disclaimer: i don't own Glee! or the moive That Thing You do. thiers a small quote in here from that you might recognize if you've ever seen that movie

"Fuck!" I shouted as I slammed my new droid phone down on the table. "What?' all the three girls nervously asked in unison. They have barley heard me say a word since that phone call with my daddy two days ago, and when I have spoken it was purely monotone.

"I just talked to daddy" I trailed of thinking of our other three failed conversations so far. He was crying so hard he could barely get the words out an ended up hanging up on me. This last attempt was by far the worse. His voice was almost robotic; I can just imagine him going through the emotions as if he didn't realize we were even talking.

"He said it was a hit and run" I finally choked out, suddenly the room exploded in rage.

Santana is shouting something in Spanish, while Brittany is looking like she's trying to figure out what a hit and run is.

Quinn voice rings through my apartment as the voice of reason. 'Lima's a small town it should be easy for them to figure out who did this." After a moment of silence she adds "wait, I thought they said it was a drunk driver how would they have known?" She's so smart. I had wondered the same thing. "Daddy said onlookers saw the driver swerving across the road as he drove off" I threw into the silence.

"What kind of sick pathetic fucking low life could do something like this?" shouted Santana, finally speaking in a language I could understand. "S calm down you're not helping" Brittany tried to reason. It was a good attempt but it was too late my rage was equal if not greater than Santana's at this point and I was ready to let it out.

"NO!" I cut in "she's right, I wanna know what asshole thought this was ok, I want to know what kind of moron does something that stupid!" I yelled. "Rach you have to try and calm down, I know this is the worst possible thing but you have to try." Brittany tries to reason again. I spare a glance in her direction; is that silly putty? This girl never fails to surprise me.

"Whatever" I mumble stomping my way to the kitchen. Calming down isn't going to solve anything, I'm still going to be angry but now I'll just keep it to myself, that's healthy right?

I had learned over the last few days that I am very much so the definition of a stress baker. My countertops are filled with pans and pans of cookies. I'm currently trying to master cupcakes. Is it too soon to change my name to Betty? Enjoy getting fat girls.

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Finally Britt and Santana go home to pack. Our flight is tomorrow at 7 am and since it's our spring break we won't be missing anything. Quinn stays with me which leaves me relived while at the same time a little annoyed. Yes I love having her around but at the same time I really like the silence right now.

I hear Funny Girl softly playing in the living room and I decide that even if we are not talking I should still go keep up appearances. I slid into the living room in socked feet and fall with as little grace as possible onto the couch. Quinn gives me one of the saddest smiles I've ever seen. And silently opens her arms allowing me the comfort I so badly want without having to ask. I quietly curl into her sides and girp the bottom of her T-shirt while she rubs my legs.

Quinn has been my rock the last few days, maybe some famous Rachel Berry thank you cookies are in order.

Five minutes later I tune back into the TV and I notice half the movie is over, when did that happen? Plus Quinn's hand is slowly moving up and down my thigh; well that certainly is a welcomed surprise. Suddenly Quinn's voice barely above a whisper crashes my temporary bubble of comfort "Have you called Sylvester yet?" The look of pure terror I send her way should be answer enough.

"She'll understand right?" I nervously ask. Quinn won't need any follow up questions, she's always been able to read me and she followed that train of thought perfectly. I stare straight into her warm hazel eyes, she doesn't want to lie to me I can tell she's trying to decide how to put this delicately. After a deep breath she says: "she might…but if she doesn't you'll still have me. Hun you know how important this is." She's right of course she's right.

I slowly trudge to my room. Why is my body reacting so slowly today? Every move my brain sends out to the rest of my body seems to be taking about 10 seconds longer than usual. I look everywhere for my phone; ironically it's placed on my bedside table between my DVD of West Side Story, and a picture of my dad's. of course

After three rings she answers with a barking "what?" well isn't she lovely? "Hey Ms. Sylvester this is Rachel Berry I'm calling to inform you that we recently had a loss in my family and-" "Berry" she rudely cuts me off " are you going to be here Monday or not?" "Uh no I won't" I stutter out a little taken aback by her forwardness. "I need to go home to Ohio for a few days." "Well" she interrupts again "that's to bad you would have been an excellent Maria" the disgust is plain in her voice. "Wait seriously? " I asked "just like that and I'm out?" "Berry" she scolds me. "I can't just let me lead actress do whatever she wants running all about, plus then people might think I care about their personal lives and they would try to talk to me all the time. No, yuck we cannot have that." 'Well no we wouldn't want anyone to think you were halfway decent', I bitterly thought. The anger in her voice brings me back "call me when you decide to start taking your career seriously." And with that she's gone.

She has to be kidding; she doesn't think I'm serious? I'll make her eat those words someday.

I storm into the living room and Quinn does her best to pretend she wasn't listening and looks up at me with hopeful eyes. I tell her the first thing that pops into my head: "well now we have more time to hangout since I don't have rehearsals"

I spin on my toes and trot to the kitchen. Clearly banana vegan muffins will make everything all better.

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Q POV

"I'll give you 20$, I'll buy you a bottle of your choice tequila AND I won't say a word when you and B sneak off to join the mile high club." I desperately plead. San looks at me with one of her patented smirks. "Chill out blondie I would have done it for free but now I want the added perks." She winks at me. "Ugh!" I groan out. "You suck" I mumble as I fall into an airport lobby chair. "Yeah well you loves it" she chuckles while we trade tickets and she pockets my 20$.

It's not that I was being a creep per say but I just happened to notice that San's seat was right next to Rachel's while me and B were across the aisle. I just know I would be a better fit for Rach. Plus she would never admit it but she hates flying. I just think we would both feel better the closer I am to her...whoa calm down Q this week is about supporting Rach not announcing you're In love with her! No stop not love...just like you just really like her, that's all.

I look around the lobby for the girls trying to distract myself, but they are nowhere to be seen. Britt wanted a rubber ducky key chain from the gift show, why? No one knows but she asked Rachel to go with her and it was just too hard to say no.

They get back right as we are boarding the plane. Rachel tries to act all collected and calm, but the longer I look at her the easier it is to tell she is anything but. When we sit down I silently offer her my arm and don't even flinch as she painfully digs her half crescent nails into my forearm. I observe the beautiful girl in front of me, and I can't tell why this is affecting me so much, I've seen many friends go through hardships and it didn't bother me this much. Suddenly it hits me like the force of an arrow: I would protect this girl from the world if I could. Oh man Fabray you got it bad.

As I keep studying the girl at my right side I can just tell how exhausted she is, from her eyes to her body language. You can almost see her mind jumping into overdrive with all of her thoughts right now. "Rach" I whisper out, "put your head on my shoulder, some rest would do you good." She slowly nods, too tired to even argue. As our bodies touch I can't even explain the rush I get.

All of a sudden a loud crinkling noise is so sudden it makes Rachel jump. I look over across the aisle and Britt is trying to tear open a pack of Skittles. Of course. In what Britt clearly thinks is a stage whisper she asks Santana to explain why she can't have a jet pack. Apparently "because I said so" isn't going to cut it today.

I give S my best HBIC glare from high school and gets the message "hey Britt baby" she softly interrupts while taking the skittles from her hand. "Why don't you go try and visit the cock pit? Tell them it's your birthday!" "yay!" Britt yells, she literally starts skipping there.

"Rach" I gently try again, I know she hasn't slept since the first phone call from her daddy two days ago. "Come on baby girl I got you" I whisper as she slowly lays her head back down. I let out a content sigh, right now everything is right with the world when I have the girl I love this close…I mean REALLY like this close.

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R POV

Walking into my childhood house is anything but ok. Everything in this place reminds me of my dad. I'm about to turn and flee when a soft hand is encompassed with mind, I look up into the most understand hazel eyes I've ever seen and her hand gives me a firm squeeze, it says 'you got this'.

I walk through the house ignoring everyone who is there to offer some sort of comfort. I couldn't care less and I don't need this right now. Unless you can bring my dad back you should just get the hell out I don't need you sad eyes. I don't need to talk to these people I have one goal in mind: find my dad, he'll make this better.

Finally I spot my dad. His back is rigid, his eyes are cold. He is nothing like the man I used to know.

The second he sees me he walks over and gives me the biggest bear hug I have ever been giving. It's almost as if the second our skin makes contact the flood gates haves been opened, I cry over everything I've refused to acknowledge the last few days. I cry finally allowing myself to feel everything I've been suppressing. I fall to the floor after a while but I refuse to loose contact so I bring him down with me.

There we are both bawling on the kitchen floor like a couple of divas as the realization that our family is no longer a trio sinks in.

When I wake up it's dark and I'm not sure where I am, panicking I kick out with my legs in my haste to get up; when I make contact with something solid, a body? I'm not sure until I hear a muffled "fuck" somewhere from my right. Then a gorgeous head of blonde hair appears.

I look around my old room and everything suddenly hits me like a freight train "Quinn" I croak out "Tell me it's all a dream and were just here for spring break. Tell me, tell me" I stutter "that when we get up my daddy will be making us breakfast." I desperately ask her "Rach" she ays just as sadly. "If I could I would baby girl." She opens her arms and I press my face into the crook of her neck. If it's possible I'm crying even harder than earlier. This time is different I know I have nowhere to fall to and even if I did I've never felt as safe as I do right now in Quinn's arms.

"shhh Rach I got you" she coos over and over again in my ear. One of her hands weaves through my hair with purpose while the other softly rubs circles into my back. It almost scares me how much I need her right now.

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At the funeral home the Unholy Trinity has decided to divide and conquer. Britt and San are with my dad. While I get to spend the day with Quinn, she isn't bringing up last night or mentioning the fact that I used her as a pillow while I cried for over three hours. Oh yes this girl has definitely earned some thank you cookies.

Britt is currently asking my daddy if he would like some Flintstones vitamins since those always make her feel better when she's sick. Oh no maybe I should go save him…wait is that a real smile? Maybe a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.

The room is full of people I don't think I've ever met but they all come up to me and let me know how much my dad loved me…um excuse me? How the hell would you know? I understand this is awkward for them too, but I would rather they just left me alone.

Quinn hasn't let go oh my hand all day and I'm internally grateful since i keep getting glances of Finn, I can tell he wants to talk to me but I really can't handle that conversation right now. Why does he look so nervous? I'm not that scary.

Everything about this for lack of better term sucks. This place is drafty and cold everyone is depressed and no one looks good in black. As I stand and stare at the different arrangements of flowers they honestly just anger me more. How are these supposed to help? "Hey your dads dead, have some flowers!" that's a pretty shitty consolation prize if you ask me. Plus the flowers are going to die too, what do I get than? A card? Score!

I've never been more thankful for my friends. Whenever I feel like I'm going to cry Britt shows up with a bone crushing hug. Santana in her own unusual way has even told me numerous times anything I could possibly need illegal or not is just a phone call away. This worries and pleases me at the same time.

Much too soon it's time to say goodbyes. I walk to the casket so slowly I'm almost positive it's been at least five minutes, when I start shaking so badly I almost trip. I feel a hand protectively grab my waist, and when I look up it's my savior Quinn of course. She helps me get to the casket and silently stand there for support.

I lightly run my hand over the dark wood while I start talking in my head. I like to believe he can hear me. 'Dad I love you so much, one of my biggest regrets will always be that I didn't get to talk to you that day, I should have called you and told you the good news not Quinn. Dad I love you so much and I already miss you like crazy, you better believe you'll be the first one I thank when I win that Tony' I lightly chuckle 'I love you forever, put in a good word for me up there ok? love you dad"

As we walk to the car I can feel the steady stream of water on my cheeks but I refuse to let it go completely till we get to the car. If my estimation is correct it's only about ten steps,9..8..7 "Rach!" ahh so close I groan.

I turn to see Finn awkwardly walking over while the girls all give him their best glares. They all still see him as the jerk who outed Santana and it's kind of hard not to. High school was clearly Finn's peak. He has gained at least 50 pounds and his hair is graying, while his suit has mud on it, what is he 5?

"Finn do this later." Quinn tries to save me before San jumps in "or ya know just leave her the hell alone!" "Look!" Finn snaps. I have to say this now or I maybe never be able to do it." Why does this seem so serious? "Guys give me a minute" I whisper. The three reluctantly walk to the car, they try to act casual but I can feel all eyes on me.

"Rach I need to apologize" why is he apologizing? For our breakup? Really? right now? "listen" I cut in before he harshly yells "No lemme finish! When you got the part of Maria S called she told me you were doing fine without me and for me to leave you alone." 'well she's right' I though bitterly. Finn has been emailing me at least once a week since the day he dumped me on the way to our wedding. Seriously boyfriend of the year!

"well" he angrily spits out " I was pissed off and I did something stupid." What did he do kick a chair? "I'm sorry I'm so stupid." He keeps chanting out and now he's crying? "What did you do?" I quickly ask while I grow panicked. "I'm sorry." He keeps repeating like a broken record. "I was drunk and so angry Rach, soo angry. I'm….I, I was the one who hit your dads, I killed him, I,I, it's my fault." He stuttered out.

Suddenly all I'm seeing is red; my whole body is shaking in rage.

Finn killed my dad?

Finn was driving drunk?

Finn was driving drunk and killed my dad in a hit and run?!

This is too much I think as everything goes black.

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