The doors of the hospital swung open and Finn ran in- straight up to the front desk, slamming his hand down sharply onto the cool metal. He was shaking, there were tears in his eyes- but most of all he was scared. So scared that he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. And the fear wasn't even for himself. It was for her. The first girl to capture his heart.

"Hello Sir, how can I…?" began the receptionist cheerfully.

"Quinn Fabray…" Finn said bluntly, gazing at the floor trying to pull himself together. Her name echoed in his head. He could suddenly remember every time he'd said it. From the first time it rolled off his lips in a repeat of what she had just told him. He never thought he'd be doing this.

"What about her sir?" asked the receptionist plainly. Finn opened his mouth to shout angrily at her, but Santana cut in before he had the chance.

"What room is she in?" she demanded, stepping in front of Finn and giving the woman behind the desk the best glare she had. This was not the time for nice Santana- she wanted to know where her girl was.

"She's in surgery at the moment but…" she began typing words into her computer, "When she's out she'll be taken to IC5, on the 7th floor."

Finn didn't wait to hear anymore, speeding off in the other direction, with Santana mumbling a quick thanks over shoulder, before following him quickly into the lift.

"Finn slow down- she won't even be there when we get there," she said, leaning against the wall slowly, watching as Finn jabbed his fingers into the buttons. She didn't even fully understand why he cared so much. He had just broken up with her- but she could see that this was killing him." Stop it, if you tap that button two hard you'll shatter the glass."

"I DON'T CARE!" he screamed, sliding down the wall and putting his head in his hands, coving his face.

All that Santana could hear was Quinn screaming the same thing just a few days before…

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"Where the hell is this god damn bus?" Puck yelled, whacking his hand against the pole in sheer frustration. This could not be happening. Not to her. Never to her.

"I am so confused…" began Brittany plainly, looking for Santana, Quinn and Finn amongst the bustling crowds outside the airport.

"Shut the hell up everyone," screeched Sam from where he was sat on the pavement- his head resting against the building. "Seriously- this bus is never gonna come if we keep getting angry. Finn and Santana will be with Quinn now, talking to her and Santana will be bitching at her like usual…"

"Yeah, Sam's right, she will be fine," said Rachel, looking down at the floor again. "We all know Quinn. She's tough- we know she is and Mr Shue's with her- he'll be looking after her as we speak. She'll probably be wheeling around aimlessly in a wheel chair waiting to come home as we speak."

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Wheels… He could hear wheels, someone was coming towards him. Was it his Quinn? He'd been waiting for so long- Santana had finally broken and gone to get the both coffee, but he wouldn't leave. He couldn't leave. He peered into the distance- screwing his eyes up and praying that it was her, praying that she had at least survived whatever surgery they had put her through.

Then he saw it. A flash of her unmistakeable blonde hair and her favourite bracelet on the hand dangling awkwardly along the side of the bed. He jumped to his feet and tried to get a glance of her as they rushed her by. But he couldn't even see her face-tubes were everywhere. Stuck to her face, her hands even her stomach had tubes coming out of it.

"Doctor," he full on yelled, sprinting right over in the direction Quinn was wheeled.

"Yes," said the tall man, turning around to peer at Finn. His face softened as he saw the boys tear stained face and the look of sheer fear he had.

"How is she?" he choked out, seeing the nurse close the blinds on IC5, where Quinn had been taken. He had to know how she was. He had to know.

"I'm sorry, you are?"

"Finn," he said bluntly, not understanding fully the question- his mind too preoccupied with thoughts of the fragile girl who lay in that room to think about questions properly.

"Are you her family? I mean I can only talk to family about this…" said the doctor trailing, trying to give the desperate boy a way of allowing him to discuss her situation with him.

"Yeah I am," said Finn thoughtlessly, knowing he was the closest thing she had in this hospital right now to family. Hell, he was more like family to her than her own mother who had just thrown her out into the cold. "I'm um… her cousin."

"Right Mr…"

"Hudson, Mr Hudson," replied Finn quickly, following the doctor to a more secluded part of the corridor. He subconsciously held his breath and waited for what he hoped would somehow be good news. That somehow he had imagined all the tubes and she was waking up right now.

"Well Mr Hudson, Ms Fabray…"

"Call her Quinn please," Finn near enough begged, hating the formality and coldness in his tone. She wasn't Ms Fabray. She was Quinn. His Quinn. Or she used to be.

"Right, Quinn, has been involved in a very serious collision. Now, in the impact of the crash she broke both of her legs due to the seat crumpling onto them, a large a majority of her ribs were broken and bruised and her collarbone was cracked…"

"Well… that's bad, but it's not too bad…" Finn said hopefully, hoping the doctor would agree. Hoping that he could go in and hold her hand and wake her up soon.

"Unfortunately Mr Hudson, it's not just that. The broken ribs have punctured her lung, making it very hard for her to breathe alone. And she has also suffered very severe internal bleeding- largely in her brain."

"What does that mean for her?" Finn asked, knowing that even if he was in his right mind right now he still wouldn't be able to understand what that meant. He was ignoring what he had just said. Her brain would be fine.

"It means she's in a very serious condition right now," he sighed, glancing his eyes over where the fragile girl lay. Things were not looking good and if he made it through the night then he would be very surprised.

"Will she make it?" Finn choked out, his voice cracking on every word. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be loosing her. Not now.

"The next twenty four hours will be crucial," said the doctor sadly, touching Finn on the shoulder gently. And with those few words Finn fell apart. He was dumb and a bit stupid- but he knew what that meant. It meant she wasn't going to make. It meant he wasn't going to get to hear her laugh again. He wasn't going to get to hear her yell at him again. Nothing.

"When… when… can I see… see her?" Finn managed to gasp between tears that were running down his face. His whole body was shaking and he the world was spinning violently past him like he was in a dream- a nightmare.

"When she's settled I should be able to let you in for a few minutes."

With that the doctor turned and walked off swiftly into her room, closing the door slowly behind him. Finn could do nothing but just watch him go, sliding down the nearest wall and burying his head in his hands. Wanting all of this to go away. Wanting to go back to yesterday when he kissed Rachel on the stage and the biggest thing on his mind was not winning nationals.

Now his world was crumbling around him and he could do nothing to stop it. His heart was in a million pieces all over the floor and he didn't even know if Rachel being here would put back even a half of those pieces.

Why was he feeling like this? He wasn't tethered to Quinn. He knew that- he had figured that out. It was Rachel- it had always been Rachel- it would always be Rachel. But the thought of a world without Quinn was like thinking of a world without football- or glee club. It was a world with no colour, no light, nothing. A world he didn't want to live in.

He loved her. Of course he did. He had never stopped loving her from the moment he lay eyes on her. He'd never denied that he would always feel something there. But this was something else. This was a panic that he could never explain. One that was changing the way he looked at everything.

"Mr Hudson," said the doctor slowly, approaching the broken and confused boy on the floor. "I can allow you in now."

"Thank you," Finn breathed, heaving himself off the floor with a groan. Just as he turned to follow the doctor he heard a pair of heels clicking down the halls. Santana.

"Finn!" she yelled, strutting down, dropping the coffees she was carrying and running after Finn and the doctor. It was obvious she had been crying- her hair was stuck to her face and her eyebrow pencil had run all over her cheeks.

"Santana, we can see her…" Finn cried, grabbing her softly and pulling her under his arm. She still didn't know what he knew. She didn't know how bad it was yet…

"Family only," reminded the doctor, glancing at Santana warningly.

"I'm her sister," snapped Santana, knowing she was telling the truth- sort of. She was a better sister to her than that Frannie girl.

"Ummm," said the doctor glancing at Santana and the colour of her hair and skin. "Are you really?"

"Don't be racist," glared Santana, snapping into head bitch mode. She was not in a good mood now. She needed to get into that room and if that required her killing this doctor in her way then she'd do it happily.

"Right," stuttered the doctor, leading the pair into Quinn's room. "Follow me."

And the minutes that followed lives changed forever.

Man… life has been so hectic. Uch. Finished exams now- but have got through to the final part to try and be head girl at my school- so have to focus a lot on that.

Will try and update more often.

Thanks to all who have reviewed.