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Chapter Five
RachelPOV
I'd managed to get Santana to rejoin the group, though hesitantly, and we'd gone in to the bathroom, fixed up her make-up, and brought her back out. The two of us had never been close by any means, but she was like a little sister to me, and I hated to see her suffer. I knew from experience that relationships were hard, and I couldn't really blame her for how she'd treated me after my break-up with Finn - I'd understood her case, considering that he was her brother's best friend.
As we walked down the hallway, my phone began to ring, the sounds of Idina Menzel from Wicked blasting through my pocket. As I awkwardly reached in to one pocket, pulling out my iPhone, I whispered, "Hello?", because Santana was sobbing and I didn't want to just leave her.
"RACHEL! Oh my God, oh my God - Rachel, they crashed! T-They-"
"Kurt, calm down," I said, trying to be as calm as possible, though already my head was swimming with possibilities, anxiety and worry. Kurt and I weren't known to be the best thinkers in a crisis. "What exactly happened?"
"They crashed, Rachel, my God-" Kurt was crying, sobbing lightly, as from the background, I could hear the sounds of the highway roaring by. "Sebastian and Blaine took my car back to the house-"
"-Blaine and Sebastian?-"
"- and the rest of us are on the way in Mike's mini-van," said Kurt, quickly, hiccupping, as I could almost see the tears coming from his face. "Y-You guys are closer, can you get there? The paramedics are on their way."
"W-What, Kurt…are they okay?" I said sharply. Santana was giving me a quizzical look from next to me, but from Kurt's frantic behavior, I almost didn't want to listen.
"Sam's hurt pretty badly," said Kurt sadly, his voice trembling. "Take a couple of people in Jesse's car, alright? Puck probably brought his keys with him like he always does, so it's just going to have to be whoever you can fit in your car, Rach - Mike is texting you how to get there, hurry!"
"Santana, My God, they crashed! They're not in any permanent pain, b-but oh my, oh my God-" Santana and I, without even saying it, sprinted through the hallway and in to the living room, where the rest of the girls were finishing up their movie.
"Santana, grab my jacket," I said quickly, and Santana nodded, sprinting up the stairs. We were both immediately putting our despairs behind the guy's. It was almost hard for me to think about the situation without tearing up, but I wanted to be strong. "There's…there's been a car crash, guys, and no one's seriously hurt, but Kurt and the others are pretty far away, so we're going to go out there in Jesse's car-"
"I'm going," said Harmony instantly, hopping up from her seat and tossing on her moccasins with an air of determination. She was just the person I needed. Harmony didn't freak out in a crisis, and she rarely lost her cool.
"Me too!" cried out Quinn, beginning to sob, as Sugar half-heartedly wrapped her arm around her. God, I hated that bitch, but it was too quick for me to say anything.
"Keep in touch, Rach, alright?" said Mercedes, rising up from her seat and giving me a hug as Santana emerged with our jackets and the keys to Jesse's car. "They're going to be okay, Rachel." She whispered in my ear, and I felt reassured.
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The car ride was arguably one of the most awkward experiences of my life-time. Harmony drove, the rest of us too scared to, and I sat in the back seat, wedged next to Santana, as she'd wanted me to comfort her, and Quinn hadn't wanted to be anywhere near me. Quinn was sobbing, but frankly, none of us cared.
"What if we lose him?" Quinn said hysterically, getting too close for comfort toward Harmony, who clearly stiffened. "What would we do?"
"They're not going to die, Quinn," I said firmly, patting Santana on the head, because her brother was in the car and I didn't need her to get more upset than she was.
"Oh, easy for you to say, Berry!" shouted Quinn shrilly. "It's not like the love of your life is in that car!" It took all I had not to remind her that first off, Jesse was in that car, and second, I'd meant more to Finn than she ever had, but it didn't seem like the right place, with Santana's sobbing and even some uncomfortable nature from Harmony, of all people.
"Now listen to me, and listen to me good, Quinn," I said, as icily as my voice could possibly allow. "I don't like you. You don't like me. Now, kindly leave me alone before I pound my fist straight through your skull-"
"S-Stop!" screeched Santana, clawing her talons in to my arm as I involuntarily jumped in excruciating pain. "They c-could be dying, you two, s-stop it, ENOUGH!"
Quinn and I immediately stopped talking, though she shot me a dirty look. Harmony's hands were trembling as she gripped the steering wheel, but not a single tear had fallen out of her eyes, and I applauded her for that - every group needed someone to be strong.
"We're almost there, guys," whispered Harmony. "We're almost there."
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KurtPOV
I'd never driven with such speeds as I was at that moment. My skin was jumping, my stomach had dropped, but I couldn't stop focusing. Snow was lightly falling on the highway, and if we got in an accident, I think the girls' heads would legitimately explode. I hadn't expected Mike's mini-van to drive at such rapid speeds, but it was holding up.
We were quite the motley crew. Mike sat in the passenger seat next to me, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, as he whispered quietly over the phone to Tina. Matt was behind us, and he nervously drummed on the sides of his chair, clearly a bit intoxicated. Artie sat in the back, awkwardly crammed in, though a frown was on his face - he was clearly nervous, and talking to Brittany over the phone as well, seeming to be calming her down. Shane's massive form was behind me, and he could barely fit inside of the van. And in the back, near Artie, did Dave and Rory, both seem very uncomfortable - clearly they weren't as close with Puck, Sam and Finn as the rest of us were.
Even Jesse, I felt a little worried about. Regardless of how much of a douche he was, he didn't deserve to be injured. Finn had hung up minutes ago. I had no idea if the paramedics had arrived, or if he was even conscious. I'd never been this nervous, but I was trying my best to pull through, for the sake of the rest of the group.
My dad and Carole had already been called but, out of the city, they told me that they'd be sending Mrs. Lopez, since I didn't have her number. The Berry's, too, had been notified, but neither one was coming our way, though they were praying for us.
"Sh, don't be afraid, T," murmured Mike. He was unreadable with his sunglasses on, but he sent a frown my way. "No, they're going to be alright, Tina; did Rachel and the others leave yet? Oh, they did? Okay, good. I love you too, T. I'll call you once we find everything out." He hung up the phone and pulled off his sunglasses, wiping tears from his face. "I'm scared, Kurt."
"Don't be," I whispered, though truthfully, I was petrified. The bar was miles away from the accident sight that Finn had described to me, a good hour away, so it seemed as though Rachel and the others would be the closest to him. I just hoped that they were arriving there, soon, because I couldn't bear the thought of them being alone any longer.
Finn and I didn't always get along, but he was like a brother to me. He was one of the few people that I truly loved - him, and my dad and Carole, and Blaine and Mercedes. I just couldn't bear the thought of losing him.
"I wish I'd gone in your car, Kurt," Artie's voice sounded like a murmur, but I could hear him clearly from the back of the car. "I'm not going to be much help."
In the panic, I'd completely forgotten that Sebastian had taken Blaine in my car. Why did I let him? What the hell was I thinking? In reality, I'd been so freaked-out that I hadn't expected what Sebastian was doing was wrong, but now, it was clear to me. Clearly Blaine was drunk, but if Sebastian Smythe even touched my boyfriend, he'd get a stiletto heel jammed so far up his ass he'd be bleeding for weeks.
"It's good that you're coming, Artie," smiled Mike. "It'll be good for moral support." I never really understood their relationship. Mike had essentially stolen Tina from Artie, but he seemed to be over her.
"I hope so," shrugged Artie. "I'm just worried."
"So am I, Artie," I nodded, a tear dripping from my eye. "So am I."
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HarmonyPOV
I'd driven nearly ten miles over the speed limit the entire way there, but we arrived at the scene finally. Berry, Santana and Blonde Bitch were all complete wrecks, but I knew that I had to be composed. Truthfully, the thought of losing Jesse was haunting me. I'd made it casual when I'd volunteered, but there was no way I was going to lose him.
Thankfully, the paramedics had arrived, but the place was panic. I was the most experienced driver in the group, but the sheet of ice overlooking the turn must've been six inches thick.
"Park over there, Harmony," choked out Santana. "And be careful!" I steered the car toward the edge of the road and parked it, but it was clearly slippery, and we all had to maneuver our ways carefully from out of Jesse's car.
The police cars, fire engines and ambulances were all around, and red and blue flashing lights blended in with the white falling snow. The guys must've gone around the turn and slid from the ice, because Finn's truck was face-first in a snow-bank off of the road.
"Oh my God!" shouted Santana, bursting in to tears and collapsing in to Santana's arms. As Quinn identified with the police officer that we were here for them, a stretcher rolled by, and Sam Evans's mangled body was on top of it. He was covered in scrapes, and heavily bleeding from his torso and from his arm. I could barely even look.
Suddenly, Santana squealed, and she ran from Rachel's arms, weaving through police officers until she reached an ambulance, where Puck was sitting on the back of it, covered in a blanket. The two of them embraced, and Santana started sobbing.
"Shh, I'm alright, 'Tana," Puck whispered, caressing her head. "I'm alright."
"How are they?" said Rachel shrilly, stepping forward, Quinn and I behind her. The only person we'd seen that we knew was Sam, and we'd all seen how badly he'd come out.
"I don't know, Rachel," said Puck hopelessly. "I-I don't remember anything - anything! - I-I, we were crashing, a-and, and Sam was hurt-"
Santana wrapped her arm around Puck, protectively. It was as if the two being around one another was comforting enough, so that both, in their hysterical states, could be at an odd sort of calm. "Shh, calm down, Puck."
"We're taking him to the hospital," said one of the paramedics, eyeing Santana nervously as she gave him a frightening stare. "Are you an immediate relative?"
"I'm riding in the ambulance," said Santana at once, both to us and to the paramedic.
"Wait, wait, wait," said a voice from the ambulance. From outside, I could tell that it was Finn, but he was barely conscience, and from my side, Rachel stiffened. "I want…I want Rachel to ride with us."
Berry was absolutely shocked, her face turning bright red, as Quinn burst in to tears by her side, mascara pouring down her face. But she and Santana complied, and they loaded in to the ambulance, it flying down the street at an alarming rate, as Quinn and I loaded in to the car, her clinging to my arm and sobbing – god, I hate her.
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RachelPOV
Waiting rooms are the most horrible thing ever created. All of the emotions are to the extreme, everything in the room tugging on your heartstrings, from the noises from the vending machines to the gurneys holding bodies flying by. My foot tapped nervously, as I drummed on the arm of the chair, my ear-buds loosely in my head as I comprehend what had just happened. No, the best thing to do was state the facts. My name is Rachel Berry. I have two gay dads. I'm in a relationship with Jesse St. James. I was in a relationship with Finn Hudson. They just got in a car crash. Finn asked me to ride with them. And I agreed to do it.
I wasn't going to turn him down, of course, because he was an ambulance, but all of my emotions toward him poured out, my frustrations with him and Quinn, and my nerves about Jesse and just, hearing him so weak, I had no other choice. The ambulance ride had been incredibly awkward, as I'd expected, with Jesse and Finn both craving my attention. Sam was not in a good position, being in the position that he'd been in, while Puck was with Santana the entire ride; she never let go of his hand, and I whispered her words of encouragement as the paramedics promised us it was nothing serious.
Harmony was by my side, holding my hand. It was just a little gesture, but it meant the world to me, and it meant even more that the people in the room were bewildered at our holding hands. In my opinion, though, if two girls are friends and they want to hold hands, they should be able to hold hands. We were like sisters, and I was most surely going to hold her hand as much as I wanted, because she made me feel comfortable at this moment, which was what I needed. Kurt, too, was by my side, a nervous wreck, as he gave a play-by-play to Carole and Burt, who were too far away to come here.
I'd alerted my two fathers, who said that they were going to pray for the boys, but there was no way they could make it. Santana and Quinn held each other as they sobbed, and the rest of the boys were around the room; Mike, Matt, Artie, Shane, Dave and Rory all very nervous about the conditions that their friends were in.
And then a frantic sight flew through the door to the hospital; Anita Lopez wore a stylish coat and hat, and she rushed through the entrance with such efficiency and chaos that the woman was like a tornado that would never be stopped. "Where is my son?" She said, hysterically, but keeping her composure enough to eye the woman at the counter.
"I-I can't allow you back in the room at this moment, until Dr. Wu gives the clear, Mrs. Lopez," said the nurse, but Anita seemed to rise a couple of inches, until she was centimeters close to the poor woman's face.
"My son just got in a car crash," said Anita, murmuring out the words with such ferocity that the woman across from her flinched. "I'm going in the room – 'Tana, let's go." I admired Anita and absolutely understood her dedication toward her kids, and where Santana got her attitude from. As Anita grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her toward the door, a well-dressed doctor emerged from the room.
"Mrs. Lopez, I presume?" Dr. Wu said, polishing off his collar as if nothing was wrong, smiling nonchalantly. "The boys are fine, Mrs. Lopez, if you'd like to see them-"
Anita and Santana sprinted off down the hallway toward the room that Dr. Wu had just emerged from, presumably that of the boys. Sighing, Dr. Wu turned toward us. "Is there anyone else in the room that's a family member of the patients?"
Kurt raised his hand hesitantly. "I'm Finn Hudson's step-brother."
"Well, since he's 18, I don't need a guardian here, I suppose," said Dr. Wu, explaining the conditions of the guys to us, as we hung on to his every word. "They're lucky that they're still alive, and completely lucky that they're not injured. Finn's got a broken arm, and nothing but scrapes and bruises for the others, though we've put them on some anesthetics to numb the pain for now."
A flush of pea coats and berets entered the room in that moment as we all breathed sighs of relief: Mercedes, Brittany, Sugar, Tina, Lauren and Sunshine all flew in to the room, collapsing in to seats around the room, as Mike, Matt and Rory filled in the girls on the conditions of the men, and they were ecstatic.
Finn was okay – Jesse was okay – and I couldn't have been happier, as Kurt and I weaved our hands together and followed Dr. Wu down the hallway, completely ignoring the words coming from his mouth. We entered the room, and I was immediately taken aback by how peaceful the boys looked. Jesse looked like an angel, with scars all across his face, and a black eye that was extremely evident. Finn was across from him – poetic justice, I suppose – as Anita and Santana knelt at Puck's bedside, who wasn't conscience whatsoever. Sam looked as bad as everyone had said, but I was just thankful they were alive, at this point.
"I'll leave you all alone," said Dr. Wu, exiting the room. Anita shot me a smile as she caressed Puck's forehead, while Santana cried.
"Who was driving the car, Rachel?" purred Anita, near silent as to not wake the boys. There was such a ferocity to her, such just a general sense of being above everyone around her that made her employees quiver to her. She really was stunningly beautiful, and looked as though she could be a sister to both Puck and Santana.
"I think it was Finn," I shrugged, sinking by Jesse's bedside and clutching his hand. Kurt was by Finn, and we all sat, quietly, not really knowing what to do, not knowing how to respond, and not knowing what to say.
"R-Rachel?" A voice murmured – no, no it wasn't him, he wouldn't – but yes, as I turned myself around, Finn was calling my name weakly from his bed. Not seeing any other alternative, I walked toward him slowly, my face concealing my emotions. My head was spinning, but I hated letting Finn see me vulnerable.
He reached out his hand to hold mine, and his scrapes meshed with my smooth skin; it was like an electric current rushed through us, and I could sense the chemistry, though I didn't want to. And then he was rising up from his seat, and sparks exploded, fireworks going off, as my tongue slid passionately in between his mouth, and he let out a surprised and loving moan as our hands still intertwined –
Kurt coughed, once, more of a warning than anything else, and Anita and Santana were both staring at us, eyebrows raised, as Santana let out a nervous giggle. My face bright red, I dashed out of the room, through the back entrance of the hallway as to avoid the gang in the waiting room. Not really caring, I ran straight in to the bathroom, splashing my face with water.
What was I doing? This was the douche bag that had been insulting me this entire trip! And now he was safe, and not injured, so why did I have to worry? I should be in there with Jessie, I thought. My boyfriend, my love, needed me, and I was being selfish and just stupid. Regaining my train of consciousness, I re-entered the room and sat quietly by Jesse's bed, ignoring the stares from Anita, Santana, Kurt and a barely conscious Finn.
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KurtPOV
Rachel and Finn? I had no idea, but I honestly just didn't want to get involved in that. I knew that Rachel had a passion for the theatrical and was probably trying to just cause a scene, though I was thankful that Jesse hadn't seen and that no one had been in the room to tell him about this. Dr. Wu warned us that they'd be asleep for a while, so we went back in to the waiting room. A plan had been made that the girls would head back to the house in Puck's car, the boys in Mike's, and Jesse's would be left in the parking lot.
Anita, Santana, Rachel and I would be staying overnight, of course, as would Harmony and Quinn. No one wanted that useless bitch anywhere near the guys, but she was too overprotective about Finn to ever let it go. I'd always questioned Harmony's relationship with Jesse, but wasn't necessarily in the position to question Rachel on this, as me and her weren't the closest of friends.
As I kissed Mercedes, hugging Tina goodbye and wishing them all safety on the way home, I was shocked as two men entered the room, one wearing a bright red flannel shirt, a beanie and jeans, and the other with a bowtie and a beautiful face that still couldn't get rid of my anger toward him.
"What the hell, Blaine?" I didn't care that I was making a scene; I ran at Blaine with full force and pressed my hands in to his chest, knocking him over with full force. "Where were you?"
"Kurt, calm down, honey," said Blaine, wrapping his arms around me protectively as I shook from tears. I'd just been so worried about them, and I just generally didn't trust Sebastian whatsoever-
"We got lost, Kurt, that's all," said Sebastian, smiling icily as if to warn me that this was a step toward his relationship with Blaine, though I absolutely knew that this day had been a score in Sebastian's book. "Though I'm certainly glad I got to spend a great day with Blaine-"
"Will you shut up, Sebastian?" Blaine finally barked. He wasn't the type to get angry toward people, but clearly Sebastian had been pushing his buttons and, sensing he wasn't wanted, Sebastian slinked in to a seat next to Harmony; the smirk on his face made it clear that he too would be staying the night, although that was relatively obvious because he didn't get along with anyone back at the house. "Are they okay?"
"They're fine," I smiled. "I'm just glad to see you."
"I am too," said Blaine firmly, and the two of us sank in to seats next to one another, smiling, though I could somewhat tell that Blaine was hiding something. Now wasn't the time to ask, of course, but I just didn't like the way that he and Sebastian had disappeared for as long as they had.
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LaurenPOV
Now, I pride myself on being a level-headed person, but the mansion had been off the chain since we'd arrived. Thankful that the guys were okay, it was pandemonium the minute that we arrived back at the house. Mercedes and Shane snuck off, as did Mike and Tina, and Matt and Sugar of course – regardless of how much shit we gave him, he was getting ass, and that was all that mattered.
Sunshine, Artie, Brittany, Dave, Rory and I congregated in the living room, as Brittany mixed up drinks and toasted us all good health. Honestly, the person I'd most been shocked with in the house was Dave, who I'd never expected to be friends with, but he was a really good guy that I just liked being around. The six of us started joking with one another as the TV blasted from the other room.
We'd taken several drinks, only really interrupted by Sugar's naked escapade through the kitchen to retrieve a condom, but after a while, the only two in the room that weren't completely wasted were Dave and I. "They're all idiots, I swear," clucked Dave disapprovingly. "It's rather hilarious."
"Hey, Sunshine?" slurred Artie, leaning around in his wheelchair. Impulsively, he leaned in to the young girl by his feet and started kissing her full-force, tongues sloshing, as he ran his hand through her hair.
I nearly exploded right then and there, and looked to Dave in absolute shock. What Artie had just done shocked the entire room. Sunshine immediately pulled back, her face bright red, and darted out of the room, concealing her face from all of us. Brittany stared at Artie with absolute hatred and dashed away, leaving Dave and I speechless, though Dave erupted in to nervous laughter.
"What the hell, Artie?" said Rory. "What was that about? Do you want to make her life here miserable? I swear-"
"Shut up, Ireland," I said, interrupting him before he could get himself in trouble, but Artie wasn't having it and began screaming, as Rory rushed at him. Sensing an immediate fight, Dave and I braced ourselves, as Dave lifted Rory off of his feet and pulled him out of the room, Rory screaming obscenities. I knew that Artie wasn't going anywhere given the drunken stupor I was in, so I chased after Brittany.
"Brit? You okay?" I whispered, whipping my head around a hallway, where Brittany stood, wiping her tears with a tissue.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," murmured Brittany, wiping mascara from her cheeks. "I just…Artie's really an ass, isn't he?"
Brittany and I both laughed, as I agreed with her. Artie just didn't seem like he knew how to have a relationship with a girl – he never had, and probably never would.
It was then that Dave entered the room, saying that Rory had passed out in their room, and would probably be out for a while. "Let's just get to bed," I smiled, patting Brittany on the back. "I swear, these people are insane!"
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RachelPOV
I woke before everyone else, having fallen asleep in a completely uncomfortable position with my head in Kurt's lap. Anita seemed to be awake, as well, with a cup of coffee clutched in her hands: she was clearly worried about her son but had things that she needed to get done. Harmony, Quinn, Santana, Blaine and Sebastian were all asleep everywhere, but my rising had seemed to wake Kurt.
"Mrs. Lopez?" It was Dr. Wu, poking his head around the corner. "The boys are free to go now."
Sam, Jesse, Puck and Finn all entered the room, and now fully awake, we all attacked them with kisses and hugs. Quinn aggressively made out with Finn, but he pulled himself from her clutches enough to say hi to Kurt and Anita, as Jesse came to me. "Thank you for staying," smiled Jesse.
"How could I help it?" I smiled back, kissing him on the cheek.
Anita hugged her son and scolded him, saying that he better get his act together, but clearly Puck was shaken and not at all ready to drive. "Well, I'd better be going," said Anita, adjusting her hat and scarf, and leaning in for a hug. "And don't worry – I won't say anything about the kiss." I caught her wink as she exited the hospital.
As dysfunctional as we were, my group of friends had become a family, and arm and arm we exited from the hospital: Sam, Jesse, Puck, Finn, Quinn, Santana, Kurt, Harmony, Sebastian, Blaine and I. We were all loading in to Kurt's and Puck's cars, but before this, I just needed to get something off of my chest.
"Finn?" I murmured. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
The two of us went by the entrance ramp of the hospital: Quinn and Jesse were glaring daggers, but I didn't care. "I just…I just need to know; do you know what happened?" I said impulsively, my heart racing. I hadn't thought about pointing attention to it from the start but now felt as though Finn deserved to know.
"What are you talking about, Rachel?"
"You kissed me, Finn," I said, quickly, looking him straight in the eyes. "You were barely conscious, but you kissed me."
"You're full of shit, Rachel!" shouted Finn, so loudly that Santana spun around from one of the cars. His anger was completely misdirected, and I was a little taken aback by how he was treating me. "You just want to screw up what Quinn and I have, don't you?"
"What the – you were talking trash about her yesterday, Finn!" I screeched.
"Fuck you, Rachel," said Finn, flipping me off as he walked toward the car. He'd never been vulgar toward me, and part of me wanted to curl up in to a ball and die. What did he think, I was lying? Who would lie about that? My whole body was shaking as I walked toward the car, loading in next to Jesse, but Finn's misdirected anger toward me had mad the entire ride uncomfortable.
"You there, sweetheart?" murmured Jesse.
"Oh yeah, it's…it's nothing."
Author's Note: Well, that's the chapter! Once again, my apologies for the lateness of this, and I hope that the updates are more frequent! I never abandon any of my stories; I can't leave characters like these behind!