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Chapter 11: Wish I Were Here.

Finn grunted in pain as he lifted another shovel full of dirt from the hole he was digging. He had found a shovel shaped piece of wreckage to use, but its sharp edges were digging into his hands which were becoming raw. Still he continued, determined to keep going until it was big enough for a person to lie down in.

"You should take a break, you've been at this for hours." A voice said from above him. He looked up to see Sam, whose hair was looking even blonder from the sun. Finn shook his head in protest,

"Nah, I'm almost finish anyways."

"Well, at least help me out then." Sam told him, jumping down next to him. Everyone had offered to help earlier in the day, but Finn had insisted that this was something he needed to do on his own. However it was taking a long time and the blisters on his hands were beginning to turn red. The two began to dig, neither of them in the mood to talk. They continued to work until a blur that was Rachel and Mr. Schuester brushed by.

"Look Rachel, I don't understand why you can't just sing at the service…" Mr. Schue said frustrated.

"Mr. Schuester, I understand why I am the obvious choice…" She began, "However, despite your constant nagging I cannot bring myself to say yes. Please find someone else. Ask Mercedes, I'm sure she would feel that this is something she can do on such a short notice." With that she hurried off, desperate to get her teacher off her back. Will looked at Finn and Sam, confusion written all over his face. The boys shrugged, equally confused.

"How's it coming guys?" He asked, surveying the hole in the ground. Finn looked around, coming to a conclusion.

"I think it's done. It's nearly big enough for me to lie down in, so it should work." Sam nodded in agreement and climbed out, then offered a hand to Finn.

"We'll be starting in about 30 minutes…I told the rest of the survivors already. You guys should go clean up." The teenagers nodded before heading off. Letting out a sigh Mr. Schuester knelt down, banging a cross he had made into the base of the grave. Half an hour later his students and the 48 other survivors had gathered around the dreary hole in the ground. The body had been wrapped in a blue tarp and placed in the grave with care. Will stood in front of everyone, knowing they were waiting for him to begin. Drawing in a shaky breath he looked around at everyone and began to speak.

"Tina Cohen-Chang was an amazing person. I had the privilege of being not only her Spanish teacher, but her Glee director as well. Over the course of the last year Tina had transformed from a shy stutterer to someone who wasn't afraid to be herself. She will always be part of our family…" He choked on his tears, reaching up to wipe them from his eyes. "Tina was known for her gothic style and quirky sense of humour. She will be sorrowfully missed by everyone…" Will looked around at his students, all of which were on the brink of falling part. Still, he couldn't help but feel proud at the way they were banding together in his moment. Finn had his arm around Rachel, and was obviously trying his hardest not to break down as she sobbed against him. Kurt had reached over to hold her hand in the moment, and was clinging on to Quinn with his other. The rest were clumped together in groups of two of three. "Do any of you want to say anything?" He asked them.

"I do." Artie spoke up. He was still weak from the accident, and had to be pushed forward by Mike and Matt as the sand made it incredibly hard for him to move. Will nodded his head. Artie looked around at everyone, unsure of what he was going to say. After a moment he began to speak. "Tina died trying to save me…she should have just let me go but that's not the kind of person that she was. Tina was the kind of person that would stand by you until the end. So I want to say thank you to her, for saving me. Thank you Tina" Artie cast a look down at the blue tarp, eyes welling with tears. He nodded to Mike and Matt that he was done and was rolled back.

After a few others spoke Mercedes did an a capella version of the hymn "Blest are the pure of heart." As she sang people walked by, dropping handfuls of dirt over her. Soon it was just the glee kids left standing there, none of them sure what to do next. The grave still needed to be filled, and Finn stepped forward to do it.

"No man, you need a break." Puck told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Finn nodded, handing his friend his makeshift shovel. He could feel the tears he had been holding back fall down his face. Not wanting any of his friends to see his weakness he turned and ran for the jungle. Everyone looked down at the ground awkwardly, pretending they hadn't seen the quarterback break down.

"You guys don't need to see this." Will told them seriously, as he picked up a shovel in order to help his student. "Go and relax, try to have some fun." His students scattered slowly and solemnly in different directions. Rachel looked at the direction Finn had ran off in and made a decision to find him.

"Finn?" She called out quietly as she walked into the jungle, but he didn't answer. She continued walking, desperate to find him. For a moment she stopped moving, hoping that she could hear him. In the distance she could hear cries that she was sure belonged to him. As quietly as she could she walked towards them until she found him sitting at the base of a tree. His head was buried in his arms as he shook desperately with sobs.

"Finn?" She asked, kneeling beside him. Upon hearing her voice he stiffened, trying to regain control over himself. "You know you can cry in front of me right?" Rachel squeezed his arm reassuringly, hoping that he wouldn't push her away

"We didn't you want to sing at the funeral?" He asked. It seemed out of the blue, but was something that had been bothering him since he overheard her conversation with Mr. Schuester earlier that day. Rachel looked down almost ashamed.

"When I sing it's all about me," she answered, looking at her hands. "and this couldn't be about me." He looked at her new tears filling his eyes.

"Shit like this shouldn't happen Rach." His voice cracked as he spoke and before he knew it he was crying even harder than before. Rachel nodded, pulling his head to her chest as she wrapped her arms around him. Her hand wove into his hair and she bent over, placing a kiss on the top of his head. As she felt him shake against her she could feel herself breaking down again.

"No, it really shouldn't." She whispered into the top of his head, allowing her tears to start falling again.

A/N: So…I feel like that was really depressing, and I promise the next chapter will be less so. May I remind you that you guys are my motivation, and I know you are out there! So please review, as it really helps me get Chapters up!