"HELP! PLEASE, SOMEBODY! I THINK MY GIRLFRIEND'S DEAD!" Finn couldn't keep the fear out of his voice. Two ME's ran over to him. They put Rachel on a gurney and pushed her away. Finn ran after. They lead him to a place where a few other people on gurneys, sitting up straight getting burns treated. Finn and Rachel's gurney were heading toward an ambulance. They got there just as another gurney with a different passenger arrived.

"Damn! This is the last one we can only take one more." The driver said.

"Take her! She needs it more! Look at her!" Finn cried, not bothering to look at the other person trying to make it to the hospital. The ME's looked at each other and nodded.

"No, no, no he needs this!" Finn heard a voice beside him say but he didn't care. He was too busy loading Rachel in the back of the ambulance.

"We'll try to stabilize him and then get him to the hospital as quick as we can." Then the doors closed and Rachel was gone. Finn heard the ME's working on the boy beside him, and someone crying.

"Di-did F-f-inn make it?" Finn's head whipped around. Then he saw the boy on the gurney. His face looked the same. The same porcelain skin, the same sharp features, it was the eyes that were different. Those clear blue eyes now looked haunted with worry and panic, and his delicate hands were practically black. It was undoubtedly Kurt. The person crying next to him was Mercedes. Finn walked over to them.

"Kurt," he whispered softly, "I'm here."

"Finn… I… c… can't… I can't… br-breathe" Kurt's voice was weak. When he tried to take a breath it sounded like an old radio crackling.

"Hey, it's okay." Finn said as he brushed Kurt's hair back with his hand. He kept stroking Kurt's soft hair but his mind was somewhere else. Kurt was way worse off than Rachel. Why was he so selfish? He only thought about the one he loved and so had forgotten that there were others who needed help. Mercedes stopped crying and leaned against Finn.

"Hey look Kurt, the ambulance is almost here you're going to make it. Just hold on," It was obviously a fake cheeriness in her voice, "Hold on Kurt." She said, and then burst into tears.

"Finn… please… my mom…I… need… mom." Kurt was sounding desperate, "Finn… where is my mom… she … why is… isn't she here to hold me! I need her!" Tears were streaming out of Kurt's eyes. His black hand grabbed at Finn's collar, pulling him down, "WHERE IS SHE!" Finn could think of nothing else to do. He sat down on the gurney and went back to stroking Kurt's hair. Then Finn had a thought. He closed his eyes and stared singing, "You're not alone, together we stand I'll be by your side you know I'll take your hand…" As Finn sang, Kurt's grip on his shirt loosened.

Mike would have rather shaved his head than admit that he was rushing to get to English class. They were doing a poetry unit and he was really happy. Besides singing and dancing, poetry was his passion. Sometimes he would write a poem and it would lead to a song. After writing some music to go with the words, he would start working on a dance.

"Hey man! Wait up!" Mike turned.

"Oh hey." Mike said to his three friends that were walking toward him.

"We were thinking of skipping. I wanted to go and ride the magic box that takes you to new places, but Santana wanted to go for slushies." Brittany said with a carefree toss of her head. Mike didn't have the heart to tell Brittany that the elevator wasn't magic.

"Nah, I think I'll pass." Mike hardly ever spoke more than ten words at a time. He was very shy. This did not go unnoticed by his friends and they were careful to give him his space. The most they had seen him open up was when they were singing to mister Schuester.

"That's cool dude. Catch you on the flipside!" Matt said smiling at his best friend. Mike smiled back; glad his secret was still safe. After his friends left, Mike ran down the hallway. As he ran he tried to think of a good excuse for being late. He was so concentrated on thinking of one that he almost didn't hear Tina's scream. Mike saw her fall, saw the flames, and without a thought for his own safety, Mike ran to her. By the time he got there, it was almost too late. The flames were so close to Tina that her pink extensions were melting. The skin on her legs looked like something you might see in one of those gory movies Matt liked to watch. He grabbed her hands and pulled. He scooped her up and took off toward the stairs. He managed to stumble down them without dropping Tina. Mike reached the door. He tried to push it open but for some reason it wouldn't budge. The fumes were choking him. Mike held Tina tight, and kicked the door with all the strength he had left. The fresh air felt wonderful. It was amazing to be out of that smoke filled building. He ran toward the flashing lights he saw in the distance.

"PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! SHE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!" Mike called to the world. A few ME's with a gurney came over. Mike gently lay Tina down and helped them push her to the parking lot. They parked beside another gurney. Mike heard urgent voices beside him and looked.

"Finn! Mercedes!" Finn, who was consoling Mercedes, looked up.

"Mike! Oh thank god you're okay! Oh my god! Tina! Not Tina and Kurt!"

Mike couldn't take the pain anymore. He wanted to know where his friends were. Where was Matt? Did he make it out? There was just no way of knowing, and that scared Mike. As he sobbed on the ground he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around him. Mike heard Mercedes' soft voice in his ear.

"Shhhhh… It's okay. It's okay Mike." She said, holding him like he was her own child. Soon Mike felt a large hand on is shoulder. Finn.

"Hey man, look up." Finn said. Mike shook his head. He didn't want to see Kurt lying there or Tina's lungs being pumped with air.

"Mike, I think you might want to look up." It was Mercedes this time, and this time Mike listened. He looked up and saw Matt, Brittany, and Santana running toward him. Mike jumped up and pulled Matt into a warm embrace.