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Kurt Hummel raced through the doors of Memorial hospital at 9:59 PM, after Blaine had let him off at the door. He will remember that exact moment for the rest of his life, because in that moment he saw his step- brother hunched in a chair and crying. Finn wasn't supposed to cry, he was strong.
"How is she?" Kurt asked slipping into a chair between Puck and Finn.
Finn just shook his head and let out a sob "We don't-" He was cut off as the Berry men walked into the emergency room, boith still wearing their navy blue scrubs, and both wearing absolute looks of terror.
The men walked over and Kurt felt a little bit relieved, they would know the truth about her condition; they were doctors after all.
"Boys," Hiram took a deep breath "she's in surgery, maybe you should go home and we'll call you when we know anything.
Kurt shook his head adamantly as he took notice to Blaine walking into the room " Hiram, Leroy I cannot leave her."
The men nodded and gave him a small smile "If you want to stay you can Kurt, I know she'll want to see you when she awakes."
Thank the world that Leroy had said that. He thought he was the only one who had faith that the tiny diva would be okay, but her father did too.
"I want to stay too." Finn spoke softly his voice shaking. Kurt could see Finn believed the men would send him away.
Leroy just shook his head and put a hand on the young man's shoulder "She loves you Finn. You both made some bad choices, but she cares for you."
Kurt watched in shock and awe as Finn's whole form crumpled to the floor and he sobbed that it was all his fault, that the men should hate him.
Yes Kurt Hummel would remember 9:59 for the rest of his life.
"Why are we in the hospital my Dad's work at?" Rachel asked following closely behind Greg as he led her to an unknown destination.
"I have to show you the moment that you die." He told her simply, not even sparing her a glance.
Rachel began to panic and she completely stopped moving. She was not ready to die, she couldn't.
"You said I had a choice, I choose to live."
Greg turned around gripping her shoulders "The thing about decisions is that people often make them without knowing all the facts, you will learn all the facts and then and only then will you be able to choose.
They were suddenly at a window and as Rachel looked in she saw herself lying there and being cut open, she felt the urge to rub her chest as she saw them working there.
"Collapsed left lung, there's a lot if fluid…" A nurse called out but was cut short when Rachel's heart stopped.
"NO!" Rachel cried out and grabbed Greg's arm pleading with him to let her choose life now.
"Sorry babe, but must die before you can live."
Rachel tilted her head in confusion forgetting for a second that she was dying "But don't you have to live before you die…"
"Exactly, your learning my friend learning fast.
Santana Lopez was a bad person. She enjoyed watching others squirm in discomfort and she liked to feel like she was on top. She didn't come from one of those bad families either, in fact it was your typical family with two parents, and a little brother. She just didn't like to care about anyone besides herself. She did however feel a little bad about her treatment of Rachel, but to a very minimal degree.
"We have to get to the hospital S." Brittany whispered to Santana as the Glee club started bustling around to get to the hospital.
"Why?" Santana asked. The resident Diva was probably just fine and dandy.
"Are you serious?" Mike Chang shouted back at the Latina, shocking her.
"Please, she's probably fine."
"Santana!" Quinn snapped "I am not the girl's greatest fan, but she's been kind to all of us.
Santana just rolled her eyes at her fellow teammates, what was up with them…
"S, she's nice and your mean." Brittany snapped in the angirest voice t she had ever used on the Latina. "If she dies, you'll be sorry." She added walking out of the room with the others.
Santana felt her heart clench, because if Rachel really did die, she would never get to say what she truly wanted to say. She didn't like Rachel, and they would never be best friends, but Rachel never deserved to be called man hands or Rupaul, and she most certainly shouldn't have lost Finn.
"Hey Greg?"
"Yes?"
"Where are we?" The small brunette asked looking for something familiar.
"At the cemetery."
"What cemetery?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes."
"Why, aren't they all the same?"
"All the same."
"Yes, they are all where the dead lye."
"But if were dead, we aren't really lying anywhere."
Greg looked over at the small girl as she thought about this, he had been a spiritual guide for many years and never had any person played along with his word games for that long.
"Were at Blackwood." He finally told her hating how sad and confused she looked.
"Is it where I am?" She asked quietly looking out as the cemetery came into a clearer focus.
"You will be, look over there." He pointed his finger to a large group of people dressed in black standing around a tomb.
"Can we go closer?" She asked him.
He was taken aback no one had ever asked to be taken closer, they usually begged to be taken back, and so he would grant that wish.
"Of course." He said quickly as he took her hand and led her slowly to the mourners.
"Rachel was my girlfriend, I loved her and I let her go. She was a great girl, and she deserved so much better than this…" Finn spoke quietly as all the others sobbed.
Greg looked over to see that the girl was crying softly and wiping at her eyes furiously.
"Rachel are you-" He started, but stopped when she shook her head.
"Rachel was my friend, she knew where she was going and what she was going to do with her life. Our plans become intertwined a few weeks ago, we were both going to move to New York; Attend Julliard and get our big breaks on some god awful off broad way show." Kurt paused looking up at the sky "I don't believe in God, but I do believe that wherever Rachel is she's looking down at us and smiling." He looked around at all the people and turned back up to the sky and saluted "I'll really miss you Diva, you were one of the good ones."
Rachel collapsed onto the ground and curled herself into a ball.
"Rachel, if you want me to take you to another scene…"
Rachel just shook her head at the boy "I used to fantasize about my funeral, but now I just can't take it."
Greg knew about this all to familiarly. He had watched his own funeral procession ten years ago, he saw his mother cry and beg. He watched his best friend go completely catatonic and just sit there unmoving. He watched as his little brother was lost, not knowing what was going on in his five year old mind. Greg knew all about witnessing your own funeral, and it was not something anyone should ever witness.
"I know." He whispered softly wrapping an arm around the thin shoulders and squeezing lightly, and for the first time in four years he felt hope.
Quinn Fabray didn't know what to expect when she walked through the doors of the hospital, all she did know was that she did not deserve to be there.
"Quinn leave!" Puck shouted almost as soon as she had entered the ER waiting room.
"Puck-" She started her mouth opening but no sound coming out.
"Quinn I think you should leave." Hiram Berry told her standing up and walking towards her.
"Mr. Berry, I feel so terrible…"
"The first time Rachel came home from school crying she was twelve years old, you had called her man hands. The second time Rachel came home crying was after you called her Rupaul. Did you know Quinn that Rachel used to cry herself to sleep every single night/ Did you know that she was so afraid to miss a day of school because she thought you might make up worse insults about her? You don't get to feel sorry Quinn, and I don't believe you are; It is your own guilt that brought you here and nothing else."
Quinn couldn't hold back her tears as Hiram scolded her, she didn't know that Rachel was so affected by her taunts. Quinn felt terrible and she had no idea how to make thing better.
"I just want to apologize and then I'll leave. I promise."
"Fine, but if you do anything to upset her…" Leroy threatened.
Quinn just nodded wiping her eyes and grabbing Sam's hand, pulling him to the other side of the waiting room.
Rachel was now standing outside of Mckinley Highschool with Greg, and it looked different.
"Greg, why are we are?" She asked looking up and into the eyes of her spiritual compass.
"Look right over there." He said pointing to a tall and lanky boy dressed in all black.
"Finn!" She screamed running after him and into the school.
She saw Finn suddenly go into a rage at her locker, pulling off the R.I.P signs and the I'll miss you's."
"You never fucking cared about her!" The boy screamed at the onlooking students.
"Finn-" Rachel cried out trying to reach the distraught boy as he ran off dopwn the hall in tears.
She looked at Noah and saw him run after his best friend and for one second she was grateful that they were still good friends and could provide comfort to each other.
"Your life nearly destroyed him." Greg spoke softly at her, as she just stood mouth open.
She nodded dumbly "My death wasn't supposed to destroy any one. No one was supposed to care."
Greg gave her a sad half smile "That's the thing Rach, no matter who you are,you've still got people out there who will miss you when your gone."
Rachel looked up to the sky and for once in her life felt that maybe people did care for her who weren't blood related.