AN- Okay, so, before you go on, you have to promise not to hate me. Just saying.
Disclaimer- Don't own GLEE. Sigh.
I blinked a few times before looking around the hospital room that I was currently in. My family and Quinn were all sitting with me with tears in their eyes. My mom immediately jumped up from her seat and soothed me by running her fingers through my hair.
"Hi sweetie."
"What happened?" I said still a bit confused about how I was injured. All I knew was that my head hurt, my arm was in a cast, and basically every part of my body ached.
"You got into a little accident." I suddenly remembered everything, from the party, to the conversation about Taco Bell, to the crash.
"Am I okay?" I asked. I was honestly a bit worried. Everyone looked so upset. I knew I had to be hurt really bad to make them all cry.
"You're going to be just fine, kiddo, just a concussion, broken arm, and you're a little bruised up. But you could have been hurt a lot worse," Burt informed me. I couldn't help but notice that a look of grief spread over everyone's face as he said that last part. Then, for the first time, I wasn't worried about myself. My only thought was my best friend.
"Oh my God, is Sam okay?" I watched Quinn and Kurt both choke back sobs. Both my mom and Burt had matching looks of sympathy. They didn't have to say anything more. I knew.
"Finn, honey, Sam didn't make it." Mom rubbed my shoulder in a comforting matter. I was a bit high on pain killers for the rest of the night. I don't remember much, but I do remember, after being brought back home, waking up at three in the morning and sobbing into my pillow for three straight hours. I killed my best friend.
Sam's funeral was seriously a thousand times worse than I anticipated. I hadn't been back to school yet so everyone was staring at me. They knew what happened. I'm sure there were a bunch of rumors floating around by this point. Rachel ran up to me as soon as she arrived. She tried to be sweet and comforting but I really didn't want to talk to anyone.
While she talked, I watched Sam's parents on the other side of the room. I wanted to say something to them but that wasn't going to happen. I killed their oldest son. I could never face them again. They were sweet people who were always super nice to me when I was over. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice Rachel walk away.
"What are you thinking about?" a voice from behind me asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around to find Quinn, a sniffling mess. I pulled her into my arms and held her for a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
I didn't have the nerve to say anything during the service. I was pretty sure if I went up there, I'd just end up sobbing uncontrollably in front of everyone. I was also trying to avoid being seen by any relative of his that might know me. Instead I sat quietly in the back between Quinn and Kurt, holding both their hands, and biting my lip in an attempt to stop myself from crying out.
Our school's glee club, Kurt included, performed some song that I didn't know. It was probably some show tune, which was probably the last thing Sam wanted to be sung at his funeral but it still sounded good. Sam was in the glee club. He didn't even care that it made him less popular and in the end, it didn't affect his popularity at all. Instead, he made the glee club more popular.
His girlfriend, Mercedes, stepped up and sang some depressing song about always loving someone that had everyone in tears. I know that if Sam had been there, he would have loved it. He really loved her. I was skeptical about the relationship because she wasn't popular and would definitely lower his status but once again, instead of dragging him down, their relationship made Mercedes more popular.
When the song was over, the singers returned to their seats. As Kurt sat back down next to me, I pulled him a little closer. Then I tightened my grip on Quinn as she squeezed my shoulder. I was glad that I had my brother and girlfriend with me for support. I needed them.
AN- I kind of hate myself for doing this. :( Seriously, who kills off their favorite chracter? Apparently I do, but that's kind of the plot of this story so whatever. Review!
