“I want to sing a song for Kurt.” Rachel Berry announced, everyone else in the club wasn’t surprised because Rachel always sang, she got every solo and sang in almost every duet and they were tired of it. “I just need a song, I hoped that Barbra would give me some kind of inspiration but I’m stuck.”
“I think we should ALL sing something.” Artie spoke up; he was sick of Rachel singing and thought it was only fair because they were all talented.
“Why don’t we record ourselves and then get someone to play it to Kurt while he sleeps?” Mercedes suggested.
“Or we could always go there ourselves that would be much more effective. Our Church believe song helps people and to pray so why not?” Quinn smiled, smirking a little at Rachel.
“I have the perfect song.” Brittany smiled, clutching at her kitten teddy. She smiled at Santana and picked up her bag. “I have to practice, it’s perfect!” She said before rushing from the room and almost bashing into Mr. Schuester.
“Where’s she going?” He asked, taking a double take, very confused since Brittany never ran from the room like that. “Is she okay?”
“She’s got a song to sing for Kurt, she wants to practice it.” Santana shrugged, actually finding it cute and sweet of Brittany to want to do that for Kurt. She remembered when they “dated”, god that was a dark age. Mr. Schue looked surprised and looked towards the door again, he never expected Brittany to want to do that.
“Hello? I still need a song to sing, I need inspiration.” Rachel tried turning the attention back to her, wanting to sing something and needing opinions.
“If you want inspiration, just look at Brittany.” Santana said lovingly.
“Or talk to Blaine, he and Kurt are both inspirational and he’s bound to have some ideas.” Sam said, taking a seat next to Mercedes.
“I’m just going to look up some rocking tunes to some jewish guy. They always have the best stuff.” Puck grinned, running a hand through his Mohawk. Everyone rolled their eyes, Puck and his jewish numbers. They didn’t have a problem with it but they’d like it if he expanded and looked at other people and religions. Not to convert, just to explore and see how cool they were.
“That sounds great. I think we can make an exception in this case. This week is going to be “Sing a Song for Kurt” week. Everyone has to come up with a song or duet to sing to Kurt and at the end of the week, you’ll visit him and sing these songs to him.

The end of the week came and everyone had their songs or duets to sing to their friend who was still in his coma. There wasn’t much change only that he was doing a little better and at some point in the next week they were going to wake him up and get him to breathe better on his own. The New Directions gathered in Kurt Hummel’s room, looking at his lifeless, pale body and seeing Blaine sat next to him and holding his hand. Rachel stood at the front of the group, taking charge.
“I’d...” There was a cough from behind her and someone nudged her. “We’d like to sing some songs for Kurt. I sang for his dad whe...” There was another nudge. “Some of us sang for his dad when he was in a coma of his own.”
“Thank you.” Blaine mumbled.
Rachel sang her own song (what a surprise!), Finn sang with Puck and Artie doing a “boyband” styled number. Quinn sang with Mercedes and Sam, opting to do a religious number. Santana was waiting outside for Brittany to show up, they weren’t singing together though. It was Tina and Mike’s song now.
“We thought long and hard about what song to sing, there isn’t a lot of choices but we found one and we think it’s perfect. It’s from a Rogers and Hammerstein production so we’re assuming it’s a musical.” Mike smiled.
“And that makes it better!” Tina said, getting ready to start singing. They began playing the music and singing a verse each.

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk

You'll never walk
You'll never walk alone.

Blaine smiled at the really sweet song that had been sung to his boyfriend, he gently squeezed his hand to remind Kurt that he was still there. “Thank you.” He said to Kurt’s friends. “That was sweet and I know it means a lot to him.”
Brittany burst in the room with her kitten teddy in hand. “I’m sorry I’m late. I had to practice.”
“It’s okay Britt, honest.” Blaine said, giving her a smile.
“Can I sing now?” She asked looking around at the others who didn’t actually think she was serious when she said she wanted to sing. They nodded and she began.
Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr
She repeated the verse a few times and then the others began joining in at different points, making a round. When they finished, Brittany put the kitten teddy beside Kurt. “He reminds me of a kitten.” She said.