Okay guys, I am so sorry this took so long but I have a lot of University work going on at the moment. Aside from this I just want to take a minute to *Fangirlsquee* I'm sure by now you have all seen the spoilers of Finn and Rachel and inside my heart is dancing.

That is all! Enjoy the chapter guys!

It was the day I had dreaded for since Rachel told me the truth. Her and my mom had been planning the funeral since we told them and everything was perfect.

It had been a pretty easy process as Rachel's Dads had pretty much chosen everything already in case of this happening. It was just a bit too much to think about at times.

Rachel and I were just dressed and I felt awesome being suited and booted but I just wished it had been for a different occasion. Rachel looked really pretty in a little black dress with tights and boots on. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. "It'll be okay," I whispered in her ear as I kissed her head gently and held her tightly.

Glee club was performing at the service and I was worried whether Rach would be okay but she said she would be fine and that she needed to do it.

We went downstairs and met my parents and Kurt and Blaine and drove to where the service was taking place. It was quite a small chapel just outside of Lima and it looked so beautiful. There were flowers everywhere and I could see Rachel and I getting married here in a few years time. That would be a conversation for a different day however.

There were lots of people there and as the coffins got carried down I grabbed Rachel's hand and squeezed before we started singing.

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

"You just better start sniffin' your own
rank subjugation jack 'cause it's just you
against your tattered libido, the bank and
the mortician, forever man and it wouldn't
be luck if you could get out of life alive"
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

I had never been prouder of Rachel. She definitely held her own and didn't cry. She was a true performer and on one of the most special performances of her life she was not going to let anyone down. I sat next to Rachel the whole way through the ceremony and held her hand as she watched her fathers be put to rest. I really felt for her and there was no way I was going to let her go through something like this by herself.

Mystery Point of View

I couldn't believe that bitch! What a cheek she had! I couldn't believe her. I was driving along the road, probably faster than I should be at that precise moment but I didn't care. I was furious.

I rounded the corner and slammed on the breaks. Everything was a blur. The road was wet and my windscreenwipers weren't working properly. And then there was a bang. It didn't sound too bad but the mood that I was in, I was going to get my way.

Still furious, I got out of the car and stormed up to the other car. I looked in the window banging on it as hard as I could. When I looked in I noticed blood. And lots of it. And that's when I saw Rachel's Dads.

Shit!

At this moment the rain started even heavier and that's when I saw the fuel dripping from the car. At this point I ran away and got back into my car and did the only thing that I could think of doing.

I drove away from the scene and maybe five miles down the road was when I heard an explosion. I knew they would be fine. They had to be fine.

The same images and thoughts had been running through my head for the past two weeks. I was plagued with guilt but there was nothing I could have done. Was there? I ran! Some would say that this made me a coward but I did what was best for me.

Although, this was before I realised that they had died. I thought they had only been hurt. Now, after reading it in the newspaper and thinking about the fact that I had orphaned Rachel made me die inside.

She did this to me though. She deserved it. Well, not really but still. I was confused and worried and it was wet. But…

I was a bad person. A bad, bad person. What was I going to do?

So,whodoyouthinkthemysterypointofviewis?