I am standing in front of the full length mirror in my old bedroom at my dads' house. Yes, Rachel Berry is back in town. Lima, Ohio hasn't changed that much since I left four years ago. Kurt and I are still roommates in New York. Santana moved out the minute Brittany moved into town. We have weekly dinners.

I hate to admit it but once I got to know Santana, she became one of my best friends. I haven't seen or heard from anyone else since high school. I have no idea what they are up too, hence, why I am here in Lima. We are having a reunion this year, just us Glee kids. I check my reflection one last time before grabbing my purse and heading out the door.

I swing by the Hummel residence to pick Kurt up, since we drove down in my car. I asked him to stay with me at my dads' but his father wouldn't have anything to do with that idea and insisted that he stay with them. Once I arrive and park the car, I make my way to the door. Before I can knock, the door flies open and I am immediately pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"Rachel Berry!"

"Hello, Burt. How have you been?" I ask, being pulled inside.

"I have been wonderful. So I see the Big Apple is treating you well, Ms. I-Am-Up-For-A-Tony-This-Year. I am so proud of you Rach!"

"Thanks, Burt. That means a lot to me. Is Kurt ready?" I change the subject. I'm in no mood to discuss that topic, I am just too damn nervous.

"I'm not sure but you can head to his room. You remember where it is, right?"

"Sure. Thanks."

I make my way to Kurt's room to find him standing in front of his mirror, panicking. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.

"Calm down. It's going to be okay. What is the problem? Are you nervous because Blaine is going to be there and you don't want to tell him about Jeremy?"

"No, but now I am, thanks Rae!" He pulls out of my embrace.

"Sorry. So what's wrong?"

"I can't decide on what shirt to wear. I have gone through about five."

I step over to his suitcase and begin to look through his shirts. I grab the first one I see. It's a black button down shirt, casual yet formal at the same time. Plus it matches my little black dress. He puts it on and begins to shake his head.

"What, still not the one?" I ask, worried. We only have 15 minutes to get to Breadstix.

"No, it is perfect. I just don't understand how the girl who used to wear animal print sweaters and argyle can walk into my room and pick out the perfect shirt in less than five minutes."

"Well, I've had help these past four years." I reply with a smile on my face.

"True. So are you ready?"

I nod. We make our way into Breadstix. It's not that crowded for a Friday night. I spot our group right away; all I had to do was look for the Mohawk. Before we get into the restaurant for good, Santana yells across the room.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence, Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum."

"Nice to see you too, Satan." I reply, hugging her.

"Hey Rachel. Kurt." Blaine says with the roll of his eyes, and excuses himself, stating some former business deal he forgot about.

"KURT!" Mercedes runs up to us, wrapping her arms around Kurt.

"Hey, Cedes." Kurt replies with a crazy smile on his face.

I make my way to the chair next to Noah. I lean over, giving him a quick hug. After all of us had said hello and placed our orders, we begin to discuss our new lives. Mercedes is still in Los Angeles, she now has a record deal of her own and her debut album should be out sometime next year. Sam is working in a standup comedy club in Los Angeles doing his famous impersonations of the stars for the stars, which were constants at his shows. Mercedes and Sam are still together and expecting their first child in 6 months. Finn is still in the Army, stationed in Ft. Benning, Georgia. He's seeing this girl from a town smaller than Lima, but it isn't anything serious. Quinn graduated Yale, top of her class, and is now working at a small law firm in Pennsylvania. Puck lives in California with his successful pool business but is planning on moving to New York in a month or so to try his hand at writing musicals and plays. Kurt is still at Vogue, except he is no longer an intern; he is Izzy's right hand man. She doesn't make any decision without asking Kurt his thought on the matter. Uh oh, it is my turn.

"So Rachel, we heard you were nominated for a Tony." Santana states. I could kill her; she knows I do not care to talk about this.

I send a glare her way. "Yes, I am."

"You don't seem too excited, Diva." Mercedes observes.

"I guess I am, but I am so nervous. I mean I want to win but I do not believe that I should peak this early in my career. I do not believe I have earned it yet."

"Of course you have, Jew-Princess. If anyone deserves it, it should be you." Puck says, smiling, and placing his hand on my thigh.

"So can we change the sub –" I'm interrupted by my phone ringing. I glance at it and it's a number I don't recognize. "I need to take this, I will be right back." I step outside of the restaurant, and notice that Kurt has his eyes on me the entire time.

"Hello. Rachel Berry speaking."

"Yes, Ms. Berry. I hate to bother you but we need you to come to Lima Memorial as soon as you can please."

"Why? Is everything okay?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"We have a Shelby Corcoran that was just brought in, you are her emergency contact."

I feel my heart stop. Shelby. I haven't seen her since high school. Why am I her emergency contact? "Um, okay. How bad is it? I mean will she live?"

"We are not sure. She is having a hard time breathing on her own. She is in the OR right now to see if we could stop the internal bleeding. Just please, can you come down here. I would prefer to discuss this in person."

"Yeah. Sure. What about her daughter, is she alright?"

"Ma'am there was no one in the car with her, so I am assuming she is fine."

"Okay, thank you Dr. um sorry, your name?"

"Stevens. Dr. Anna Stevens."

"Yes. Dr. Stevens. I will be there soon." I make my way into the restaurant and pull Kurt aside. "Shelby. Accident. Internal bleeding. Lima Memorial. Not Sure." This is all I can get out before the tears come. Shit, why am I crying? She left me. But she is my mother. Ugh! Kurt nods and wraps his arm around me and leads me to my car. He puts me in the passenger side, sends a quick text to Mercedes to let her know where we're going, and then pulls out of the parking lot.

Once we're inside the emergency room, I go to the information desk. "Dr. Stevens, please."

"Hi, Ms. Berry?" a young brunette doctor makes her way to where I'm standing. She holds her hand out for me to shake.

"How is she?" I ask, shaking her hand.

"She is still in surgery, but we will let you know as soon as she is awake and able to have visitors."

"So she will wake up?" I ask.

"Yes, but we aren't sure for how long."

"Okay. Thank you." I sit down in the waiting area and bury my head in my hands. I begin sobbing and all Kurt can do for me is rub my back. About ten minutes later, the group from dinner shows up and surrounds me. We sit in silence for a little over an hour.

"Ms. Berry?" Doctor Stevens calls out to get my attention. "She is awake. You can see her now."