Sorry it took this long to update! Never again. Okay, now where were we?


Finn looked down at the Rachel he once knew. These days, she was different, but if he had found that she was cheating with Puck or something, like he was with Quinn, he would be different, too.

Rachel awoke to Finn standing over her bed. "What are you doing here, Finn? I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again." She was getting angry. After all that he had put her through, he came to her house? The nerve!

"Well, actually, I kinda wanted to talk." He said sheepishly, looking at the floor.

"Oh REALLY? You came to TALK? How sweet. Now GET. OUT." Rachel said, sitting up and crossing her arms.

"Look Rach, I really don't love her-" Finn began, but Rachel cut him off.

"Finn, listen to me. At this point, I really don't care who you may or may NOT," She pointed to herself, "Love.
Now please, get out, before I scream. And then my dads will be up here with baseball bats and you will be bludgeoned. Now, before you climb back out of my window, back down three stories on my beautiful sycamore, and OUT OF MY LIFE, I need to say one thing." She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror by the window. She looked terrible, her black, blue, and purple hair frizzed out and knotted everywhere, black eyeliner running down her face from crying herself to sleep night after night because of Finn, and worst of all, she looked like what she hated most: a slut. Her black camisole was shredded so far up that half of her flat stomach showed, and the blue cotton pencil skirt she had worn to school the day before was bunched up and short. SHe cleared her throat and began again. "I do not love you anymore, Finn Hudson. No matter what you say, It will not be enough. Now, if you've gotten the point through that thick skull of yours-" He walked over and sat on the windowsill, legs hanging out, ready to jump. "Finn, don't do that-" He inched out farther until he was barely hanging on. And then, he let go. "Finn, wait! FINN! FINN! No, no, no, oh my god, DADS HELP! SOMEONE HELP FINN!"

She ran to the open window and leaned out. Finn was on the ground. His arm was sticking out at the wrong angle, and he lay in a small pool of blood. One rib was sticking out, and the bone in his leg was poking through the skin. But despite all that, he looked alive. "HELP, HELP, IT'S FINN! HE'S ON THE GROUND! NOOOoooo..." She slid down the wall and cried until she couldn't breathe.

Meanwhile, her dads had called 911 and were waiting with Finn in the back yard. His pulse was uneven, weak and the very strong, and he was barely breathing, but he was definitely alive. Alive and still fighting.