Author's note: First, this contains spoilers from the most recent episode of Glee (3x14 or something, I'm not sure). I know there have probably been a million fics like this, but I wanted to write one so I did. Second, to all following my Brittana story, I promise it's not dead! I'm just having major writer's block whenever I find time to write, which is almost never. I'm extremely busy with school and rehearsal (and tech week is coming up) but I promise that I will have more up eventually! Please be patient and don't give up on me!

Speak Now

I don't do this sort of thing. I mean, it's not like the opportunity has come up before, but I'm just not the type of person to stand up when the preacher says "speak now". This time, though, it's different. This time, it's Rachel.

It's Rachel and I can't just sit back and watch her ruin her life by saying "I do" to someone else.

It's Rachel, and I'm in love with her.

If only this damn tractor would go faster than a snail so I could get there in time to have the chance to tell her that.

My phone vibrates on the passenger seat, and I nervously glance at it. It's probably Rachel and I pray it's not her saying they're going to start without me.

What's going to happen when I tell her? Would she actually leave Finn? Probably not. Especially not to be with me. I feel horrible about how I used to treat her, but that doesn't change the fact that I ever acted that way. She has no reason to forgive me. She has no reason to be with me. Then why am I doing this?

...

I have to tell her. She has to know. Just once. And whatever happens, happens. But she has to know.

My phone vibrates again and I nervously tap the wheel and glance over at it again. 2 new messages. The tractor is still moving at an egregiously slow rate, so I grab my phone and check the messages.

Both are from Rachel. "HURRY!" and "WHERE ARE YOU?" I sigh, relieved that they haven't started yet, but quickly type out a reply to calm her a bit.

"ON MY WAY"

I hit send as I glance to the right to check cars at the intersection. My phone now says 'Message sent!' and suddenly there is a loud crash, glass shattering, and pain.

My car is crushed and everything hurts and the last thing I think is that I failed. She'll never know how I feel and she'll marry that egg-headed idiot. And everything goes black.

Where's that white light they always talk about in movies? Everything is just black and I can't feel anything and I just want to be dead. I'd rather be dead than stuck in this emptiness indefinitely with my thoughts.

Rachel is all I think about. It's torture. She went ahead and married the buffoon and she doesn't know that I love her but she's happy. She doesn't need me and I just want to die.

It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm numb. There's nothing. I'm still searching for that damn white light. Still thinking about her.

I don't know how long this emptiness lasts. There's no way to keep track. It could be minutes, it could be years.

But suddenly, I feel pain, and I'm happy because at least I'm feeling something. It hurts so much but I'm here.

I can feel my arms and my legs, I can hear the beeping of the heart monitor, I can...open my eyes.

Rachel. She's there. I feel her hand in mine, so I focus all my energy on squeezing her hand. It must work because her head turns suddenly, and her eyes meet mine.

"Quinn," she says. It's barely a whisper.

I open my mouth and decide to never waste another chance again. "Rachel." She smiles and takes my hands in both of hers and leans in, and it takes a lot of willpower, but I manage to choke out the last 3 words.

"I love you."