Rachel Berry sat on her bed. It's all she did nowadays. New Years Eve and she was alone, she had no friends, no boyfriend and her fathers were at a party. They invited Rachel but she really didn't feel up to it, she said she felt sick, which wasn't exactly a lie. She felt sick a lot recently. If she didn't feel like she was going to throw up she had a massive headache, and if it wasn't one of them she just felt weak, tired, worn out and just plain sad.

Every time she closed her eyes she could see Finn walking away and every time she went to sleep she saw him with Santana in a motel bed. She didn't cry anymore, even though she constantly felt like she was about to burst into tears, it was like she had cried herself dry. Her dads tried to make it better, but they had no luck. Nothing was working. Nothing made her feel any better. She just wanted to forget about Finn Hudson and his stupid brown hair and his stupid brown eyes and the fact that he was so tall when she hugged him her head pressed against his chest and she could hear his heart beating. She couldn't stop herself from hoping Finn felt the same way, but she knew he was probably with some pretty blonde cheerleader by now. Someone like Quinn, someone he is meant to be with. The quarterback dates cheerleaders, not captain of the Glee club. Rachel knew that, she always knew that. She was lucky to have him in the first place, she shouldn't be so distraught over losing him.

Rachel knew the new year had come when she heard people cheering in her street. What was the point of celebrating a new year when the only thing that really was new was the date? It wasn't a new start. Finn still hated her and she still hated herself. Even thought the calendars said 2011, everything from 2010 was still there. All the pain and regrets were still there. The thoughts that had been rushing through her head on a constant loop were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Rachel unenthusiastically went downstairs and opened the door, two police officers were standing at the door, a man and a woman.

"I think you have the wrong house, there's no party here." Rachel told them.

"Are you Rachel Berry?" The woman asked.

"Yes. What is this about?" Rachel hesitantly answered. The male officer showed Rachel his badge, the woman followed suit.

"I'm Officer Adams and this is my partner Officer Keating." The man said "May we come in?" Rachel was worried now, there were butterflies in her stomach, she opened the door and let them in.

"Is there anyone here with you?" Keating said as she looked around.

"No. I'm by myself." Rachel replied "Why are you here? I haven't done anything wrong." Officer Adams sighed.

"You may want to sit down Miss Berry." Rachel sat down on one of the kitchen stools. She was getting worried.

"Why? What's happened?"

"Your fathers were driving home from a new years party early." Officer Keating told her "Their car was hit by a drunk driver...they didn't make it." Rachel shook her head.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. You're lying." Tears were quickly forming in Rachel's eyes.

"I wish we were." Officer Keating replied. Rachel was sobbing hysterically and shaking her head. "Look, do you have someone you can call to come stay with you? A family member or a friend or someone?"

"Not really."

"Are you sure? No one from school?"

"Excuse me a moment." Rachel rushed up to her room in tears. She took her cell phone off her bedside table and dialed the number of someone she knew would understand. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up, there was music and people talking in the background.

"Happy new year!" Kurt answered his phone happily, Rachel heard a few people cheering in the background.

"Kurt?" Rachel sobbed.

"Rachel? What's wrong?" Kurt's voice suddenly changed from cheerful to serious.

"Could you please come over? If you're not too busy." Rachel's voice was breaking up as she spoke.

"Sure. I'll be right over."

"Thanks." Rachel said before hanging up the phone and falling onto her bed in tears, hugging one of her pillows. After a while she heard a knock at the door and voices, she couldn't make out what they were saying, but she knew one of them was Kurt. She heard the police officers leave and Kurt's footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked into Rachel's room to see her curled up on the bed with her back to him. Kurt put is bag down at the doorway quietly and sat down next to her on the bed, putting his arm around her shoulders. Her shoulders shook with sobs.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel." Kurt said softly. Rachel sat up and turned around, her face was red and her eyes were swollen, she leaned into Kurt's chest. He stroked her hair as she cried into his chest. Eventually she fell asleep and Kurt slowly got up and placed her head on a pillow, she stirred, but didn't wake up. Kurt quietly went down the stairs and slept on the couch.

In the morning Rachel woke with a terrible headache and the smell of pancakes cooking in her nose. She ran downstairs hoping that it was all a dream and her parents were cooking her pancakes for breakfast. She turned into the kitchen to see Kurt putting the last pancake on a plate of them. Her heart sunk. Kurt turned around, "I heard that sugar is good when you have a shock." He put the plate of pancakes and a bottle of syrup in front of her.

"Thank you for coming over last night." Rachel said as she sat on the same stool she sat on when she found out about her dads.

"It's fine. I'll be here as long as you want me to." Kurt replied.

"Sorry for ruining your new year."

"Don't worry about it, Rachel. It's not your fault."

"It is my fault." Rachel said, tears were forming in her eyes "If I went to that stupid party with them they wouldn't have come home early so I wasn't alone for the new year and they wouldn't have been hit by that drunk driver."

"Rachel, if you went to that party you might be dead to, and there's no way you would've known that some idiot was driving drunk."

"What am I going to do?" Rachel asked as she burst into tears "I don't have anywhere to go. I don't have any family or friends. I have no money." Kurt put his arms around her.

"I'm your friend, Rachel. Everything will be alright."

Author's note: This idea was stuck in my head for ages and I just had to write it up.

Tell me what you think and if I should continue.