A/N: This is something a wrote a lil while ago, and was nervous to actually publish. I re-read it over and over again to make sure it was right, but I'm almost 100% positive there's still a few or so mistake. Please, I would love your feedback and to know whether you want me to continue on, as I've already written a couple thousand words on the second chapter.

Pairing(s): Faberry (Eventually) with some Brittana, Tike and Klaine in the background

Friendships: Quinntana, Pucktana, Quick with some Tina/Quinn and Fabang. That's just an overview on what I've got planned at the moment though.

Word-Count: 2,826

This is set straight after On My Way, so it's a continue on. It may (no promises) follow a bit of the future episodes, and will hold some twists.

Chapter 1

Quinn typed out the message on her phone as she pressed send. It was only then that she felt something smash into her, the force instantly blacking her out.

Rachel looked back at her gold studded phone when she felt it vibrate in her hands, and nearly did a happy dance when she read Quinn's message to her, ON MY WAY. Clasping a hand happily over her heart, she smiled and put down her phone on the glass table.

Finn looked at her in frustration. "It's now or never."

Rachel looked at him unsure as he constantly ran his hands over his creasing sleek black tuxedo, his large hands nervously shaking. She wanted so badly to reach over and grab his hand to tell him she's ready, but she just isn't. She didn't want to start without Quinn… She couldn't marry him without Quinn standing with the Bridesmaids in her hot pink dress. No, she refused to start without her.

"We're waiting for Quinn," she said with such finality in her tone that Finn had to take a step back slightly.

"Why? Why do we have to wait for Quinn? The girl who harassed you for years? The one that's constantly tried to break us up? Who doesn't even support our marriage? Why would you want her here? I don't understand." He groaned, letting out a frustrated sigh afterwards, as his hands moved around with every new sentence. She could tell he wanted to get a move on so they wouldn't miss their chance, but she couldn't bring herself to walk down the aisle if Quinn wasn't standing on the al-, with the bridesmaids.

"She's changed Fi-"

She was sharply cut off by Finn's irritated voice. "Like hell she has!" He yelled out angrily before he looked down at Rachel as calmly as he could. "What makes you so sure she's changed? What if she walks into our wedding as we're exchanging vows and she ruins everything? I was her first love Rachel, and she's just trying to break us up so she can have me. But it doesn't matter, I love you not her." He said, sporting a dopey grin as he looked into Rachel's eyes.

Quinn couldn't breathe, her head was throbbing and she couldn't feel her legs. Her world was spinning, and she wanted to know where she was, but every time she tried to open her eyes, nothing happened. She didn't know what was happening, what was she supposed to do?

Rachel though, was not impressed. How could he be so full of it to think everything Quinn was doing was because of him? Yes, if this were last year, she'd instantly think it was just another ploy to get Finn back, but she knew she'd changed. She knew it. Why does he have to make everything about him? This had nothing whatsoever to do with him. It was amazing how much he could frustrate her, it was truly shocking.

"Finn…" She gritted out, her face clearly showing she was annoyed.

Everyone was watching on as the two 'to-bee's' argued, and shook their heads as Finn continued to make idiotic comments. Kurt, who had moved to sit on Blaine's knee, was looking on with somewhat of a smile as he snuggled into his boyfriend's embrace. Blaine on the other hand seemed disappointed, in Finn that is. Was the boy seriously that warped? He hadn't known Quinn that well, but he had been out with her, Mercedes and Kurt on a few occasions, and he could tell she was truly trying to get her life back together.

Sitting on the couch, Brittany was pouting as she held Santana's hand, who seemed thoroughly unimpressed, but was mainly thinking about where Quinn was. No, she hadn't expected her to turn up, but she thought she'd at least give them a warning first.

She'd been coming in and out of consciousness every few minutes for a while now, and she could feel herself slowly slipping away, then blackness. Then she'd come back, then gone, and then back, then gone. It was a vicious cycle.

Next to them sat Mercedes and Tina, who were both listening intently to the argument between the two, interested in how this would pan out.

"C'mon Rach, we only have, like, three minutes until it starts." Finn urged on, grabbing her hands in his own overly sized ones.

"Giving us three minutes to wait for her." She replied simply.

Finn, who was getting more and more frustrated by the second frowned in disapproval. "Why do you want her here so much? All she is a heartless bitch! All she thinks about is herself!" He yelled, clearly over stepping the line, as Puck walked up behind him, spinned him around and punched him hard in the gut.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up?" He yelled as he pushed the surprised Finn back, who was clutching his stomach in shock before groaning in pain.

"Guys! Stop this! Isn't this supposed to be a happy day?" Burt asked as he pushed Puck away from Finn who looked like he was about to pass out.

"If he'd just wait, then he wouldn't be saying stuff he'd regret!" Puck sneered as he shot daggers at Finn. How dare he talk about Quinn like that? She'd been through some tough shit, and didn't need his snide remarks. He certainly wouldn't be saying that if he'd been in her position. Prick.

She heard voices. Wasn't it too early for her to lose her sanity? No… they were coming from a distance, and there were… um… sirens? Had someone found her? Wait, found her from what? What was she just-? She felt herself slowly go in and out again, forgetting what was going on and losing her thoughts.

"Why don't we all just calm down? Quinn is probably on her way here right now, we'll just give her a few more minutes before we head to the wedding." Carol suggested as she stood beside Burt. No, she didn't like what Finn had just said, but they didn't need unnecessary fighting, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of their life. Yes, she was scared they were rushing into things, but she just wanted her son to finally be happy. And she knew Rachel was the source of his happiness. She knew he really loved the petite girl.

Finn, still clutching his stomach glared at an even angrier Puck, and simply stood at his full height, huffed as he laid his hand on his stomach, kicked over a vacant chair, and stormed out of the room, giving people a strange sense of Déjà vu from when he'd done a similar thing he did during their freshman and sophomore years when he'd found out Quinn was carrying Puck's child, and not his.

Rachel stared at where he once stood with a look of indifference on her face. Why couldn't he just let her wait for Quinn? That was all she was asking for. And she said she was on her way, so she should be here soon anyways.

With a sigh, she plopped down onto a free couch in a very ungraceful manner as she rested her head in her hands. She sat there for five minutes, but there was still no sign of Quinn though. It shouldn't be taking her this long should it? Didn't she live, like, 15 or so minutes away from City Hall? And she said she'd left nearly 25 minutes ago. It didn't make any sense.

"Rachel, honey?" Carol's voice spoke, breaking her out of her Quinn induced thoughts, and she looked up at the woman.

"Maybe we should start making our way to the ceremony." She suggested.

"I've got her!" A voice yelled as she felt someone try and get her out of the car, but she was wedged too far in for him to completely reach her. "I need the clippers!" He commanded as he readjusted her body slightly. She wished she could just see what was happening, but she still couldn't open her eyes. No matter how hard she tried.

Rachel nodded, thinking Quinn had maybe changed her mind at the last second and gone home. She was honestly looking forward to having Quinn being at her wedding. It was the only thing she had left. Nothing about this wedding was how she'd dreamed. She'd always imagined a beautifully over the top sparkly dress that you could instantly spot in a crowd. A large ceremony in a very natural environment. Her best friends at her side. The man of her dreams. A rabbi to do the sermon, not some priest. Gardenias found all over the room. And to have it on her 25th birthday.

She only realized she'd stood up when she heard someone curse under their breath, and for the sound of a news report coming from somewhere. Turning around from the doorway, she spotted the TV in the corner had turned on, and noticed Kurt looking apologetic as he picked the remote he'd nearly tripped over up. She saw that Blaine wasn't by his side like before, but remembered he'd gone to go after Finn.

Just as he was about to switch it off, she noticed something. A car crash? On the corner of 3261 Miller & Thompson's Road? Wasn't that? No… it wasn't… it couldn't be.

"Kurt! Don't turn it off!" She nearly screamed when she heard the reporters speak. Kurt jumped in surprise, ultimately dropping the remote on his toe.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" He squealed as he jumped around clutching his now throbbing toe.

"- A man, driving a maroon coloured truck crashed into a red Volts Wagon-" Doesn't Quinn have a red bug? "It's reported that a teenage girl was driving the car that was crashed into-" No… "Now, over to Peter, who's at the scene of the crash." A man wearing a dress suit appeared on the screen with a sombre look on his face as he held a microphone, focusing in on a man being wheeled into an ambulance. She couldn't see his face very well, but could tell he was beaten up quite a bit.

"The driver of the truck, though injured, is not in critical condition, unlike the other victim, who is currently trapped in her car as Fireman fight to get her out after the car flipped and ended up between the road and a fence." The camera flashed to the side, revealing a distanced shot of a bright coloured red bug wedged unceremoniously into a wooden fence; as fireman attempted to pry open a door.

"Oh god..." She heard Santana mumble, and she looked over to see the Latina with a hand covering her mouth, with a terrified Brittany clutching onto her right arm.

She could hear loud snapping sounds close to her head as she felt herself able to pop one eye open slightly before having to clamp it shut at the intensity of the light that swirled to her vision. "Darren! Help me lift this!" The man yelled, but it only came out faintly in her ears as noises from further away boomed louder instead.

"What's the matter?" Tina asked as she looked between the two and the television, who was propping herself up with her hands resting on Mike's knee as she glanced between Santana, Brittany and the TV, clearly not understanding what was going on.

That's when Rachel realized what was going on… that was… Quinn's car. No, maybe it was just… but she noticed a sticker on a window when the camera zoomed in as the reporter kept talking. It was a Cheerios' sticker. She remembered when Quinn had shown it to her last year, telling Rachel that it was important to show some Cheerio spirit.

"No…" She sobbed softly as tears started forming in her eyes.

"Wait! I think they've managed to open the door!" The reporter spoke fast as they got closer to the accident site.

Quinn heard a loud smash as someone pried her from the wreck, her body still limp. "Get a gurney over here stat!" The same man yelled as she heard wheels rolling closer and closer to her. She felt like something had set off within her when they placed her onto the gurney, as she felt a painful surge catapult through her now burning body. It felt like she was on fire.

Rachel watched in anticipation as someone was slowly and carefully pulled out of the car. She looked around the room, tears already rolling down her cheeks. No one seemed to have a clue what was going on besides Santana, Brittany, Rachel, and she was pretty sure Sue had figured it out by the look of pure fear on her face. One expression she'd never seen the woman actually reveal.

Rachel almost had a heart attack when she watched the men holding a female… that was… no… please no… no no no no no... Pink. She sunk to the floor in a bundle of sobs as she saw a blonde head of hair, painted red with blood, and a Pink dress. It was Quinn's bridesmaids dress. For Rachel's wedding. This was all her fault.

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and she looked up through her watery eyes to see her dad, LeRoy in front of her, concern written all over his face as he looked at her in a panic, but paused when he heard something. Rachel was too busy crying to hear what was going on, but all she could feel was her dad hugging her tightly.

It's only when she heard Finn's voice that she stopped hysterically crying and was able to take in the scene in front of her. Brittany was hugging a crying Santana, Kurt was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, Mike had Tina in his arms, who both had tears streaming down their faces, Puck looked like he wanted to punch something, but also had a few stray tears lining his cheeks, while Sam and Mercedes were both in tears as they clutched to each other desperately.

This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This WASN'T happening, was the mantra she was chanting to herself in her head as she slowly stood up. But it was. She needed to get to the hospital. She needed to see Quinn.

"What's going on?" Finn questioned once again as he looked around at his friends, wandering what was going on. It's then that he looked to the TV, seeing someone… Quinn? Being wheeled quickly into an ambulance as the man on the television continued to speak about a horrible car accident. The girl beat up and bloodied with short blood painted hair, with a torn pink dress. No…

She was starting to see things. Butterflies fluttered around, gently knitting together as they created a beautiful rainbow. Maybe it was because of something they gave her, because she felt so in peace and calm right now. It was all so beautiful, the caressing moon as it sat there steadily, the way the wind whistled in her ears as it flowed freely and the happily dancing around group of people. They were her friends, the glee club. All laughing happily as they pranced around in joy.

"I'm going to Lima Central." Rachel blurted out as she looked to her fathers in tears. "Dad, daddy, take me to Lima Central." She sobbed as she quickly ran up to them.

"Rach-"

"Now."

"But-"

"I. Said. Now."

Hiram nodded, and took his daughter's hand. "Would anyone like to hitch a ride? We have room for two more."

Santana was instantly out of Brittany's arms and asked if her and Brittany could come, to which was instantly accepted as the unusually teary (unless she was drunk) girl grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her out of the room to follow the Berry's, everyone stood still around, shock evident on their faces as they stared at the door, trying to process what exactly was going on.

"Wait. What?"

Oh course; it was Finn who would break the silence.

"The cold heartless bitch that wants you back is fucking dying!" Puck screamed, punching a wall in anger as tears spilled from her eyes. "This is all your fault!"

"How the hell is this my fault?" Finn questioned as he looked at his former best friend, fire burning in his eyes. How dare he blame him? How was this even slightly his fault?

"I don't know!" Puck yelled as he ran for the door as he took his keys out, and also started pushing Artie in his wheelchair out of the room.

"Wait! Where are we going?" Artie questioned as he looked up to Puck, who was pushed him down the hall as fast as he could towards the hospital.

"We're going to the hospital."

Then she thought about Rachel, and suddenly, she was panicking.