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Three months later...

Roll. Stop. Roll. Stop. Roll. Stop. Roll. Stop.

Finn sighed as he struggled to get up the ramp that led to his house. Burt and his mom had installed a ramp on the front porch so that Finn could get up easily, but he always ended up getting stuck on this one part of the ramp. He blew out a breath. This always happened when he was at the top of the ramp already, and it was pissing him off more recently, but he tried to keep a cool head so that he would fall backward and roll back down the ramp.

Roll. Stop. Roll. Stop. Roll. Thwack.

Finn busted through the front door, almost ramming his chair against the end of the couch. There used to be a night stand where he stood (or sat) but he had ran into it and his Mom came out fromt he kitchen and was almost pissed at him for breaking the lamp that Grandma had given her. But one look at Finn's chair and his legs, and his Mom just told him that it was okay and that she was making his favorite dinner, fried chicken and mashed potatoes. That was the thing that Finn hated the most. Despite the accident, the physical therapy, the pain, the medication, everything. There was one thing that he hated the most.

The looks.

The look of pity, sadness, sympathy. As if that was all he was going to be to them. A sad, paralyzed teenager whose dreams were destroyed by a drunk driver who ran a red light.

It pissed him off to no end to have people look at him like that. So Finn did what he did best.

He shut everyone out.

His Mom had wanted him to go to a therapist and talk about what he as feeling, since he wouldn't talk to anybody. Kurt had tried. Burt has tried. His Mom tried. Mr. Schue tried, and the entire Glee club had tried. But they knew that they would never get him to open up, and that there was only one person who could. Rachel, but she didn't know about what happened to him. He begged everyone who knew both of them to not tell her. He even begged her Dads, and they agreed, giving him a sad look, that fucking look that makes him wish that he could just stand up and throw his wheelchair and kick it as hard as he can. To show everyone that he can still fulfill his dreams and he doesn't have to hide his failure from the girl he loves.

He rolled towards his new bedroom, opening the door and throwing his backpack on the floor. It wasn't really a new bedroom, it actually looked almost exactly like his old room, it was just downstairs in the old family room. The other solution was to get a chair that went up the stairs, but Mom and Burt found it a little too expensive, and so did he. They also had to get an extra wheelchair for if that happened, just to ba able to transport him to his room (because everyone knows no one else would be able to carry him) so they just scraped the whole idea and transferred his whole bedroom downstairs.

On somedays, it was good. He was all alone on the first floor at night when everyone was asleep and he could just roll into the kitchen when he was hungry and just grab something to eat (All of Finn's favorite foods were placed on lower shelves where he could easily reach them) or make some hot chocolate if he wanted to. No one bothered him at night, even if he stayed up late, but those nights were only when the pain kept him up too much. Usually his pain medication made it difficult to stay up since it really made him drowsy.

He rolled up to the bed and used his upperbody to pull himself up, dragging his legs unto the bed as well as he lay down. He was exhausted. Physical therapy was extremely tiring, especially today. It's been two months since he started rigorous physical therapy, and every session left his body bruised and battered, even though the accident already left him so broken. He was pretty sure he had bruises on his bruises. He massaged his arms, moaning softly at the feeling. He's been working his arms to the bone, since he had to make up for the strength he lost in his legs. But he had to keep working hard. At least there was one silver lining to this whole fucked up situation.

He was a partial paraplegic.

The only area that was affected by the accident were his legs. Everything else worked just fine (and yes, that included his penis. But who would want to fuck a sad kid in a wheelchair?). He could still pee and poop normally and he could sometimes feel his toes, but that was it. The doctor said that maybe into around six months to three years, he would be able to walk again. And that's all he wanted. To be able to walk. To be able to run. To be able to play football. All he needed to do was make sure that he went to physical therapy regularly, remember to drink his meds and hopefully, he'd be able to start feeling his legs again and start moving.

He sighed as he reached for the football next to him, throwing it up and down, hitting the ceiling with each throw. He couldn't deny it, his arms had gotten stronger since the accident. The doctors said it was some kind of strength that came from losing his legs and he was pretty sure he could bench press more than he did three months ago, since he was lifting his legs around everywhere all the time, and damn were they heavy...

"Finn! I'm trying to study for my finals, can you please keep it down and stop thumping your football against my floor?" Kurt said, placing his hands on his hips. Finn chuckled, running his hand through his hair.

"Sorry little bro. I was bored." Kurt smiled, shaking his head and moving to sit next to him on his bed.

"Yeah, I get it. How was physical therapy?" Kurt said, throwing one leg over the other. Finn smiled. Out of all the things that didn't change, he was glad that Kurt was still such a stable part of his life. Kurt had been coming home almost every other weekend just to see him and talk to him. Sometimes, Finn would open up to him and maybe once or twice he had cried on his brother's shoulder (okay, it was four times, but really, who was counting?) about the accident and everything that had happened.

"It was rough. Steve was pretty hard on me today." Steve was Finn's physical trainer. He was this ex-Marine and seriously, who puts a guy like that in physical training? Apparently Steve was shot in the back and lost movement in his legs, just like Finn, but he worked himself so hard and now the guy ran a 10 km marathon every three months. But Steve could be tough on some days. One day Finn was in so much pain that he just couldn't stop vomiting and Steve called him a pussy until he got up and started again. Finn almost clocked the guy in the jaw, he was lucky that Finn was in pain and that his arm was still broken.

"You didn't throw up again, did you?" Kurt said, looking concerned. Finn shook his head. "That's good."

They sat in a comfortable silence as Kurt just sat there, picking off lint off of his bright red pants.

"So Finn, I was wondering if you wanted some warm milk?" Finn smiled and nodded as Kurt got off the bed and retreated to the kitchen as Finn hoisted himself off the bed and put his legs in an indian position on the floor just as Kurt came in with a tray of warm milk and cookies for Finn. He sat down in front of Finn, placing the tray in front of him and smiling as he launched into a story about this guy in his office named Ken who played the harp with his toes.

Some things just never change.

In New York, at around the same time as Finn and Kurt were enjoying their stories and warm milk, Rachel Berry was in front of her mirror, practicing scales while waiting for her boyfriend to come pick her up for their weekly date. Rachel made it a point to spend at least one meal a week with Brody, mostly to catch up with him and do couple-y stuff, but sometimes, she had some days that she just really needed the presence of a person, since Kurt was mostly not around during weekends. He either went back to Lima on a train or his Dad would come pick him up when he had no classes on Fridays. Rachel had been seeing less and less of Kurt, and was wondering why he went back to Lima so often. Kurt had told her that he just wanted to spend some time with his family and just got extremely home sick, but Rachel had an inkling that something was behind that.

Rachel frowned as she looked at the clock. It was already 7:30 and Brody had promised to pick her up thirty minutes ago. She sighed, tired of practicing her scales and instead sat on her desk and opened her laptop. She typed in 'facebook' and logged into her facebook site, only to see in the top right corner that it was going to be her Daddy's birthday soon. She sighed as she clicked on the name "Finn Hudson" on her friends list and saw several posts on to his wall.

Quinn Fabray: Get better soon, Finn! We're all here for you! :)

Artie Abrams: I'll be around to help you out if you need it! BD

Mercedes Jones: Damn white boy, I leave for a month and this happens?

Marley Rose: We miss you at Glee rehearsals Finn! :)

Jake Puckerman: Get well soon dude.

Noah Puckerman: Damn Huddy, once you get better you fly out to L.A. and we'll get you some ladies.

Rachel furrowed her brow. There were several other posts on his wall about him getting better. Was he sick or something? And why didn't Kurt tell her? Her thought process was cut short by a knock on the door, as Rachel shut her laptop and walked to the mirror, fixing her hair and opening the door. She smiled as her Brody brandished flowers.

"Hey beautiful. Sorry I'm late, I got lost in the subway, I took the wrong train by accident." Brody said, leaning in for a kiss as Rachel gave him a short peck before grabbing her coat. She'd worry about Finn later, right now she had to attend to her boyfriend.

Then why was there a little voice in the back of her head asking her to call Kurt?

She sighed as Brody took her hand and began telling her about his latest class and how this guy named Jimmy totally blew his Spring Showcase audition and how he would now probably get in. Her mind was drifting far away, thinking of what could have happened to Finn.

"-Babe? Babe are you okay?" She snapped out of her trance and looked at Brody, who looked concerned. Rachel nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just... don't feel well. Is it okay if I take a rain check?" Brody looked disappointed, but nodded.

"Do you need me to like, get you soup or anything...?" Rachel shook her head as they began to walk back.

"I'm fine, I just need to get some sleep alright?" Brody nodded as he stopped in front of her apartment building.

"All right, do you mind if I call you later?" Rachel shook her head and smiled. Despite him not being Finn, Brody was pretty sweet. Gave her flowers all the time, called her everyday, walked her to class when she had to extend late at night, and even did amazing duets with her. She kissed him softly before squeezing his hand and walking up into their empty apartment. She reached for her phone and searched for Kurt's number, pressing the green button once she had found it.

"Hey Rachel! Aren't you supposed to be on your weekly date with Brody?" Kurt answered his phone, looking over at Finn when he mentioned Brody and Rachel's date. His shoulders sunk. Of course she would have another boyfriend. She was amazing, beautiful and had such a big heart and of course there would be someone interested in her.

"Yeah, I was but while I was waiting for Brody I was looking through Finn's facebook page... What happened to him and why was everyone telling him to get better?" Finn heard what Rachel had said and started to signal to Kurt to lie to her. Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. Why Finn was trying so hard to keep this from Rachel was really beyond him.

"Yeah, Finn had... food poisoning and he had to stop running Glee club for a while." Rachel let out a sigh of relief. She was glad that it wasn't anything worse.

"Alright. Is he doing better? Is he getting enough fluids? What did the doctor say?"

"And why do you ask?" Kurt asked, looking at Finn who sighed.

"Because he's Finn, Kurt. He's always going to be important to me, you know that." Finn shook his head. He was starting to get a little pissed, what gave her the right to do that to him, after she broke up with him.

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend to attend to?" Finn spit out, hoisting himself on the bed, knocking the empty glass over. He buried his head into his pillow as Kurt rubbed his back.

"No, no, that wasn't Finn. I was watching a Lifetime movie. Finn's outside... playing basketball." Rachel blew out a breath.

"Why didn't you guys tell me Finn was sick? I mean, I know just what makes him feel better. Some of my chicken soup and Braveheart." Finn couldn't help but let his lips quirk up slightly. Even after almost nine months apart, she still knew him.

"I dunno, we just forgot I guess." Kurt said, lying bluntly. They didn't forget, none of them did. All of them begged Finn to tell her what happened, but he just refused. Finn slumped down towards the bed. She didn't need to know. How was she going to accept him when he was just now a paraplegic with big dreams that are probably never going to be fulfilled?

She couldn't love him. He was a loser.

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