Note: I haven't been writing lately. My grandma passed away and it's been the hardest thing that I've ever had to handle. I'll write more often, college has been busy though so we'll see how often.

It's a funny thing when you see a bright light. You've spent all of your life jumping through hoops and just trying to be the best at everything that people forced onto you. Whether that be academics or cheerleading. You would've strived to be the best in Glee but Rachel had stolen the show in all things vocal, and even if she hadn't, Mercedes had a pair of lungs on her that could blow you out of the water. Hell, off of this earth. This earth. Is that where you still were? Weird. But back to the light. It was warm, really warm. You felt the most ease that you ever had before. It was welcoming and you thought you saw someone reaching out to you but you couldn't have been sure. So where was that light now? It wasn't here anymore.

"One, two, three!" The paramedic counted as he and his partner transferred Quinn to the hospital trauma bed.

The nurses immediately started to do CPR on Quinn and it was clear from the look of shock on the senior medic that he was surprised she had come back at all. Before he could dwell on this, though, he looked over to see the charge nurse staring at him from behind her podium, waiting for notes.

"Right, um, one Caucasian female approximately 18. Upon arrival, she was trapped in her car, after being hit by a truck that struck her side, the left drivers' side. She was removed from the car via first responders. When she was in the back we controlled major bleeding and started giving fluids. Her B/P was 62/39 and decreasing. We treated for shock right away. Once we started on our way here she coded. We got her back with stacked shocks but lost her again before we could get here-"

"I've got a pulse!" The nurse screamed at them, right as the doctor came in.

"What do we have?" He asked, heading over to the nurse, listening to her read off the report. The paramedic knew that he had to leave soon but he couldn't help hanging back. This girl looked familiar, he just couldn't put it together.

"Go call surgery, tell them to get prepped. Move her now, we need to check for internal bleeding." He said pulling up her shirt and seeing the discoloration that wasn't there moments before. "Let's go people!" He yelled. "She's got internal abdominal bleeding and god knows how many other problems inside of her." The doctor rushed off, presumably towards surgery. The nurses quickly began moving the bed off to the direction of the surgery room.

The medic turned around because he could've swore that he saw a flash of blonde hair to his right, but when he looked for the person they weren't there.

"Hey Doug, you alright?" Caren, his partner of over 20 years asked gently.

"Yeah, I just…that girl looked familiar," He said, half shrugging, attempting to get the cold feeling out of his body as he began walking.

"I know, look let's go get some burgers and have a chat. Maybe I'll even show you the pictures of my grandbabies." She nudged him gently.

He couldn't help but smile, she had the most beautiful children and no doubt her grandbabies were even cuter. He knew that she and her wife were excellent grandmothers, he hoped things would progress more with his dating life soon. He'd been on the best first date of his life with a woman named Judy. Maybe he should call her and check on her today, he wouldn't mind seeing her beautiful face after the day he's had.

Judy was terrified for her daughter, to say the least. She had seen the look in her Quinnie's eyes before she had rushed off to Rachel Berry's wedding. Judy knew all about Rachel Berry, and from what she had heard, she knew that this girl was very kind. Quinn had always spoken of her, and at first, it had been negative and crude things but Judy thinks that this was, in part, due to the fact that Russel had been around in those days. But once Russel had left, Quinn had a much more positive outlook towards the girl. Judy knew that look, it was love. And she knew that it was killing Quinn to go and see the person she was in love with getting married. Sure, Judy had been raised heavily under the words from the church but she knew that love was blind to things like gender, and many other things.

So now Judy was sitting at the kitchen island and staring at her phone in hand. It had just started to ring and with a glance at the ID, she knew that Douglas was calling her. She couldn't hide the smile that escaped when his name appeared. She had thought he was quite the gentlemen and would be lying if she said she hadn't been awaiting a call from him.

Clearing her throat, Judy answered. "Hello?" She said delicately.

"Hi. Um, I mean..hi there?" Douglas was struggling and Judy could hear a sigh against the receiver. She giggled, waiting for him to continue. "Hey there, Judy."

Chuckling, Judy replied. "Doug, it's nice to hear from you."

Letting out an audible breath and relaxing Doug began to explain his reason for calling. "I had a great time the other night. I was afraid to call too soon but I can't seem to stop thinking about you. And if you're free later tonight I'd love to take you out. Unless you're busy, then maybe another time?"

Judy chewed her lip and hummed before answering. "I don't have anything planned, I'd be more than happy to go out with you again." Judy smiled warmly into the receiver. "Where would you like me to meet you?"

"Oh, I was thinking that I could pick you up this time?" Doug didn't want to trouble her with driving, he really didn't want anyone he knew to drive after the call that he'd just had.

"Well…" Judy had to think about this for a moment. She wasn't sure if Quinn would be okay with meeting him. "I suppose you could. I don't want to put you out, though."

"Of course not. I mean that you're not putting me out, that is!" He quickly corrected and then sighed once more. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at these sorts of things. I also seem to be very nervous around you." He muttered.

Judy was grinning like a fool. "I'll see you around 8 tonight, Doug?"

Doug smiled loudly, "Yeah 8 is perfect. Thank you, Judy. Have a great rest of your day."

"You too. Goodbye." Smiling at his return of words she ended the call. Today was going better than she expected, she just hopes that Quinn is also having some luck.

"Has anyone managed to get ahold of family members?" The surgeon asks softly, glancing up momentarily from where he was working. This patient had severe abdominal injuries and head trauma as well. He had already drilled in hopes of relieving pressure from her skull that was currently on her brain. He couldn't help but flinch at how he reacted when the attending tried to tell him the girl's name. He had raised three daughters and although they were all grown up and moved away with life, he couldn't bear to imagine having to deal with this.

"There were no known contacts listed, but there have been police dispatched to her residence in hopes of getting ahold of someone there." The nurse responded.

"Good, thank you. As soon as any family arrives contact me immediately. I need to discuss what the parents would like to have done." He sighed, her heart rate was picking up, if they didn't get ahold of someone soon then he'd have to make the decision, and he knew that deep down it wasn't really his to make.

As Judy set her phone down on the counter and opened the fridge to see what she would be making for dinner, the doorbell rang. Puzzled, she shut the fridge and made her way towards the large wooden doors. A sinking feeling landed in her stomach, she wasn't expecting company today at least not until 8 tonight. Suddenly the cathedral ceilings in her home that lured her to buy it so long ago and the spacious walkway between rooms just felt suffocating. She felt cold and shaky and for some reason, she knew that if she answered that door that her life would be changed forever.

She reached out a hand slowly and with a slight turn, she hoisted the door open. Her eyes raked across the two men in police uniforms and she barely managed to breathe out a shattered 'what'.

"Ma'am, are you Judy Fabray?" The taller of the two men asked. He was a fit young man and with the shimmer in his eyes, she was guessing that whatever news he was going to give her wasn't something pleasant.

"I am, yes." She supplied.

Clearing his throat he reached out and gently placed his hand on her arm. "Your daughter, Lucy, was in a severe accident today and I need you to come with us to the hospital, please." His voice was hoarse, and she couldn't get the strange feeling out of her mind that they weren't entirely alone.

"Is she dead? My daughter." Judy curled her fingers into her palms and the dampness that answered was enough of a sign to tell her that she'd broken the skin. But she couldn't feel it. Her world was numb.

"No ma'am. But the doctors want you to be there as soon as possible." He gestured towards the police car that was parked on the street. "Can I drive you?"

She almost laughed at his question. She didn't have a choice. Instead of responding Judy took delicate steps towards the police car and was surprised when she was seated in front. The younger officer crawled into the back and sirens filled her ears. It was one of the fastest car rides of her life but she didn't remember a moment of it. She couldn't get the feeling of the hand that had been grasping onto hers for dear life while they were walking to the police car, but when she had looked for the owner of the hand, no one had been there.