AU:I do NOT own Glee. This isn't a very long chapter, but I'm planning on writing more chapters, depending how the reviews go. This is set just after Quinn's argument. This is my first Glee story, and my second fan fiction story so it probably won't be the best... please review, as i would like to carry on with a few more chapters, maybe even have a proper ending:)

"This is all my fault." I said,my voice barely above a whisper.

For a second I didn't think Finn had heard me, but then he replied, "Rachel, a truck smashed into Quinn's car, how could it possibly be your fault?You wasn't even near her at the time."

I couldn't answer him, I couldn't even look at him. This was my fault. If I had been less impatient with Quinn, waited for her to get here instead of demanding to know why she was taking so long, she would have been standing beside me right now, instead of in a medically induced coma in the hospital. Me and Finn could of been married right now, celebrating our love for one another...if I hadn't of ruined things, as I usually did. God, what was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just make something work for once in my selfish life.

I was still sat in my wedding dress in those plastic, sickly green chairs, waiting to see how Quinn was. The stench of disinfectant blocked my nose, and nurses and doctors passed me every few seconds.

The sound of footsteps coming towards me awoken me from my daze. I looked to the side to see my father and Burt holding out clothes for us. "Here you go," my father said gently,holding my clothes towards me. "I grabbed your favourite. The one that looks like Barbara's in 'The Way We Were'."

"Thanks." I said. Wow,my dad knew me so well.

"I grabbed the first ones I could find," Burt was now saying to Finn, who was still wearing his handsome tux. We stood up in unison and walked down the hospitals shallow halls, both still in shock from the days events. The day had gone from being so amazing, to so devastating. I had never been so silent in my life, and I knew Finn knew this too, he just wasn't prepared to say so yet. We entered separate restrooms, the doors soft squeaking filling the silence.

Finn was already sat back in his chair with Burt when I came out of the rest room, clothed in his usual non-suited clothes. Quinn's mother was still inside the hospital room with Quinn, and it didn't look like she would be leaving anytime soon. My dad was no longer in the hall. I walked up to the teal arm chairs, and slowly took a seat on the other side of Finn, relieved to be out of my uncomfortable wedding dress. "Where's my dad gone?" I asked Burt.

"He's gone back to the venue to try and sort things out with the priest," he replied. "I need to go check on Carol and Kurt, will you guys be OK for a little while?I won't be long." He looked at me and Finn expectantly.

"Of course," we replied simultaneously. And with that he walked away.

Finn gently put his hand around mine and we sat still for a few minutes. I felt a couple of warm tears slowly run down my cheek, and realized I was crying. I didn't move my hand because I knew Finn would realize if I made it so obvious. For once in my life, I hated the dramatic problem I was in...if this was a musical movie, it would be terrible. Terrible and depressing, I thought. I was so upset, I couldn't even find the right song to sing for this moment.

"Are you crying?" Finn said, using his most gentle voice.

I couldn't lie to him anymore. I had to tell him the truth. Even if it meant he would hate me, he deserved to know.

"I need to tell you something, and you're going to hate me, but I can't lie to you. I love you too much to lie to you."I said, trying to control my voice, although it didn't seem to be working too well.

"Whats going on Rachel?" He said, and i could hear himself preparing himself for the worst.

"This is my fault. Quinn was texting me when she crashed. I kept asking and asking her where she was, she had to reply. This is my fault," I whispered, closing my eyes and letting fresh tears roll off my face. "Do you hate hate me?" I asked, my voice wobbling again on the word 'hate'.

So,will Finn hate Rachel? Or will he forgive her? And will Quinn live? please Reveiw!