guy, huh?" And seeing that Kurt did not answer she said firmly, "Kurt, do not be a coward and answer the phone!"

Kurt looked at her without saying anything, motioning her to answer the phone but Mercedes shook her head, still smiling. Kurt sighed and picked up.

"Hey, Finn. Whe..." He paused, frowning in confusion "Wait, wait, John? What's wrong?. Talk slowly, I don't get what you're saying."

Mercedes leaned trying to hear what the boy was trying to say from the other side of the phone, but then Kurt's face paled with alarming rapidity that made her almost jump out of fright. Kurt's eyes were wide open and he didn't make a sound.

"Kurt? What is it?" Mercedes asked with concern, shaking his arm.

Kurt seemed a bit back to reality, but when he spoke his voice had never sounded so terrified. The only time was many years ago when they were in high school and Burt Hummel had suffered an...

Oh no. Mercedes thought

"Wh-what do you mean?" He asked, terrified and his hands began to shake wildly, Mercedes took firmly his free hand not knowing what the hell to do, not even know what was happening but it was obviously something very bad that involved Finn and she was trying to not think the worst. "What happened?" Kurt's cry was what caused her react and she knew that if she didn't take away the phone from Kurt at that moment, he would end up having some heart attack and it would be impossible to help him.

Mercedes grabbed the phone from Kurt and he didn't even seem to notice it.

"John? I am Mercedes, a friend of Kurt's. What happened?" Clear and firm. That was Mercedes Jones.

The boy's voice was so hysterical that almost paralyzed her.

"It's Finn! He was taken to the hospital, there was blood everywhere! I don't even know if he's alive! Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Clearly the guy was in shock and Kurt could hear that he was crying uncontrollably. Mercedes was trying to not cry, not yet.

"What happened, John? What happened to Finn?" she asked firmly, trying to sound calm and not letting nerves and fear take control of her body. Kurt seemed to be about ready to pass out.

"I don't, there was an accident, don't know what happened! One second was I there and then... I don't know how it happened!"

"John! I need you to calm down and tell me what happened!" she yelled, making Kurt jump. She couldn't look at him, she needed to be strong and if she looked at him she might crumble with him.

"A car fell on him! A car fell on him!"

It fell apart on a Thursday.