After Burt and Finn had left the house and got into the truck, Finn realized that Burt had taken a different route. Usually they take Elmwood Boulevard to get to Dr. Fitzgerald's office. When they took the opposite turn, Finn noticed and asked Burt what was going on.

"I thought we were going to Fitzgerald's," Finn said.

"No, Finn," Burt replied. "I needed to get you out of the house."

He quickly hit the OFF button on the radio, so the two of them could talk. It had been a tough week for Finn. He never answered any phone calls, locked himself in his room, and Kurt could have sworn that he heard him breaking things in his room the other night. It wasn't normal for him, even though this was a difficult situation for him.

"Why?" Finn asked.

"Carole's arrangements have been made for Thursday afternoon, and Fitzgerald thought it would be great if you had some closer before the wake."

"Don't tell me I have to see her, Burt," Finn said, tears forming in his eyes.

"I'd be lying if I did, Finn."

"This is bull; I don't need to see her. I need to remember her the way she was."

"I agree, but when Elizabeth died, Kurt thanked me for bringing him to see her before the wake." Burt's voice cracked at the mention of his first wife's name. He just couldn't come to terms with the situation. Two women he loved both died of horrible deaths, and his sons had to go through the ringer along with him.

"That's Kurt!" Finn screamed, pounding his fist on the dashboard.

"Finn, if you don't go see your mother now, you won't ever see her again," Burt managed to choke out.

"What do you mean? I thought you said the wake would be on Thursday."

"Finn, when your mother got in that accident, the explosion was really bad. The remains of the people involved weren't together. Your mom's body was an exception. The burns are really bad, son."

"Don't call me that. I'm not your son. I don't want to see some lifeless puppet that looks like my mom."

Burt pulled the car over on the shoulder of the road and turned the ignition off, "Finn, whether you like it or not, you need someone right now. I may not be your father, and I accept that, but you cannot just walk around acting so damn aggravated all the time! People are trying to help you! Rachel is trying to help you and you haven't even talked her. The people YOU love are trying to help you get over this, and you keep pushing them away!"

Finn unbuckled his seatbelt and escaped from the confines of the car, making Burt chase after him. One Finn found out that Burt was shadowing him; he turned around and lifted the sleeve of his shirt from his right arm.

"Do see what this has done to me?" Finn screamed. Over his skin were deep red scratches, surrounded by a red irritation.

"You did this to yourself, Finn?" Burt screamed.

"I can't deal with this shit anymore, Burt! I can't get through life knowing that my life will never be as good as it used to. And I would just really appreciate it if you just backed the eff' off!"

Burt grabbed his arm to keep him from walking away, when Finn threw the first punch. After he landed on the ground, blood escaping his nostrils, Finn kicked him in the sides, making sure to leave bruises.

The highway was deserted; only a few cars passed by in the darkness not hearing the screams coming from the elder Hummel's mouth.

After ten minutes passed, Finn was gone with Burt's truck, and Burt lied on the side of the road unconscious and bleeding half to death.