Finn thought about Rachel, in the ride over to the station. He thought of how kind she was. Y'know, when it didn't threaten her dream. He thought of how she'd always forgiven people, no matter what they'd done to her. How she'd become a vegan at sixteen, at first, just for health reasons, before becoming more interest in the animal rights side in her early twenties.

She'd given blood since she was eighteen, and he remembered how she'd been so proud of being type O negative, having a rarer blood type. It was just another way in which she was special, she figured. Of course she was going to have a rare blood type. She was Rachel Berry!

She'd put herself on the bone marrow register at the same time. He didn't think she'd expected anyone to be a match, to require her bone marrow, but when it turned out that someone did, he'd gone with her, to hold her hand. The needle was huge, he remembered, and she'd hated looking at it.

They'd visited the kid in hospital afterwards. It was a huge coincidence that he'd been in the same area, the doctors had told them. A non-genetic match was rare, and the kid being someone they knew, Wes Brody, was even more unlikely. They'd never really heard of him before, but Brittany told them that he was in the same grade as her little sister. He'd been sweet, Finn remembered. Weak, of course, but happy. When he'd recovered, Finn had sometimes played softball with him and Lindsay, Brittany's sister. It was that that had given him the idea, to work with teenagers, to talk with them about healthy ways to manage conflicts, to offer them support with their dreams, like a guidance counsellor, but bigger, and better, making high school better for all the kids in the country.

He'd forgotten that dream through college, and for a few years afterwards, when he'd tried playing football professionally. Then it had come back to him, when Lindsay and Wes were fifteen or sixteen. He'd started working on making that vision tangible then, when he was twenty-three, and, over time, it had become what he wanted to do, more than athletics. He was taking on staff and expanding, running workshops, working with youth centres and local governments, to build more options, more things for kids to do, other than get into trouble. The kids had loved it when Rachel had come in to various Glee clubs, especially over the last few years, as she'd been cast in better and better roles. Things had been going so well.

Finn stared through the window into the night, his mind working furiously.