PuckPOV
Standing, I cleared my throat, looking around the room slowly as I began, "Finn can't be with us tonight, and I'm sure most of you know why. This morning, he lost his battle, but we all know how hard he fought." I paused for a moment, wiping my moist eyes, seeing Quinn's swollen and tearing up as well. She and Finn had been close, having been here at Haven house longer than the rest of us. They were the founders of The Midnight Society, and as of today, she was the only surviving orginal member. Her stay here was longer than most, stretching a full 6 months and counting, "Last night, while we were all tucked away in our beds, Finn wrote us his last story. If you guys don't mind, I'd like to skip my turn tonight and read his story instead."
"Did he..." Rachel's voice trailed off as she pushed the hair of her blond wig behind her ears. You'd never know it was a wig by looking at it, the hair so soft and silky smooth, but those of us that had stood by as her own brunette locks had begun to thin knew the truth, "Say anything?"
I smiled slightly, nodding, "He said he'd see us soon and we better have some good stories to tell."
"That's so Finn.." Quinn whispered with a laugh. "Before you start, everybody raise your glass."
The liquid in our cups might look like water or apple juice to the rest of the world, but as we toasted our friend, it was the finest wine, "To Finn, may the other side treat him better than this side did." Sam's deep voice declared before he broke into a fit of coughs.
"Here Here," We all cheered, tapping our dixie cups together before swallowing back what would could, only Mercedes setting her cup to the side. She was always cautious about putting too much into her shutting down system. It's the way we have to think around here.
"Noah, go for it,"Rachel encouraged, helping Kurt back into his seat.
Unfolding the paper, I cleared my throat once more, "Once upon a time," already Quinn was crying, "In a land far far away..." together, we fell into the tale Finn weaved as his last:
A boy and a girl sat side by side at the edge of the water, feet dangling into the cold creek, hands tangling on the planks of the bridge beneath them. "Hey Finn?" her soft voice called across the air.
"Yeah, Q.." he replied with a smile in his voice.
"Do you think it hurts? When you die?"
"I think it's like anything else in life, the fear of going into it outweighs the terror once you're there." he said, turning her way.
"And are you scared?" she asked hesitantly.
"Only of not knowing if any part of me stays or if in leaving, I cease to exist. Like a bubble in the wind, flexing and bowing in a way that almost breathes and then, before you know it POP...and it's gone. And no one misses the bubble."
"I'd miss the bubble Finn." she whispered as her eyes met his.
Brushing the hair away from her face, his fingers cupped her cheek, "The bubble would miss you too."
"If you go...before me.." she swallowed, "Will you find a way...to let me know the bubble...didn't pop? That it's still there somewhere..."
"You mean if you blow it the right way?" he asked laughing.
She covered her beautiful green eyes with her hand, "Your horrible,"
With his other hand, he moved her fingers, bringing his lips close to hers, "But you love it."
Her soft smile said it all and as the sun dipped behind the sky, their lips met in a kiss that would last for all of eternity.
Raising my eyes, I brought my hand to my mouth to clear my throat once more, "That's...that's where he stopped..."
Tears were flowing freely down Quinn's cheeks, "He wrote us a love story..."
"A really morbid one..." Mercedes supplied as Quinn tossed a pillow in her direction.
"I think it's beautiful," Rachel assured her, smiling her way, "You were the last person he thought of before..." her voice trailed off as all our mouth dropped slowly open. In the center of the room, floating in one place, was a bubble, the light from the lamp casting rainbow hues along it's edges.
The silence lingered before Sam said, "Do you think that's..."
"It's gotta be..." I began.
"It's Finn."Quinn's voice sounded certain. "It's Finn."
"And on that note, ladies and gentleman,"Kurt said, sounding spooked, "I think it's time to go to our rooms where we can medicate till we can say this never happened. All in favor?"
Laughter and looks of disbelief followed his words, but every voice called "AYE"
Somethings in life can't be explained, like why the young must go, why some lives must be cut short, or why some bubble's refuse to pop.