Author's Note: Here is the next chapter! This may seem slightly out of place, but I wrote the last chapter as a teaser of sorts. Now you get the whole story. It's a really sad one. Probably more so than the last one. So prepare yourselves. Thank you again for the favorites, follows and reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

The morning after offered no revelations of love or understandings in a goodbye, instead it was surrounded by the quietness of friendship. The kind that exists when two people sit in the warmth of the sun, comfortable in nothing but each others presence. Sometimes those moments when the truth is set free, those are for later, when life calls for it.

Our leaving the hotel took no time, we had the clothes on our backs, nothing that would say we had been there. The blue toothbrushes sat on the sink, side by side, the only sign of occupants. It was raining that morning, although one might say it was more of a drizzle, light and clean.

Finn turned the heat on as we drove. CCR providing the soundtrack on the short journey. Silence still settled itself as we walked into the hospital. I sat again in the blue plastic chair, sipping a cup of the hotel coffee I had brought with me. Finn stepped through the door, greeting the little blonde girl and her mother. They almost looked like a family, if not for Finn's dark hair. The image shook me, and I clutched my coffee a bit more.

The door opened long after the cup had been discarded and I had started to doze off. Finn had Maddy latched to his chest, clam and asleep.

"We're going back to Lima."

"Wait, what about Sarah? Is she going to be alright?"

"The doctors want her to stay for observation for the next two weeks and she thought it would be better if I took Maddy back with me."

"Oh ok, I'm glad she'll be alright. Does that mean…?"

"We'll talk later. Right now, I just want to get home. Not much sleep last night, hotel beds are the worst."

Driving back to Lima was again filled with silence. Glances traveled back and forth and Maddy slept on. The drizzle had turned to rain pelting the windshield, wipers flying right than left, unable to keep up with the waves of water. I hate the rain.

The truck came to its clinkity stop in front of the house.

I breathed a sigh of relief, maybe from defeating the weather and making it home, or because I had somehow avoided the inevitable conversation with Finn.

My hand was ready to push the door open and climb into my bed. When I heard his voice through the rain.

"Rachel! Wait!"

"Finn you'll be soaked! It's freezing!"

"I know, I know, I could catch some horrible disease that comes from being in the cold. Just listen though."

My head nodded in anticipation, I wasn't sure what was coming.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much I mean that. Without you, I'm pretty positive I would have lost all my composure. So thank you, again, you know for being you. I know we still have to have that conversation that no one wants to have, but I'm soaked, and Maddy is sitting in the truck. So I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"You're welcome Finn and don't worry, get back to Maddy."

Suddenly his arms were around me, holding my body tightly to his chest. He smelled like rain and something uniquely Finn. When he removed his arms I was cold. The warmth gone.

His eyes the conveyed the need to say more. before he turned around feet sloshing in the puddles.

I went straight to my bedroom. Thankful Santana was already at work.

The rain didn't stop until morning.


5 Years Ago

I was home alone, my father's had gone to dinner, a yearly anniversary tradition. A steakhouse that served the best red wine in Lima. Papers were scattered around my bed, housing applications, financial aid instructions, and a course catalogue. I was instructed to take Intro to Singing. Ludicrous. I Rachel Berry was an outstanding singer, gifted some would say, there was no real need for me to take an Intro to anything class.

Just as I was considering the letter I could write to the dean, a large clap of thunder rattled the house. An uneasiness settled itself in my stomach and in my bones. Something was wrong.

I busied myself with the information in from of my again, going over all the extracurricular activities the school offered. Freshman were not allowed lead roles in the Fall and Spring musicals, I was certainly going to change that. They had to allow me to audition, I was not a background singer.

My room itself was a prime example of my future stardom. Posters from all my favorites musicals hung framed on the bright pink walls, and the shelves along my far wall held all my trophies and accolades. I never settled for anything below first place.

The thunder continued to shake the house, rattling the windows. I decided to light a few candles just in case the power went out.

When I had settled myself on my bed the phone rang.

Shakily I picked it up.

"Hello."

"Hello my name is Debra Armstrong and I'm conducting a survey on the households in Lima who subscribe to cable. Are you aware that the media has done nothing but present to children idea's that are unethical and may harm them? This includes, violence, having parents of the same sex-"

"Wait just a second MAM, I have two gay father's who I love very much. And by the way, we are very happy with our cable service! Good day!"

Despite the complete idiocy of the woman, I could relax now. Studying the course options once more the phone rang for a second time. Probably that woman again.

"If you think I am going to listen to your nonsense, you have another thing coming-"

"Is this Rachel Berry? It's very urgent."

"I'm sorry, this is she."

"This is Sherry calling from Lima Medical, your father's have been involved in a car accident. Your number was the only one listen under Emergency Contacts. I suggest you come quickly."

Oh God no.

"Are my father's okay? What happened?"

"Miss Berry, I cannot divulge their medical information over the phone. Come as soon as possible. And please drive safely."

It took me ten minutes to reach the hospital. They had to be alive.

"Are you Rachel Berry?"

"Yes, yes, that's me. Are my father's alright?! Please let them be okay, they're all I have."

"Honey calm down. Sit down right over here and I will go find the doctor."

She sat me in a blue plastic chair, my head in my hands.

"Miss Berry? I'm Dr. Hammil."

"How are they?"

"Your father Leroy is just getting bandaged up right now, he had a slight concussion and a broken arm, but he will be just fine. Your other father though, Hiram, the truck that hit your parents hit his side, he suffered internal bleeding, a collapsed lung and both legs are broken."

"But he'll be fine right? You'll just keep him here for a while and he'll get better right?"

"Most of the internal bleeding resides in his brain. Unfortunately, we couldn't stop it, I suggest you say your goodbyes. I'm so sorry, but we do not expect him to make it through the night."

This was a nightmare. Probably from one too many episodes of Grey's Anatomy. I will wake up and everything will be fine. Papa will have leftovers in the fridge for me and Daddy will be singing as he walks in. And they'll both be there to kiss me goodnight. No I refuse to believe this is real.

"Can I see them now."

"Yes or course follow me."

We walk down a corridor, filled with panicked family members leaning against walls, and nurses shuffling carts back and forth.

Dr. Hammil stops in front of a darkened room. I nod my thanks and step in.

There in bed, hooked up to hundreds of wires and tubes, is my Daddy. Both of his legs are casted, and he's terribly pale.

I collapse into the chair next to the bed, carefully grasping his hand. Willing him to wake up.

"Daddy, please. Please. You have to wake up. Please. You promised you would be there for my opening night of my first Broadway show. Remember? When I was seven, you promised, we pinky swore. You promised!"

The tears release themselves then and I cry into his arm.

"Sweetheart I am so sorry."

"Papa! What happened?"

"We were coming back from dinner, your Daddy was singing Gene Kelly like he always does when it rains. The truck came out of nowhere. It was a stop light and the truck driver couldn't see. And then I woke up here."

"Daddy will be okay though right? He can't leave us."

"Star, I'm not sure-"

"Papa, wake up! Someone help!"

Dr. Hammil and few others came holding paddles.

"One, Two Three. Jump!"

I collapsed onto the ground, praying for them to save him.

"Come on we can't lose him!"

They tried again.

And again.

Dr. Hammil looked at his watch.

"Time of death 8:45pm."

"No. No no no no no. Papa! Keep trying!"

One of the nurses held me back, soothing me as I sobbed.

I watched as he was taken away.

Then the beeping behind me stopped.

A/N 2: There you have it. I hope the two parts connected well. The angst is soon over, I promise. Stay tuned!