Author's Note: This is a glee fanfiction and is nothing more. i in no way own glee or the characters, who belong to Ryan Murphy (envyenvyenvy) except for perhaps a few characters that i make up. This storyline is mine though, so please don't steal it! Enough of that, let's get to the story settings. CHAPTER ONE! This happens right after Rachel's party in the episode "Blame it on the Alcohol". Kurt is driving home from her house. Also on Deviantart if you would rather read it there: gallery/#/d3ayi82 Remember, I read all reviews! Ok, I'm gonna shut up now ;)

EDIT: Two and a half years later, and I've revised this. *whew*
*********

Kurt's hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles went white. He just couldn't get that image out of his head. Kissing. Not between Blaine and himself, as he has dreamt of many times, but, rather, between Blaine and Rachel. Yes. A girl.

A female.

He couldn't stand it. Yes,he knew that he had already confessed his feelings for Blaine once. And he was rejected. He really shouldn't be trying anymore, since clearly Blaine only thought of him as a friend. But...a small part of his mind prodded. But, he acts differently when he is around me. Almost... more open.It puzzled Kurt. If he was more than a friend, but not quite a lover, than what WAS he?

He continued with these thoughts as he inched slowly through Sunday morning traffic. He cursed at himself for not taking the more round-about, but less busy street back to his home instead of the main road. But he wasn't thinking straight this morning.

And whose fault is that? He thought bitterly. He had even left earlier than everyone else to avoid this. He cursed again. Then relaxed. But at least it gave him time to think. Time to breathe, to let all of the previous night's hectic chaos sink in. But he had thought enough about Blaine. At this point, it only made him depressed.

Kurt looked out his window. Beautiful Ohio plains, peach tree blossoms budding with new life in the glory of the returning sun. He watched as some of the dainty cream petals fluttered to the lush grass. Spring is such a lovely season... He wondered if he and Blaine would ever sit under one of those trees, eating together, holding hands...

It came so suddenly.

So fast, that Kurt didn't even have time to process it.

It just...happened.

Ear-splitting screeching, then explosions.

Crushing impact.

All he saw was red.

And black.

He only felt pain for a split second, before going numb. Eyes fluttering shut. The life, ebbing away as quickly as the impact had come.

He didn't have any time to think.

It was all over within heartbeats.

*******

Sam slowly woke, bending his knees and crawling off the floor. Where am I...? He ruffled his hand through his hair, groggily opening his eyes. He looked around at pink walls, plushy couches, a stage.

All the unconscious Glee Clubbers.

All of the empty beer cans and wine bottles.

Memory flooded him. The night before...the dancing...the karaoke...the spin the bottle...the Santana. He was sure he was the first one up. He looked over his shoulder and saw her draped over one of the couches, her arm hanging off. He just sat there, admiring his new girlfriend's beauty, before reaching over to delicately lift her arm back onto the couch. At this, she opened her eyes slightly.

"...Sam...?" She put her hand to her forehead. "Urrr...my heeaad..." she whined as she sat up straighter.

Sam held her hand. "Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you..." he leaned into her, getting ready for a make-out session, when Santana gently pushed him away.

"Ugghh...not right now, baby...I don't feel so well right now..." she coughed a couple loud dry, throaty coughs, causing both of them to snap their hands to their head.

"Owww..." his head was ringing. He hadn't realized before now how bad his headache was. Great. A hangover. He was about to get up and start some coffee in Rachel's kitchen when he noticed some other people stirring. Santana's coughs must have woken them up. Tina groaned against Mike in the chair they were in, and shifted her weight until they were both up. Blaine sneezed, and Brittany woke up under Artie, sprawled out on a couch. Artie opened his eyes, and got up with his hands. Everyone was mumbling about headaches and dizzyness. Sam was lightheaded himself, and sat down on the couch next to Santana, abandoning the idea of coffee.

Within five minutes, everyone was awake, and relatively functioning. He realized that two people were missing from the room; Kurt and Finn. It was at that moment that Finn came down the stairs, carrying multiple mugs of what seemed to be coffee.

"Who needs a wake up call?" He chimed quite loudly as he set the trays down on a counter. Or, it seemed that he chimed loudly. Perhaps he was in reality whispering, but he couldn't tell. Every sound was amplifying and echoing in his head like a cymbal. He knew he wasn't the only one, for there were many "Owww..."s and "Don't yell!"s, and "Ahh, Finn shut up!"s. Finn just rolled his eyes and started handing out cups. How could he be this...alive? Sam felt like a corpse. He helped Santana up, and they made it over to the tray and Finn.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Finn whispered, trying not to hurt their heads. He failed. After rubbing his temples, Sam replied,

"How the hell are you so awake Finn? I feel like crap..."

"Oh" he replied, gesturing with his hands for Sam and Santana to take a cup of joe. "I'm a designated driver. I only drank, like, half a can last night."

"Ohh..." Sam took a sip of the black coffee. It was strong, so much so that it made his head throb, but at the same time, it was refreshing, and he couldn't stop drinking it.

"There we gooo." Finn comforted them all as they drank. "Here, sit down, we'll watch some T.V. before getting ourselves cleaned up. People once again slumped onto the couches all facing the large television on the wall. Rachel grabbed the remote and turned it on. It made an electronic "Boop!" noise when it turned on, causing everyone in the room except Finn to flinch.

What they saw then wouldn't ever be forgotten.

No matter how hard they would try.

Flashing at them, on the screen, was an overview live footage of a devastating traffic accident. A semi-truck was over on the side of the road, sideways, and smoking. There were police cars and ambulances flashing bright red blue and white lights, and sirens wailing wildly. There were three cars that were catastrophically crushed and ripped in the middle of the street where it appeared that the semi had rolled over or crashed into them.

One of them, almost recognizable.

In fact, it was blood-chillingly familiar.

The air in the room was silent, the entire room was holding their breaths.

The second thing they noticed, coming out of the heap of destroyed cars;

Blood.

Dark. Pooling. Red.

Blood.

Finn gaped at the now-haunting screen in horror. "No...no..." his whisper was filled with panic, and he shot from the couch and flung at himself at the stairs, reaching for his phone to call his Mom.

The rest of the room was silent and shocked with horror, the only sound coming from Mercedes, who started sobbing quietly from where she was sitting, her eyes never leaving the screen.
******