A/N: This would have been up earlier but for some reason it wouldn't let me upload yesterday :S

Part Fifteen

Finn barged through yet another set of double doors; Quinn hot on his heals, when he finally found Santana. She saw him immediately and ran straight into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Where is she?" He asked her, unable to hold back the urgency in his voice. She took his hand and led him to Brittany's room.

"In there," she said, motioning for him to go first. As he stepped into the room and his eyes landed on her pale face he felt himself go numb. The sounds around him faded out and his legs start to give way. He found his way to a chair by her bed and took her hand in his; it felt cold.

"I'm sorry, Brittany…" he told her, so softly that barely any sound escaped him. He stared at her eyelids, willing them to open but instead found his mind shutting down. He stopped being able to focus and his surrounding continued to disappear from his consciousness. Until all he was aware of was the constant beeping of her heart monitor and her cool skin in his hand.

"I just turned up to her house," the voice said through tears, "She wasn't in the bedroom, but when I checked the bathroom… There was so much blood…"

"Is she going to be ok?" Finn heard someone ask.

"We have given her a blood transfusion, all we can do is wait,"

"I'm her fucking girlfriend! Don't tell me what I can and can't do!"

"Finn, I brought you some food," someone told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head, refusing to take it.

"Finn, do you want me to take you home so you can get some rest?" he shook his head again.

"I think it's shock, we should call the parents again,"

"No!" the screams seemed to pierce through his eardrums, "I'm not leaving her! Get off me you psycho bitch! Get the fuck off me you fucking whore!"

"Maybe you can do something to help,"

"Finn, Finn listen to me," he felt a hand on his cheek and turned his head to face the speaker. "Finn, it's time to go home, you haven't eaten or slept since you got here, you must have been awake for over 48 hours, sweetie,"

"I'm not tired,"

"Finn," another voice said to him, "This isn't a discussion, Brittany won't get miraculously better if you get worse, and I'm sure she'll be much happier to see you if you can think and speak properly when she wakes up," the mention of Brittany's name seemed to snap him to his senses a little bit. He looked around the room; the morning light was shining through the curtains. He checked the clock, quarter past nine.

"Finn, come on, you really need to go to bed," he turned back to face the voice and recognized his mom with Kurt and Burt standing behind her looking concerned.

"Where's Quinn? Where's Santana?"

"Quinn's mom took her home the first night," Kurt explained, "But she came back in the morning and was there all day but then she left again last night,"

"Santana stayed almost as long as you did," Burt continued, "But Brittany's dad took her home a few hours ago, she was becoming hysterical, she was getting in the way of the doctors and the nurses."

"Oh…" he replied, still unable to think clearly.

"Finn, honey, the nurses are worried you're in shock," his mom explained, "You haven't eaten or slept and have barely responded to anything, you really need to get some sleep."

"I don't want to leave her…" he told them, beginning to cry, squeezing Brittany's hand and hoping she understood.

"Finn, come on," Burt said, "We promise we'll bring you back as soon as you've had sleep." Finn wanted to refuse but he knew they were right. He stood up, legs still shaky, and let them lead him towards the door. The car ride seemed fast, in fact he barely even remembered it, it felt like only a minute between getting out of the chair in the hospital and collapsing onto his bed at home.

As much as he tried to resist, he fell into a dreamless sleep in seconds.

He woke up to the sound of shuffling in his room, as he opened his eyes he saw a pile of fresh toast sitting on his bedside table and his stomach began to groan.

"Morning, sleepy head," Finn rolled onto his back to find Quinn looking down at him smiling, "Eat up." She Turned around and went back to tidying Finns room.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"I'm tidying your pigsty of a room," She picked up a piece of paper from his floor and turned to him disapprovingly, "This homework is from three months ago, what's it doing on your floor?" He grinned at her and she began to laugh, going back to tidying. Suddenly, Finns memory returned and he sat bolt upright in bed.

"Brittany!" he said, beginning to panic, "I've got to get back to hospital, I need to make sure she's ok!" he jumped out of bed and made a move for the door but Quinn blocked his path.

"Sit down, eat your toast, starving yourself won't make Brittany better, you haven't ate since we were with Beth and that was almost 3 days ago," she picked up a piece of toast shoving it into his hand. "You've been asleep for almost 24 hours, I knew you'd wake up soon, it's fresh, now eat!"

"But Brittany…"

"I went to visit yesterday after you'd left, when I was leaving I gave the nurse my phone number and made her promise to have someone ring me when she woke up, do you know how mad at you Brittany will be if you starve to death before she wakes up, now eat," He did as he was told and went to sit on the bed. He watched Quinn tidy as he ate, and every so often she would catch him staring and smirk to herself.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here? I mean you made me breakfast, you're tidying my room… Why are you doing all this for me?" he asked her.

"You needed me, so I came," she replied, smiling at him.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that, well, my mom needed convincing to let me stay here last night, and your mom and Burt needed a bit of convincing to let me stay in your room so I could be here as soon as you woke up, but yeah, just like that,"

"Wait, you slept in here last night?" he asked.

"Yeah, if you're mom asks, I slept on the floor," she warned him.

"Thank you," he told her, nerves bubbling up in him. He thought about how peaceful his sleep had been and thought about her lying next to him, he couldn't help but connect the two together. 'Now's you're chance moron! Tell her how you feel, tell her you love her, just get on your knees and beg her to take you back! She was here, you obviously mean something to her, do it!'

"Hey Quinn, there was something I needed to tell you," she looked at him questioningly and he continued, "I was actually going to say it before we left Shelby's, the thing is, well us, we had like… well you were there for me, and you always seem to know the right thing to say, and well…" his cheeks flushed red as he realised he was rambling, 'Just do it, you twat!'

"What is it?"

"The thing is, Quinn, I'm-" he began to say but was interrupted by her phone ringing. 'You have to be freaking kidding me!' he thought to himself. He watched her as she listened to whoever was on the other line and a huge smile began to play across her face.

"She's awake!"

A/N: I know it's been really Finn heavy the past few chapters but there's going to be a lot more Brittany now that she's back, so don't worry.