Hello! Sorry about the long wait – that's what vacations kinda do to things like these! Well, the last chapter wasn't received very well, but I did it all within reasons that will be revealed later ;) (I was kinda planning on putting this story on the backburner, but no. I won't do that because of a plan I already had, and people who didn't like it.) But, anyway... Please enjoy! :)

Chapter 10

Heal the World

Blaine held Rachel's hand.

Rachel let a finger on her free hand drag over the intricate patterns that were etched into the wall.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked Blaine, quizzically. Her fiancé had brought her to a place she identified was tea parties and such. He made her wear a white cardigan and bright yellow dress that popped against her tan, glowing skin and chocolate brown eyes. Blaine himself wore a dressy shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of nice shoes that practically screamed, Blaine.

"I'd like to hear your guesses." he said mystically. He smiled and raised an eyebrow. He stopped slightly, and bent over slightly to give her a soft kiss. Rachel pulled away, and her cheeks burned faintly. The fireworks and the man who caused them caused her heart to always skip a beat. He was too perfect. There was no way he was real. And she got to call him hers, just because she could.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking, would I?" she challenged, sarcastically, Blaine had brought her here and refused to tell her why.

"Touché," he smiled, turning to open a door. Blaine swiftly opened it. Rachel's vision was temporarily impaired by the bright flash that came from an open window at the end of the room.

"Surprise!" yelled a group that was waiting patiently inside. Rachel looked up at Blaine.

"What's this?"

Blaine whispered in her ear as he nudged her forward. "Go say hello to your baby shower guests."

Rachel stepped forward, and was greeted by smiling faces. Mercedes. Tina. Brittany. Kurt. Santana. Quinn. Wait. What? Kurt?

She felt someone tug lightly on her shoulder. "Rachel. Rachel. Rachel. Rachel, wake up." It wasn't a guest though. It was a husky, almost sleepy voice. Rachel's eyes flickered open. She was on the left side of the bed, on her side.

"Blaine," she whispered, her voice soft and tired.

"Good morning," he sighed back, his bright smile enough to fuel Rachel for days. She took her left hand, and with a feather light touch, let it trace Blaine's jaw bone.

"How did you sleep?" she breathed.

"Not very well. I think I have a fever..." Blaine trailed off. Rachel knew what that meant. Blaine wouldn't be going with her to school today. The thought of having to face a vile crowd of ignorant teenagers on her own made her want to curl up in a ball in disappear. Rachel pouted. Blaine frowned in return. He didn't want to leave her on her own, but he knew it was the only way he could... Surprise her.

"You sure?" Rachel said softly. Blaine nodded.

"I'll be here, waiting for you girls when you both get home." Blaine said. By 'you girls', Rachel knew he was talking about her and the baby. The heat of his breath radiated onto Rachel's skin, making her want to just stay there forever. But, she couldn't.

"Okay..."

xxx

It was about two thirty in the afternoon. Burt and Carole sat in two chairs they had positioned at each corner of the hospital bed. They were determined to stay until their baby boy woke up. Carole took interest of a copy of "Eat, Pray, Love" while Burt examined his son's breathing patterns.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Suddenly, something changed. There was a large heave of breath, which caused Kurt's chest to expand even further.

"Carole." Burt whispered, blindly reaching out to grab his wife's arm. Carole's eyes flicked up, and watched Kurt carefully.

"What is it?" she asked, quietly.

"Look."

Kurt's eyes were softly fluttering. They suddenly opened to reveal two beautiful, mint green eyes Burt hadn't realized he missed so much.

"Dad?" Kurt exhaled hoarsely.

"Kurt," the couple said in unison. Burt got up quickly, practically tossing over the chair as he ran to embrace his son.

"Dad, where am I?" Kurt questioned.

"Kurt..." Burt said through tears as he carefully weaved his arms through a maze if wires. "Don't you ever try and leave me again. You heard?" Kurt nodded, confusedly.

xxx

Rachel her made her way through a stampede of vicious glares in the hallways, and made her escape to her safe haven – glee club.

The group was crowded around Finn, smiling and cheering. Rachel was automatically pulled toward the commotion.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked out loud to no one in particular.

Quinn answered her. Rachel realized that small tears trickled down her cheeks. "Kurt woke up."

"Oh my god. No way!" Rachel said. She felt butterflies go wild in her stomach. Kurt. The word repeated itself over and over again. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.

As soon as she was released from school, she knew what she was going to do. Rachel wriggled her way through the small crowd, and hugged Finn. If anyone cared for Kurt, Rachel knew it was Finn. Finn was smiling, perhaps with relief. The small brunette suddenly felt some pressure press against her head. From a year dating the quarterback, she knew what was happening. He was kissing her head – something she knew should feel wrong, but it wasn't. Finn quickly pulled back when he realized what he was doing was bad. Rachel saw something flicker through Finn's eyes. A mix between fear and sorrow.

"Finn, it's okay. You're like my brother. I won't loose that." Rachel smiled, kissing his cheek. Finn smiled back, relief quickly replacing his apologetic look.

"Common you guys! Take your seats." announced Mr. Schuester. Everyone quickly took their seats, but the room was still abuzz.

"Now, I know that Kurt being 'back' is very exciting... and, even though we should be preparing for Nationals, I'd like to take the time and prepare a number for Kurt. We could perform it when he returns. Now, let's think of something... Something upbeat, or celebratory. Ideas?"

"Kool & the Gang's, 'Celebration'." Lauren Zizes said sarcastically. Rachel felt a giggle vibrate on the front of her lips. It was such a cheesy, 80's hit.

"I've got an idea..." Artie said, a smile twitching at the sides of his lips.

"Do you think you could give us a little taste?" asked Mr. Shue curiously.

Artie nodded. He cleared his throat, and sang the words confidently.

There's a place in your heart

And I know that it is love

And this place could be much

Brighter than tomorrow.

And if you really try

You'll find there's no need to cry

In this place you'll feel

There's no hurt or sorrow.

There are ways to get there

If you care enough for the living

Make a little space, make a better place.

Heal the world

Make it a better place

For you and for me and the entire human race

There are people dying

If you care enough for the living

Make a better place for

You and for me.

"'Heal The World' by MJ, right?" asked Puck, nodding in approval.

"Yeah... What can I say? Michael is a legend." Artie said, blushing. People nodded.

"Its decided then." announced Mr. Shue. "Heal the world."

xxx

Rachel hopped out of Quinn's car.

"Thanks, Quinn." Rachel said. "For everything."

"It's the least I can do," Quinn said, shrugging it off. "I knew how hard it was for me. I would hate for someone else to feel the same way..."

"Thanks." Rachel beamed, as she closed the door. As Rachel walked to the Andersons' porch, she pulled out her key, and heard the screech of Quinn's car as she drove away. Rachel walked through the doorway, shoving her key back into the front pocket of her handbag.

"Anybody home?" Rachel asked.

"She's home," Rachel heard from the living room. She swiftly made her way to the voice.

"Oh, hey Rebecca..." Rachel said suspiciously, brown eyes meeting hers. "Where's Blaine?"

"He stepped out for a bit. He should be here in like five minutes though." Rebecca quickly walked away, biting on her lip to conceal a smile.

Huh. Wow, he sure is sick. Rachel thought sarcastically.

Rachel plopped down on the couch, and pulled out her assigned book for her English class. To Kill A Mockingbird.

About eight minutes into it, her head snapped up to an opening door.

"Where have you been?" Rachel hissed, as she turned to face Blaine.

"Come with me," Blaine said, offering her his hand. Blaine's face was lit with excitement. Rachel's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Fine," Rachel grabbed it, slipping on her flats as she made her way out the door. She climbed into Blaine's car, careful not to bump her stomach. Blaine approached his door, and got inside, sticking the key in, and the car responding with a rumble. Blaine clutched Rachel's hand, using his free hand to steer. The couple pulled up to some elegant looking apartments. Blaine pulled to a stop, and they both got out. Blaine grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the one before them.

"What?" she asked, her brows smashing together with confusion.

"Say hello to your new home."

"New... New, what?"

Blaine laughed, pulling a key out of his pocket. He placed it in Rachel's gently, as he kissed her forehead.

"But... how?"

"Simple," Blaine said smugly. "A loan from my parents, and a new job as the assistant manager at Breadstix."

"Manager?" Rachel asked, shocked.

"I've waited tables before, Rachel. And my grades left them pretty impressed. Go on! Check it out!" Blaine said, nudging her inside as he did in her dream.

Rachel quickly did as she was told. With a quick turn of the key, Rachel made her way into the apartment. Correction – her and her fiancé's apartment.

The kitchen and living room were bare. She shrugged, and decided to make her way up a small path of stairs. She opened a door, and walked into the large bedroom. It was just like Blaine's room, only something stood out. Rachel scanned the room to see what was out of place. In the corner of the room sat the distinction.

A rosy pink crib.