A/N: I know this isn't very long. I just wanted to get something posted, and this came into my head while driving today. So this is just a little bit of a filler.

It's been a pretty crappy week, with a really bad break up, BUT - the show must go, all over the place, or something, right?

Anyway, thanks for the support & reviews! Keep them coming in. And if you have any ideas or suggestions, please let me know!

I'm kind of struggling with the talk that Rachel and Finn have, so I'd love any thoughts from you guys!

It had been twenty minutes of sobbing, holding onto each other like the other would slip away, and some words that couldn't quite be made out. Now, Rachel was back asleep, and as Finn finally opened his eyes, he noticed that Santana was still in the same spot by the door. He wouldn't risk waking Rachel up, so he simply gestured for Santana to come closer. Once she was seated in the empty chair next to the hospital bed, he reached out and took hold of her hand.

"I knew in high school, that no matter where life took us, I would always be able to count on our friendship. I'll never forget the guilt I had for shoving you out of the closet, but I knew in that moment we'd be closer than ever. I should have called you that night; or at least let you know I was leaving. But, how'd you know San?"

"Mexican third eye, Frankenteen. Or did you forget?" Santana chuckled, because let's face it; she couldn't handle the seriousness of this conversation. She'd never let him know that when Rach had calmed down the night of his overdose, and finally fell asleep, that Santana hacked into his online bank account and watch his transactions like a hawk. She'd never tell him that when he bought the ticket to Florida, that she'd done her research and found a rehab center, then proceeded to call and pretend to be his mother. She was Santana Lopez; the world didn't need to know how her good side could shine when needed.

Before Finn could ask further, Rachel started talking in her sleep. It was almost like she was having a fight, or a nightmare. He looked so concerned, and turned to Santana with questions in his eyes. Of course, he should have known the answer.

"She started doing that a few nights after your overdose. She was barely sleeping at that point, so I didn't wake her when she started mumbling in her sleep. It's funny though, because I remember in high school, how we all said she lived and breathed Broadway. I'm not joking when I say this; the girl literally sings full songs in her sleep now."

That made Finn smile. Of course, Rachel freaking Berry sung in her sleep. It was her way out, her way to deal and cope with things.

"Well, I guess that part isn't completely true. There's only one song that I've heard her sing over and over again. But it doesn't really matter if she's asleep or awake anymore. I've heard that girl sing it at least five times a day since the whole break up thing happened."

Finn couldn't help the tears in his eyes, or the pull to his heart. Part of him didn't want to know what song that was, because it'd probably crush him into bits. But with the strength he had left, he opened his mouth to ask what song it was.

Before he could even start his question, he got his answer. Next to him, the tiny brunette cuddled closer into his side and fluttered her eyes open. He wasn't sure how long she had actually been awake, but she gave him the saddest smile he'd ever seen on her. He squeezed her into him lightly, a half smile on his face that didn't touch his eyes.

"Sing it for him Berry." Santana interrupted their moment.

"San, although I'd love to sing right now, I think Finn and I have a lot that needs to be said."

"Okay. I get that Rachel. But I think you should sing for him first. Mostly because it'll make me happy that I'm not the only one that gets to hear it this time, but also because if you don't, I'll show him the recording from when you were in the bathroom that one day. Don't tempt me Hobbit."

Rachel could tell by the tone of Santana's voice that she wasn't kidding, so instead of trying to argue more she looked up at Finn. His eyes were full of emotion, but his crooked smile is what made her want to sing. She wanted to see a full on Finn Hudson grin again, if only for one last time before the shit storm she knew was coming hit.

"Fine. But then you have to step out and let us talk, okay?"

Santana nodded her head and got up, and walked over to the door. She stopped and turned back to Rachel, giving her a warning look.

"I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move uneasy
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this songs my sorry…"

For some reason, that was more than Finn's heart could take. Before he knew it, he was off the bed and sprinting for the door, tears spilling down his face. He gasped for air when he got to the hallway, and let out a sob as he slammed his fist into the wall. It was more than he'd ever be able to take, seeing the look of desperation and pain in Rachel's eyes, hearing her sing about causing him pain, when in reality, it was the other way around. He cried his heart out, sobbing so loud that people were looking at him like he was insane. But none of that mattered. He felt himself slipping away with every tear that came; the walls he had worked so hard to build up in his mind during his time in Florida, were crumbling to the ground.

The next thing he knew, he had a pair of strong arms around him, holding on for dear life.