The first thing Kurt felt was hard plastic. With his eyes still closed, he breathed in smells of body odor, sweat, and cafeteria food. He opened his eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight streaming through high windows. He could hear nothing except his own breathing and heartbeat. He slowly sat up and realized he was laying down on a few plastic chairs….in the choir room. Kurt gasped lightly. His head and neck felt perfectly fine. He exhaled slowly and leaned forward, holding his face in his hands. He lifted his head up when he heard footsteps. He clutched the edge of the chair to keep from falling over in shock.

"Finn?" Kurt's voice trembled slightly.

Finn stood there wearing all white and with his dopey smile. "Hey, dude."

Kurt slowly stood up. "I don't understand. How are you here? Where are we, exactly?"

"You are in limbo. This choir room is your sanctuary from anything bad." Finn replied.

"But…why am I here?" Kurt asked, completely puzzled.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Finn asked, sitting next to him.

Kurt thought about that. He remembered everything from when he was attacked. Then, all his bad memories came rushing back to him. He gasped quietly and sniffed. He swallowed back a lump. "It's never going to get better is it?"

"Dude, what are you talking about?"

Kurt sighed. "Bad things always happens to me. My life sucks apart from my family and friends and Blaine, I just…I can't take any more tragedy." He started crying.

Finn knelt in front of Kurt and grabbed his face gently. "Kurt, listen to me. You have your whole life ahead of you. Think about Mom and Burt and Rachel. We can't both die. They cannot lose both of us."

Kurt sniffed and wiped away tears. "I just don't know how much more I can stand, Finn!"

"You have a great support system. Blaine, Rachel, your dad, my mom, Mercedes…hell, even Santana will help you through everything."

"I just don't get why this keep happening to me." Kurt lamented. "I'm not meant to be happy, am I?"

"Everyone's meant to be happy. You make your own happiness." Finn said. "Remember what you told Karofsky? Imagine what your life will be like in ten years."

Kurt just shook his head. "I'm sorry. I just don't see the point in living if bad things keep happening to me."

Finn closed his eyes and nodded. "Okay." He stood up and walked off.

"W-wait, where are you going?" Kurt asked.

"I'm obviously not going to convince you to wake up, so I'm getting someone who will." Finn answered.

"Alexander McQueen?" Kurt asked.

"No."

"Whitney Houston?"

"No."

"Michael Jackson?"

"Dude. Seriously?" Finn threw his arms out. "You'll find out in a minute."

Kurt watched Finn leave, then gasped when he saw another familiar face. "Mom?"

XXX

Rachel called Burt, Mercedes, and Santana on the way to the hospital. She and Sam kept Blaine from collapsing or completely breaking down. Once they got to the hospital, they flew to the ICU. Dr. Knull walked out of the double doors leading to the Operating Rooms.

"Where is he? Where's my fiancé?" Blaine asked frantically, near tears. "What happened? Is he okay?"

Dr. Knull put his hands up to calm him. "He's in surgery right now. According to the police, he saw someone being attacked, intervened, and got beaten up himself."

Blaine brought a hand to his mouth and pulled it away. "How bad?"

"He has a concussion, internal bruising, and a strained throat. He also has some cuts and scrapes." Dr. Knull replied. "There was also a little loss of oxygen to the brain, but not enough to damage it. We're recommending he stay in a medically induced coma until his concussion and bruising heals, but we need your okay."

Blaine swallowed and nodded. "Yes, of course. Whatever you have to do."

Dr. Knull nodded. "I will let you know when he's in recovery."

"Wait, um…he's allergic to pencillin." Blaine added.

"We're aware. He keeps a list of allergies in his wallet." Dr. Knull replied. "Don't worry- he'll be fine."

Blaine nodded. "Thank you." He let Sam lead him to a chair. He leaned forward with his head in his hands and his elbows in his lap. Rachel hugged him comfortingly.

Mercedes let out a sob. "I just…I can't believe this happened. After everything he's gone through."

"I feel responsible." Rachel said, her voice cracking. "After dinner, he and I went our separate ways. I should have gone with him. I could have called the police right when…"

"Rachel, you probably would have been beaten up, too." Mercedes pointed out.

"Or raped." Everyone looked at Sam. "It happens!"

"I should have been with him." Blaine cried softly. Rachel rubbed his arms comfortingly.

"It's okay, dude. We all make mistakes." Sam quipped.

Rachel glared at Sam. "Not helping."

XXX

Back in Limbo, Kurt stood up, trying not to cry. "Mom…"

"Hey, baby." Elizabeth Hummel smiled, teary-eyed. Kurt fell into her arms and hugged her tight, weeping. Elizabeth held her son and rubbed his back. "Oh…it's okay. I'm here." When they pulled away, Elizabeth sighed and cupped Kurt's face in her hands. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too." Kurt took deep breaths to calm himself down. "Okay, let's hear it. Finn said you're here to convince me to stay alive."

Elizabeth chuckled softly. "Well, for one thing, you'll be leaving behind a lot of people who really care about you."

Kurt sighed inwardly. "It just feels like my family and friends are the only good things in my life right now. Bad things keep happening to me over the last five years. Maybe it just would have been better if I was never born."

"You really believe that?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. Kurt said nothing. Elizabeth closed her eyes and nodded, then opened her eyes. "Come on. I am going to show you what it would be like if you had never been born, then I'm going to show you what the future would be like if you never woke up."