A/N: This time, the song used is Let Her Go by the amazing Passenger. I love his album!

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LET HER GO

But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

- Santana! What happened? As panicked as he was, Finn didn't even let Santana some time to breath: he wanted to know how Rachel was doing, and he was planning on getting his answers right now. Nothing's wrong right? She's good, how-

- Finn! For God's sake, please calm down and let me talk. She decided to stop him seeing as he was about to literally lose his head. This wasn't easy for her, but she also had to remember that Finn remained Rachel's husband, even if they were not together anymore. I don't know much, yet. I'm not with her at the moment, okay? If she knew that I was talking to you right now, she would kill me for sure. Luckily for me, though, she's in no state for such a thing. Santana tried to joke a little to lighten the heavy mood, but also to keep her emotion at bay. She had never felt so weak in her life and, truthfully, it wasn't something that she enjoyed.

- Santana, tell me what happened please… I'm currently on the Internet to see when the next plane to New York is.

- I was with her this morning when she called you, then I left to go to work, but I told her to call me if anything was wrong since she was kind of tired and her forehead was burning. When I called her during the afternoon, she didn't answer and I knew that it wasn't normal 'cause, you know, she was still able to answer a phone at least, so I panicked, left work, and drove to her apartment. I received no answer and I couldn't hear anything. I called the firemen 'cause I didn't have the keys and, when they arrived, we found her barely breathing, passed out on the floor. I-I…Finn, I'm sorry I wasn't there, cried Santana who couldn't get the images of her best friends passed out on the floor out of her head. She was so shocked that she could barely speak anymore. I should have stayed with her, but-

- Santana, it's okay. It's not your fault. You can't babysit her all the time…Shh don't cry. Tell me what the doctors said, please, insisted Finn, although trying to be nice at the same. Having to keep his cool was the hardest thing that he had ever done; he wanted to break everything around him just so that he would narrow the distance between him and Rachel.

- They didn't say anything; it's been two hours and I'm still waiting for her to get out. They said that she must have caught a virus or something like that, but nothing too serious. I have to wait for them to give me news now, wept Santana.

- Okay, well, as soon as you know something you have to call me to keep me informed of her situation, okay? I'm taking the first plane back to Lima. Promise me that you will do it! begged Finn.

- I promise, don't worry. Come back soon, please, she needs you here even though she's too proud to admit it.

- I know. I need her too. Thank you, Santana. Thank you for everything. You are a great friend.

They hung up at the same time and both pondered what had just been said. Santana felt a little awful lying to Finn, but she knew that it was for the best. The doctors were already quite sure of what she had, and that was what was scaring her the most. After having received the exam results and having analyzed the symptoms, they had come to the conclusion that Rachel had something way more serious than what they had first thought. Santana was cursing herself for not having noticed it before. However, as Jesse -who was one of Rachel's doctors- had said, it was not something that you could easily see, and himself was sad that he hadn't recognize the signs sooner. You actually had to perform medical examinations to see what the patient had; otherwise, he had to live with it his entire life. They had to remind themselves that they had been lucky enough to have found her before it was too late; the damages weren't irrevocable yet.

She hadn't told Finn the truth, because she had known that he would have gone crazy and, since he couldn't do anything while in Lima, the best was for him to only be notified of what was happening once he was back home. For now, though, Santana could only pray that the doctors were taking good care of her best friend and that she was going to be okay.


Almost on the other side of the country, Finn's heart was beating really fast as he was scrolling Internet to find the first ticket to NYC. Never in his life had he hated being from a small town as Lima as much as today. Unfortunately, the next plane was tomorrow morning and there was nothing that he could do about it; he simply had to wait. A part of him didn't know if he was going to survive; he needed to be by her side. How foolish of him to leave her when she had passed out on their floor only days before! Why the hell didn't he take it seriously, he had no idea. Rachel had always been the strong woman that could handle everything. He was so used to it that he couldn't imagine Rachel being sick, or asking for help simply because she was tired.

Calm down, breathe, and start to think.

As he couldn't go to New York yet, and seeing as freaking out wasn't going to change anything, he decided to go see his friends first in order to say goodbye. He would then go to sleep and leave for New York first thing in the morning.

Finn had never been a religious man, but, in the middle of all this, he found himself silently praying for Rachel to be okay. She only had a big flu and, in about a week or two, she would start working again. Yes: that was what she was going to do, he was sure of it. Plus, no matter what, he was going to be by her side. He couldn't leave her again, let alone lose her. She meant too much to him and not being with her right now was killing him.

He stood up, shook his head and left his house to go to his parent's. Once he arrived there, he didn't bother to knock as it was already 5pm and as he knew that his parents were home.

- Mom? Burt? he yelled to see who was home.

- In the kitchen, honey! answered his mom. When he entered the room, worry immediately appeared on her face at the sight of her son. He had never been that pale, and she wondered what could have been the cause of his impromptu visit. We weren't expecting you. Why are you here, sweetie?

- I just wanted to kiss you goodbye. I have to leave tomorrow, mom. Rachel is in the hospital; I need to be with her. He wasn't one to lie to his mom and, although he had decided that it was better for his friends not to know the real reason behind his early departure, he thought that he at least owed his mom the truth.

- Oh, Finn. Nothing's wrong with her, right? asked Carole, a concerned look on her face. She had always loved Rachel and a part of her still believed in her and Finn's romance.

His mom stopped what she was doing and went to hug her son, slowly caressing his back just like she had done so many times when he had been younger.

- We don't know yet, I'll tell you when I'll be home. Burt isn't home?

- No, he's working late. I'll tell him goodbye for you, though. Go rest, baby. And please stay safe. I'm sure everything will be fine, don't worry. I love you.

- Thanks, Mom. Love you too.

He left, his heart tight and his eyes puffy. He hated having to say goodbye to his mom, but he had to. Sometimes, he wished that he were still her little boy who didn't care about the rest of the world. Withal, it was now time for him to see his friends for the last time. He hoped that they wouldn't be too mad at him for not staying as long as he had promised to, but he couldn't just wait here, doing nothing while the woman he loved was suffering in a fucking hospital with only her best friend by her side. He was so thankful for Santana at the moment. She was such a good friend to her and who knows what would have happened if she hadn't called Rachel to check on her.

No, he couldn't think that way. Rachel was going to be fine, she just had to. After all, he had left her no more than a week ago, her health couldn't have declined that fast. There had to be a good reason, something simple that would explain why none of them had realized that something wrong was happening. He was going to get on a plane tomorrow, meet her at the hospital where the doctors would confirm that Rachel had needed an emergency surgery due to an appendicitis or to something no worse than a flu. They would then go home and, this time, he would stay by her side and never leave her again. Ever.

Driving around Lima, Finn let his mind wander to many places filled with memories. The park, where he and Rachel would always go to make-out without being interrupted; the municipal pool where they had spent uncountable evenings and nights lying on the grass; Mrs. Donright's street where they would always make sure to shout or to talk loudly just to annoy the crap out of this old bitter lady; and, finally, the train station where he had once let her go. Thinking back to that specific day, he couldn't help but feel guilty again, even if many years had gone by and if he and Rachel had talked it through on more than one occasion. Every time that he passed by that place, he could still feel the sensation of her hand in his, asking him to stay with her, to let her love him. Yet, time hadn't changed one thing: he was still as certain as he had been years ago that he had made the right choice. Rachel was born to be a star, and asking her to put that on hold because he wasn't good enough to be in the same city as her wouldn't have been fair to her, but also to him. He knew that he would have spent the next thirty years of his life blaming himself for it –although it didn't mean that he hadn't cursed himself every day for the choice that he had made, and that even though he had let her go.

At the beginning of their rekindle relationship, he and Rachel had had to learn to trust each other again. He had come back into her life thinking that she would welcome him with open arms as if they had never left each other's side. Unfortunately, everything didn't gone according to his plan. Obviously, he had known that they would have to talk about why he had decided to force her to leave for New York without him, but he had never thought that it could have affected her that much. She eventually let him in, but it took weeks before they started dating again. He had broken her trust and, although he kept repeating how much he loved her, her rational mind was scared to get hurt again. On the day that she finally surrendered to him, it felt as if his life finally made sense. The stars that had deserted the sky of life started shining again, and the endless night gave way to the playful sun. He and Rachel had enjoyed discovering each other all over again as if they had never met before. He had taken her out many times, each of them more original than the previous. As for her, she had been baking tons of banana bread for no particular purpose. She was just happy to have found her happiness back.

Their friends had quickly noticed a change in them. Finn's smile had reappeared and Rachel's voice had been even more beautiful than before. Where they would find one of them, the other was never too far away. Their hands were always touching, and it took them many months before they finally understood that people didn't necessarily like to be subject to their intense make-out session, except for Santana and Puck who had always taken pleasure in teasing them. One day, they had even walked in on the new couple going at it for what must have been the fifth time and, instead of signaling their presence, they stayed there until Finn and Rachel finally noticed them. There had been screams, yells, flying objects and, obviously, curse words. All of that from the lovebirds of course, as busy laughing their heads' off as had been their friends. At the end of the day, they had all swore to never publicly talk about it, but Santana and Puck never really respected the pact. Years later, during a national interview on TV, Finn's best friend dared to mention the incident and, as if it wasn't enough, finished with a wink in Finn's direction. Not to say that the humiliated couple had tried many times to get back at him, but nothing beat what he had done.

Reviving those funny memories in his head, Finn almost didn't see the stop sign, and he had to break at the very last second. A car behind him honked and, deciding that it was better to be civil, Finn pulled over to let him pass. Receiving a death glare from the furious driver, a chuckle escaped from his lips at the idea of someone being truly mad because of something as stupid as that. Every day, many persons' lives were like living hell; kids were getting beaten up while dark people still fought to be considered as equals to the others. Yet, many people were unable to realize that their life wasn't that bad when compared to other's, that they only needed to take some time to breathe if they wanted to see how fortunate they truly were. Sadly, very few were able to do so and many spent their entire life being pissed off and stressed out for no reason.

Lost in his thoughts, Finn hadn't realized that another car had pulled over right behind him. When he finally looked into the rear-view mirror, he saw Mercedes getting out of her car and heading his way. She had huge sunglasses on and an I am who I am, if you ain't happy go 'way t-shirt. Her bag, which he guessed was from her new fall collection, was hanging on her right arm while her left hand was holding her phone. Slightly waving at him, she quickly finished up her conversation with whoever she was talking and opened the passenger door.

- Finn. What are you doing here by yourself? Have you run out of gas? she asked. Sitting in the seat next to his, she looked at him, and he could easily discern worry on her face.

- No, no. I was just thinking, he casually replied. Plus, I almost missed the stop sign and the person right behind me was just so pissed off, that I decided to pull over so that she could stop being angry 'cause of something as stupid as that.

- When was that? I've just talked to your mom and she said that you weren't answering your phone. She seemed worried Finn. What happened?

- Nothing. My phone's dead, that's all.

- It's certainly not "nothing," Finn! She was on the verge of calling the police! I had to calm her down and promise her that I would find you.

- I swear, Mercedes. It's nothing worth worrying about. I've just decided to go back to New York, that's all.

- Wait, what? Why? You've been having so much fun here, hanging out with the old gang and helping Mr. Schue with the Glee Club!

- Yeah I know, but I have things that I need to take care of in Lima.

- Oh God, are you and Rachel getting a divorce? 'Cause I want you to know that I'll be by your side no matter what! And by Rachel's, too! It may be difficult for you, but you need to realize that high school romances are-

- We are not getting a divorce! Although we may be going through a rough patch right now, we are far from being divorced.

- But I thought that you guys were getting a separation… Isn't that the same thing?

- No! Okay, maybe a divorce is like the next step after a separation, but still, we're not there yet. I just have to go back because…euh… of something with the team! The coach wants us to all be together before the next game, which will be held in New Jersey. And even though I have the next two weeks off, I'm still expected to attend. But I will be back, don't worry.

- You're sure? You look a little pale. There's nothing else we should be aware of?

Finn hated lying to his friends, but he knew that that was for the best for now. Himself didn't know much about what was happening with Rachel, so he didn't see the point of telling them things if it was to be denied later. No, he would just wait until he was at least by Rachel's side, and then he would call them to confess the reason why he was truly leaving today, if a reason there was. Because who knew: maybe this would be nothing and Rachel would prefer to keep everything to herself. Once you were famous, you had to be very careful with what you were saying and whom you were saying it to. Someone may be one of your closest friends, but there was nothing preventing him or her from relating everything that was being said between you two to a big magazine. Sometimes, you just had to accept that your private life had become way more private than before and that your public life now included your friends too.

- No, there's nothing else. I was just about to go see you guys to say goodbye. But I guess that since you're already here, I'll just ask you to be the messenger. Can you do that for me?

- Of course, but I'm sure that Kurt will be disappointed. He was so excited to finally be back in Lima, and having you with him was just beyond his expectations. He loves Rachel, but, honestly, I don't think he's still rooting for you two to be together. And it's understandable, you-

- I don't care about what Kurt thinks. I have better and more important things to mind right now. Rachel and I are Rachel and I and whether we get a divorce or not, he should by both of our sides no matter what. Yes he is my brother, but he's also one of Rachel's best friends and I don't want him to let her down 'cause he's not able to be friends with his brother's ex. But for now we're still married, so there's no need for us to be talking about What Ifs.

- I know, Finn. And I don't want you to worry about anything. What you and Rachel have been through is horrible and I can only try to understand how you must be feeling right now. I'm sure the last thing you need right now is for your friends to pass judgments on your romance life.

- Thanks, Mer. I really appreciate it.

- It's nothing. Now, when are you leaving? I want to know how much time I still have with my favorite quarterback before he has to go back to playing a complicated sport that I do not understand at all.

- My flight leaves tomorrow morning.

- Great! Then we still have a few hours ahead of us! What do you say we go meet everyone and then have some dinner at Breadstix? You cannot leave without seeing them!

- Sounds great.

Smiling one last time at Finn, Mercedes got out of his car and quickly got in hers. Starting up the engine, she left before Finn and beckoned him to follow her. They were the only ones on the road, but instead of feeling lonely, Finn felt complete. Mercedes had reassured him that, no matter what, he could always come back and that his friends would be there for him. They would help him without judging him. He didn't have to be scared anymore that they would feel like they had to choose between him and Rachel: his friends being the bests, they all knew better. Just because one star had divided into two didn't mean that the sky had to let go of one: it just had learn to live with one more.


Now sitting on a plane to JFK, Finn was trying to find something to do for the next three hours. Last night had felt great. His friends had taken him out to celebrate his departure and had wished him all the best with the team. Sam had even said that he would never talk to him again if he didn't return with an autograph from one of the hot cheerleaders, which earned him a smack upside the head from Mercedes. They had laughed all night long and, for a few seconds, Finn had even forgotten the real reason behind he leaving for New York. Unfortunately, someone had absently let Rachel's name slip and Finn had been back at worrying for the rest of the evening, putting on a laughing mask to hide his real thoughts.

However sad he was to say goodbye to his friends, he couldn't wait to be back by Rachel's side. Santana hadn't called him back since their last conversation on the phone, so he didn't know if his wife was doing any better. He could only hope that the doctors would bring him good news and that they could quickly go back to their normal life. He had no idea if the separation was still effective, but he chose not to worry about if for now.

- Excuse me, Sir, said a voice beside him. Are you all right?

- Euh, what? confusedly replied Finn. He looked around him, but notice that the woman could only be talking to him, as there wasn't anyone else behind or beside him.

- I asked you if you were all right. You look kind of pale.

- Oh. Yes I am. I just have a lot on my mind.

- I can see that. You've been looking out the window for the past twenty minutes with a clenched jaw. I don't know who you are, but something seems to be happening. May I ask you why?

He didn't know who was that woman, or why he was feeling that way, but she inspired confidence. She definitely appeared older than him and someone could easily mistake her for his mom. Her blue deep eyes reflected a spark of wisdom while the wrinkles on her face proved that she had seen the world and experienced a life that hadn't always been easy. Anyone else asking that same question would have seemed indiscrete, but not her. He couldn't exactly point out why, but the way that she had said it showed that a part of her truly cared about his problems, even if they didn't know each other at all. She was a complete stranger, but still, he was more than happy to talk about what was happening with someone other than God or his bedroom wall.

- I, uh I mean my wife, is in the hospital. Well, she's not really my wife anymore, so it's kind of complicated.

- Do you love her?

- What?

- Do you love her? It's a simple question asking for a simple answer: yes or no?

- Euh I don't know, we've been through some rough things and we've both changed, you know. We've recently decided to separate in fact and I-

- That's not what I asked, stepped in the old lady. Do you love her or not? You have to listen to what your heart is telling you, my dear. Dumb people use their mind while intelligent people know when it's better to stay clear of rationalism. I'm sure that you're not stupid, are you?

- You're right; I'm not. Honestly, I think that I still love her and I don't think that it will ever change. But she has hurt me so bad. How can I forget what she's done?

- You can't. Memories are there to remind you of what you've lost and of what you've won against. Erasing them would be like forgetting that you are alive and that you've experienced things before, I'm sure that's not what you want. Although it may hurt like hell, you must remember that the pain is there to help you enjoy happiness; they come hand in hand no matter how hard you try to separate them. You may not be able to forget, but you can always try to forgive.

- I am, but every single time that I see her it's like someone in my head whispers to me and reminds me of what she has done, of what she took away from me.

- Has someone ever told you that we choose our own battles? That we can't fight them all, otherwise we'll die?

- Hmm yeah, but I don't think I understand what you're trying to say.

- I'm trying to explain that this doesn't have to be difficult. I'm sure you have many things in your life worth you worrying, don't waste your time on something as simple as listening to your heart. You love her and that's the only important thing; the rest is just reasons to keep you away from your happiness.

- So you think I should just go for it?

- Totally. If you love her, then you have to be with her. Mistakes and memories are there to teach you lessons, not to prevent you from living your perfect life. You seem like a good man, why should you be logical and unhappy?

- How do you do it?

- How do I do what?

- Always say the right thing. We've known each other for no longer than ten minutes, yet you seem to know exactly what I have to do. How?

- Let's just say that I've had my fair of heartbreaks and issues. You'll understand too when you'll be my age, don't worry.

Smiling one last time, Finn turned his head towards the windows and absently looked at the clouds. Below him, dressed in a blue gown and lying in a white bed, waited the love of his life. He had to get to her, to hold her hand and to prove to her that he would never leave again. Ever. He had acted like a true coward when he had left and he was planning on making things right once and for all. In a few hours, they would finally be reunited and he couldn't wait. Nobody, nothing could ever break them up again. For the first time in a long time, he knew that everything was going to be all right. But was he right?


When Dr. Stevenson walked in, he noticed that Rachel wasn't alone in her bed anymore. Beside her lay a tall man that, he guessed, must have been her husband. Their hands were entwined and the girl's head was peacefully resting on the visitor's shoulder. He hated having to disturb that beautiful moment, but he simply had to. Sooner or later, they had to find out and, in that case, the sooner the better.

- Hi, he started. His tone was as neutral as possible, but it was hard for him not to show any emotions.

- Doctor. Hi. How are you? This is my … hmmm… this is Finn, said Rachel. Her doctor's voice had startled her and when came the time to introduce Finn to the man who had taken care of her in the last twenty-four hours, she found herself not knowing what they were exactly.

- Pleasure to meet you, smiled Dr. Stevenson to Finn. I have to say that I'm a big Giants fan, so I always love meeting players, although a hospital may not be the perfect place for those kinds of encounters. Unfortunately, I'm not here to discuss the new season. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

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