"Tell me dude, do you think Santana will ever fall for the Puck-Master again?" Puck said poking the burnt side of his face and hoping Mike would laugh, but Mike just sighed and bowed his head. "Hey man, I was kidding. Of course she will. Girls can't resist me." This time Mike did smile slightly.

"Yeah, you just wish that girls were just all over you." He said softly.

"So what exactly happened? I can't even remember what we were singing in Glee." Puck propped himself up on his elbows.

"Yeah, that's because you skipped rehearsal." Mike said, with only a slight hint of scorn.

"Oh yeah, I was in the locker room with that new girl on the Cheerios." Puck smiled at the memory. Mike laughed in his soft shy way.

"Well I don't know exactly what happened." Mike began, "My guess is that you got knocked out during the stampede. Then Artie dragged you almost to the door. After he passed out Finn and I ran in and got you two out."

"Wait a minute, Wheels got me out?" Puck asked. Mike nodded.

"He was knocked out of his wheelchair. When he was trying to get out, he grabbed you and pulled you along." He finished. Puck lay back on his pillows.

"All of his high school life, I tortured Artie, what was I thinking? I feel like a big jerk."

"You were a big jerk." Mike said, and Puck laughed.

"Yeah, well it still doesn't explain why Artie tried to save me." Puck made a mental note to thank Artie. Wait. Did Artie make it out? As if reading Puck's mind Mike showed him a text sent from Rachel. It said "RTs going 2 B ok thx god!" Puck sighed in relief.

"Did anyone… not get out?" Puck chose his words carefully. Mike suddenly burst into tears.

"I d-don't kn-know." He sobbed, "I w-want ev-everyone to be ok-k, b-b-but I j-just d-don't know." Puck reached out and took Mike's hand.

"Mike, it's okay." He said trying his best to be sympathetic, "Dude everyone's probably fine."

"Puck?" a soft voice from the doorway called. Puck's head whipped around.

"Quinn!" Puck said as he spotted the yellow clad figure in the doorway. Quinn ran over to Puck and kissed him.

"Thank god you're okay." She said, breaking away. "Do you know who got out?"

"Well," Mike said, sniffing, "We've heard from Mercedes, Finn, Matt, Britt, Santana, and Rachel. Artie's in the hospital, but he's going to be okay. I know that Kurt and Tina are in here too, I just don't know if they're okay." As though he could hear them, Finn called Mike's phone. The three friends jumped at the sound.

"Hello?"

"Mike?"

"Finn? You okay man?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I gotta tell you something bad though."

"What?"

"Kurt died." Mike dropped the phone. He doubled over and threw up on the pristine white floor. Quinn jumped back to avoid being splattered. Mike kept dry heaving for a while after his stomach was empty.

"Mike?" Quinn put her hand on his shoulder, "What did Finn tell you? What's making you so upset?"

"K-Kurt…" Mike couldn't say it. He fell off his chair and sobbed on the floor. Quinn knelt down and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Mike." She said in a voice that can only be described as motherly, "Did Kurt, uh, die?" Mike shuddered and sobbed harder. The terror that raced trough his heart was killing him. He coughed and nodded. All he heard before he fainted again was Puck yelling "NO!" and Quinn sobbing.

Mr. Schuester lay in his bed. He turned over to look at the perfect shape of Emma's sleeping body. After the fire, they had raced to the hospital to check on the baby that Emma was carrying. This was why the couple was lying in bed at four in the afternoon. Emma had lost the baby. In all the confusion, she had fallen down the main stairs. After the fateful doctor's visit, Emma and her husband had gotten into bed turned off all the lights and just slept. Neither of them wanted to face the empty void where their child was supposed to be. Emma didn't want to think about the pink paint waiting in the closet to paint the nursery. Emma just wanted a few hours of not thinking about anything. A few hours to pretend it never happened.

Matt punched the dashboard.

"What a time to be stuck in traffic!" he shouted at the cars in front of him. "Sorry." He said to the two crying girls in the backseat. Santana had been explaining everything to Brittany as they rode to the hospital. It had taken a while, but she got it now.

"Sant-t-tana?" Brittany whimpered, "What happens if they all die, and we're the only ones left on the planet?" Santana looked at her best friend.

"Britt, that won't happen. I promise." She said.

"This is ridiculous!" Matt punched the dashboard again. Why couldn't he get to Mike? After fifteen minuets they finally got through the traffic. All three of them raced up the steps to the big front doors of the hospital. After going back and stopping Brittany from petting the stone lions, they ran up to the desk.

"Mike Chang!" Matt said as soon as they were at the front desk.

"I'm sorry?" said the lady at the desk.

"Mike Chang, our friend, is he here?" Santana said.

"Hmm… Chang, Chang oh! Mike Chang was here, but he was released. He asked to see Noah Puckerman." Matt felt a warm surge of relief. Mike was safe, but what about Puck and the other members of Glee?

"Could you give me a list of all the people from WMHS that were admitted today?" Santana said taking Brittany's hand out of the bowl of mints on the counter.

"Sweetie if you'll just sit down I get that for you in a minute." Said the lady with a sugar-sweet smile.

"Thank you." Said Brittany as they sat down. If there was one thing Brittany hated it was waiting. She didn't like the uncertainty and sometimes she forgot what she was waiting for and left before she got it. This was not one of those times. Brittany understood death. Death was when people took your hamster to a farm far, far away and never let you see them again. She didn't want any of her friends to be sent away.

"Here you are." said the lady as she gave them a piece of paper. Matt looked over the names.

Rachel L. Berry Released

John Hoffman Room 22

Rebecca Jackson Room 38

George Watson Room 46

Mike Chang Released

Arthur T. Abrams Room 81

Samantha A. Jorgensen Deceased

Noah Puckerman Room 41

Sean S. Thomason Deceased

Tina C. Chang Room 85

Kurt Hummel Deceased

It was a while before any of them could stop crying.

"Rachel, you have got to tell him." Finn took her hand and gestured to the closed door that led into Artie's room.

"I can't do that to him." Rachel protested, "You saw how hurt he was when he found out about Kurt. Think Finn, if you had just been trampled and burnt and then woken up only to find out that one of your best friends was killed would you want to know that I was in a coma?"

"I wouldn't want my friends to lie." He said almost coldly.

"Excuse me, is this room 81?" Finn turned to see Mr. Abrams standing behind him.

"Uh, yeah, sure go in we were just leaving." Finn said awkwardly surveying Artie's family. Artie's parents and a girl who looked about fourteen were standing together, but behind them was a boy who looked to be about twenty. All of them had the same anxious worried expression. Finn nodded and opened the door. After sharing a glance with Rachel they made their way back to the waiting room.

"Finn! Rachel!" was all Rachel heard before Brittany almost knocked her down with a hug.

"Do you want me to make some pancakes Em?" Will asked gently brushing Emma's hair off her face.

"Will, it's four thirty in the afternoon." She said. Emma rolled over onto her other side. She wanted to hide the tears that had caught her off guard.

"I know," said Will, "But I really feel like making you pancakes." He kissed her forehead as he got up. After turning on the light and trying not to look at the crib that stood in the living room, he made his way into the kitchen.

"Will?" Emma stood in the doorway, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know." He sighed, "But I promise that it will work out for us." He took Emma into his arms and held her there.

"I don't think I want pancakes anymore." Will said, "How about I make you some pasta." Emma sniffed and nodded.

"Pasta it is then."

"Did the farm people come and take any of our friends?" Everyone looked at Brittany, "If they did maybe we could call them and talk or even visit." She continued.

"Britt," Santana said, slowly, "Let me explain something to you." She put her arm around the blond Cheerio and sat down a ways away. Rachel could see Brittany's face changing from confused to scared.

"I, uh, heard about Kurt," Matt put his hand on Finn's shoulder, "I'm really sorry man." Finn nodded and sat down. Why did it have to be Kurt? Why did everything have to go wrong?

"Artie?" Artie opened his eyes.

"Hey Sam." He said, spotting his little sister.

"You okay lil' bro?" Artie smiled as his older brother, Tyler, ruffled his hair.

"They say I'll be fine, but I might have trouble moving my left arm for a bit." Artie pushed himself up onto the pillows. "So," he said, "What's going on in the world of the normal?"

"Nothing." His father said, "It seems the whole town is buzzing with fear from the fire. Does anyone know what caused it?" Artie thought for a minute. He knew what started the fire, but…

"No." he said plainly, "No one knows anything."

"Who left these?" asked Samantha, smelling one of the daisies, "Was it Tina?" She batted her eyes playfully at her older brother.

"Samantha!" Mrs. Abrams scolded her, "Don't tease!"

"No it wasn't Tina." Artie replied, "It was that girl Rachel you saw her outside with Finn."

"Ooooo! Tina's got competition!" Sam giggled. Her mother rolled her eyes. Artie and Tyler laughed.

"Well, I'm taking little Missy here back to school" Sam looked at her mother in shock.

"Mum! I can't leave!" She said in an appalled tone.

"You have a science test that you are not missing." She said sternly, "But we can come back later." She and Sam said goodbye to Artie and walked out to the hall.

"Mister Abrams?" They all turned. Dr. Grumman was standing in the doorway holding a clipboard, "I have to go over some things with you." She said gesturing to the clipboard.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." Mr. Abrams turned to his eldest son, "Take care of your brother Tiger." Tyler smiled. He thought his father had forgotten his old nickname. After Mr. Abrams and the doctor had left, Tyler sat down next to Artie's bed.

"You," he said, "have the worst luck in the history of ever." Artie laughed.

"Yeah, well if you look at it logically, I have the best luck in the world." Tyler scratched the back of his head.

"How the hell does that make any sense."

"Well," Artie began, "I wasn't supposed to live after that car crash and here I am today. And the odds of me actually getting out of that fire were pretty slim, but I'm lucky enough to have a good enough friend who will run into the fire to save me. And throughout all of these trials, my family has stayed together, I have never fallen behind in school work, and I'm able to play the guitar." Artie looked very smug. Tyler just laughed.

"And you have a girlfriend." He added. Artie smiled.