A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews, this story is something completely different for me so I don't know how it works.
I do not own glee, but oh how I wish...
Hiram Berry knew how long it took to deliver a baby, how long it took to arrive at Memorial hospital for his job each morning. He learned on December 14,2010 that it took it exactly three minutes and thirty seven seconds for the chief of surgery to tell him that his daughter, his baby, had suffered a terrible accident.
"Hiram, I'm so sorry." The balding man whispered trying his best to pretend that Rachel was just a typical patient and Hiram was the father who had to learn the news. The thing was that he had known Rachel since she was born and had been friends with Hiram since medical school.
"Just tell me where…how…if…" Hiram stuttered feeling as if his whole world had just been smashed and stepped on. His little girl was fighting for her life, and their was no guidelines on how to react to this.
"She's in trauma five." The balding man told him calmly.
"I need to call Leroy." The Man stuttered his whole body shaking, and his throat thick with emotion.
"Go to her Hiram, he's been paged and he's on his way down now."
Hiram didn't utter a single word, he just ran as fast as he could to the stark white trauma room, where his daughter was waiting.
Leroy Berry knew one thing when he got the page that his daughter had been hit by a car; If she died, they would have to put a bullet in his head, because she was his entire life, besides his husband, and she was the light of his life.
He ran down the hall and into the room to find his sixteen year old daughter lying motionlessly on the gurney, her thick brown tresses matted with blood and her face covered in cuts and bruises.
"Baby," He whispered rushing to her side and holding her hand gently with his large one.
Rachel stirred gasping in pain "Daddy?" She croaked her voice filled with pain, nothing like her beautiful singers tone.
"Don't talk Angel just relax. I am right here." He whispered noticing her cloudy eyes and how she could barely focus on him.
At that Moment Hiram walked in and Leroy had never felt more grateful to see his husband.
"Honey!" He sobbed reaching for Rachel's other hand and kissing it softly.
"Dad, I'm sorry." She croaked her eyes opening a little wider and her face falling into a grimace as tears started to pour down her cheeks.
"What are you sorry for baby girl, you did nothing wrong." Hiram told her, looking at his husband as Leroy just felt sick.
"I'm sorry I have to leave you…"
"Rachel Barbra Berry!" Leroy sternly looked at his daughter "don't you dare give up without a fight."
"Please Angel-" Hiram added as he walked over to his husband and laid a hand on his shoulder.
She gave her fathers a sad smile "You don't have to worry, I know I'll be okay."
The two men broke down into tears as the nurse came in and told them that Rachel was being rushed into emergency surgery. That was their life, and she was leaving this world there would be no way they could stay.
Kurt Hummel was just sitting at Dalton, in the great room, surrounded by the other warblers as they talked about what songs they should carol ,when his phone rang "bad romance."
The boys snarled at Kurt, but he answered anyways.
"Hey Finn what's up?" The boy greeted happily.
"Kurt, it's Rachel." Finn sobbed.
Kurt felt like he need to grab onto something, the closet thing being Blaine.
"What's wrong with Rachel?" He asked as his voice took on a panicked edge.
"She…was…hit…by …a…car," He chocked out.
Kurt felt nauseous. He and Rachel had become so close over the past weeks, and to imagine her lying there after being struck made his stomach turn violently and his skin clammy."What hospital?" Kurt asked frantically praying that she had been taken to a hospital and not the morgue.
"Memorial." Finn whispered.
"I'm on my way." The small boy whispered hanging up the phone and quickly letting go of Blaine's arm. He quickly grabbed his things and started to leave the room when he felt a hand on his elbow.
"Kurt, what's going on?" Blaine asked his voice laced with worry, and his tone soft as if he were talking to an injured animal.
"My friend, Rachel, she's been in a car…" He couldn't get the rest of the words out as he pictured the small girl in his head.
"I'll drive." Blaine said calmly and to Kurt's questioning gaze he added "It won't do her any good if you get in an accident too."
Kurt nodded "Well come on then, we have to hurry."
Frederick Greyson had never been more terrified in his entire life. He wasn't this scared when he broke his arm in three places, when his father left and never returned, or when his girlfriend told him they should take a break, but now…he was terrified.
He was shaking something fierce and crying into his hands. How, How did he let this happen? Why didn't he just pay attention to the road, or pick up the Christmas tree the day before like his mother had asked?
"Alright kid," A husky voice boomed towards the shaking teen "tell me everything that happened.
The blonde haired, brown eyed boy raked a hand through his hair and looked at the man.
"Well…I guess I was pissed…"
Puck somehow arrived at the hospital, he doesn't know how. He can't remember the drive over, all he remembers is pulling into the parking lot and climbing out of his rusted Chevy truck and running into the hospital.
"Finn!" The boy called when he saw his best friend sitting in the emergency room hunched over into one of those plastic blue chairs.
"Puck?" He questioned rubbing his eyes to wipe away the straying tears.
Puck just walked slowly over and sat down next to his friend. "I-I-I've got your clothes." He said holding the clothes out to his friend and praying he would expect them. Finn was covered in blood, her blood and it was making Puck sick.
Finn just shook his head crouching even more in his chair "It's all my fault." He sobbed looking down at his feet his tall frame visibly shaking.
Puck didn't know what he could say, because honestly what was there to say, so instead he just put a hand on his best accommodates shoulder and repeated the same mantra over and over "She'll be fine, she's strong…she's Rachel Berry."
Rachel was confused, she didn't understand where she was. She didn't know this beautiful green meadow with a waterfall and she just didn't understand.
"Rachel your late!" A voice whined from behind her.
And Rachel turned quickly and realized that she was barefoot and wearing a white dress, how did that happen.
"Rachel!" The impatient voice called again and Rachel looked up again.
Standind in front of her was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen, he had dark teal eyes, and a dark complexion. He wore a smile on his beautiful face, one that was almost too pretty.
"Who are you? Does this mean my existence is over and I am dead, because of that is the case then I have someone to pick a bone with.
The boy just laughed and smiled a dazzling smile "My name's Greg, and I am here to show you your options."
Rachel tilted her head and bit her bottom lip in confusion. "What do you mean?"
He shrugged "You've got the choice Rachel, you get to decide if you want to live or die."
She was confused and her head was spinning, making her feel dizzy. She sat on the ground like a small child, bring her knees into her chest and shutting her eyes tightly.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and wasn't afraid of the contact, she trusted Greg to the utmost degree.
"I know it's hard Rachel but you've been granted a blessing. Some of us never get to choose, but you do and you've got to go with it."
She looked up at him her deep brown eyes shinning with tears "Where do we start?"
Greg laughed and slapped his hands together "I knew you were going to be fun."
Will Schuester had a secret. His secret was dark and twisted and he often felt terrible for thinking such things about a student, but he was jealous of Rachel Berry. He was jealous of her beauty, how she always looked so beautiful even at her all time worst. He was jealous that she seemed to know where she was going and what her purpose was for being here. Yes, he was jealous of the beautiful brunette, because she was going places and she would let no obstacle stop her.
He felt terrible about her accident, and guilty; he never listened to her, he usually just tuned her out. He ignored her talent and was often times just irritated by her. He berated her in front of her peers and might never have the chance to apologize.
As he sat in his car, he had one choice go in and maybe earn the salvation he so deeply wanted or to let his guilt eat at him.
"Come on Will," He urged himself as he steeped out of his car and walked up to the bustling Memorial hospital.