What the hell, I figured I'd squeeze in another fic before school starts since the idea just came to me. I usually like to write my fics as stylistically close to the show as possible, but this will be pretty different. In short, prepare to cry, also prepare for a bit of citrus in later chapters.

Disclaimer: Still don't own it.

Prologue

Finn dragged his exhausted body up the stairs. It was past midnight and he hadn't slept since the morning before. Work had been hell since Rachel had to quit the show, but if taking care of her meant working triple shift after triple shift he would just have to suck it up. She was so much better these days it would be just be a matter of time before she'd be back on the stage where she belonged and things could finally get back to normal. He knew she still needed her rest, but part of him hoped she was still awake so they could talk about their day. He felt like he hadn't seen her in ages, even though last weekend they had just spent their first night out on the town together in months. He had taken her to see Hairspray and then to their favorite restaurant in Manhattan, an Italian place they couldn't really afford. At the end of the night they went home and spent the night in each other's arms, talking about everything and trying not to fall asleep. He couldn't help but smile when it once again dawned on him that they'd be spending many more nights like that together, it wasn't too long ago that his future with her didn't seem quite as promising.

He twisted the key in the lock and opened the door. Some of the lights were still on which led him to believe she was still up.

"Rachel?" he called. "You awake babe?"

There was no answer, she must have fallen asleep with the lights on. It didn't seem quite like her, nobody was as anal about the electric bill as she was.

"Rachel?" He called again. He checked the kitchen first, sometimes he'd find her there eating ice cream in the middle of the night when she couldn't sleep, but she wasn't there. Next he checked the bedroom only to find an empty, unmade bed.

"Rachel?" he called again, starting to get worried. He saw that the window was open, he checked the fire escape, still no Rachel. "Where the hell is she?"

Finally he saw the light glowing from under the bathroom door. "Rachel?" he knocked loudly but she didn't answer him. He tried opening the door so he could shut off the light, but to his horror it was locked.

"Oh no, Rachel! Rachel! Open the door!" Without thinking he slammed his shoulder into the door. It wouldn't budge the first time but he tried again. He knew something was wrong in there, he had to get that door open. The third time he kicked the door with as much force as he could muster, finally getting it to fly open. What he saw in the bathroom made his blood run cold. It was Rachel, passed out on the tile with a half a bottle of pills scattered on the floor next to her. He ran to her side and gathered her into his arms before frantically pulling his cellphone out of his pocket to dial 911.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"M-my wife, she…" Finn said, practically hyperventilating as he tried to explain what happened "Sh-she took some pills— she's on the floor."

"Okay we'll send someone right away. Just try to stay calm," Finn dropped the phone before the woman on the phone could give him any further instruction.

"Oh god Rachel, baby can you hear me? Please talk to me, please get up."

As her eyes fluttered open slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rachel, baby" he said, sobbing. "Why would you do this? Why?"

"Finn" she whispered almost inaudibly. "Finn, I'm scared."

"I'm right here Rachel I'm not going anywhere. Just stay with me okay?" He held her close and rocked her back and forth in his arms. He tried to stay calm for her but he was a wreak, crying and shaking so hard he could barely manage to breath.

"I'm sorry Finn" she said, her eyes closing again.

"No don't do this, look at me, look at me Rachel!"

She opened her eyes again looking at him with a glazed over expression. "You shouldn't have found me, it's better this way."

"Don't talk like that. It's going to be okay, whatever happened we'll figure it out" Finn pulled her closer stroking her short hair and whispering into her ear "It's going to be okay, everything's going to be okay."