A Part of Something Special

Say Anything

I jumped when the phone rang again. "I'm on my way," Kurt screamed into the phone. It was like he read my mind. "Thank god," I whispered to myself. I called the airline again, "Hi , I'm Rachel Hudson-Berry. I'm married to one of the people who was on 78. Do you have any news on Finn Hudson?" I asked, as calmly as I could. "Finn Hudson," the lady on the phone questions. "Yes," I replied. "Give me a moment and let me see what I can find." She began typing on her computer, she was a loud typer. "Ma'am you'll get a call in a few hours with the details," she said. "A few hours! I don't have a few hours! Is he dead?" I screamed at her through the phone. "I'm sorry but I can't give that information out," she said in her most sincere voice. I hung up on her and a few minutes later Kurt walked in. "Rachel," he was running up to me and leaning in for a hug. As soon as we touched, I just started crying uncontrollably. "They won't tell me anything," I told him. He tried soothing me, almost like I was the four month old. We sat down on the couch and I explained to him that I called the airline. About an hour into our conversation, my cell phone rang. "Finn!" I yelled as I picked up the phone. "Is this Rachel Hudson-Berry?" The man on the phone asked. "Uh- yes, who is this?" I asked. "This is New York Airlines," he answered. "Oh, hi, umm- do you have any news on my husband?" I asked. "Finn Hudson? I'm so sorry to inform you that the crash was very traumatic and no one made me." I hung up before he could say anything.