Sorry about the lack of updates! My computer deleted the chapter, and I had to rewrite it. As I've been out all weekend, I couldn't post it until now! This chapter is the final chapter to put the scenario in place, things will keep moving faster from here on in. I hope you enjoy, and please review. You've been so incredible up to now, I can't thank you enough. Please keep it up! Enjoy :)!

'Need to know, if you're there, if you're listening to my prayers...'

Matt Rutherford. If you said that name to the entire tenth grade, about 10% of them would be able to tell you who I am. The football team, the glee club and a couple of random kids I chat to every now and again. I've never really made a massive impression on the school; I've never done anything incredible with my life. Them kids who are invisible: they get by without slushies but aren't really noticed. That's me. I never minded before the fire. I kind of appreciated it, being invisible was better then being stereotyped as a geek or using a term from Coach Sylvester 'sub-basement'. Sometimes, I wished I could do more for the Rachel Berry's of the year, but I didn't see the point of usurping my very comfortable position in the faculty. I guess I never regretted that more than in the last five minutes of my life...

"They will so be screwing tonight!" Puck said to Matt, a smirk written on his face. He laughed a deep laugh that he had to fake from the bottom of his stomach somewhere. When he heard Finn slam the door, Matt felt sort of guilty. He liked Finn, and he didn't want to offend him in anyway. Still, by the time Finn had come back, they'd be onto a new song anyway. Matt looked towards Rachel, who was still fuming. He could tell by her cute little elf ears that she was mad – they were tinged red. Matt was totally into Rachel Berry. He had no explanation for it and they were complete opposites, but he couldn't help feel his heart tug a little when she smiled at him, or when she bossed him around. Likewise, he couldn't help feel a stab of jealousy somewhere in his gut when she kissed Finn or sang a duet with him.

Rachel was the reason he was taking vocal lesson outside of glee. Matt figured if he got stronger vocally he could snatch the male lead. His dancing was already miles ahead of Finn – and if he became the male lead, he'd become braver to stick up for Rachel and other kids like her. Especially against that creepy Jacob kid. Then, Rachel could see his true colours and his vocal talent and maybe – just maybe, she'd see him. And maybe then she'd just so happen to fall out of love with Hudson and into love with Matt. He knew it was a long shot, but it was the best he had.

Rachel and Mr Schue were talking by the piano. Rachel was bobbing her head up and down, her mouth moving frantically and enthusiastically, whereas Mr Schue was looking at the music sheets he had in front of him, trying to interrupt so he could tell Rachel the potential new song for Nationals. Music sheets... music sheets... the words set off alarms in Matt's head. He'd left his sheets for vocal training in his locker.

'Sometimes being invisible has its advantages' he thought as he slipped out of the door and ran down the corridors to his locker. Searching through his locker, it took him at least ten minutes to find his sheets buried under his gym kit. Grabbing the sheets, he turned around only to see smoke billowing from beneath the canteen door. And a science lab... and the corridors behind him to the fire exit. His heart skipped a beat and he nearly screamed like a girl there and then. Taking a long breath, he though of how to get out. He'd have to go back the way he came and hope to God that there was no more fire that way. He began to run, his music sheets tucked safely under his arm. All the classrooms to the left of the corridors were on fire. He could hear explosions going off as the science labs went up, the chemicals reacting violently to the fire. The smoke began to choke him, his lungs getting more and more constricted and taking in less and less followed the labyrinth of classrooms and eventually he could see the choir room, way up ahead. He broke into a sprint until he felt something slip from underneath his arm. His sheets flew behind him to just outside an empty classroom. He stopped, turning back to grab them and then get out.

Everything seemed to slow down for Matt then. He turned around, spying the fire that was catching up to him faster and faster. He took a second to weigh it up, then thought he could chance it. Darting back, he rushed to the sheets, tripping over his own feet and skidding on his knees to just outside the door. Gulping the oxygen in, he gathered his sheets, and staggering to his feet. Once on his feet, he spied inside the classroom to see if anyone needed help. He couldn't see anybody, but what he did see scared him so much more. A bottle of chemicals. And a flame. He began to run, but his movements were too slow. The explosion tore at the back of his legs, burning his skin and sending him to the floor. Dizzy and disorientated – the music sheets far from his mind – he crawled across the floor, desperate to see the door which meant freedom. The explosion had destroyed his legs though, and soon he gave up, in too much pain to continue. He crawled to a corner near lockers, waiting to be rescued. He really hoped there was a god right now. And a heaven.

Matt sat there, thinking about his life. How he wished he'd told Rachel how he felt sooner. How he wished the vocal lessons hadn't screwed him over like this. How he wished he'd told somewhere where he'd gone. How much he wished he hadn't been invisible. The word invisible rang in his mind until some of the ceiling gave way. Matt let out one final cry of agony, then fell still.

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