Hey guys so I know a lot of people are doing this, but I started this right after the episode and thought it'd be nice to share my version. Let me know what you think and if I should continue. I already have two more chapters written and will update again sometime this weekend. Please review! Also to those following my other stories, they aren't done, I just need to get out of my little block i'm in with them right now. They will be updated eventually! Thanks for reading!


"It's now or never..."

Finn's words hit me hard. Now. Or Never... So permanent, so pressing, so..pushy. I'm waiting for Quinn, why can't he see that? She is a close friend now and I need her here. My husband should be able to see that. Right? So why can't he?

I escape from my thoughts when Finn grabs my phone and throws it at Santana, telling her to keep watch for any sign of Quinn. His face is not one of happiness, he is upset, his face is so expectant. He is waiting for my answer. I look around at all the others, see how they are awaiting my answer too. Well, almost all of them, Santana is on the phone. My phone. I pause to look further into her expression. It was blank, and tears soon began to roll down her face. No one else has seen her face. Everyone is too caught up in me. My answer. My life. Why isn't anyone else concerned about Quinn? I rush over to Santana trying to get her to face me in a way that no one else can see her in this moment of weakness.

Some may think I hate Santana, or that I should, but I don't. We aren't good friends yet, like Quinn and I are, but I consider her a friend still. She's stood up for me and I have stood up for her. This year we changed. I care about her, so her tears, are my tears. Especially because as I rush over, I know it's about Quinn. It has to be Quinn.

Finn starts yelling and everyone begins to grow into a mass of chaos as soon as I made the move towards the crying latina. I get to her and I succeed in shifting her so no one besides Brittany and I can see her tears. Brittany has been sitting beside her, but i'm the one she's leaning on now. Brittany is drawing circles on her shoulder and I have my arm around her waist, both of us silent knowing whatever the person on the other side of the phone is saying is important.

"No this actually isn't Rachel Berry, but I am with her and her and I are on our way right now" Santana says through her tears. Her voice trying to remain strong, but slowly fading. "Yes, thank you for calling this number so quickly...Just tell me shes going to be all right...please..."At this Santana starts sobbing, her makeup smearing on my dress. But I can't care less. I squeeze her close to me as I take the phone out of her grasp. Tears streaming down my face faster and faster. My mind racing.

Something happened. And Quinn might not be okay...

"Who was it Santana?" "What did they say? "Is Quinn okay?" "Rachel, why aren't we married right now?" "Did I hear Quinn isn't okay?"

Apparently everyone else decided it would be nice to crowd around us. They still can't see Santana's face, which I am glad for. She doesn't like to appear weak to anyone. Everyone may know she is crying, but at least they can't see her face. How broken she just became. But they can see my face. How broken I am. And once again I don't care. I just need to know what happened, without everyone crowding us!

"She was in a car accident. She was T-boned on her way here. She was hit while sending that last text to you. You were the last number open on her phone so that's the number the policeman called. He had been trailing the guy that hit her and said he found her phone and his partner called backup in immediately, they are already there, but he says it doesn't look g-good right now. After they get her out of the car they'll bring her to the hospital, and he said to go there. We need to go there" Santana rapidly whispers to me. Her voice once again attempting to gain it's strong , straight forward normal. It worked until she hit the part about it not looking good.

My text. It was my text she was responding to. This was my fault. Sure she looked at her phone by choice, but I sent her not one but two messages. Egged her on. Pushed her to respond. It was my text. My mouth is open as I make this realization, but I have to shake myself out of it. I need to calm down because despite Santana's attempts she won't anytime soon. And I need to be there for Quinn. Now. Because she will make it through this. And I will be there by her side when she does.

Brittany is crying, only half understanding, and wondering why is so hurt by a steak. Everyone else is yelling their questions too loud for them to hear what Santana says. I whisper a few comforting words into Santana's ear along with reassuring her that we will leave as soon as I get everyone else to calm down and clear the way. They deserve to know too, but they need to shut up first.

"Quinn got hit by a steak!" Brittany screams, as she leans her head on Santana's shoulder, now crying too, because her girlfriend is in so much pain. Everyone looks at me for an explanation. At least they're all quiet now. I look around at everyone and take a deep breath, Santana now squeezing my hand, I repeat exactly what Santana told me. Everyone else starts to tear up as I did when I heard. All of them love her. Every single one of them. We're a family.

A cry of pain rises above the rest and I see Shue holding Sue as she screams "No, not Q" and begins to sob into his shoulder. Now that is an effect only Quinn Fabray can cause. I tell everyone that I am going to drive Santana and Brittany to the hospital and that they are welcome to come, but not to expect any answers soon, as though I hope there will be, with the severity of the crash I don't expect anything yet.

Santana has calmed down and wiped her eyes as her face reappears from my side. We both stand up and she takes Brittany's hand and whispers in her ear what I assume is an easier understandable version of the car accident for her because Brittany's face scrunches up as she understands and begins to herself sob. Santana pulls her closer to her side as the three of us walk past everyone.

"Rachel! How could you? You're just going to leave? What about getting married?" Finn shouts at me and grabs my wrist, physically twisting me around to face him. Finn. I forgot all about Finn. Ever since the idea of Quinn being hurt entered my mind, all things Finn left. She is more important right now. I snatch my wrist away and scold him for not understanding or being upset about Quinn, himself having gone out and been in love with her twice. He blankly stares back at me, still not understanding. He does care about Quinn, I know somewhere he does, but he should care more. He should understand more.

Burt and Carol pull him away from my side thankfully, Carol crying. I know she took Quinn in for a while after her dad kicked her out and despite it not being her grandchild she still cared for her. My dad's appear at my side and say they'll be driving as they usher me out to where Brittany and Santana are waiting for me. Brittany still crying and Santana in a numb state, running her hand through Brittany's hair, trying to be the strong one. I take Brittany's hand as we walk to the car and help her get into the car first, Santana in the middle, and I beside her. I look out the window to see the rest of the glee club not far behind us, all getting into their cars to go change probably and then to the hospital.

The tears are still streaming down my face. Once they started, they never stopped, and I don't think they will anytime soon. We start to drive toward the hospital and my mind jumps into my memories. The memories with Quinn. From her first insult to earlier tonight when she said she wanted me to be happy. We've come a long way, and our journey was not about to get cut short now. It can't.