Distracted by yet another ring of her phone, Quinn turned around to pick her Blackberry up and quickly read the 2 messages that Rachel had sent her.
RACHEL: HURRY
RACHEL: WHERE ARE YOU?
"ON MY WAY" Quinn sent before hearing the loud honk of the truck that crashed into the side of her car, making the blonde's vision fade to black.
…
"It's been 15 minutes since she sent that text!" Rachel yelled. "Where is your girlfriend, Santana?"
"If she said she's on her way, then she is."
"Quinn's house is only 10 minutes away from here. What's taking her so long?"
"Rachel my dear," Kurt said. "You need to calm down and be patient. Quinn is probably almost here. Just sit down and rela-"
The boy was interrupted when Rachel's phone started ringing.
"Excuse me," the brunette said as she answered her phone.
Everyone watched as Rachel's facial expression changed from happy to upset, where tears were starting to fall from her face.
Once the call ended, Leroy immediately went to hug his daughter in an attempt to comfort her.
"What's wrong baby girl?"
"Quinn got into an accident. She's being rushed to the hospital right now," Rachel said as she sobbed onto her daddy's chest.
"Wait! What about the wedding?" Finn asked.
"Nobody fucking cares about that right now!" Santana yelled in rage. "I'm going to see how Quinn is doing at the hospital."
…
Santana had been pacing the hospital floor for the past 3 hours, awaiting the news of her girlfriend. She refused to go home and only sat down when she cried her eyes out, her tears blurring her vision. The rest of the Glee kids had left the hospital, leaving Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt, and Judy Fabray in the waiting room.
"It's all my fault," Rachel wailed. "I shouldn't have rushed her with all those texts I sent her when I wasn't even going to go through with the marriage. I should have listened to her when she told me that I was better than Finn Hudson."
"You shouldn't blame yourself," Mercedes said as she rubbed soothing circles around Rachel's back. "Quinn would never blame you. You're one of her friends, she'd even congratulate you for finally making the right choice."
"I can't believe she had to get into a serious car accident for me to see that marrying Finn is something that I never wanted to do. My younger self would have hit me in the head for letting some crappy high school love get in the way of my Broadway dreams."
"Is anyone here for Quinn Fabray?" a young doctor asked, stepping out of the hospital room that the blonde was in.
"We're here," Judy said as she got up to acknowledge the doctor.
"Wow, we have a big group here. I'm Dr. Martinez, and I'm here to tell you that Quinn's surgery was successful. The bad news is that she has lost control of both her legs. Only 1 person can go in at a time, since Quinn is not awake yet."
"Thank you for saving her Dr. Martinez," Rachel said.
"No problem," the doctor replied. "It's my job."
"Santana," Judy addressed the Latina. "You should go in now."
"But you're her mom!" Santana argued.
The older blonde shook her head. "I know that Quinn loves you with all her heart, and the first person that she would want to see when she wakes up is you."
…
The sight of her girlfriend lying on the hospital bed unconscious was enough to bring fresh tears to Santana's face. It was mortifying for the Latina because she never cried! Well she never did unless it was something that involved her soul mate, which she was more than sure about; it was Quinn.
Santana pulled out a chair and situated herself at Quinn's side. The Latina used her hand to lift up the sheets that covered the blonde's body and slowly reached out to hold her girlfriend's hand.
"Why?" the Latina asked out loud. "Why must shit like this happen to you of all people? You're my angel, Quinn. Nothing bad should happen to you, not even something as small as a paper cut. You don't deserve this, you shouldn't have your legs taken away from you, not when you're so close to living your dream as a successful world class soccer player."
The room remained silent for a while, but it seemed like fate was on their side when Quinn finally opened her eyes, blinking to get used to the lighting. Witnessing her girlfriend 'come back to life' brought a true smile on Santana's face. The Latina brought her other hand up to caress the blonde's cheek before leaning down to kiss Quinn.
"Hi," Quinn said with a raspy voice. "I'd get up and kiss you senseless if I could, but I can't seem to feel or be able to move my legs."
Realization suddenly dawned on the Latina; she would have to be the one to break the news to her girlfriend.
"You can't because your legs are paralyzed," Santana informed the blonde.
"What?" Quinn choked out. "That means I won't be able to play anymore!"
"I know how much soccer means to you," the Latina said. "I'm so sorry, Q."
...
2 Days Later
"Alright, you're free to go now, Quinn. I wish you the best of luck in your future. ¡Adíos chica!"
"Thanks Dr. Martinez," Quinn said.
"De nada. And you can just call me David from now on!"
"I'll keep that in mind," the blonde said as she rolled down the ramp of the hospital in her wheelchair, which will now serve as a permanent fixture in her life. "See you around, David."
"Aren't you glad that I didn't push Artie down the stairs and broke his neck or something?" Santana asked. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten all those helpful wheelchair tips he has off the top of his head."
"I'm glad you didn't! You would have gone to jail for that," Quinn replied. "Now be a gentlewoman and wheel me over to your car!"
"Hey!" Santana protested. "You're the one with the dick here! Shouldn't you be the gentlewoman in this relationship?"
"Why don't you get us home now so I can figure out a way to show you that I am not at all gentle, but in fact, all kinds of rough with you," Quinn said with a wink.
It was safe to say that Santana had never ran and drove as fast as she did that day.
I hope you all enjoyed my first try at Quinn x Santana. This is actually my take of On My Way, but with a Quinntana established relationship and ending.
Just wanted to take a quick survey and hear your opinion on whether I should continue with this or not.
