A/N: I know, another story. I can't help myself. This idea had been rolling around my head for months now, and if I didn't do it now, it would have never happened, and I would have hated that.

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When people thought of Rachel Berry, the first thing that came to their mind(s) was her voice. It was hauntingly beautiful, tragic almost. When she sang, she could move an entire crowd to tears, and had done so before. And so if Rachel were to ever lose her voice, no one would know how to describe her anymore- no one would know who she was. But that's what happened. Rachel Berry lost her voice.

But in losing her voice, she gained a greater gift, a greater joy than she had ever known with singing.

It had started the day Rachel was due to perform her solo at Regional's. Not many had heard her song – just Tina and Brittany, seeing as the two were her back up singers – and so Rachel was looking forward to seeing the club and crowd's expressions. She'd set her alarm for six, seeing as she was due at the William McKinley parking lot at eight. Unfortunately, her alarm hadn't gone off. Her daddy had come in at 7:15 calling her, concerned that she wasn't up yet. Rachel had taken one look at the clock and bolted out of her bed. She had a three minute shower, blow-dried her hair, gotten dressed, flew down the stairs, and grabbed a banana. Her fathers had had the car waiting and ready in the driveway. They had left the house at 7:50. Rachel lived twenty-five minutes from the high school. Needless to say, her fathers had floored it. They had reached a stoplight. The light was green, and it was their right away. Someone else had run a red light. There wasn't even time to scream before the two cars had collided. Rachel's last thought was that she was going to miss Regional's.

It hadn't crossed the minds of any them that they could have called and said they were running late.

In the parking lot of William McKinley High, Will Schuester checked his watch and sighed. It was 8:30, and Rachel hadn't showed. Will was angry, and resigned as he climbed aboard the bus to break the news to the rest of the team. He didn't spare a single thought to wonder if the petite diva with the large voice was all right; his only thoughts were that such a stunt was just like her. It didn't matter that she got a solo, and a large singing part in the group number – nothing ever satisfied her. He was just thankful that Lauren had joined the club, leaving them with enough members to perform with. So no, Will Schuester hadn't stopped to think and realize that Glee was Rachel's entire life, and that she would never miss a performance, especially not one as important as Regional's.

On his way to the Lima Bean to meet Blaine for coffee, Kurt was passing by a street surrounded by police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances. Kurt was concerned, so he stopped his car for a detour. He was sure Blaine would understand if he were a little late for their coffee. Coming closer, Kurt saw the car that had suffered the worst damage. It looked like it had been totaled by a semi, and with further inspection that was exactly what had happened. And then Kurt paled. That was Rachel's car. Kurt jumped out of his car and ran to the scene. A police officer caught him around the middle and held him back.

"I'm sorry, son, but you can't go in there," the officer said kindly.

"That's my best friend in there!" Kurt shrieked, losing his composure. "That's my best friend; that's Rachel Berry. She's a petite diva with an incredible voice – you wouldn't think a person that small could have a voice that beautiful -, her dream is to be on Broadway and win a Tony when she's twenty-five, gold stars are her thing, most people assume her favorite color is pink, but it's not. It's silver, because it reminds her of the moon and stars. She loves the night time because she feels so small and insignificant compared to the rest of the universe, and, and…" Kurt trailed off, the rest of his sentence ending in sobs.

The officer soothed Kurt and shouted over his shoulder for a blanket and some Gatorade. The poor boy was obviously going into shock.

"You're going into shock, kid. Tell you what. We've just finished pulling the bodies from the car. You can travel with them in the ambulance on the way to the ambulance."

Once Kurt was settled in the back of the vehicle, he grabbed Rachel's hand.

"You have to be alright, Rae. You're going to pull through this. You have to." Kurt said with a quiet conviction and frailty in his voice that had never been there before, not even with Karofsky.

As the ambulance pulled out, the officer who had called for the blanket and Gatorade shook his head and said to his partner, "You don't see a friendship like that one very often. That girl's a lucky one."

On Monday at school after Regional's a very pissed off Glee club, sans one member stalked the halls looking for a petite brunette diva. Finally giving up, the club returned to the choir room.

"It's no use, Schue." Santana growled out. "She's not here."

"Well, why would she be? She's obviously ashamed of leaving us to scramble around for a set list at the last moment." Quinn reasoned.

Tina's phone buzzed at that moment. She opened her phone to see one new message from Kurt. Curious, she opened it, and nearly dropped her phone. Her eyes misted over, and grabbing her bag, she raced out of the room. Mike followed her, concerned as to why his girlfriend had raced out of the room looking like she had received the worst news of her life. He caught up with her in the parking lot, tears flowing down her face in a silent rush. She wiped them away, but more came in their place. Tina rustled in her bag, trying to find her car keys. Mike caught her hand, as she attempted to put the keys in the lock and open the car.

"T, I don't know what's going on, but I know you shouldn't be driving in this condition. Come on, I'll take you wherever it is you need to be."

"Lima Memorial Hospital," Tina whispered in a choked voice.

Mike nearly slammed the brakes in surprise, which wouldn't have been a good thing. The club didn't need another car accident on their hands.

"Whose in the hospital, Tina?"

"Tina!" he snapped, when he didn't get an answer after about ten minutes.

"We're here, Mike. Just follow me," Tina said in a dead, wooden voice.

Mike followed Tina to the receptionist's desk, and listened as she asked for her friend's room. When the receptionist asked for her friend's name, Tina replied 'Rachel Berry.' Mike felt his stomach drop down to his feet. Not many people knew this, but Rachel and Tina were best friends, had known each other since they were little, grown up together, and knew everything about each other. Mike caught up with Tina and wrapped her in a hug, trying to send some of his warmth over to his girlfriend. Mike heard his and Tina's names being called, and turned with Tina still wrapped in his arms. He met the eyes of a one Kurt Hummel who looked like he hadn't slept since the Friday before the weekend. His clothes were rumpled, his hair was a mess, and that was when Mike knew how bad it was if Kurt Hummel didn't care about his appearance.

"She woke up," Kurt sighed, a bit relieved.