A.N. I'm seriously afraid of getting carried away with this. Thanks everybody for the favs and follows and reviews. They mean a lot. I really think that that was the fastest I've ever gotten a response. Lol. So enjoy the double update. While this get finished? That's a good question. Especially since I basically have to rethink the entire ending I had planned.

Episode 1

Don't Stop Believing

When the Glee Club met that day the tension was high. The students had been quiet since they had heard the awful news the day before. They were all anxious to know what was going on, especially the older members of the team.

Mr. Schuester entered the room a few minutes late. Their teacher placed his stack of papers on the top of the piano, letting the silence stretch before he addressed them. "As you all know Finn was in a pretty serious accident yesterday... and, well, it doesn't look all that great," he said sadly, unable to even look them in the eyes. Finn was his best friend, no matter the issues they had been having over the past few weeks.

Things had just started looking up, too. The kids had hoped that they would have both of their teachers for Nationals. They would need them, especially if they were going to win. Now they were just hoping that they wouldn't lose Finn for good.

"There's no easy way to say this... The doctors have put him in a medically induced coma. Finn's brain is swelling and they hope to stop that from happening anymore than it already has."

"Is he going to be okay?" Marley asked. "Does he have brain damage?"

"They won't know anything unless he wakes up," he returned quietly.

"Mr. Schue?" Artie interrupted. "Can we go visit him?"

Their teacher just shook his head. "Not right now. We have to let the family have their time with him. Give them some space. I know you're all upset. We all are."

"Don't tell us we're supposed to sing it out," Jake scoffed from the back of the room.

"No. No assignment this week," he told them. "If anyone wants to, though, you're more than welcome to put something together." Will glanced towards his office, a lost, far off gleam in his eyes. "If you need anything, come find me."

He left them then, softly shutting the door between them as he went.

"We have to do something."

"Do you think they told Rachel?"

"Of course they did. She lives with his brother doesn't she?"

"What about Nationals?"

"Who cares? What's the point if Finn's in the hospital?"

"What if he dies?"

"Shhh! Don't talk like that!"

"Guys," Sam tried to butt in, but no one paid him any attention. "GUYS! Why don't we put something together for Finn? For when he wakes up. That way he can't get mad because we haven't practiced."

"That's a great idea, Sam," Blaine agreed. "Mr. Schue might need something to cheer him up too."

Sam gave the other boy a grin, "Okay. So does anybody have any ideas?"

o.O.o

It had been so long. Between the plane being delayed because of the weather and the road work blocking the interstate, it had taken an unnatural amount of time. Rachel was getting impossible, too.

She was having a hard time, which was perfectly understandable. Finn was her soul mate, her first true love, her everything, even when she didn't want to admit it. He could get behind that, he had Blaine back home, after all. But Rachel's problem was she didn't seem to get that she wasn't the only one that was upset.

Kurt was the one that got the call once his father and Carole had gotten to the hospital and knew what was happening. His dad had tried to be the strong, manly-man, but he could hear the pain in voice. Carole was inconsolable. And that was before they had drugged poor Finn to the point of coma.

Personally, he was in a state of shock. That was until his father lead the three of them into the room. The ICU was loud, and impossibly bright for such a dark, painful place. All around the area there were dozens of other patients, each in different stages of near-death.

One woman just stared straight ahead into the hall, a tube attached to her throat, while she garbled noise at all of those that passed. In another room, a young boy, no older than thirteen, was strapped down on a bed while his friends and family sobbed and screamed around him. And then there was Finn.

He was hard to recognize, behind the mottled color of his skin and the swelling. Most of his large frame was covered by a thin hospital issued blanket, leaving only his face and neck exposed.

Stitches decorated the line of his left brow, both of his eyes had been blacked out, and his lips were swollen and covered in lingering bits of dried blood. The scary part, however, was the wires and tubes dangling from every one of his limbs. Three bags of strange liquid were hanging on the metal armature next to his bed, and he was decked out with a heart monitor and ventilator. The automatic blood pressure machine buzzed to life as he stared, wondering just how it had all come to this.

Finn was such a strong person, an he had been an amazing inspiration. He was family. Something about seeing his like that, it made it all real, and Kurt finally let the first tears out. The ones he had been afraid of.

Santana was right behind him, and she marched straight to Finn's side, and bent over him so that she could whisper in his ear. He couldn't hear what she said, but from the look on her face it hadn't been friendly. In fact, Kurt had the suspicion that she might have been threatening Finn with something horrible in order to trick him into getting better.

She didn't stay for very long after that, but she wasn't one for mushy family moments and tears. The nicest thing she did was pause by Carole's side and said, in the most serious tone she could muster, "He's going to get better. He has to, or I'll make sure he regrets it." And then she was gone.

Kurt moved out of the way when Rachel replaced Santana, going to sit by his step-mother's side and taking her hand in his. She didn't object, just held on so tight his fingers were already starting to get numb.

Rachel moved silently into the cramped room. She had stopped crying for the moment, although she looked close to breaking down again any second now. She didn't bother to say anything to anyone, she just stood over Finn for a minute, just watching him. After a few moments of that, Rachel, very gingerly, placed the very faintest of kisses on Finn's forehead. She then took the seat by his side, and intertwined her fingers with his.

Kurt had never once, in all of the years he had known her, seen her so quiet. It was unnatural, down right wrong. The entire trip home she had been nothing but a nonstop whirlwind of words. Some of which hadn't made any sense, and others that were so rambled together that they couldn't be deciphered.

But now, here, her light seemed to have gone out. And that, more than even Finn's bleak predicament, was heartbreaking.

o.O.o

This place was strange. This weird empty place he was floating through. It must have been some kind of limbo, he had decided. At first he thought it might have been a dream, but it just kept going and going. And it didn't really feel like a dream. It was too real, or something.

Everything felt strange, too. He wasn't hot or cold really, in fact it was like there was no temperature at all. He thought he must have been floating or flying, because their was nothing underneath him, just more emptiness.

Even when he tried to touch himself, like scratching his head or readjusting himself, he couldn't feel it. It was unnerving at first, but Finn had quickly grown used to it. He kind of liked it here actually, it was quiet.

He had plenty of time to think, which wasn't a good thing, but at least he could work through some of the stuff that filled up his head on a day to day basis. And he had worked out an entire decade worth of songs for Nationals.

Finn hadn't gotten lonely yet either, although he was starting to wonder if that would be a problem later on. But he could imagine just about anything here. When he had been thinking up songs it was almost like he entire place had come to life. Where ever he was, it had some decent surround sound.

He wasn't really worried about it, or anything really. He realized that being stuck in limbo probably didn't mean good things for him in the long term, but that seemed fuzzy and any time he did try to think about it his mind just sort of jumped to a different topic.

Rachel was a favorite. He kept trying to remember the dream he had had before this had all happened. It was something about Rachel, he was sure, and this little girl all done up in light blue. Kurt must have gotten a hold of her, he had thought. No way would he or Rachel have gotten her something like that.

The girl had just kept singing, and dancing around the room, with this big smile full of missing teeth. Finn never had too many dreams like that. He was, well, he was a dude, and guys just don't do that kind of thing all of the time. But it was fun, and happy, and it made him smile anyway.

That was what he wanted, after all. He knew why he had sent Rachel away, to New York. It was her biggest dream, and there was no way in hell he was going to let her wallow in a nowheresville like Lima. Not she much potential. But a small part of him still regretted it too, not that he could, or would, change anything.

These few years didn't matter so much, it was the next few, and the decades that would follow, when he wanted her by his side. She could have her dream, all of them, as long as she came back to make his a reality.

He lingered on that for a few more minutes, and then wondered if he'd ever get to see her again, ever get to hear her beautiful voice. All of the happiness fled then, and his insides seemed to turn to ice.

"Don't," he coached himself. "Don't stop believing."