Finn rushed her down the hallway, moving her towards the room where they would say their i-do's. But something didn't feel right, something was wrong and she couldn't go through with it. She stopped in the middle of the hallway and just shook her head. "I can't do this," She looked up to see a confused Finn and shook her head again. "I'm sorry Finn, I can't do this."

"Is this because Quinn isn't here, I mean- she's on her way and if she's late its okay. But we're gonna lose our spot."

"I can't marry you, I'm sorry." Rachel leaned over and kissed Finn on the cheek and then her own parents. "I'm sorry Mrs. Hummel, but I can't." She moved down the hallway, muttering 'something isn't right' before entering the waiting room. Her cell phone back in her hand and texting Quinn again. 'Where are you?' she kept texting, but this time no answer. She felt her chest tighten, something was wrong.

"Rachel," She turned around to see Santana standing in the doorway. "You need to make up your damn mind, are you going to marry him or not?"

"No."

"Who then?"

"Quinn, its always been Quinn." Santana's eyes went wide, she moved quickly and closed the door after the girls came rushing in.

"Quinn what?" Tina asked looking confused and slightly lost.

"Rachel has a crush on Quinn."

"Its not a crush."

"Rachel, Quinn likes boys." Tina walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling sweetly as possible. Rachel didn't say anything else, and grabbed her keys and headed for the door. "Something's wrong, she would have been here by now." Rachel ran towards the parking lot and towards her car, her heart hammering and hands shaking.

"Rachel!" She looked over her shoulder to see Santana and Brittany running after her. "We're going with you, in your state of crazy you really shouldn't drive alone." Rachel rolled her eyes and got into the car, Santana in the front and Brittany in back. "Calm down okay, don't get us killed." Rachel nodded and pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the road, the same road Quinn should be coming from.

"So what are we looking for?" Brittany asked as if she was just catching up, as if she was still unsure what was going on.

"Quinn."

"Uh huh and we're gonna pass her on the way, she's coming and-" Santana paused as they turned a corner and saw the flashing lights down the road. Ambulance, police, fire truck. "My god."

As they neared, Brittany cried out. "Santana, that's Quinn's car!" Once the car stopped Brittany was the first one out and headed for the tapped off line. "Quinn!" She was sobbing by the time Santana reached her, holding her in close and somehow Rachel found her way into her arms as well. "Quinn, she was coming San."

"Is she breathing?" Santana asked through tears, is she breathing?" The officer nodded and tried to catch Rachel as she broke free and over to where Quinn was on the stretcher. "Rachel come back here."

"Quinn," Rachel grasped Quinn's hand as she reached up and held it firmly. "Don't you die on me, Quinn. Please, you can't." Everything that Quinn was trying to say came out with moans and unrecognizable sounds, she was so numb she couldn't feel the tears run down her face. "I love you, Quinn Fabray- don't die on me. Don't you dare die on me." She looked over her shoulder and yelled over to Santana, "Take my car I'm going with her." The EMT's loaded her into the ambulance and she jumped in after her.

"BP is dropping..." Rachel took a hold of Quinn's hand as she reached out aimlessly, to no one in particular. Her heart was hammering in her chest now, as Quinn's eyes started to close. She squeeze her hand and watched as her eyes popped open.

"Don't, stay away. Don't close your eyes, okay, you have to stay with me." Rachel sobbed, "I love you, please."

By the time they reached the hospital, Santana and Brittany had gone a different route to meet them there. Santana said she called the others and they were on their way, that someone would call Mrs. Fabray. No one was allowed in by the time Mrs. Fabray came, Quinn had been rushed into surgery. Everyone just littering the room, a bunch of kids and adult in dresses and suits. Some praying, some pacing, some doing both.

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