Chapter 1

"Quinn, Quinn, it's me honey. Wake up." She looks around and sees someone familiar.

"Berry. What the hell are you doing in my room? Wait, what am I doing in the hospital?"

"Berry? Honey, you haven't called me that in like 15 years. Do you remember what happened?"

Quinn is genuinely confused now. "What do you mean 15 years? And what happened?"

"Oh God, what's the last thing you remember babe?" Tears are welling up in Rachel's eyes now, realizing what's going on.

"Well, I remember a time when I would've threw a slurpee in your face for calling me babe." Quinn says with a sly smirk on her face.

Rachel starts to ball now. She calls for the nurse and whispers in her ear when she walks in. Quinn continues to look around trying to gain some kind of understanding of what's going on. She looks down, and almost doesn't recognize her own hands, especially the ring on her left ring finger. She looks over at Rachel who is also sporting a ring on her finger. She begins to think this must be some kind of cruel joke. She jumps out of the hospital bed and runs over to the mirror. As she looks at her own reflection, she recognizes the face, but it's got some wrinkles now. And wait, is that a gray hair. Wtf?

After a few minutes of Rachel sobbing in the fetal position in the corner of the room, the doctor finally comes in. She checks Quinn's vitals and asks her a bunch of dumb question, like how old she is. Of course Quinn answer how old she thought she was, 18. But after looking in the mirror she was starting to realize that might not be accurate anymore.

Right when she had almost had enough of the doctor's stupid questions, Santana and Brittany walk in. Finally, people she knew that weren't acting like crazy people. She noticed something different about them though. They were both wearing rings on their left hands also. And they looked older too. She began to question if this was reality or not. It must be a dream right?

Brittany walks directly over to Rachel and pulls her out of the room. Santana comes over and tells the doctor something so she would leave. Santana then sits on the bed and takes Quinn's hand.

"Quinn, do you know who I am?" she asks with a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah, you're Santana Lopez. You're my best friend."

"What about the blonde that was in here?"

"That was Brittany."

"Great, do you remember the other brunette that was in here a second ago?"

"That was Berry. Why are you treating me like I'm dumb or something?"

"Berry? Quinn, you haven't called Rachel that in years!"

"Well, I've literally never heard you say her first name before."

"Quinn, what's the last thing you remember?"

"I was at school and I came home for Thanksgiving break. Remember, we went to Breadsticks like yesterday."

"So you're 18 and a Freshman in college?"

"Yeah, so are you."

"No Quinn. I don't know how to say this, but… I'm 30 years old. I dropped out of school and went to New York and eventually found my calling. I became a physical therapist. I married Brittany and we settled down here. We're your next door neighbors actually."

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. Quinn needed some time to register everything Santana just shared. She couldn't believe everything Santana just said. But most of all, she couldn't believe that she was 30. If Santana was 30, that meant she was 30 also. 30 is so… OLD! What happened the last 12 years. Had she been in a coma or something all this time? She needed answers, but she didn't even know how to phrase her questions.

Santana finally caught on to her confused looks. "Do you know where we are right now Q? Well, other than a hospital."

"No", she said honestly.

"We're in Pottstown, PA. We live about an hour from Philadelphia."

"Oh my god, we're domesticated now. Living in the suburbs. Totally not how I thought my future would be."

Santana laughed, and then she sighed. She realized she had much bigger news to tell Quinn other than where they live. She mentally prepared herself for an all out mental breakdown from the blonde sitting next to her. "Okay, so there's something even bigger I have to tell you, but I need you to not freak out too much. Okay?" Quinn shook her head, looking a little scared now. "You're married…to Rachel Berry…And you guys have 3 kids together."

Quinn's eyes got big and her chin dropped. She stayed like that for a good minute before the ranting began.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I'm married to Rachel freakin Berry!? This is a joke right? God, that makes me a lesbian! I knew you and Brittany were contagious or something. Jesus Christ. And I have kids with you. You mean to tell me there are mini Rachel Berry's in the world? You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

The same thing went on for a good five minutes before Santana finally just grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug. Quinn immediately began to cry. She was so confused and scared and angry and a hundred other emotions she couldn't pin point at the moment. How could she be 30 and married and living in some random town in the northeast and they have children together. That was a scary thought that sent shivers down her spine.

She eventually calmed down enough and stopped crying. She looked Santana in the eyes and said, "I can't believe I missed like half of my life. This is not where I thought I'd be at 30. Am I…Am I at least happy though?"

Santana looked at her with sincere eyes. "Yes, yes, you really are. I can't even tell you how dorkishly happy you and Rachel are together. I couldn't even be around you guys for the first couple years you were dating… What do you think, want to remeet your wife?"

Quinn was nervous. She had become friends with Rachel towards the end of high school, but she never thought of her in any other way than just an annoying friend she was only able to handle in small doses. "Sure, I guess. I'm gonna be super awkward though. I only remember awkward Berry from high school that I couldn't stand. Don't leave me alone with her though. Please?"

"Sure, let me go get her."

Santana walked out of the room for a few minutes. Quinn guessed she was explaining the situation to Berry and Brittany. After a while, all three of them walked in. Rachel walked abnormally slow over to Quinn's side. She sat awkwardly in the chair closest to Quinn's bed. Rachel sat there for a minute not making eye contact. She finally looked up into Quinn's eyes as if searching for something. "So, you really don't remember the last 12 years of our lives." The question is asked, although she knows the answer. She looks like she's about to start crying again.

Quinn noticed the tears welling up in Rachel's eyes. She decided to take it easy. "No, I don't remember. But from what Santana's told me, I think I was happy."

This made Rachel lips turn into a small smile. She moved over to sit next to Quinn on the bed. She slowly reached for Quinn's hand. Seeing how the girl was so emotional, Quinn took her hand in hers.

The next few days were spent sitting through more stupid tests. The doctors were trying to figure out if she would ever regain her memory. It wasn't looking good. Apparently Quinn didn't learn the first time she almost died from texting and driving. She wanted to punch herself for that. Out of all the things she couldn't remember, she could clearly remember the pain she felt from her first crash when she was paralyzed for weeks because of it. She swore she would never text and drive again, and she couldn't remember why she would break that vow now.

After another three days in the hospital the doctors finally decided she was physically stable enough to go home. Home. The last home Quinn remembered was a small dorm room at Yale and her room at her parents house. This "home" that she has now is shared with Rachel Berry and their kids. She still didn't know how she felt about that. She hasn't even met the kids yet. She can't be somebody's mom. She wasn't ready. Only two years ago in her mind she gave her first baby… to Rachel's mom. That still blows her mind.

Rachel spent every minute with Quinn at the hospital, and today was no different. She packed up the rest of Quinn's stuff and they left the hospital in a car Quinn swore was going to start flying or something. Apparently cars changed a lot in 12 years, but not enough for them to be able to fly. Within five minutes they pulled into the driveway of a two story bright yellow home. She could tell which house was Brittany and Santana's from the toy unicorn sitting in the front yard. Rachel tried not to bombard Quinn with too much information while she was in the hospital. Now Quinn kind of wished she did. She was about to meet three children that expected her to be their mom, and she knew nothing about them.

Quinn and Rachel walked in the front door. Quinn was amazed at how beautiful and elegant it was on the inside. She shouldn't have expected anything less. Of course it was going to look like this; Rachel Berry lived here. She roamed around a little in the living room before stopping in front of the fireplace. There, on the mantle above it, she found a picture of her and Rachel, and three very beautiful children. She was amazed at the fact that, somehow the kids looked like an exact mix between her and Rachel.

Rachel came over to stand next to Quinn. She had the biggest smile Quinn had ever seen. That's saying a lot because Quinn always thought she smiled abnormally large anyway. Rachel took the picture from the mantle and looked at it with Quinn. She began to point at the tallest child in the picture. "This is our oldest, she just turned 8. Her name is Barbara."

Quinn began to snicker. "Of course it is. How much did you pay me to agree to that?"

Rachel grinned an evil grin and replied, "I told you I wouldn't have sex with you till you agreed to name her after the most talented person in the world: Miss Barbara Streisand."

Quinn gulped loudly and chuckled awkwardly. Rachel noticed that, and quickly changed the subject. She began to point at a young blonde child that looked a little more like Quinn than Barbara. This is Will. He's 6 and we name him after Mr. Shue of course since he was the whole reason we became friends in the first place." She then pointed at the youngest one. "This is little Danny. He's 3. Of course he's the baby, so he gets spoiled A LOT."

Both girls laughed. Then Quinn realized something. "So where are these children of ours?"

"I hope you don't mind. I didn't know if you were ready to meet them yet. And honestly, I didn't know if they were mature enough to understand why their mama doesn't remember them. My dad's came to pick them up. They took the kids back to Lima to stay with them and your mom for a while. At least until things are a little more… normal."

This made Quinn's heart sink. She hadn't thought about that yet. "I'm so sorry. I really do hope to meet them someday. They look absolutely precious."

"Hmm, they are. Here, let me show you around the rest of the house. Santana and Brittany invited us over for dinner. Santana's grilling your favorite tonight. Tilapia and asparagus."

Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and led her through their house. She told her funny stories in each of the kids' rooms about trying to get them to go to sleep or brush their teeth. Then she showed her their room. It was a large room with a huge bed that looked extra comfy. She noticed another picture hanging on the wall. This one was different. It was just her and Rachel. They were both in white dresses and were staring into each others eyes. Quinn noticed how peaceful they looked. But mostly she noticed how in love she looked. Quinn had struggled her whole life trying to look good enough, be smart enough, skinny enough, and successful enough. In that picture, it was as if none of that mattered. She was never at peace growing up, but in that picture she looked as if she finally found some; and in the arms of Rachel Berry no less.

Rachel noticed where Quinn's gaze fell. She walked over to the picture and touched it lightly. "That was the best day of my life" she stated with a shy smile. She turned back to Quinn and said, "come on, lets go eat."

They walked over to the LoPierce house and Rachel just walked right in. Quinn thought about how funny it was that she was comfortable enough with them to just walk into their house now.

Brittany and Santana were in the kitchen getting the plates together for dinner. When Brittany saw Quinn she ran over and practically knocked her down with a hug. "Oh my god, I missed you so much Quinnie. I know you don't remember much, but I'm so glad you remember me as your friend!"

Quinn smiled widely and hugged the girl back. "Me too Brit!"

Santana came over and joined in the hug too. "I made your favorite Fabray, I hope you're hungry!"

"Oh, I am. I've been eating hospital food this whole time." The whole group chuckled and they moved over to the table to sit down.

As they ate, Quinn began asking some questions she's been wondering. "So, Brittany and Santana, now that I know that Rachel and I apparently have kids. What about you guys? Any babies for the LoPierce's?"

"Haha. Yes, of course. We basically got pregnant at the same time you guys did, every time. Haha. Their in Lima with our moms right now also. They were raised with your kids and they don't do well when they're apart from them."

"Wow, THE Santana Lopez settled down. You're so domesticated. Was there any reports of hell freezing over on your wedding day?" They all laughed as Santana flipped her off.

"Ah, thanks for the offer San, but apparently I'm married." Santana then gave Rachel a look, but Quinn wasn't going to ask any questions.

After dinner Santana grabbed Quinn to go outside for some fresh air. She started a fire in the fire pit in their back yard.

"So how's it going Q? Had any panic attacks because of Rachel yet?"

"I feel like I should have a few times. Especially when she brought up sex. Thinking about having sex with her kinda freaks me out to be honest."

"Oh my god Quinn, I just realized you only remember having sex once. And that was with Puck. Oh jesus, you don't even know how to have sex with a woman! Ahahahah."

"Jesus Santana, keep your voice down!"
"Why, I'm sure Rachel has figured it out too. She's got a lot to teach you."

Quinn was right to tell Santana to keep her voice down; the girls inside heard the whole thing.

Brittany just smiled at an idea that made it seem like a lightbulb went off in her head. "You know Rachel, Quinn doesn't remember having sex with Santana and learning all about how to please a lady. That's why your first time with her was so great, because Santana showed her the ropes. If you want, I'm sure Santana doesn't mind showing her again. I don't mind either. That would be the best birthday present ever for Santana!" Brittany was too eager to share her wife, but Rachel knew the girl had a good heart.

"Umm, thanks Brit. But I honestly think I'm a little excited to show her the ropes myself. It's not like it matters anyway. I think she's too freaked out by me and the thought of being a Lesbian to even think about trying to have sex."

"Awe, Rach Rach, it'll be ok. Remember, Quinn is like addicted to sex. I didn't know anyone could have as much sex and me and Santana until you two started dating."