"She's been calling for days now, Finn," Jesse's voice came in through the silence of the still room. The only movement was that of Finn as he tied his sneakers and readied himself to leave.

"I can't talk to her," he replied, not looking up at his friend as Jesse stood against the door frame of Finn's bedroom.

"Why not?"

Finn stood up from his bed as he finished meddling with the shoelaces. He grabbed his leather jacket and tossed it over his right shoulder as he pushed past Jesse.

"Because I fucked up her life enough in high school and I don't really want to do it again," Finn huffed out as he reached the front door, quickly turning around to face the curly haired boy who had started to walk his way over in Finn's direction; a cocky eyebrow was raised in his direction as his body was held up high and his arms crossed.

"Well… guessing by the fact that our phone appears to never stop ringing now… I'd say it's too late to back out, Hudson. Call her back; or else I will for you."

"I hate when you call me Hudson," Finn said after rolling his eyes and looking away from his roommate.

"I know. But it seems most effective," Jesse smirked. "Besides; Rachel has an audition at the theater just across the street from the one I'm practicing at. Which means, we've decided I would go home with her and stay the night there so we could toast in celebration at our success. I'd hate for you to be alone tonight."

Sighing, the taller boy let his head drop, a small smirk playing on his lips ever so lightly; both he and Jesse knew that this battle was over and he was the loser.

"Fine. I'll call her this afternoon after my appointment. The doctor said there was a 95% percent chance I would clear the test and wouldn't need surgery at our last appointment. So I guess I'll need someone to have a celebration drink with," he smiled.

"You'll be calling me with the great news, then?"

"Course man," Finn replied, nodding as he spoke. "I gotta go though. I'll call you when I get out of my appointment. That way I won't catch you when you're at Rachel's cause I really… don't want to… interrupt or anything."

Jesse gave Finn a look as the boy teasingly smiled at him before finally opening the door and making his way out.

Finn's feet dragged over the flooring of his and Jesse's pitch black apartment. Empty beer bottles were causing him to trip every now and then as they covered the wood flooring. Finn's eyes would casually glance over at the window that occupied their living room area, the lights of New York flashed through the darkness of the night.

He was glad Jesse wasn't home tonight. He didn't want him, or anyone for that matter to see him. His blood shot eyes almost made him look terrifying in the dark. His hair was messed up from all the times he had grabbed at it today, screaming in anger as he fixed another line of coke on his bedside table.

By now, he was so drowned in drugs and alcohol; he had lost control of everything. His thoughts, his actions. He sat on the edge of his bed now, head in hands as more tears rolled down his face. His bedroom wall had been dented by his fist pounding into it multiple times. Even his fist contained evidence of how mad he was as trickles of blood dripped in result of his wall punching.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell had Finn's head lifting. He looked over at the door; or doors, as there appeared to be three of them.

"What?" he called out, his body hunched over as he lightly swayed back and forth.

Another ring caused Finn to stand up. He walked for a little bit before stumbling and falling to the floor, making a loud crashing noise. The door had opened now; he had obviously been too upset to lock it when he came back in.

Quinn flipped on the light switch as she entered, all the breath in her body had escaped the second she saw Finn on the floor. She kicked aside a few bottles and made her way over to him. As she reached him, she could see just how terrible he looked.

Leaning down, she tried to help him up. He had been saying her name ever since she walked through the door; his words were slurred, yet clear enough for her to understand that he was surprised she was here.

"Finn, what is wrong with you?" she snapped, completely shocked by the appearance of his apartment and himself.

"I don't wanna die, Quinn," he whispered, completely ignoring how angry she was at this moment.

"What are you talking about? You're not dying; you're just high."

"I'm scared," he finally managed to whisper out again as Quinn tried to set him up in his chair, clearing off the beer bottles with a flick of her hand.

"Scared of what?" she said, unamused by how stupid he had been to drink so much.

"Going to Hell. I'm going to Hell when I die," Finn managed to stutter out; his words were as slurred as ever.

His statement caused Quinn to stop in her tracks before looking up at him, no less shocked than she was since the beginning; only now she also seemed to be scared.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not afraid of dying cause you're going to Heaven, but I'm not."

"I'm sorry Quinn," Finn sobbed out before blackness had taken him over.

It took Quinn another few seconds to snap out of her slight trance as she took in Finn's words; though as she finally came to, she finally realized Finn was out.

Finn's eyes fluttered open as the light from the sun shone through the curtains and on his skin. He could feel a wet cloth on his forehead as he rested in his bed. Lifting his hand, he noticed the bandage on his fist; it trying to cover his bloody hand. The dent in the wall still resided, however.

Pushing up on his elbow, he could feel a rush of pain shoot through his head, causing his hand to quickly fly up and press against his forehead. The sound of clanking pans in the kitchen and the smell of bacon drifted through the air, catching him momentarily off guard from his thoughts.

But… Jesse didn't like bacon. He always said it was too unhealthy and it would cause him to become slow at practices and Rachel didn't eat it, given that she was a vegan. Which he knew now. Finn furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before tossing back his covers and shuffling off into the kitchen.

To his surprise, Quinn was in the kitchen, leaning over a plate of freshly made bacon. He smiled slightly; figures it was her. He should've connected two and two the second he smelled the bacon.

"Are you going to share any of that with me this time?" he asked teasingly, his voice cracking as if he hadn't talked for days.

"Are you kidding? Make your own bacon," she smiled at him.

"It's alright. I feel like I'm gonna throw up, anyway."

"Please don't do that on my bacon," she laughed, pulling the plate closer to her as if it was in Finn's line of fire.

"What are you doing here?" he finally asked before taking a seat on one of the bar stools that came up to the counter Quinn was leaning on.

"Just hanging around. Jesse's been so busy these past few days; I couldn't leave you to yourself."

"Whoa, wait. Past few days?"

"Yeah. You've been drifting in and out for three days now. I made sure you slept, actually. I wanted to make sure you didn't wake up and go crazy from withdrawal."

Finn's head lowered slightly so he no longer had to look her in the eyes. He couldn't face her as she talked about it.

"You know about that."

"I thought you were just… really drunk when I came over a few nights ago. It was only after I put you in bed that I saw the coke remains on your table."

Finn stayed silent. He couldn't remember anything from that night. It was shocking to him now to even hear that she had been there; though he couldn't feel any emotion towards being shocked appear on his face. The only thing that remained in his facial expressions now was of him being ashamed.

"Does Jesse know?"

It took Finn a few seconds to figure a way of answering her question. He shook his head lightly before finally speaking, "No one knows. 'Cept you, I guess."

"I figured. That's why I didn't tell him. I called him and told him that he should stay at Rachel's for a few days since her place is closer to the theater he's at so he wouldn't be late to any rehearsals. I figured I'd buy you time to get off the stuff and he wouldn't have to know, if you didn't want him to. Could be our little secret."

"What makes you think I wanted to get off it," Finn snapped, his head turning in her direction quickly.

"Because it isn't you. Finn, what were you thinking? You were so messed up when I came over; you could've killed yourself."

"The sooner the better."

"Finn…" Quinn was completely taken aback by Finn's words. Her face read just how shocked she was in that moment.

"Why were you here that night?" his curious eyes tried to read hers.

"Jesse called me. He said you were supposed to call him after your appointment but you never did. He was worried about you and knew my hotel was closer than Rachel's place so he asked if I could come over and check in. Guess it was a good thing."

"He shouldn't have dragged you into this," Finn said, shaking his head lightly.

"Why do you think you're going to Hell?"

Quinn's words stabbed into Finn's mind as he finally let his irritated facial expression fall.

"What?"

"That night – the night I came over… you said you were going to Hell when you died. Why would you think that?" her voice was weak now, she was obviously terrified for him and what he thought.

Finn continued to stay silent as he stared down at his hands whilst they rested in his lap. After a minute of silence, he got up.

"I should probably go back to bed. My head's killing me."

As he turned around to head off into his bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks before turning around to look at her again.

"Did you know that I pounded against the bedroom wall and made all this noise and stuff, loud enough to go through this entire apartment building and yet… no one came? This entire place filled with people that should at least be curious enough to come up here and check on me. No one came."

"I did. I came for you."

Finn watched Quinn with sad, yet slightly compassionate eyes as she said those words.

"And I stayed," she finished.

Another few moments of silence, the only sound being that of Finn's heavy breathing.

"Well you shouldn't have."

"What?"

"I'm going to Hell because I'm a bad person. I do bad things, like drugs. I wreck people's lives, like yours. Now I'm being punished for it. The reason I couldn't kiss you that night that we went out was because I had an appointment at the hospital for tests to see if it was gone and they thought it was but… they were wrong."

Finn could feel a few tears dripping down his cheeks as he watched Quinn; his eyes were filled with depression and heartache. She didn't have to be right next to him to see it, it was painfully obvious as it projected across the room.

"I have cancer, Quinn. And I'm going into surgery next week with about a 10% chance that I'll even survive that let alone everything else."

More silence filled the air. It was almost terrifying how nothing seemed to be moving. If she wasn't allowing herself to shed a few tears like he was at this moment, he could've thought her heart had even stopped beating given how still it was.

"That's why I've been trying to avoid you. I don't want to fuck up your life anymore."