One Last Time
[Rachel's Point of View]
I didn't want to believe what they were telling me, none of it. It didn't make sense. Kurt, and Santana never spoke a word after Burt and Carole had given us the news. We were all wide-eyed, it was I who broke down first handedly. Soon enough Kurt joined in. Thoughts over loss of his own stepbrother were overpowering him. I wrapped his arms around him, as did Santana, Blaine, Burt, and Carole.
He was my person. My home wasn't New York, it wasn't even broadway.
It was Finn.
So, we made a stop for Ohio.
While Santana, Kurt, and Blaine went to McKinley, I decided to seek if Burt and Carole needed any help. I could see the hurt surrounding Caroles bleak expression. Not only losing her husband to a drug overdose, in Cincinnati Now it was her only son, (Well besides Kurt, whom was her stepson). But Carole had spoken, there was nothing left to be done, everything was already done.
So I decided to finally give in and drove to McKinley. I stood by the entrance of the auditorium. I could easily hear the agony in the glee clubs voices, while they were singing RENT's 'Seasons of Love' to honor Finn. I wanted to join in and along, but.
So I stayed near, until they finished and turned around. Until I thought of something, I walked away from the entrance and went back to my car. I was going to order an engraved plaque. In honor of Finn.
"Miss, um is there anything you want added onto this plaque maybe something he might've said once, to inspire others?" The man asked, pulling me out of my trance.
"I-uh, may I have a moment please?" I asked, the man had nodded.
I thought back to the Night of Neglect week in glee club, from junior year. The entire week we had spent in the auditorium was only for solos. Then it came to me, those very meaningful words that maybe could've helped anyone who was about to give up on things, or even in glee.
The show must go….all over the place…. Or something.