Okay so I haven't updated in months. Much apologies, exams hit me, and mocks have hit me, and my final year of school is actually exceptionally difficult! But I'm back. And I'm sorry if this isn't satisfactory, but I've done my best :) Here it is, sums up a lot I guess. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for sticking with me so far! Reviews will make me update faster *hint hint* not like I deserve them! This story is coming to an end now, but here's the chapter...

'everytime i fall asleep my dreams are haunted...'

It was early. Too early for Puck. The sun wasn't even up fully yet, but he knew he had to make this apology right, and if it meant getting up at the fucking crack of dawn, he would. Puck knew how Quinn liked to sometimes see the sunrise, to appreciate the sanctity of life or some crap like that.

But if it meant something to Quinn, it meant something to Puck.

He owed her one big-ass apology. He'd been such an asswipe it was un-fucking-believable, so if it meant going to the shops at around 6am in the morning to get her some presents (without stealing them) and then going to her house to see her, then he sure as hell would.

So, like the whipped fucker he was, he got up, drove to the shops and bought her a couple of 'I'm-sorry-I-deserve-shooting' apology presents and went to her house.

Going to Quinn's always made him inferior. The houses on this street were freaking massive and posh with it. But Puckerman was anything but a pussy, and after a minutes pep-talk, he got out of his car and rang her cell.

After three rings, it went to voicemail.

He knew that apology was going to be difficult, but flat out rejection? Unexpected. Then again, Quinn was the Queen of Cool before the fire, and Puck really shouldn't have expected anything less from her.

"Fuck it." He cursed under his breath. Chucking the bag he was holding over the fence, he stood back and took a run at the gate, getting over in seconds.

Quinn appeared at her window. Puck could see her pale face gazing at him, eyes throwing daggers at him as he approached the tree he'd climbed a million times before. He climbed it stealthily and with ease, a cheeky smirk on his face as he neared her balcony and jumped over.

A shiver ran down his spine when he saw her eyes hadn't even registered him – there wasn't a flicker of recognition or any emotion at all. He tapped on her window three times, and only then did he get a look of disgust. Opening her balcony door, she sighed with impatience and ushered him in.

"What?" There was no hello, just a one syllable word that made him think maybe this was going to be harder then he anticipated.

"I'm sorry."

She didn't even blink, taking three strides across her room and grabbing a dictionary before walking back and smacking him on the torso with it.

"So you're SORRY now are you? You're SORRY you made me run away at god knows what time at night, in the pitch black putting me at risk of rape or murder? You're SORRY I cut myself again because of you? You're SORRY for letting me believe it was my fault Matt died?" she whacked the dictionary across him again before looking away, hurt finally showing in her eyes.

Wincing slightly from the hits – Quinn could freaking hit hard! – Puck gave her a few moments to calm down before walking up to her slowly and enveloping her into a hug.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered into her hair, stroking her back as she nestled into him, "I missed this and you so much. I love you, Quinn. We're meant to be, we're perfect for each other. You bring out everything good in me and I bring elements of excitement to your life. We need each other; please don't let us lose that because I'm an ass hole!"

There was a moments silence before Quinn looked up at him.

"Bacon. You have bacon, don't you?"

"A bacon sandwich, no sauces and on a white toasted muffin, just the way you like it!" Puck let go of Quinn and rustled through the bag, grabbing the sandwich and presenting it to her.

"I know it means you're sorry when you bring me bacon, Puckerman!" she grinned at him, her eyes watering slightly.

"And flowers!" he grinned, "white roses, your favourites!"

Taking the bacon sandwich and the roses, Quinn threw them on her bed and looked up at the best thing in her life.

"I'm sorry I messed up Quinn. You mean everything to me, and that night I missed Matt so fucking much and I didn't know what to do. But it's not your fault, it was just meant to be and I'm so sorry I let this happen to you again. It's never gonna happen again babe, because I'm always gonna be here for you. I love you, Fabray!"

"I love you too, Puck."

She stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed him softly. Puck didn't know what the hell he'd done to deserve something as amazing as this, but he was going to be forever grateful.

Rachel was cuddled up to Finn on her sofa, Harry Potter 6 playing on the television. It wasn't that she didn't like Harry Potter, but she felt that her time could be used more wisely by studying musical theatre, or trawling through record stores, or practising her solos for the return of New Directions. Still, if it made Finn happy – which it apparently did by the awe struck grin on his face – it made her happy. It wasn't as if she disliked being close to Finn anyway.

After two weeks of physio, they were both more or less back to normal. They had to apply lotion to their wounds, but they had both regained full use of their limbs, Rachel because of her exceptional dance training and Finn because of his football strength. Rachel couldn't but be incredibly relieved – using wheelchairs and being reliant on her fathers was tedious and exhausting. Now she could do as she pleased, and she intended to go visit Brittany as soon as possible.

When the film finally ended and began rolling the credits, Finn shook Rachel, who had curled up asleep on his shoulder. She yawned – the totally cutest yawn in the freaking world according to Finn – and blinked a couple of times, looking up at Finn.

"I am sorry Finn; I did not intend to fall asleep throughout the film you so desperately wanted to see. I must be exhausted!" she stretched a little and snuggled into him tighter.

"It's cool babe. I didn't understand like half the words you used, but it's cool!" he smiled down at her, "are you really tired? Cause if you are I'll go home!"

"No, certainly not, I enjoy your company! There was something I hoped we could do this afternoon actually?"

"Anything for you, Rach!"

"I wouldn't mind paying a visit to Brittany in the hospital. I hear she is recovering exceptionally well from her injuries and I wouldn't want her going home thinking we didn't care enough to make an effort to see her."

"You're one of the most selfless people I know Rachel. Of course we can go see her; I'll go get the truck fired up now!" He stood up to show his willingness to go to the hospital, bent down to give Rachel a quick kiss and then left to find his car keys. Rachel followed suit, waiting for Finn to leave before locking up and joining him in the truck. It was a quick drive to the hospital and they were soon in the reception, asking for the room number of Brittany Pierce.

"Room 43. I'm glad to see your injuries are healing well Rachel." The receptionist smiled at Rachel; by the end of Rachel's stay in hospital, there wasn't a member of staff who hadn't known her.

"Thanks Sarah!" She grabbed Finn's hand and they walked quietly across the wards to where Brittany was. She was sat up in bed, chatting lively to her mom and it didn't seem like a good idea to disturb her right now. They slumped into seats outside her room, still grasping hands.

"Finn, are you okay?" Rachel asked worriedly. He had turned a little pale, and his palm was getting sweaty.

"I'm fine Rachel. It's just strange; a month ago you were in here fighting for your life. You were inches from death and you survived. Right in this very hospital. It's eerie being back here. In this very hospital, Brittany was pulled back from death too. And in this very hospital, I was saved from death... and Matt, Matt was pronounced dead. I don't like being here; it makes me feel creeped out." He shuddered, grasping tighter onto Rachel's hand.

"But I'm here, okay? And so is Brittany, and so are you! We're still here, living and breathing and existing. Matt died, and it's the worst thing that's ever happened to us, but it was for a reason and no matter how vicious and nasty that reason is, at least he's in a better place. This hospital is our godsend, because without it, I wouldn't have ever gotten you back. Before, me and you, we weren't together and I was losing out on so much that I didn't realise because I was so self centred and my life was all about me. So this place, no matter how creepy, is a miracle, because it gave me my everything." Rachel looked up at Finn to see the colour restored to his face.

"I love you Rachel Berry, so much."

"I love you too Finn Hudson!"

The door to Brittany's room swung open then, and her mom came out.

"Hello kids, you must be from that lovely glee club my Brit was always telling me about?" She addressed Finn and Rachel with a nervous smile.

"Hello, yes, we're the co-leaders of New Directions! How's Brittany been?" Rachel asked.

"Brittany's recovering well. No-ones sure how she got shot and to be quite honest, I don't really care as long as I have my Brit back. You can pop in to see her if you like, I have to get home and have a nap because the hospital run is exhausting!"

"Thank you, Ms Pierce; it was nice to meet you!" Rachel said, Finn nodding in the background.

"Anytime. By the way, you were very talented at Sectionals last year. Your rendition of Don't Rain on My Parade was incredible, I adore that song and you did it justice. Well done!" With that, Brittany's mom tottered down the hall, her black skirt swishing as she walked.

"I love that woman!" Rachel breathed and Finn laughed.

"That's because you're amazing Rachel! Come on, let's go see Brit!" He stood up and knocked on the door, opening it when he heard a cheery 'Come in!'.

"Hey Brit, how's things been?" Finn asked, slipping into the chair next to her bed. Rachel sat on the other side, nodding her hello to the blonde cheerio.

"It's pretty here. They have nice food and things, and I have a comfy bed and I've been getting loads of presents off people and things, so it's cool. I can't wait to go home and see my teddies again though, and see my room!"

"Oh dear, we should have brought you some flowers!" Rachel sighed loudly, cursing herself for being so foolish.

"It's okay! Flowers only rot after all, it's probably nicer to keep them in the ground and let them live!" Brittany nodded contently.

"Fair enough... totally..." Finn nodded, unsure of what to say.

"So, erm, are you feeling better?" Rachel asked.

"Sure! It hurt loads at first, but now it's better and it was worth it and things. I'm kind of sad I'll never be able to cheer again, but I'm alive so it's cool! Mike asked me out too, so I'm happier then I was before!" Brittany nodded again.

Just as Rachel was about to speak, Mike entered the room.

"Hey Brit, today I brought you... OH hi Finn and Rachel! Long time no speak!" Mike waved at the couple and Brittany.

"It's okay, it's probably best we leave now!" Rachel explained.

"Totally. See you Mike and Brittany!" Finn added. Rachel hugged Mike and waved to Brittany, as did Finn before they left the room.

Things were finally on the right tracks again.

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