Hiya, thanks for the beautiful reviews, the alerts, etc... This chapter sucks. It has to be said. If you want me to re-do it, I'd totally understand, but I'm feeling too tired and ill to try and improve it right now, so I figured I'd just see what you thought. Also, I'm not sure if I can update tomorrow, so I'm pretty sure I may as well just put it up today. I hope you like it, even though I'm not a massive fan...

i'm unravelling what they meant...

Finn rolled himself down the corridor, ready to sit by Rachel's bedside for another couple of hours. He was hoping Rachel would be well enough to at least sit through Matt's funeral – it was in five days after all, and he knew Rachel would be gutted if she couldn't get there. Also – and this was kind of selfish for Finn to admit – he needed Rachel there; he didn't know if he could make it through the entire thing with breaking down if she wasn't there.

Fumbling with the handle as normal, he finally pushed himself into Rachel's room. Finn looked over to his bed and he did a double take – he must have been dreaming. Rachel was sat up in his bed, smiling at him. She put her magazine down and said hello.

"Hiya Rach, um, you're up? As in properly, up?" Finn asked, confused.

"Yup! I think I've slept enough now for me to regain enough energy to stay awake and properly focused into the normal world for at the minimum two hours. Painful though my burns are, the anaesthetic has become an incredible aid. Without it I am sure my pain would be unbearable!" Rachel's voice was a lot weaker then usual, but she still managed to talk a lot more then the average person. Finn guessed it was because she'd been in the coma so long.

"Awesome! Do you, uh, know about... Matt?" Finn brought himself to ask; he couldn't bear her finding out in a few days like he did.

"Yes I do, Finn. I took a few moments earlier to cry and mourn his life, he was such an incredible dancer and showman – I will miss him greatly! And before you ask, I'll be at the funeral, whether the hospital like it or not!" She sent a soft smile his way and his stomach flopped. She must be psychic… Finn returned the smile and rolled closer to the bed.

"How are you?" Rachel asked, worry on her face as she weighed up his burns, "You are so chivalrous Finn, coming back in for me! Thank you, so, so much!"

"You're welcome and I'm okay. Matt's deaths taking a massive toll on me and the burns, yeah they kinda hurt but I guess I'll be alright… How about yourself, babe?"

"I'm okay, a little shocked and I have nightmares and things but I'm lucky and I appreciate I'm alive. And you just called me babe!" Rachel was always straight-to-the-point. Finn had totally forgotten just how forward she could be.

"Yup… yes, I did. I won't if you don't want me to. But I like calling you that… cause it proves to the world you mean a lot to me!" Finn smiled at her, his crooked half smile and it sent butterflies through her stomach.

"That's alright then!" She beamed at him and he winked at her.

"And to prove how much you mean to me further, I'd totally get up and kiss you if my feet weren't like bandaged up and kinda badly burnt," Finn smiled sheepishly at Rachel.

"Well I guess I can let you off this time…" She said with a cheeky wink, only to be interrupted by her doctor.

"Finn son, your mom's waiting for you in your room, I think it's best you don't miss her visit!" The doctor smiled at him.

"Yeah, you're probably right! Um, see you later Rach?" He smiled, squeezed her hand and begun wheeling towards the door.

"I'll try and stay awake!" She softly smiled and with one last lingering look, Finn left.

Much to the relief of Quinn, Puck hadn't left her side since she'd gotten the courage to tell him about what she'd done. He let her stay at his, he took her shopping and to the cinema, he sat and hugged her whilst they were watching television, he took her to see Beth and at night when she was screaming in her sleep, he held her close so she wouldn't feel alone. She even came with him to the hospital, this vulnerable little figure hanging onto his arm – almost like a child. It was exhausting for him and pressuring for her, but neither wanted to push the other away.

Quinn was totally ashamed of what she'd done. When she was younger, she used to laugh and point at people with big sweat bands on their wrists, shouting abuse from across the road. She thought it was silly to take your emotions out via pain, but after nights of being burnt alive in her dreams and days of being the supposedly strong one out of the gleeks, she'd felt like… the pain would be a relief? And oh my god, how it was. With every cut, and a rip of pain she felt self control of the event that had destroyed her life. Not even the pregnancy had affected her as deeply as this.

Her mom had been there for her ever since the pregnancy. She felt so blessed to have a mom like her, even if she had abandoned her at first. But not even her mom had known what to say to help her through this and although she'd been there with cupcakes and hugs, Quinn didn't have the heart to tell her she had self harmed. There was only so much a mom could cope with in a lifetime.

It was midnight in Lima now, and Quinn and Puck were in the park again. Both of them seemed to find a lot of relief from the park; it was quiet, peaceful and beautiful. There were sat on a bench, watching the stars and hugging each other.

"Puck?"

"Quinn?"

"Do you think there's such thing as a God?" Quinn asked softly. It was deep, but it was something that was bothering her ever since Matt had… passed away.

"Um. Maybe. I mean things are sorta too pretty here to be accidental, right?" His answer was filled with confusion and thought, and Quinn was impressed with this new side of Puck.

"Yeah, I guess. Does that mean there's a heaven too?" Quinn pressed on.

"If you're trying to ask me 'Has Matt gone to heaven and is he happy?' the answer is undoubtedly yes. I bet he's watching you right now, hoping you'll cheer up and understand that wherever he is, it's sure as fuck better then here," Puck clutched to her a little tighter.

"Yeah. I guess you're right, Puck…" She snuggled against his face, and he cupped her chin with his big hand, pressing his lips down onto hers. She smiled into the kiss, feeling happy for the first time in days and their tongues danced together for a while before they broke apart for air. Then, they resumed their original positions, Quinn snuggled into Puck.

"Your mom gonna be worried?" Puck asked curiously.

"Nah, she thinks I'm at Mercedes!" Quinn replied.

"Smooth – not a bad lie for a girl!" He winked at Quinn and he got a deserving elbow in the side.

"Just because you've been brilliant over the last couple of days does not mean I am going to be put down by the man!" She stuck her tongue out at him, and he rubbed his side with a smile on his face.

"Can I see?" Puck asked, and Quinn looked down, her cheeks flushing slightly pink.

"If you really want…" Quinn replied, rolling up her sleeves and throwing the sweat bands onto the bench. Her wrist looked sore, the cuts all inflamed red and scabbing over.

"Never again babe, you promise?" He looked into her eyes, slowly and carefully putting the sweatbands back on her wrist. She nodded slightly and kissed him on the cheek.

"Never again!" She promised.

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