Hey guys :) Here's your next update. Focuses on Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Finn and Rachel :) I was wondering, for my next story (no, this is not ending soon, but I like to think ahead :D) if anybody would like to write a story with me :) review if you would or message me and we can have a chat :D. Okay, enjoy lovelies, and thank you for your constant reviewing and alerts. It makes me want to update :) (L) x

Out-of-face accusations… I won't run, no...

Kurt lay in the corner of his room, curled up and leaning against the door. He wasn't quite sure why he was lay here – his original thought was that it would stop people coming in, but nobody had come in his room since Finn hadn't come home and was admitted to hospital. Carole was beside her with worry, which was understandable, and she was constantly in a rush to get to the hospital or crying herself to sleep because she was worried he'd never recover. His dad was more upset by the situation then he let on, constantly worrying after Carole and Finn, and selfish as it sounded, Kurt was sick of it. It was almost as if because the fire hadn't injured him externally, he hadn't been affected internally as well. They don't know how wrong they are… Kurt thought bitterly to himself. A lone tear ran down his cheek, and he felt an outbreak of spots on his chin. He'd not followed his skincare routine in a week and he was suffering the consequences; not as if he cared – Kurt now realised there were things more important in life. It was too short to focus on stupid things like care routines.

Kurt placed his head on the cold door, vaguely focusing on the television. It was the news, some article on the importance of fire alarms. There had been a non stop campaign since the fire a week ago and according to the report, over 2,000 people in Ohio alone had installed new and updated fire systems since the 'McKinley Disaster' as the press had nicknamed it. It was eventually fading from the news now; it had been front page for three days, in the first ten for the next two and now eventually it was just a few paragraphs near the back. This made Kurt feel sick – how could they forget something that had ripped one of his best friends away from him? That had destroyed not only his life, not only the glee clubbers lives but every single child attending the school would be affected until the day they die.

He sighed, mulling things over in his head. He should probably get in touch with Mercedes and pop over to the hospital later; he hadn't been in three days.

Kurt's train of thought was distracted by those fateful words: "McKinley Disaster". He sat up suddenly, eyes focused on the television, sucking in every word.

"Hi, I'm Sarah Westwood reporting from the scene of McKinley High, where a disastrous fire broke out exactly a week ago today. Seven children died with six being admitted into hospital with injuries; four of those have now been discharged from hospital and are said to be recovering well at home. The extent of the fire has been blamed on a fire system failure which has seemed to gone unnoticed for some time…"

Kurt yawned. They had been through all of this before. Get to the point, you silly cow…

"Breaking news released today suggests that the headteacher – Principal Figgins – has been fired for the disaster. Rumours suggest that due to his inability to run sufficient fire safety checks his headship has been questioned and ultimately been ended today. More checks are still being done by the police and detective services today…"

Kurt was horrified; he could feel the shock showing on his face. Principal Figgins – fired? The bumbling man was too weak to be a head, that was sure, but nobody deserved this. Another life forever affected… Kurt thought bitterly.

"It is suggested that although the deaths are ultimately at the fault of the fire system failure, arson is involved in this heinous event. More information on that later. Back to the studio, Rob!"

Kurt was now sat up straight, his eyes open in shock. He could feel tears welling up again, but he blinked them back and scrambled for his cell. To his surprise, he already had a few missed calls on there: all from Mercedes. He dialled her back and she picked up in moments.

"Hello Mercedes," Kurt cradled the phone against his head; he couldn't believe somebody would do that to a school of all things.

"Hey fashionista, I take it you just saw that news report?" Mercedes exclaimed – Kurt could hear the shock in her voice.

"Yuuuuup!" Kurt dragged out his word as he couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was blank.

"It's just…" For once the diva was out of words.

"Agreed."

There was a silence for a moment – a long moment.

"Still coming to the hospital tonight?" Mercedes asked with a softer toner, "I hear Rachel finally woke up today!"

"That's brilliant. And yeah, I am," Kurt's voice was dull.

"Alright, sweety. Speak to you then! I'll swing by with my car at 8pm!"

"Okay babe, bye lovely!" He mustered up some form of enthusiasm, then snapped his phone down and chucked it across the room. It smacked the radiator, leaving a massive crack down the screen. Kurt didn't even care. He just stood up and left his room.

Tina sat curled up at her computer desk, her feet tucked under her legs. She had been researching what happened to Artie for a while now as he insisted he didn't want to step foot in a doctors ever again. So, ever the caring girlfriend, Tina had spent hours online trailing medical dictionaries for reasons as to how he'd forgotten the fire. Finally, when she'd found a solution, she'd then spent a further hour confirming that she'd discovered the right one. When she was happy with her reason, she printed off some pages of information, then buzzed Artie's phone. He picked up immediately, almost as if he'd been expecting the call.

"Hey babe," He said, his voice unlike normal. Then again, it'd been like that since Tina had reminded him of everything that had happened.

"Hi Artie! Listen, sorry to annoy you and if you're not free I understand but I think I've found out what happened to you!" Tina chose her words carefully; she didn't want to offend him.

"I'm really not interested Tee, but if it means a lot to you, come round now,"

"Alrighty babe, I'll be there in five minutes!" She hopped off the chair, gathered the pieces of paper she'd printed and then ran downstairs and raced to Artie's. Tina arrived in four minutes, and as usual Artie was waiting for her on the front.

"Hi babe," she said, kissing Artie on the cheek.

"Hey! So, what've you found?" Artie asked.

"Well, according to a medical journal you had 'Situation-Specific amnesia. It can arise in a variety of circumstances (e.g., committing an offence, child sexual abuse, or maybe even from a fire) resulting in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (that might explain the strange mood swings) It has been claimed that it involves a narrowing of consciousness with attention focused on central perceptual details and that the emotional or traumatic events are processed differently from ordinary memories focused on central perceptual details and/or that the emotional or traumatic events are processed differently from ordinary memories.'"

There was a moment of silence whilst Artie processed what Tina said, then he looked up at her whilst taking her hand.

"Sounds plausible," He stated.

"Yeah, it does," She replied.

"I'm sorry…" His voice trailed off, as if he was ashamed of forgetting.

"I'm sorry too…" She didn't even know what for, but she felt like she had to say it.

They stayed there like that all evening, watching the sun set and the stars appear, hand in hand.

After yesterday at the hospital, Rachel had woken up once more. To his ultimate joy, Finn had been at her side. He refused to leave it now he knew she was there, only returning to his room for food, sleep and tests. Now, as he sat watching her sleeping body, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He tried to ignore the stab of guilt that was known as Matt that was somewhere down in his stomach because he knew that if Matt was here, he'd be happy for them.

To some extent, Finn felt really guilty. He'd tried to be the hero, but heroes didn't only save one person, they saved everybody. He'd missed Matt, and Matt was now dead. His mom would tell him he was being silly, he'd done his best and he couldn't blame himself – for all Finn knew, Matt might not have been in the choir room. But Finn still felt it, every time he woke up, every time he breathed and every time he looked at Rachel.

It was a relief for him to see Rachel sleeping, her hair now brushed out and looking better. He loved seeing her chest move up and down, her lips twitch in her sleep. It made him feel okay again; it was like Rachel was his band aid. Rachel twitched in her sleep then, as if she knew what he was saying. She whispered something inaudible in her sleep, then grew peaceful again.

Finn smiled, stroking her hand. He'd give anything to see her better. For now though, he was content with watching her sleep.

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