After what seemed like an incredibly long night- Finn liked Rachel's dads, but them paired with Burt, Carol, Kurt AND Blaine was a little too much- he was more than happy to notice Rachel's eye lids seemingly growing heavier and heavier. "It's been a long day," Finn said to the room at large. "I think I'm going to turn in."

Rachel nodded, standing up as he did. "Me too." She kissed Hiram on the cheek and smiled at Leroy. "Love you daddies."

"Sleep well," Carol told them.

Rachel sluggishly followed him through the kitchen and towards his bedroom door. Finn looked back at her, smiling at how sweet she looked. He bent to lift her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, smiling into his neck. Carrying her down the stairs, he laid her gently on the bed. "Are you going to call and check on Noah again?" she asked him.

Finn nodded, reaching for his cell phone. He and Rachel had probably driven Quinn crazy, but they were desperate for any news (preferably good) about their friend. "Hey, Quinn? Any change?"

"No," Quinn told him, sighing. "Nothing."

"Rach and I are going to lie down for a while, get a little sleep. Are you good there?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

Not sure what else to say, Finn said, "Just call us if you need us."

"I will," she told him. "Take care of Rachel."

"I will," Finn said, looking over at her.

"Any change?" Rachel asked when he'd hung up.

"No," Finn said sadly. "No change."

"How does Quinn sound?"

Finn looked at her, confused. "Like Quinn."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Does she sound upset?"

"Doesn't Quinn always sound upset?"

"Finn," Rachel groaned. "You know what I mean."

"She sounds tired. Like the rest of us."

Rachel nodded. "Let me see your phone. I want to send Mercedes and Tina a text to make sure they're okay."

Finn handed it to her. While she was texting he pulled his shirt over his head, then looked at it. "Shit," he mumbled, pulling it back on.

"Why'd you do that?" she asked him.

"Your dads might come down to check on us while we're sleeping," he told her.

Rachel giggled. "And you think that if you have your shirt off it will imply that we'd…had relations?"

Finn grinned crookedly at her. "Had relations? Really?"

"Hush," Rachel told him. "I'm sleepy." His phone vibrated and she looked down at it. Finn stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. "Take it off," Rachel said, reading the message. "I like to feel your skin against mine."

Finn really didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his shirt off and got into bed beside her. "Who is that?"

"Mercedes. She said that they're all fine."

"No word from Tina?"

Rachel shook her head as the phone vibrated in her hand. "Oh." She read the message, putting her hand over her mouth in shock.

"What is it?" Finn asked worriedly, sitting up.

"Apparently they were…uh…"

Finn lay back down, smiling. "Having relations?"

"Exactly," Rachel said, laughing.

Finn pulled her close, putting the phone on his night table. He turned the light off, leaving the room bathed in the glow of his night light. Rachel had laughed at his night light before, secretly thinking it was adorable. Now she realized how incredibly dark the basement bedroom could get at night and was glad he had it.

"I love you," he said against her forehead.

"I love you too," she told him. She was asleep almost as soon as her eyes closed. Finn watched her sleep, as had become his custom. Country music drifted down the stairs and Finn smiled. He'd never really cared for country music until moving in with Burt. There were times that a country song could say what he was feeling better than he could. He listened for a moment, his smile widening when he realized it was Tim McGraw's "She's My Kind of Rain." Looking down at Rachel, he sang softly with the radio:

"She's the sun set shadows
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreaming tree
Together in this brief eternity
Summer days, winter snows
She's all things to behold
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
So I wait
And I try
I confess all my crimes."

Rachel smiled in her sleep and moved closer to him, putting her hand over his heart. Putting his hand over hers, Finn was finally able to fall asleep.

Rachel woke up when his cell phone rang, but Finn didn't move. Crawling over him, she was careful not to wake him. "Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Rachel," Quinn sobbed into the phone, "you guys need to come here."

"Quinn?" Rachel said, fear flooding her body. "What's happened? Is it Noah?"

Finn cracked an eye open to look at her. "What's happening?" he asked sleepily.

"Can you guys come?" Quinn asked shrilly. "Please come."

"Quinn," Rachel said more forcefully. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, they won't let me back there!" the other girl cried. "He stopped breathing." Sobs wracked Quinn's body and she couldn't breathe to say anything more for a moment. "I don't know if he's still alive."

Rachel jumped up out of bed, her entire body numb. "We're coming, okay? We'll be there in a few minutes."

"Hurry," Quinn begged her. "Please hurry."

Finn had already gotten jeans on when Rachel hung up the phone. "He's not breathing," Rachel told Finn, her voice thick with tears.

Finn closed his eyes tightly. "Get dressed. I'll go tell everyone what's going on," he told her.

Rachel quickly threw on a dress, pulling her hair up in a ponytail as she ran up the stairs. Finn and his parents were in the kitchen talking. "Are we leaving?" she asked him.

Finn nodded. "We're going to talk to the officer outside and see if he'll follow us."

"But that will leave the house unprotected," Rachel protested.

"We can take care of it," Burt said. "You kids get to the hospital."

Rachel hugged him, then followed Finn out of the house. Finn quickly explained what was going on to the officer and they were soon on the road with the officer following them. Finn drove faster than the speed limit, but he figured the officer would understand.

Running into the hospital, they found Quinn outside the ICU waiting room. She was still sobbing. Rachel ran to her, hugging her. "What's happening?" Finn asked her.

Quinn shook her head. "No one has told me anything," she said. "I don't know if he's okay."

"Did he just stop breathing?" Rachel asked her, tears flowing freely down her face.

"He woke up," Quinn told them haltingly between sobs. "He didn't know where he was or what was going on. He kept screaming for you," she said, looking at Rachel. "He fought off all the nurses and when the doctor came in he said that Puck couldn't keep struggling like he was; he was hurting himself. So they decided to sedate him." She took a deep breath. "But it didn't work like it was supposed to. He stopped breathing." She looked at Rachel. "He just stopped breathing. His heart just stopped beating. Noah."

Rachel looked at Finn. He turned away from them, clenching his fists, fighting tears. "The doctors haven't been back out since?" she asked Quinn. Quinn shook her head. "Let's sit down, okay? We should all just sit down." She looked over at Finn. "Finn?"

Finn nodded and sat with them, holding Rachel's hand. They waited for good news…they were afraid of bad news. Finally the doctor came into the waiting room and found them. "You're here for Noah Puckerman?" he asked them tiredly.

"Yes," Finn said, jumping up. "Is he okay?"

"He's alive," the doctor told them. "We're air lifting him to the Good Samaritan Hospital in Cincinnati."

Quinn gasped. "Why?"

"Mr. Puckerman is in very serious condition and we are simply not equipped to deal with it here. At the Good Samaritan, he'll have a much better chance of making a full recovery."

"Is he already gone?" Rachel asked.

"The helicopter is flying in now." He looked at the kids. "Do any of you know where his parents are?"

"His mother was out of town and unable to get a flight back until the morning," Finn told the doctor.

"Can I go with him?" Quinn asked suddenly. "Please? He doesn't have anyone else."

"Are you related to him?" the doctor asked her.

"He's the father of my baby girl," Quinn told him truthfully.

The doctor nodded. "You need to come with me."

Quinn looked at Rachel and Finn. "I have to go," she told them. "He can't be alone."

Finn nodded, hugging her. "Watch over him."

Rachel hugged her too. "Call us, okay?"

Quinn wiped her face. "I will. I have to go grab my stuff. Will you guys be okay?"

"We're fine," Finn told her. "We have a police escort."

They watched her walk away, Rachel turning to Finn and pulling him close. Finn held her as she cried. She'd held it together for Quinn, but he knew how much she was hurting. He felt the same way. Puck was one of the most alive people he'd ever known. To imagine him as anything but was almost impossible. He sank back into his chair, pulling Rachel with him. He rocked her gently as she cried, unaware of the fact that he was crying as well.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," Rachel said after she'd calmed down a bit.

"I know baby," Finn said, rubbing her back. "I know."

"We didn't even do anything," she said. "We weren't even in the wrong. Nothing we've done was wrong!"

"Rach, calm down," Finn said soothingly. "It's going to be okay."

"I don't think it is," she said quietly. "I don't see how it can be."

They sat like that for at least twenty more minutes; it took that long for Rachel to finally stop crying. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, so Finn sent out a quick text letting their friends know what had happened…then he called his mom. "Finn?" she said as he picked up.

"Mama," he said, leaning against the wall and putting his head on his arm.

"Is he okay?"

"They're flying him out. Quinn is going to go with him so he isn't alone."

"Are you okay, baby?"

"No," he told her honestly. "I'm not. And neither is Rachel."

"You guys hurry back here. I'll fix you some hot chocolate."

Finn smiled. Carol thought hot chocolate fixed everything. He hoped she was right about that this time. "Okay. I love you."

He hung up and waited for Rachel. Their friends texted him back, upset about Puck. Mercedes asked if they should come to the hospital and Finn sent her a text telling her there was no reason they should. He paced the hallway, wondering where Rachel was. Finally, he walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Rach?" he said. He opened the door a little. "Rachel?" Not getting an answer, he opened the door fully, looking into the bathroom. She was standing in front of the mirror with her head down, crying. He moved into the bathroom, pulling her away from the sink and into a hug. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm scared," she told him. "I'm just scared, Finn."

His heart still racing, he nodded. They all were. "Let's get out of here."

Rachel took a deep breath and pulled away from him, taking his hand. They found the police officer that was guarding them at the front of the hospital and told him they were ready to leave. Driving through the small town of Lima, Finn found it hard to believe that so many bad things could be happening in a place so pretty.

They got back to Finn's house without incident and had hot chocolate with his mom. It did help a little. Finn felt like everything was moving in a blur. He wasn't even sure what they'd talked about in the kitchen. Carol told them just to leave their cups in the sink when she went up to bed. After they'd both sat staring into their hot chocolate cups for ten minutes, Finn got up and put them in the sink. He took Rachel's hand and pulled her towards his bedroom. She shut the door behind them, following him down the stairs.

Finn pulled his shirt off, stepping out of his jeans. He reached for his pajama pants but Rachel took his hand, stopping him from reaching them. He looked at her. "Rach?"

Rachel stepped back and pulled the dress she was wearing over her head, then removed her underwear as well. Realizing what she wanted, Finn wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, skin to skin. He lowered his head and his lips captured hers.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist. Finn's hands cupped her butt, pressing her against him. She moaned into his mouth and he cut the sound off by deepening the kiss. Wrapping his hand in her hair he used it to pull her head back. He trailed kisses down her neck, lifting her higher with his other arm so his mouth was on her breasts. "Now, Finn," she moaned in his ear.

Finn's mouth caught hers again as he pushed his underwear down, then lowered her onto him. She was ready, and he groaned as he slid inside her. She moved, clenching around him. Finn held her onto him, both remaining still for a moment. No matter what else was going on in the world, this was perfect. This was real.

Rachel cried, putting her head over on his shoulder. Nothing in her life had ever felt so right. Her entire life was falling apart; Finn was the one thing she could count on. She gasped as he moved, wrapping her legs tighter around him, taking him deeper into her.

"Ready?" he asked her hoarsely.

Rachel looked at him, biting her lip and nodded. Finn walked over to the bed, lowering her onto it. He pulled out of her, watching her face and he thrust back into her. "I love you," he whispered.

Rachel nodded, unable to say anything. She reached for him, pulling him down so that their chests were pressed together. Finn's hand reached between them, rubbing her. Rachel covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep from crying out. Closing her eyes, she moved under him, moving closer and closer to the edge.

"Come with me, Rachel," Finn said in her ear and she felt the waves of heat pooling in her stomach move throughout her body. She screamed but Finn's mouth covered hers, swallowing the noise.

Finn moved to the side of her brushing the hair out of her face. "Why are you crying, baby?" he asked her, kissing her softly.

"I love you so much," she said, sobbing into his neck. "I don't ever want us to end."

"We're not going to," he told her.

"What if we don't make it?" she said, looking up at him. "What if they win? They want to kill us Finn."

"We'll make it," he told her. "I promise, Rachel. We'll make it."

"What about Noah?"

"He'll make it too."

Wiping her face, she looked at him. "Promise?"

Finn nodded. "Promise."