A/N: Hey guys! This is a new story I am working on. It is about the Finchel family in 2026. I hope you guys like it. I obviously don't own glee and I wish I owned the songs. Please R&R and if you have any suggestions I would love to read them ;^) Thanks!
P.S. RIP Cory 3 I haven't written anything for Finchel yet so I just wanted to say that Finn Hudson and Cory Montieth will both forever remain in my heart.
Chapter 1: The Crash
It all happened so fast. Rachel had been driving her seven-year-old daughter, Lily, to go buy her a new notebook, Lily loved her notebooks. She was such a happy girl. Her and her mom were laughing and singing along to the Wicked soundtrack, having a great time. But that all changed when a red, pick-up truck ripped through the intersection, hitting Rachel's Volvo.
"Lily!" Rachel screamed. She watched in horror as her entire world came crashing down. Lily had hit her head on the windshield and now she was laying limp with her head in her knees and blood dripping on her shoes. "Lily! Sweetheart, can you here me!" Rachel shook her daughter trying to wake her. No luck.
Rachel looked outside as police cars and ambulance vans pulled up. She quickly opened the car door and waved down a paramedic. "Please help! My daughter is unconscious!" The paramedic ran over to Lily's side of the car and assessed the damage. She called over some other people who brought a gurney with them. They all lift Lily onto the gurney and began to wheel her to the nearest van.
Rachel anxiously followed behind. She caught up with the paramedic who had seen Lily initially, "W-will she b-be ok-kay? C-can you h-he-help h-her?" She stuttered.
The paramedic smiled sympathetically, "We are going to do everything we can, Ma'am. Would you like to drive with us?"
Rachel couldn't speak. She simply nodded. An officer came up to her and asked for her accounts on what happened but she simply said, "My daughter is unconscious. She is the only thing important to me right now." The officer nodded solemnly, understanding the circumstances.
Rachel climbed into the ambulance and held Lily's limp hand all the way to the hospital.
Rachel paced outside the hospital door. She had called Finn and he was trying to fly back early from his conference in Chicago, but it was hard to get a last minute ticket to New York. Oh, shit! Rachel thought. She forgot that she needed to pick her three-year-old son up from daycare. She couldn't leave Lily, and Finn wasn't here. Who could she call? Then she remembered.
Rachel whipped out her iPhone and dialed the number, "Hey... Lily and I got into a car wreck...Pretty bad. We are at the hospital...I'm fine." At this point, Rachel started to cry. "But she isn't waking up...can you pick up Matt when you go to get Ty? You can? Thank you...Yeah, Forester Hospital. Yeah. Thanks. See you soon. I will. Bye."
"Mrs. Hudson." A nurse tapped Rachel on the shoulder. "We need to ask you a couple of questions about Lily. Just things for the system." Rachel nodded.
"Full legal name?"
"Lilian Shelby Hudson."
"Date of Birth?"
"January 2nd, 2019."
"Can you tell me, in the greatest detail, what happened?"
And that is when Rachel lost whatever was holding her together.
Noah Puckerman hung up with his best friend and took a deep breath. He then continued to look for his 3-year-old, Tyler and his godson, Matt. He spotted the mini Mohawk among the sea of munchkins flowing out of Sunny Days Preschool. He ran up behind Ty and picked him up. "Hey, Hot Wheels!"
Tyler squealed in delight, "Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy!" Puck felt a tug on his jeans He looked down to see his nephew, Matt, looking up at him with eyes identical to Rachel's. "What's going on, Matt?"
"Have you seen Mommy?" Puck put Tyler back on the ground and bent down to Matt's level.
"I'm sorry, little man. Mommy can't pick you up today. But she sent me to get you."
"Where is she?"
"Well, Lily bumped her head and they had to go to the hospital to get it checked out." Puck couldn't bare to tell Matt how critical his sister's condition truly was. "So you are going to go and hang out with Ty and Auntie Quinn for awhile. Okay?"
Matt grinned and gave Puck two, tiny thumbs-up. "Okay!"
"We're home!" Puck shouted, closing the door after Tyler and Matt.
Quinn appeared with an apron on and flour on her cheeks. "Hey boys! Lucy is in the kitchen. Want to help her make so cookies?"
"Yeah!" they cheered. The boys ran into the kitchen.
Quinn smiled and turned to Puck. "Why is Matt here? Don't get me wrong, I love having him over, but Rachel usually tells me so I can plan something fun."
"Rachel and Lily got into a car wreck. Rachel is fine but Lily hit her head and is in a coma."
Quinn gasped. "Oh my god. Rachel and I had just taken the girls out for ice-cream because the elementary school let out early after some fifth-grade idiot let out a stink bomb in the vent system. Rachel and Lily left to go buy a couple of things and we were going to meet up at the boys' preschool." Quinn started to cry. "If I just didn't let her go!" Puck walked over to his wife and gave her a hug, refusing to let go.
"Babe, this isn't your fault. The trucker was drunk. No one could've done anything. But everything will be alright. Lily Hudson is a fighter."
Quinn smiled. "I know. I love you, Puck."
Puck grinned. He kissed the blonde's head and hugged her tighter. "I love you, too, Q."
"Mom! Tyler is throwing the baking stuff again!"
"Coming! Tyler William Puckerman! You better not be putting eggs in your sister's hair!"
Puck chuckled. "Throwing cookie ingredients, I wonder where they get these ideas." He looked at Quinn with a devilish grin.
Quinn frowned. "I am going to get the kids cleaned up."
Puck let her go. "I am going to go see Rachel. She must be terrified."
"Okay." She nodded. She reached up and kissed her husband. "Are you ever going to shave that Mohawk?"
Puck shook his head. They both laughed and went their separate ways.
Puck walked out of the elevator and started searching for his best friend. He paused when his phone rang.
"Hey buddy! How's it going?"
"Don't screw with me, Puckerman." Finn sounded pissed. "Rach isn't answering her cell. What's going on?"
"I don't know, man. I am at the hospital now. I looking around for Rachel."
"Look for a girl who's curled up in a ball, sobbing. That will probably be her."
Puck let out a small laugh. "That's our girl. Try to get here soon, dude, she needs you. We all do."
"I know. I got a flight. I will be there around 7 in the morning, tomorrow. Do me a favor and stay with her would you?"
"I will. I got to go. I found her." Puck hung up and looked down at the petite figure curled in ball. "Rach?"
The brunette looked up. Her face was swollen. "She isn't waking up."
Puck offered Rachel his hand and pulled her off the ground and into a tight embrace. "I know, Rach. It will be okay." But honestly, Puck had no clue.
Sorry if it was short. It will get better I promise. Please review and any suggestions are much appreciate. Thanks! And for anyone who has read my previous stuff, yes I am a major Gleek!
