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A/N: I had to write something for this episode, and this, this is the one thing I HAD to write. I could not stop thinking about it.

No Amount Of Glue

Chapter One

"Will."

Mr. Schuster has never heard Burt in tears, "Burt, why are you calling in the middle of the night?" It's not even 3am, Will finds with one look at his fluorescent alarm clock. "What's wrong?"

"The ... the police, they called. It's, it's Finn."

"Finn?"

Emma stirs next to Will at hearing the familiar name. "Is that him? What's going on?" She is still half asleep as she brings out the questions.

Will just shakes his head, mouthing "Burt," to his wife before asking, "Burt, what happened?"

"He is dead. Finn ... is dead."

Will just sits there, lips pressed tightly together, he has no idea what to say. There is nothing to say.

"Honey, what's wrong? What happened?" Emma tries, but Will just shakes his head again, then, "Burt, what is it that you need me to do?"

"I cannot do it. I can't tell them over the phone."

Will does not need to hear who, he knows who Burt is talking about.

"I would drive up myself and get them, but, ... I can't leave Carole alone," there is a long pause then, "Please, Will, can you drive up to New York. I know it is a lot to ask, but if I have to tell them over the phone I need someone there, I need you there for them. And I ... I want them to have ... they need a backseat to curl up on and just cry their eyes out if they need. Oh God, Carole can't stop crying. I had to call our doctor to make an emergency visit and give her a mild sedative. She ... I was afraid she'd hurt herself, she couldn't ... I can't ..., Will, I cannot tell them Finn is dead and then ask them to go book flights. I ... I need them to get here safe. I need to know there is someone with them to get them here safe. Please," Burt begs, voice utterly wrecked.

"I'm practically out the door, Burt," Will says, getting up and already beginning to get out of his PJs one-handed.

"Will, please don't speed on your way, I don't ..., you ..."

"I get it, Burt. I promise," Will is quick to assure, and he means it, on the drive however he sometimes gets carried away before he remembers, or Emma reminds him. Although she is not one bit better when she takes over the wheel for several hours, so Will can give his eyes a rest.

Still, it takes them almost ten hours in the end to get to Bushwick, arriving, Emma in the passenger seat, fast asleep, at one in the afternoon.

"Finn, he's dead."

Emma had burst into tears instantly, after the moment of utter shock had worn off, and then, still crying, and struggling to get dressed, her hands had shaken so much, she had insisted she come along, not only for the kids they were about to pick up, but for him too, and "You cannot all by yourself drive there and back in one day, you need breaks too. I am coming." And that had been that.

So now they are both here, standing by the door, about to ring the bell, hoping the kids are at home too, at least one of them.

Will reaches out, but before his finger even so much as touches the doorbell he remembers. He takes the phone out of his pocket and dials.

"Hummel," Burt's rough voice answers after several rings.

"Burt, it's me, Will. Emma and I are in Bushwick. You asked me to call before we go in," while Emma had been driving, Will had made a quick call to Burt to assure him they are okay and still on their way.

"Yeah, yes, thank you both. If you could get them all together, if one is home, I'm sure they know where the others are at. I just ... I want to tell them together, so that, so that ... it's great that you both are there, but ...," Burt breaks off with a choked back sob.

Will has never heard the man like this. "They need each other," he says, understanding.

"Yeah," Burt answers. "Call me back when ... when you are with them? I'll be waiting."

"Of course, Burt. Talk to you soon."

"Yeah," is all Burt says then the line goes dead.

Will heaves a heavy sigh, and Emma is quick to rub her hand in comfort along his back, "Let's go inside."

Will just nods, swallowing hard and then presses the bell.