A/N: It's taken a lot to convince myself to write since Cory's death. He will be missed terribly by everyone. However, I feel like I shouldn't give up. Cory was my idol, so I will continue writing my stories for him. Anyways, here's another update for this story and I hope you enjoy!


Past

"Finn, you better pick up the damn phone soon or I'm going to castrate you when you get home!" Rachel says, completely unaware of her three year old son sitting on the couch behind her.

"Momma, what does that mean?" Matthew inquires from his seat. She quickly turns around, her face hot with embarrassment.

"Nothing, sweetie. Just play with your toys." She quickly says, dialing Finn's number again.

"Momma? When is daddy gonna be here?" Matthew asks, looking up from his cars.

"I have no idea, honey. How about I call Aunt Santana to come watch you while mommy goes to rehearsal?" Matt's mouth forms a bright smile, that makes Rachel smile as well, even though she's pissed at Finn for being an hour late.

After a quick phone call with Santana, she quickly rushes around to find everything she needs. Santana shows up five minutes later and Rachel is out the door in record time.

She just arrives at the theater when her phone starts ringing. She grinds her teeth when she sees Finn's name pop up on the screen.

"You better have a good explanation for not coming home to watch your son or I swear-" she begins, but she's soon cut off by a voice that does not belong to her husband.

"Rachel, it's Ricky." The deep voice of her husbands coworker says. She stops dead in her tracks when she hears the serious tone in his voice.

"Ricky, where's Finn?" She asks timidly.

"He told me to tell you not to freak out." He slowly tells her, making her blood run cold.

"Ricky. Where. Is. Finn?" She says through her teeth.

"He's, uhm, we're at the hospital. He's getting stitches and he's getting his wrist looked at." Ricky tells her.

"I'm on my way!" She quickly says before hanging up.

She shoots her director a quick text, and she drives to the hospital in a matter of minutes. She runs into the waiting room doors and Ricky meets her there.

"He's okay, Rachel." Ricky tries to tell her. She matches straight up to him, and looks him dead in the eye.

"Where is my husband?" She asks, her voice a little threatening.

"I'll take you there!" Ricky squeaks, ushering her through the doors.

They arrive at Finn's room and she marches in there to see her husband laying in a hospital bed, with stitches on his forehead and a sling around his right arm.

"Rachel! What are you doing here?" She doesn't answer though, she just launches herself at him, encasing him in her arms.

"I was so worried! When I heard that you were in the hospital I came as soon as possible!" She cries into his shoulder.

"I'm okay, Rach. Just a few bumps." He assures her, a slight chuckle in his voice.

"What happened?" She asks incredulously. Finn sheepishly looks down and Ricky scoffs in the corner.

"Hudson was trying to be a hero." Ricky laughs and Finn shrugs. She looks at Finn in confusion and he calmly explains to her what happened.

"The building was on fire and there was a lady who was screaming about not having her wedding photos. Apparently her husband is stationed in Iraq and she didn't want to lose them because that's all she had of him right now. So, I ran into the burning building to retrieve the photos, and on my way back, a piece of the ceiling came loose and I tried to catch it by it slammed into my wrist and hit me in the head." He finishes and she just looks at him in astonishment.

In one quick motion, she slaps him behind the head.

"Hey!" He screams out over Ricky's laughter.

"You are an idiot, Finn! You freaking risked your life for some damn wedding photos? You could've been killed!" She screams at him and he pushes his bottom lip out.

"I'm sorry, baby. Am I forgiven?" He asks, giving her puppy dog eyes. She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're lucky I love you, Finn Hudson." She relents and he smiles at her.

The doctor walks in and tells them that Finn severely sprained his wrist and that he's going to need it wrapped. It'll take about three weeks to heal, but she's just happy her husband is okay.

He takes her out to lunch as soon as he finishes getting his wrist wrapped and then drops her off at the theater to finish the two hour rehearsal she has left.

"I love you." He says as she gets out of the car. She smiles, turning around to lean in the car.

"You may infuriate me, but I love you too." She smiles and he bows his head.

Needless to say, he makes it up to her later that night.


Present

He paces back and forth in the hospital waiting room. He can't sit still right now, not when one of his closest friends is currently being looked at by doctors.

Rachel sits in the corner of the room, staying as far away from him as possible. She occasionally stares at him, but he chooses to ignore it. It physically hurts to be in the same room with her like this. Granted, there are a few other people in here, he still feels like it's only her and him.

He checks his phone again, seeing if anyone has called. Santana's parents are on vacation right now, and no one has been able to get a hold of them. The next best thing Finn could think of was Mr. Schuester. He is currently on his way here, catching the next plane coming out. Puck and Quinn both agreed to come tomorrow as well.

A doctor emerges from the doors, causing Rachel and him to look over.

"Santana Lopez?" The doctor says and they both shoot up, quickly going to the doctor. He chuckles, looking down at his book.

"How is she?" Rachel asks, wrapping her arms around herself. The doctor looks up at the two of them, closing his book.

"She's going to be fine," he breathes out a sigh of relief and Rachel lets a small smile on her lips. "She just has some burns and she'll have a little trouble breathing, but she's going to be fine. No visitors today, though. She needs her rest." The doctor turns and leaves and he lets himself take another deep breath.

"She's going to be fine." He says and Rachel nods, her eyes welling up. All of a sudden, she throws we arms around him and she hugs him tightly. He's taken aback at first, but he recuperates and hugs her back.

The moment is nice and it feels like they are making progress, finally.

The moment doesn't last any longer because she realizes what she's doing and she drops her arms, becoming completely stiff. He drops his arms as well, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry." He says as she takes a step back.

"It was my fault. I have to go." She whispers, going to her chair and grabbing her bag before leaving. She leaves him standing in the middle of the room, with his head in his hands.


Mr. Schue stays at his apartment for three days while Santana is recovering. He gets there that night and they both go to bed as soon as he sets up his room.

It's actually really nice to have someone in his apartment. The only guests he ever has is his mom and Burt, so it's nice to have company. He's been so lonely, ever since she left him, and it's nice to have someone to talk to at least.

They don't talk much in the morning, though. Just little exchanges about how the Glee Club is doing and how Emma is. Other than that, it's mostly silent. He does, however, catch Mr. Schue staring at the pictures of Matthew that sit in his living room.

He could never bring himself to get rid of any of the pictures. Matthew pretty much consumes his entire living room. There are school pictures from the little time he spent in kindergarten and even a peewee soccer team photo.

The one he catches Will looking at the longest is the one that sits right on top of the mantle. It's a family picture of him, Rachel and Matthew. Matthew was only three when they took the pictures upon Rachel's insistence. All three of them are smiling brightly at the camera. Rachel sits on his lap, with Matthew in her arms.

It's his favorite picture.

He clears his throat when to get Mr. Schue's attention and the man jumps, not realizing Finn was watching him.

"We should probably go to the hospital now." He mutters and his teacher nods his head, following Finn outside.

They make it to the hospital to see Santana at ten. This time, she's awake and Finn couldn't be happier that she's okay.

"Hey Hudson." She croaks when he comes in. She manages a smile in his direction.

"Hey Lopez," He smirks, making his way over to the chair beside her bed. "Look who I brought." He motions to the door and Santana's face lights up when she sees her old teacher.

"Mr. Schue!" Her voice cracks and the man smiles at her.

"Santana, I'm so glad you're okay." Will says and Santana smiles.

"Only because of Hudson. He saved my life." She whispers, looking over at Finn. He smiles softly at her, grabbing her hand on the bed.

"You should rest, Santana. You look tired." He tells her when he watches her eyes droop a little. Mr. Schue agrees and promises to visit her again in a few hours. He leaves the room to call his wife and Finn begins to stand.

"Will you stay?" Santana asks, clutching his hand. He nods, his throat thick.

"Of course." He watches her contently lay down and close her eyes. It isn't long before his eyes droop as well and he falls asleep next to her.


He wakes up to hear hushed talking on the phone. Santana is awake, watching someone in front of her. His eyes close slightly again, listening to the voice.

"Yes I'm here," the voice says and he instantly recognizes his brother's feminine voice. "Yes, he is too," he responds to whoever he is talking to. "Rachel." And Finn tenses in his seat.

His brother is talking to his ex-wife.

"She's your best friend, Rachel. You should want to see her no matter what," Kurt rushes into the phone. "I don't care, Rachel. You need to get over it," Kurt sternly says in the phone. "I'm not going to tell you when he leaves, because I don't know if he honestly will. You need to grow up and realize you're priorities, Rachel. I'm finished with this discussion. Goodbye." Kurt ends the call, sighing as he does.

Finn doesn't care anymore. He lifts his head up, and gets up from the chair.

"Finn!" Kurt tries, but he's already striding to the door. He turns around before he leaves, looking at Santana.

"I'll-uh I'll be back later." He says and she closes her eyes tightly, nodding her head.

In a swift motion, he opens the door and tries to get out of the hospital as fast as he can. He ignores Mr. Schue and Blaine as they try to stop him in the lobby. Quinn and Puck try to stop him on their way back from getting coffee, but he pushes past them without a single word.

He just has to get out. He needs to get away and escape the nightmare he has been living for five years.

He's done living like this. He can't do it anymore.

He doesn't break down until he reaches an alleyway a block away.