"I can't believe you're sleeping!" Kurt yelled angrily.

Finn sat up quickly. "What happened?" he asked, the room spinning around him.

"The town is burning down around us and you're sleeping," Kurt said, standing at the foot of the bed. Finn was still seeing two of everything, so there was actually two angry Kurt's at the foot of the bed.

Finn rubbed his eyes, still trying to figure out what was going on. "What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea what we've been through?"

"Do you know what I'm going through right now? Do you know what's happening to your friends while you're sleeping?"

"They're on their way here," Finn said defensively.

"Yeah, they were."

"What do you mean, they were? Where's Blaine?"

"He's with me."

Finn looked around the room. "No he's not."

"Look, Finn, if you're going to be our leader, you need to at least be paying attention."

"What the fuck is your problem, Kurt?" Finn asked, angry. "Rachel was shot for God's sake."

"Rachel is fine. You're fine. You're both alive."

Finn pushed the blanket off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed. His head was killing him; sitting up had caused a fresh wave of dizziness. "Kurt, just tell me what you want me to know, okay?" He looked up at his brother.

"You have to save us," Kurt said.

Finn sighed and closed his eyes. "You're already saved." He looked at Kurt to tell him to just leave but he was gone. Something exploded by his hospital window and he jumped up. Looking out, he could see that everything was on fire; even the ambulances carrying their friends. "No!" he screamed, beating against the window.

"Finn!" Rachel said, shaking him. "Finn, baby, wake up."

Finn sat up in the bed, breathing hard. "What?"

Rachel rose on her knees, holding his face in her hands. "Baby, you were having a nightmare."

"No, it was real," he said, pulling away from her and going to the window. He could see fire in the distance but there were no explosions and none of the ambulances were ablaze. His head was throbbing, though, and he was still seeing two of everything. That had been real.

"Finn," Rachel said, standing behind him, "we're okay."

"What about Kurt and Blaine and the rest of our friends?"

Rachel wrapped her arms around his waist and put her cheek against his back. "Kurt and Blaine made it here okay. I'm not sure about the rest yet, but I'm sure they're fine too."

"Are the riots still going on?"

Rachel nodded. "They're calming down, though. Daddy said that the National Guard really moved things along."

"Your dads are okay?" Finn turned around and put his arms around her. "How long was I sleeping?"

"A few hours," she told him. "My dads were hit by a stolen car driven by an 11 year old. Dad's leg is broken and they're keeping him here for observation. He's going to be okay, though. Daddy is down there with him."

"My Mom and Burt?" he asked, putting his hands under the little shirt she wore and rubbing her back.

Rachel moved closer to him. "Both fine. They'll be back."

"Puck?"

"He's doing better. Quinn was the one who contacted Detective Bridges to let him know what was going on at the school. She said Brandi called and told her. I guess her Dad was killed at the factory today and she decided she didn't want to be a part of any of it anymore."

Finn's stomach clenched. Brandi's dad was probably the man Finn had seen get shot. "That's awful," he said.

"So many things about this are awful," Rachel said sadly.

Finn looked down into her face. "I love you," he told her, leaning down to kiss her lightly. "When I thought Zeke had shot you…" he trailed off. "Rachel, I can't ever go through anything like that again."

"I know," she said softly. "I know." She leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Always with the kissing," Kurt said, coming into their room.

"Kurt," Finn said, smiling at his brother. He didn't let go of Rachel, though. He didn't think he could. "How's Blaine?"

"Doing better," Kurt told him. "They gave him some blood. His mom's in there with him right now."

"What about Tina?" Rachel asked him.

"She and Mike went to a different hospital."

"I hope they're okay," Rachel said.

"Who is here?" Finn asked him.

"Artie is here. He's fine; they just beat the crap out of him. He said something about a loose tooth? Mercedes dad can probably help him with that. She and Sam are at the police station trying to help them figure out who was friend and who was foe. Sam's wrist was broken, but they set it at one of the smaller hospital set ups."

"I don't envy them that job," Rachel said. "I can't believe how many kids showed up to help. It was amazing."

"I wish I'd been there," Kurt told them.

"I know how hard it must have been for you to be in that vent for so long," Finn told him. "You were really brave."

"Of course I was," Kurt said. "I have decided to write a letter to our Senator, expressing my displeasure at the lack of available emergency services during crisis."

"Porcelain, please do so," Sue said from the doorway. "If it's well written enough I'll read it during one of my debates." She walked into the room and looked at Finn and Rachel, then back at Kurt. "Your boyfriend was looking for you," she told him.

Kurt nodded, looking at Finn and Rachel. "I'll be back later to check on you," he told them.

"Ms. Sylvester," Finn said after Kurt had left the room. "I haven't seen you around much."

"Well, Mr. Hudson, I've been busy setting up my election campaign," she told him. "Sit," she told them, and they did so. Though they didn't think about it, Sue Sylvester was someone that you just listened to. "I wasn't around when Figgins decided to vote in the new school policies, but if I had been I would have been able to tell him what would happen as a result. People don't like being told that they have to change who they are." She looked out the window at the fires raging downtown. "People say I can be a bit of a bully," she continued, looking back at them. "That's just the way I am."

"The way you are hurts other people," Rachel told her.

Sue sighed and put her hands in her pockets. "I would normally disagree with you, Berry. I would say that it helps build character. After what's happened in the past week, I can't in good conscience say that's true. It got out of control. I know that many of my cheerleaders were a part of the attacks on you and your friends and I want to extend my apology to you both, as well as to them. In my attempt to make them stronger, I may have pushed them into something else entirely." She walked towards the door, pausing for a moment. "I'm glad you're both okay." With that, she was gone.

Rachel looked at Finn. "That was odd."

Finn nodded. "She's right, though. For as long as I can remember, most of the faculty has looked over the bullying behavior as if it wasn't a problem. Maybe now they'll all see that it is."

Rachel put her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her. "Maybe things will change for the better at McKinley," she said.

"Half the student population will be in juvie," he said, smiling. "That's a start."

"I can't imagine walking down the hallways and not being afraid," she admitted. "The first day I packed an extra pair of clothes and I remember praying that I wouldn't need them. I almost left them in the car."

Finn kissed her forehead. "No more slushie facials means you won't need a change of clothes."

Rachel nodded. "I wonder what will happen to the football team," she murmured.

Finn frowned. "I don't know. Puck's out, Sam will be out, we don't know about Mike…all of those other guys are out. We won't have a team."

"Maybe I'll join again," Rachel said, smiling at him.

Finn smiled back at her, placing a lingering kiss on her lips. "You do look good in a uniform," he told her huskily.

"So do you," she told him. The warmth of Finn around her steadied her. Sitting in a hospital room with their town on fire around them, she felt safe inside his arms. "You know…after all of this, New York will be a breeze."

Finn chuckled, wincing a little when his ribs began hurting. "I don't know if New York is ready for us."