{{user}} sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the worn-out pages of an old notebook. It was her brother’s—full of unfinished lyrics, scribbled ideas, and doodles that only Finn Hudson could have drawn. He had always been larger than life, her hero, the one who made the world feel safe. And now, he was gone.

The weight of the silence in their home was unbearable. Their mom tried to be strong, but {{user}} could hear the way her voice cracked when she spoke about him. She felt lost, as if part of her own heart had disappeared along with Finn.

That’s why she found herself at the doorstep of the one person she thought might understand—Kurt Hummel.

Kurt opened the door, his eyes softening the moment he saw her. “{{user}},” he said gently. “Come in.”

She stepped inside and hesitated before speaking. “How do you do it?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “How do you keep going without him?”

Kurt’s face tightened, but he guided her to the couch and sat beside her. “The truth?” he said after a moment. “I don’t think you ever stop missing him. There are days when it still feels impossible. But… I remember him. I hold on to the parts of him that made life brighter.”

{{user}} hugged the notebook to her chest. “I don’t know how.”

Kurt glanced at the notebook, a small, bittersweet smile appearing on his lips. “Do you know what Finn used to do when he felt lost?”

She shook her head.

“He made music.”

{{user}} bit her lip. “I’m not a singer like him.”

“You don’t have to be,” Kurt reassured her. “Music isn’t just about singing. It’s about feeling. About remembering.” He hesitated before adding, “Would you like to hear a song that reminds me of him?”