After asking a receptionist where Finn was, you walk down the sterile hallway. As you walk you get more nervous. Your hand flinches reaching for the air next to you. You're reaching for Rachel's hand. You pause and breathe in before rounding the corner. When you round the corner to the corridor that his room is in, you see Blaine sitting outside the room a bench.
He looks up as you walk closer. He stands up and hugs you, "Hey, how was your flight?"
You shrug, "Okay. Is he-is he in there?"
Blaine nods and opens the door for you. You hand flinches again. You really wish Rachel was here.
When you step inside, you find Burt, Carol and Kurt all standing on the opposite side of the bed. Your eyes fall on the large body in the bed and you gasp. You feel the eyes of the three Hummels on you. You want to look back at them, but you can't rip your eyes away from your ex-husband. His head is wrapped in gauze as is his chest. The little part you can see of his torso that's not covered in a blanket is almost completely black. You're not sure what you expected, but you didn't expect it to be this bad.
A strong hand on your shoulder makes you turn away. Blaine folds you in his arms as you try to hold back a sob that's about to break through. You weren't going to cry. You were going to try to stay unattached and be here for Kurt, but you feel like your heart is physically being ripped apart.
You look across the bed and Kurt's red, watery eyes find you. He moves around the end of the bed to you. Blaine drops his arms and Kurt's take their place. This all feels like a horrible dream.
When you finally pull away, you're wiping away at the tears in your eyes and Kurt is sniffling. "What's going on?" you ask quietly, your eyes back on Finn's bruised face, "What are the doctors saying?"
"There are some internal damage and tears. His brain is swelling," Kurt raises a tissue to his face and wipes under his eyes. Blaine has a supportive hand on his back, "They're going to take him into surgery in a few hours to see what they can do. The doctor said that they're probably going to have to go back in tomorrow. Maybe drill a hole in his skull to relieve some of the pressure…" Suddenly Kurt chokes on a sob and turns into Blaine.
You stay in the room until they take Finn into surgery. Then you, Blaine and Kurt head to the cafeteria. Blaine's worried that Kurt hasn't eaten, but you're sure Kurt's too anxious to eat. You know you are.
So you all just sit in the empty cafeteria, looking at your drinks. Things were just getting good and this happens. Story of your life. You take a sip of your coffee and rub your eyes.
"So I saw you last night," Kurt says, looking up at you, "I saw Rachel finally get her Tony Award." It's painfully obvious that he doesn't want to talk about Finn although you're all thinking about him.
You nod, "She was beside herself last night."
This brings a small smile to Kurt's lips. You look over at Blaine who looks relieved at the smile. Kurt adds, "I bet. You two looked amazing. And I saw Brittany and Santana all over each other. Please tell me that that rock on Santana's hand gained ten carats in the camera."
You smile, "No. It's really that big. Didn't she shove it in your face at Mr. Schue's wedding?"
Kurt shook his head, "I saw it flash in the light, but I never got to see it up close. So are you and Ms. Berry official yet?"
You nod, "Well not to the media and general public, but yeah there have been seven dates. Eight if you could the Tony awards."
"Seven dates in ten days?" he asks, wrapping his fingers around his coffee cup, "That's impressive."
"They have the advantage though," Blaine rubs his chin with a playful smile at you, "They live together. They can make dinner and light some candles and call it a date."
"Hey, everything I'm counting as a date was outside of our apartment," you add, "And our first date was Monday so it's been seven dates in five days."
Kurt turns to Blaine and faux whispers, "I heard same-sex female relationships move fast, but this is ridiculous."
You and Blaine laugh. You don't know about the rumors or anything, but this is definitely the fastest progressing relationship you've ever been in. Well if you don't count the almost ten years that you've been in love with her.
"So how are you two doing?" you finally ask, finishing off your coffee.
Blaine just smiles at Kurt the way you imagine that you smile at Rachel. Complete and utter adoration. Kurt rests his chin in his hand, "We've really been seriously thinking about New York."
"Well you better hurry before I switch careers," you offer teasingly.
Kurt narrows his eyes, looking you over, "What are you going to do?"
You let out a shrug and lean back in your chair, "I have no idea. I just…Rachel and I talked about now much I hate being a real estate agent. After this though, I don't know what I could do. I haven't gone to college. I've done one thing since high school."
"You could be a singer," Blaine offers.
Kurt grins, "Or a model."
"Or a writer."
"A songwriter."
Kurt snaps his fingers, "Photographer."
"Model."
"You already said model," Kurt tells Blaine.
The brunette boy shrugs, "She's gorgeous."
Kurt's eyes get huge and he looks at you completely overwhelmed with excitement, "You could be an actress. It'd be so perfect. You and Rachel could be like the Hepburn-Spencer of Broadway."
"I can't act," you quirk an eyebrow, a little frightened by how excited Kurt is about your nonexistent future.
"Oh please," he waves you off, "You've done it since Kindergarten."
"That's like real life, I-don't-want-anyone-to-know-me acting," you state, but can't help that he has a point.
"If you can fake it in real life, you can fake it on the stage and honey can you fake it," Blaine pipes up.
She just shrugs again, "Maybe I can be all of those at the same time. Plus be an astronaut and a spy for the CIA."
Kurt rolls his eyes, "You know what we're saying. You can do anything you want to Quinn. There's not a doubt in my mind. You are Quinn Fabray dammit." He slaps the table to emphasize his statement, "Stay a real estate agent long enough so that we can move to New York and then do what you want to do."
You just nod. You still have no idea what to do though. You liked that some of Kurt and Blaine's ideas overlapped with Rachel's, but you don't want to make the mistake this time of doing what other people want you to do instead of what you want to do.
Once you're all done with your coffees, you head back to the room. From then on it's just a nerve-wracking waiting game. You stand against the wall by the door with Blaine while Kurt sits next to Carol and Burt paces the length of the room.
After about an hour of no sounds, but the TV on the corner on, Burt stops his pacing next to you. "I'm glad you're here."
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it's hard. You just give him a small nod to let him know you understood.
"You have anymore trouble with that guy?" he asks, "You let me know if he does anything, okay?"
It takes you a second to remember what happened at the tire shop. You slowly nod your head. You forgot that Russell lived here. Another something to worry about. You pray that the hex you and your sister put on him doesn't give him the heart attack until after you leave the hospital.
After another thirty minutes of waiting, a nurse steps in to check on the lot of you and inform you that there have been no complications thus far. When she leaves you step out after her and softly ask her for directions.
That's how you find yourself in the hospital chapel. It's a small room with two rows of small wooden benches. It's dimly lit and there is a large cross at the front of the room. You take a seat in the second row back and look up at the cross. It isn't large or ornate. It's not colorful like the glass windows of the Catholic churches you've been in and doesn't have the menorah and altar that the synagogue that you went to with Puck a couple times has. It's small and simple.
You're not sure if you really remember how to pray or if there's a right way to pray. You feel like you send up little prayers everyday. Like please let my car start I don't want to take the subway or please let Rachel look at me like that one more time today. But big prayers? You have no idea.
You wish Santana were here. She may not be all with the belief in god and stuff, but she can usually talk you through prayers. She'll tell you what to ask for and tell you that, from what she hears, you don't really have to promise anything back. She'd tell you to talk to God like you talk to her and then she'd make a joke about how she's as close to a god on Earth as you're going to get.
You think about getting onto your knees, but you'd never talk to Santana on your knees. So you just fold your hands and look at the wall next to the cross like it's looking back at you. You glance around you and find that there's no one around you. You say the prayer out loud, shooting a quick word to the guy upstairs for Finn.
You feel tears coming on again. You wipe your eyes, trying to keep the liquid in and calm yourself down. He's in surgery. Finn will be fine and you'll be back in New York in no time, trying to talk Rachel out of buying a hideous sweater or something.
You walk back to the room after a large amount of time and find everything in much the same state they were in before.
They wheel Finn back in with even more bandages on him. He looks so pale you barely recognize him. You listen closely as the doctors explain about the tearing and the bleeding. They tell you that they did drill into his skull to relieve some of the swelling and that they're going to take him in tomorrow for some bone repairs.
When the doctors leave, Blaine brings in a few more chairs so that everyone but him can sit. He just leans on the back of Kurt's chair and rubs his boyfriend's shoulder supportively.
The more you look at Finn, the more a little part of you breaks. He looks so frail. Like if you reached out and touched him, he would shatter into a million tiny pieces. Before you know it tears are spilling down your cheeks.
Carol offers you a tissue in her first civil action toward you since the divorce. You nod in a thank you and gently wipe your eyes. You really want to call Rachel and just hear her voice tell you that it's going to be okay, but when you look at your phone you can tell by the time that she's on stage right now.
After a few hours of just staring at his lifeless body and watching the heart monitor steadily spike, Burt walks over to you, Blaine and Kurt, "Why don't you guys go home and get some sleep? We'll call you if anything changes."
You and Kurt silently confer and he nods, "Call us if there's any change. We'll be back in the morning."
You follow them out and part in the parking lot. It's cold in Lima tonight and you forgot to pack anything, but a light cardigan. You dig it out of your bag in the backseat and pull it snugly around you. You have some extra clothes at your moms house so you figure that you can just grab one there.
You pull up to your mom's house and find everything dark. Her car is gone. When you knock on the door there's no answer. So you call her. She's surprised to hear from you and even more surprised that you're in Lima. Unfortunately she is not and her spare key is in your sister's possession who is with her at a spa week in Pittsburg.
You tell her that it's not a problem. You'll just check into a hotel. You really don't want to stay in the hotel. You wanted to stay somewhere familiar. Somewhere that doesn't smell sterile or make you cringe when you lay down in the bed. You roll your shoulders and yawn. You guess there is one more place you could try.
Eliot opens the front door with a surprise, but pleasant look on his face. He smiles at you, "Quinn, what are you doing here?" Suddenly his face falls, "Did something happen to Rachel?"
"No," you quickly shake your head, "I just…Finn's in the hospital. He's…really bad and my mom's out of town-"
"Spa trip with your sister," he nods. He puts his hand on your shoulder and pulls you inside, "You're always welcome to stay with us. Whether Rachel's with you or not."
"Thank you," you set your bag down by the stairs just as Steve enters the room.
He smiles, "Hey Quinn. What are you doing here?" His face does the same fall Eliot's did, but this time Eliot cuts him off.
"Rachel's fine honey," Eliot puts his arm around you, "Quinn is here visiting a friend in the hospital and her mom is out of town so she's going to stay with us."
Steve nods and opens his arms, "I'm glad you came to us." When you hug him, he gives you a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I hope your friend is okay."
"He's…having another surgery in the morning," you try to stay informative and neutral but you just can't. You saw him laying in the bed all broken and bruised. It killed you.
Both men move you to the kitchen; one of them getting you a glass of water while the other one rubs your back as you sob into his shoulder. Having someone care about you like they do just unleashes all of your emotions and there's no reining them back.
You rub your eyes and shake your head pulling out of the embrace, "I can't…I shouldn't…He's my ex-husband. I'm in love with Rachel. Why do I care so much?" When that escapes your mouth, you immediately want to take it back. These are Rachel's fathers. Rachel's very protective fathers.
However instead of being angry, their eyes are sympathetic. Eliot adds, "You're not dead inside Quinn. We know the whole story and back-story. He was your first love. You're allowed to care."
That last sentence finds you crumbling into Steve's shoulder again, clinging to his sweater.
It is late and although you haven't eaten your body craves a bed. They both walk you up to Rachel's old room and Eliot turns down the covers while Steve helps you find something to wear to bed. He hands you one of Rachel's sweaters from high school and apologizes that that's all they have in the vicinity of your size, but you need to wear it because it's supposed to get cold tonight. You just nod. You like that idea of wearing it. It smells like Rachel and it reminds you of her warm smile.
They leave you alone, both kissing your head as they walk out the door. You decide to officially adopt them as your dads. Your first one didn't work out so well, but these two are beyond perfect for you.
Once you're changed and in the bed, you curl into a pillow and hold onto it. The sobs take you over again. You can't stop seeing Finn in the hospital bed, the florescent lights illuminating every little deviation from the way he was.
You fall into a fitful sleep and wake with a start, your eyes flying open. Once your breathing has calmed down you realize that someone is in the bed with you, whispering in your ear and stroking your hair. A gentle kiss to your lips and even in the dark you know who it is.
Your voice is scratchy and hoarse, but you ask, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you like I should have been all along," Rachel whispers back, her fingers wiping away the tears you cried in your sleep.
You're half sure this is just a dream or that you're hallucinating, but even if it isn't real, she's here. You hold onto her with everything you have and she rubs your back until you fall asleep again.
When you wake up in the morning, it takes a while for you to remember where you are and why. You groan as all the crying from yesterday and last night inflicts a headache that feels like someone cracked open your skull and is beating your brain with a hammer. You groan again.
Movement next to your forces you to open your eyes. Just as your eyes focus on the woman next to you, her hand slides into your hair. Without saying anything, she reaches behind her and picks up a full glass of water off of the nightstand offering it to you.
You sit up and gratefully drink every last drop. She lifts the glass from your hand and puts it back before resuming stroking your hair. "Do you need anything?" her voice is quiet and soothing.
You shake your head and just look at her. She's not supposed to be here. You tell her that.
She offers you a small smile, "I am supposed to be here."
"But your shows," you say, trying to be the good career supportive girlfriend and not the needy girlfriend that wants to slap you for bringing up the reason she didn't come with you in the first place.
Rachel smiles at you and kisses your forehead. "I explained the situation to my director who talked to the producers and since I won the Tony, they raised the ticket prices and are making substantially more now that they were before, they chartered me a jet. So right after the show last night, I flew down here and this afternoon I'll fly back to do the show and I'll fly back afterwards. Then we have a three-day break which I was going to use to surprise you with a trip to Vail, Colorado, but this is more important."
You look up at her, as her face gets blurry behind your tears. You start crying again.
After you collect yourself, you take a quick shower while Rachel goes downstairs, hopefully not to cook breakfast. After braiding your hair, you look at the clothes you brought with you and they're not near warm enough for the weather outside. You pick through Rachel's closet and pull on one of her heavy argyle sweaters over your long sleeved dark blue shirt, leaving it hanging open. You realize that you actually forgot to pack pants too so you slip on some of her black skinny jeans and a pair of faux leather boots.
When you make your way down stairs and into the kitchen, you find all the Berrys sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and nibbling on toast.
Before they see you Eliot asks Rachel, "So when do you get the actual thing? You better believe that we're coming to see it."
Rachel smiles, "I'll get it in a week. It's coming to our apartment by like a delivery team or something."
"What do they do with the one that they gave you at the show?" Steve asks.
Rachel shrugs.
You step fully into the kitchen and pause by the door, not sure where to go. Rachel gently pats the seat next to her and you move to it, lowering yourself into the chair.
"Good morning Quinn," Eliot smiles brightly.
"Good morning," you do your best to sound okay. You check the clock on the wall, Finn's going into surgery in about two hours so you want to get there as soon as you can.
Rachel notices and says, "You're going to eat here or we can pick something up on the way to the hospital, but you're not sitting vigil by anyone's bedside until you've eaten something. When I called Blaine, he told me you didn't eat anything at all yesterday and I know for a fact you didn't eat anything before you left New York."
You nod. You're not really hungry, but you know you need to eat. You look at the toast on the table, which looks unappetizing, "Can we get something on the way?"
She nods and stands. With a parting goodbye to her dads she sweeps you out the door.
"I know this is the most inappropriate comment and I'll just say it and leave it at that," Rachel says as you two walk into the Lima Bean, "But you look so hot right now."
You look down at yourself and let out a tiny smile. You weren't really thinking about it when you put these clothes on. You shake your head and smile, "Thanks."
After you get your coffee and some food, you walk back into the parking lot. But in the parking lot is a guy with a camera who looks way too familiar.
"Jacob what are you doing?" Rachel looks at the still-bushy haired guy behind the camera.
"Pictures for my blog," he states.
You cross your arms and take an HBIC stance. "Didn't you make like a million dollars or something?"
He nods, his fro swaying, "With my blog. And this is going to get me a lot more hits."
"Jacob," Rachel takes his arm and pulls him away from you. After they whisper for a few seconds, Rachel comes back to you and Jacob just stands there with a huge smile on his face.
"C'mon," Rachel puts her hand on the small of your back. Behind you, you can hear pictures being snapped away.
"What did you tell him?" you ask, sliding into the passenger's seat of your rental car.
Rachel settles in her seat and looks at you, "I told him that he could take a couple pictures of us walking to the car, but then he has to leave us alone for the rest of the time we're here. He's not allowed to put on his blog where we are and in return for all of that, he gets to break the story that we are official."
"When is that?" You ask. You don't really care. You've never really been one for PDA and as long as she's yours behind closed doors, you have no opinion either way.
Rachel shrugs, "Whenever Kathy tells me."
With some food in your stomach and some caffeine in your hand, you walk back into the hospital. You actually brought coffee for everyone. When you show up, Blaine and Kurt are already there and Burt and Carol who never left.
They all thank you for the coffee and you all take to quietly sipping it around Finn's limp body like it's just a large, awkward piece of furniture. This time when you reach for Rachel's hand it's there.
Finn in taken into surgery again and again you, Kurt, and Blaine with the addition of Rachel walk to the cafeteria. This time none of you make a show of pretending to eat. You all just sit at a table looking at each other. It's an unbearably awkward silence and you wish you could think of something to say.
"So, what's it like winning a Tony Award?" Kurt rests his chin in his hand.
Rachel's smile is somewhat subdued. She's showing some respect for the ill by reigning it in. "Well, do you remember the feeling you have the first time you watched The Sound of Music?"
Kurt and Blaine nod in sync.
"It's like that mixed with meeting Patti Lupone and winning Nationals with the first time," she explains, "It was a total surprise. I even sulked around the apartment for a few days after the nominations came out because I didn't get one, right Quinn?" she asks you.
You nod to the boys, "We went through three pints of vegan ice cream."
They both chuckle. Rachel goes on telling them what happened after she won the award and who she met backstage.
"You met five time Tony Award winner Angela Lansbury?" Kurt's mouth drops open.
You watch Rachel and Kurt talk back and forth. You just sort of listen in and Blaine is playing around on his phone. When your eyes are on Blaine, he look from you to his phone and back. Kurt notices you looking at Blaine and Rachel notices Kurt looking at you.
"What going on?" She asks.
Blaine looks up, "Oh I just…did you know about this?" He offers his phone to you and Rachel. You both lean close to each other and look at it. It's the picture Jacob Ben Israel took when you were getting coffee. You read the caption and find that Jacob kept up his end of the deal questioning your relationship with Rachel and not confirming anything or saying where the picture was taken.
"Yeah, we know," Rachel confirms for both of you, handing the phone back, "Jacob was standing outside the Lima Bean when we walked out. I told him that he could take the picture and premiere our confirmation of our relationship if he just took one speculative picture and didn't tell anyone where we are."
"When is the confirmation?" Blaine asks.
You differ to Rachel as usual and she shrugs, "I'm waiting for my publicist to tell me."
"Well," Kurt says looking at you, "As soon as the word gets out that you're officially dating there will be rumors all over the place of you two cheating on each other like Charlie Sheen in Miami on Spring Break."
You feel Rachel's hand on your back and she trails her fingers up and down your spine. She throws you a playful smile, "I think we'll be fine."
You nod and smile back. You know you'll be fine. You've already though about this. If paparazzi follow you through your day they'll think you're cheating on Rachel with Brittany, Santana, Ethan and possibly Jake or any combination of the four. They'll say she's cheating on you with Jake, David, Andrew or any number of her cast mates. You've prepared yourself for this. Of course it was after a late night where you couldn't sleep and stayed up watching TMZ and other shows like that.
When you all decide that you've been sitting long enough to become calm, you return to the room only to find that Finn isn't there. Burt informs you all that a nurse came in to tell you that it would probably be another hour or so because there was an unexpected complication. No, they couldn't tell them what the complication was but Carol has fresh tearstains of her cheeks. It makes you worry. It makes you feel bad for having a normal conversation in the cafeteria while Finn is on an operating table. It makes you feel like a horrible person.
You take off again. To the same place you went yesterday. When you sit down on the wooden bench this time, tears streaming down your face, there's someone sitting next to you.
You shake your head and stare at the cross at the front of the room, "What do you believe in Rachel?" Your voice is low and watery.
She wraps her arms around you, bringing your head down to her shoulder. "I believe in God and love and that Finn will be okay." She kisses your head and you close your eyes. That was a better answer than you were expecting because you were pretty sure as soon as you asked, she would burst into song.
"Do you think if I'd not have-" you start, but Rachel cuts you off.
"Quinn Fabray, I will not have you thinking for a second that you were in any way a cause of this," she whispers quietly because there are other people sitting in the chapel. "Your decisions and choices had nothing to do with what happened in the shop."
"I want him to be okay," you whisper, trying to quietly sniffle.
"I know you do," she rubs your back, "I do too."
After a moment you squeeze tighter onto her, "I'm glad you're here."
"I don't want to be anywhere else," she says into your hair.
You pray again and follow Rachel back to the room. Blaine quietly tells you that Burt ran back to the house to grab some clean clothes for him and Carol. When you look at Carol it's obvious that she's very upset. You're sure she's been yelling. She does that when she's mad.
When you step inside, Kurt makes a move to step in front of you, but it's too late. Carol's eyes land on you. Yesterday she was civil to you. Today she's back to normal or worse. Her son's body is open on an operating table and all the doctors tell her is that there are complications. She needs a target and you're about as good as it gets.
"You," her voice drips with the deadly venom of a cornered mother. Her eyes narrow at you, "How dare you show up here like this? You broke his heart. You left him here for what? The bright lights of New York?" Her voice has a condescending edge, "How long is it going to be before you come crawling back?"
Kurt hasn't moved from between you and Carol. You can feel Rachel start to move between you as well, but you take her hand and pull her back by your side. This is what you were expecting. It stings, but you're going to let her say what she needs to say. She's hurting more that all of you put together.
"Mom, I asked her to come," Kurt adds evenly.
Carol ignores him and steps closer to you, "I bet you cheated on him too." Her eyes flicker to Rachel before bouncing back to you, "Real estate conference? Is that a cover? And you have the audacity to bring your mistress when my son could be dying."
When you're sure she's done, you feel the need to defend yourself. You're not going to go full Quinn Fabray. You're going to be rational and calm. "I never cheated on him. I assure you that is the truth. I'm here because I may not be in love with Finn, but I love him. He's a good friend. We're on good terms. We talked at the wedding and I met his girlfriend. He told me that he's happy for me and I'm happy for him. Have you seen him that happy in the last few years? You know he wasn't."
She shakes her head, "You knowingly made him miserable. He's a good man. How could you do that? Get out!" She keeps yelling at you to get out until Blaine ushers you out. You slide down onto the floor in the hallway, your knees on your chest.
"I'm not leaving," you tell Rachel and Blaine.
"Of course not," Rachel sits down next to you and you wrap your arms around her arm, tears brimming your eyes.
Blaine kneels down in front of you, "Kurt will talk her down and I'll come get you when he does okay? It shouldn't take long. You know she's just upset."
You just nod. Not because you believe it, but because you want him to leave. You need to cry and you need Rachel to comfort you.
He nods and stands up, walking back into the room.
Rachel opens her mouth, but you put your lips on her shoulder and close your eyes. You know what she's going to say. She's going to tell you that Carol is wrong and she's just upset. You know these things. It doesn't make them hurt any less.
"Quinn?" a voice asks. You look up to find Dr. Lopez crouched in front of you. His strong, tan hand is on your shoulder before you even realize it's him. His light blue eyes are as caring and strong as you remember him.
You wipe your eyes and try a smile, "Hey Dr. Lopez."
His kind smile makes you relax a little, "What's wrong?"
"I have a…friend in the OR," you offer, "He's not doing…there are complications."
He looks up and down the hallway and then at his watch. He sits on the other side of you and leans back against the wall. "I'm sure he'll be okay. We have great surgeons here."
You nod, taking little reassurance in that. "Thanks Dr. Lopez."
He straightens out his lab coat, "Well do you need anything? We have a coffee machine in the doctor's lounge that is way better than that slop in the cafeteria. I can get you two some chairs."
"I'm okay, but I know Rachel has a flight to catch soon and she's going to need coffee," you look over at your girlfriend. She has a guilty look on her face and you know she doesn't want to leave you here.
Dr. Lopez stands up and offers his hands to you. He easily pulls you up. "I'll escort you two ladies to the doctor's lounge to get some coffee. You're more than welcome to stay in there and watch TV if you want."
You help Rachel up, "She needs to go so it'll just be the coffee."
"I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Frederick Lopez," he smiles a perfect smile at Rachel, "We met a few times. I remember your last name because it was the only thing Santana ever referred to you as while she was living with me, but I apologize for not remember your first name."
"Rachel," she smiles back at him, "It's good to see you again Dr. Lopez."
After you get Rachel some coffee, you hand her the keys to your rental car. She tells you to call her dads when you're ready to go get some sleep and they'll gladly come and get you. You kiss her in front of the electric doors of the hospital and send her on her way. She tells you that she'll be back tonight and if you're not in her bed at her dads' house, she'll come look for here.
When you go back to Finn's room he's still not there. Carol apologizes to you and you forgive her, but choose to sit as far away from her as possible. Kurt tells you that Blaine left to go see if he could take care of any of the minor repairs at the tire shop. You nod understandingly. It's the only decent repair shop in town and there's never been a shortage of work. You're sure that Kurt made him swear that he wouldn't go anywhere near any hydraulic things until they're checked.
As you sit, Kurt holds your hand as you all just sit in a tense silence. You guess that there's nothing you can do now except wait.