Chapter Three: This Is True

Author's Note: I just want everyone to know that even though our hero Cory is dead, this story will not feature the death of Finn Hudson. I love the character of Finn too much to kill him off. Thought I'd go ahead and post this now since the news of how he died was released. Still doesn't change anything about how I feel about him. That being said, I don't own Glee or any of its characters. The chapter title comes from "True" by Ryan Cabrera.

The next morning, Rachel was waiting for Dr. Sylvester to arrive at the hospital to give her the assignments for the day. Even though a lot of people complained about Dr. Sylvester being too tough on the interns, Rachel actually liked that. She knew that not everyone would be sunshine and daisies, and Rachel appreciated that about her. She had chosen a competitive field to work in, and if her attending doctor was able to push her to make her better, she would take the lessons she was learning and apply them to when she had patients of her own.

Falling in love with a fellow intern was not part of Rachel's plans. Damn Finn Hudson for making her feel this way. When Rachel had made her whole spiel about finding a great girl and being swept off her feet…she wanted that with Finn. Badly.

"He probably doesn't even feel the same way about me."Rachel said, tapping her pen on the desk at the nurse's station.

"Who doesn't feel the same way about you?" Kurt asked, coming up behind Rachel. He put a few patient charts down on the desk and looked at Rachel.

"It's no one, Kurt," Rachel said, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. "What are you even doing here? Sylvester doesn't even need us in until later."

"I suppose I could ask you the same question." He gave Rachel a look and smiled at her. "You know, you and I are almost the exact same. We both came in earlier than we needed to because we want to get ahead of everyone else and prove to Sylvester that we are cut out for the surgical world."

Rachel bit her lip and gave Kurt a small smile. "Yeah, you're right. I've wanted to be a surgeon since I was three years old and my daddies brought me into the hospital for Bring Your Child To Work Day. What about you; how long have you wanted this?"

"I guess it started around the time my mom died, so I had to be eight or nine. She had cancer. So I told my dad after her funeral that I was going to be a doctor and save lives. But once I got in college, I decided I wanted to be more of a surgeon than an actual doctor in an office."

"Kurt, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know."

"It's okay. But I must like you, because I hardly tell anyone about my mother. Even to my dad." He took a deep breath and looked up to see Sylvester was coming down the hallway.

"Hummel, Berry, you're here early. Come with me, I have something that needs to get done, and it will probably take the three of us to do it. But," she said, dropping her voice to a whisper. "You can't tell any of the other interns about this."

"Is this thing we're doing legal?" Rachel said, biting the cap of her pen.

"Of course it is, Berry. Now are you both in or out?"

"Why not?" Rachel said, coming around the nurses' station desk. "Kurt, are you coming with us?"

"Sure. It'll give me something to do around here."

The three of them started walking down the corridor and turned at the end of hallway.

"Dr. Sylvester, can we know about what this is?" Rachel asked timidly. Normally, she wouldn't back away from something like this, but she didn't exactly know what was going on, and Rachel always needed some form of control in a situation.

"I have a patient that wants to die, but because of the law here in New York, I can't do that for the patient. So, what I need from the two of you is to…"

"You want us to kill the patient? Dr. Sylvester, with all due respect, I'm sorry, but we cannot do that. Even Rachel asked if this was legal and you said it was but this sounds totally illegal—"

"Calm yourself, Hummel. I was going to say that I wanted you both to call hospitals in Washington, Oregon, and Montana to see if we could send the patient out there. Because that's where it's legal. So I'm taking you to my office so you can make the calls in peace."

"But, Dr. Sylvester—"

"Berry, don't even start now. This patient has completely lost the will to live." Sylvester took a ragged breath. "This was my very patient I ever had. And I know you aren't supposed to get this connected to patients, but this patient has been with me for years. And this is something that you'll be faced with further along in your careers, so get used to it." Dr. Sylvester opened the door to her office where a dummy sat in one of the chairs.

"What is this?" Rachel asked, stepping further into the office.

"This was a test. To see how you would react to a patient's wish to die. Just because New York doesn't have physician assisted suicide doesn't mean that the hospital you work at during your residency or when you're an attending will have the same laws. So, my advice to the two of you will be to choose whether or not you will allow your future patients to do this or not."

"No fair, you got the biggest room out of all us." Finn said when he came into Rachel's room after work.

"Well, it's my grandmother's house, so I feel like I get the first pick on the rooms. And actually, this isn't the biggest room. This is the room that I would always stay in when I stayed here with my grandparents. That's why the walls are pink and have gold stars all over the walls. It's a long story about the gold stars. And for the biggest room, that honor goes to Kurt. He took over my grandparents' room. Unless you consider Noah up in the attic as having the biggest room." She smiled her signature smile at Finn. "So, welcome to my room. Is there anything I could help you with?"

"I need to talk to you about something really important."

"Oh god, did Dr. Sylvester do the little test with you, too? I swear, I'm usually way more on top of things than I was today, I really don't know where my head was…"

"Wait, what test? She gave you a test that she didn't give to the rest of us?"

"What? Oh…never mind. Forget I said anything. What's up? It's not movie night, is it?"

"No, it's not. There's just something I need to tell you about. Yesterday when we were talking in the locker rooms, you mentioned that someday I would find the girl of my dreams."

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Rachel thought. He's seriously about to say that he found the girl already and I'm basically screwed. So much for being in love with Finn Hudson, because he clearly doesn't think about me in that way.

"Oh, yeah. I remember." Rachel said, starting to bite her thumb nail, something Rachel never did.

"Well, Rach, I think I found her."

"Wow, that's great, Finn. Congratulations. I hope the two of you are extremely happy."

"Did I say something wrong? I just wanted to tell you about something I figured out today." Finn rubbed the back of his neck, hoping that he'd be able to spit out what he wanted to say. "Rach, the dream girl I want is you. I can't believe that I fell in love with you, with my best friend, but I did. I love you, Rachel Berry, and I want to be with you." Finn finished his mini speech and looked expectantly at her. She just stared blankly back at him.

"You…love me? We've only known each other for, like, two weeks. Are you sure you're even in love with me?"

"This is the part where you're supposed to swoon and say you love me too. You aren't supposed to question this."

"Finn…I…"

"Save it, Rach. I don't need to waste my time." He stomped towards the door and slammed it shut, making one of Rachel's pictures on her wall quiver from the force of the door slam.

Rachel stared at her door, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Finn stood in front of her and told her the words she'd been waiting to hear from him for days and she basically threw it away.

There has to be some reason you hesitated. Besides, the two of you have only known each other for two weeks. He probably doesn't love you, he loves everything you're doing for him.

So if that's what Rachel's conscience was telling her, why did she not believe it herself?

A little ways across town, Finn was back at Rolling Greens, knocking back drinks with Puck.

"She turned you down once, bro. Don't even try to ask her again. You need to find a hook up with some hot chick. A one night stand, if you please." Puck started looking around the bar, probably trying to find someone decent for Finn. "Try her over there. She's been looking over here all night, and she probably wants a piece of the Hudmeister. So go over there and get over that girl."

Oh Puck, if only it were that easy. Finn thought. He quickly knocked back another drink, wiped his mouth and walked over to the blonde.

"Hi there." Her eyes ran up and down Finn's body, obviously giving him the once over. "I'm Megan."

"Finn." He took a sip of beer, trying to calm his nerves. He didn't want to be here, flirting with Megan. He wanted to be back at the house, curled up on the couch with Rachel, watching some movie (he'd prefer a horror movie, that way she'd be burying her head against his chest and he'd be able to comfort her).

"So, what do you do, Finn?"

"I'm an intern over at McKinley. What about you?"

"I'm a tattoo artist. At the parlor over on 42nd. But a doctor? That's pretty cool. Do you hook up with everyone else, like they do on Grey's Anatomy?"

Finn chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. Everyone assumed that because he was a doctor, his behavior mirrored what happened on all of the TV shows.

"Well, it depends on if you like the show or not."

"It's my favorite TV show. And I love seeing all the hookups that happened."

Finn smiled. "Then it's definitely like the TV show."

Megan smiled and took a sip of her drink. "Are you hooking up with anyone right now?"

"Nope." Finn said, adding extra emphasis on the "p" sound. "But I'm looking for one."

Megan raised an eyebrow and smiled at Finn. "Well, what a coincidence because so am I."

"Quinn, I am so stupid. Finn was basically in my room an hour and a half ago and told me that he loved me. I told him that I wasn't ready…essentially. And now I don't have any clue where he is and I just want to find him so I can tell him that I love him too and it's time for us to be together."

"Maybe you'll just have to give him some time. Guys don't like to be rejected, so they either keep trying, like Puck does, or they need space, which, from what I can tell, is what Finn will most likely do."

"Noah is still harassing you?"

"Every single fucking day. I'm just not ready to give into his advances. I like waking up to breakfast in bed. Especially when it's omelet days on the weekends."

"So that's where all the eggs have ended up." Rachel said absentmindedly, her eyes trailing to the door as it sounded like keys were fumbling to get in the lock. "Are we about to get robbed?"

"No, my guess is that Puck and Finn got way to drunk at the bar and are trying to get through the door right now. One of them probably has the key upside down. Probably Puck, he's the more dumbass of the two."

Rachel nodded and kept staring at the door. Her heart sped up when she noticed Finn came in the door and her heart quickly sank when she noticed a blonde follow Finn inside.

"So this is Megan. I'd appreciate it if no one bother us tonight." He smiled, took Megan's hand, and they sprinted up the stairs together.

Quinn hastily stood up from her spot on the couch. "Well, I think it's time for me to hit the sack for the night. There's early morning rounds and—"

"Oh no, you don't get to go to bed right now. Finn's room is next door to mine. I'm not going up there so I can hear…that all fucking night long."

This had to be the absolute worst night in Rachel Barbra Berry's entire life. All night, all she heard from Finn's room was "Harder" and "Faster" and "OH MY GOD, FINN!"

"I'm going insane." Rachel whispered to herself, reaching over to her bedside table to pull out headphones so she didn't have to hear anything else that was happening in the room next door.

Little did she know, the headphones would do her little good.

"I can't take this anymore." Rachel said, going over to the wall that the sounds were coming from, hit her fist against the wall four times, and shouted "Some of us have early rounds in the morning!" She stepped back, satisfied that there was finally silence from the room next door, she walked back to her bed and climbed in. A few seconds later, her door was opening and Finn peeked his head in.

"What's your deal, Rachel?" He shut the door again as Rachel rolled over in her bed and groaned into her pillow. She was in for a long night.