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03 grilled cheesus

Bee was the first person to learn about Finn Hudson's latest... revelation. He'd proudly shown her a piece of grilled cheese toast that he'd, apparently, seen the face of Jesus in. "Grilled Cheesus," he'd dubbed it, with an almost childlike excitement that Bee couldn't bring herself to mock. As he explained to her—completely serious—that this was God trying to speak directly to him, Bee had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. But, as always, she was there to support her friends, no matter how ridiculous they sometimes were.

"Finn, I'm not sure God would choose a grilled cheese sandwich to get his message across," she teased lightly, crossing her arms and giving him a skeptical look. But when she saw the earnestness in his eyes, she let out a sigh and patted his arm. "But hey, if it works for you, who am I to judge?"

On the opposite end of the spectrum, things had been getting darker for Kurt. His usual wit and sparkle seemed dulled, beaten down by the relentless bullying that had only gotten worse. But the real blow had come when his father, Burt Hummel, suffered a heart attack and was left in critical condition at the hospital. Bee could see the pain in Kurt's eyes, even when he tried to hide it behind his sharp retorts and forced smiles. It was the kind of grief she understood all too well.

Despite her sympathy for Finn and his newfound spiritual awakening, Bee's priority was sticking with Kurt. She knew better than anyone that sometimes, you just needed someone to stand by your side, no questions asked. Especially when the rest of the Glee Club was so caught up in debates and arguments over whether they should sing songs about religion as a way of comforting Kurt.

The choir room was charged with tension during one of those classic Glee Club arguments. The group was divided—some wanted to sing songs of faith to pray for Kurt's father, while others, like Kurt himself, were firmly against it. Bee usually thrived in debates, always eager to share her thoughts and challenge others, but today was different.

As the discussion spiraled, her thoughts drifted back to her own father. Bee remembered being five years old, sitting on her mother's lap while the police officers explained that her papa had died of an unexpected heart attack. She hadn't understood it then. Later, she learned that the autopsy revealed drugs in his system—drugs they never even knew he was taking. The suddenness of it had shattered her family. Even now, years later, the topic of losing a father still dragged her mood down, no matter how much she tried to hide it. But in true Bee fashion, she wore a smile, for Kurt's sake.

The Glee Club fell silent as Mercedes stepped forward to sing her heart out, her voice soaring through the room with the kind of beauty that could make anyone believe in miracles. The notes were stunning, flawless, and filled with passion. But as beautiful as it was, Bee couldn't ignore the tight feeling in her chest. This wasn't what Kurt needed, and she could see it on his face.

Kurt waited until the last note had faded into the air before speaking up, his voice shaking slightly but growing stronger with every word. "Thank you, Mercedes. Your voice was beautiful, but I don't believe in God."

The room seemed to hold its breath. A few people exchanged confused glances, and Mercedes looked taken aback. But Kurt pressed on. "You've all professed your beliefs, so I'm just stating mine. I think God's kind of a jerk. I mean, he makes me gay, and then has his followers chasing me around, telling me it's a choice. As if someone would actually choose to be mocked and bullied every single day of their life. And right now, I don't want a heavenly father. I want my real one back."

Those words hit Bee like a punch to the gut. It took every ounce of strength she had not to cry. Instead, she pressed her lips together into a tight smile, determined not to break down. But it was hard, so hard, to see her friend hurting like this.

"But how do you know that for sure?" Mercedes asked, her voice soft but insistent. "You can't prove there's no God."

Kurt's eyes flashed with frustration. "You can't prove that there isn't a magical teapot floating around the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside it that reads romance novels. But that seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?"