Author's Note:

It was a pain in the ass uploading this. Feedback welcome! Positive or negative..

Also I have no idea what the life of a doctor or Broadway star is like so bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

"Okay Jason. Run me through the show again. Tell me exactly how it's going to play out." I said, sifting through my purse looking for some lip gloss. I always lose lip gloss no matter what. Maybe it's a lip gloss conspiracy... Yep. That must be it because those fuckers always disappear. I sighed and half listened to what my partner was saying. I knew he knew what he was doing but since he was new to Broadway I had him always reminding himself on what to do.

"Rachel I don't know why you're making me do this. We have rehearsed numerous times and we are in fact on our way to another rehearsal. I'm not going to ruin your rep or anything!" the boy said while checking his hair in the mirror.

I glared at him. "Jason keep your eyes on the road." So the conversation was dropped.

I have been performing for about seven years now and have made a pretty good life for myself...although I do miss my Daddies dearly. Dad is doing well..but Daddy..he lost his job last year and hasn't recovered. Sometimes Dad calls me in a panic when Daddy doesn't come home some nights. He's taken to drinking. I feel terrible not being there for Dad, but..I can't handle seeing them anymore.

Personal Pity Party aside, The public seems to enjoy me. Ha, after all I was the Rachel Berry. I have done several successful Broadway shows and have even guest starred on a few television sitcoms. Jason however, was a newbie. He had talent though and I knew he was going to do well in showbiz.

I pulled out a magazine and skimmed through it. My eyes landing on an article about our upcoming show. It expressed the usual stuff. Ticket prices, showings and current ratings. One line caught my eye though...

"Rachel Berry, our beloved singer, and her new co-star, Jason Grime, show great potential for the show...maybe even great potential for a couple!"

I scoffed. Yeah right. Jason is sooo not my type.

It proceeded to show a picture of us laughing casually at a cafe, as if we were on some lunch date. I snickered, "Hey Grime..take a look at this non-" I heard what sounded like a freight train and blacked out.

I suddenly opened my eyes to a rather bright ceiling light. What the hell happened... That's when I noticed the pain in my right arm. It was probably the worst pain I have ever had the displeasure of feeling. Imagine a two thousand pound cement block crushing your arm. Yeah. That's what it feels like.

"Well hello there. Nice to see you're awake." a gruff voice beside me spoke. I looked to my left and squinted. Oh, he's a doctor. I'm at a hospital. Great.

I looked down at my right arm and saw it encased in a gargantuan cast. It's hideous! I tried to recall what happened but all I remember is...oh. A car wreck. Fuck.

I groaned, "What the hell happened!" The doctor man looked at me.

"You and your friend were driving down main street when a taxi t-boned into your side. You're a very lucky girl having survived with a broken arm and just a few lacerations." That's when I felt a tightness above my eye and winced. Ouch..that must be a nice cut. Probably going to scar. That bastard Jason. He was probably checking his hair in the mirror and didn't look where he was going! Oh shit.. "Is Jason okay!" I asked frantically.

The doctor chuckled, "Yes he's fine. He escaped unharmed. I believe he is getting lunch right now.

The momentary relief I felt at this information was quickly replaced with fury. "Good. Because I want to see the look on his face when I come at him with a butcher knife." I scowled.

The doctor stood up, "I'm going to have to discharge you tomorrow. Patient policy. Besides, who wouldn't want to keep a famous Miss Rachel Berry around?" he grinned.

I tried my best to smile back. I was not in the mood for flattery. The man bid me fare well.

I laid my head back and sighed. I'm going to have to call Dad and Daddy, as if Dad needs anything more to worry about, but better he hears it from me rather than the papers. I groaned. I'm going to be out of the show forever. My arm will probably take weeks to heal! There's no way I'll be able to parade around the stage with this clunky thing holding me back. Suddenly, I heard my cell.

I looked around for my phone before seeing it on the bedside table beside me. I grabbed it to see who it was. Santana. My manager.

"Hello?"

"Oh good! I thought you were dead Berry. I'd be out of a job!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. I knew she was concerned she was just too proud to voice it. "Thanks for your condolences Santana. Now, tell me what this little problem means for me." I frowned. I hope it wasn't too bad.

"Well Dwarf...You're out the rest of the year. But don't panic! By the time you are all healed up I'll have shows, interviews, and maybe even some guest spots for you. I need you to milk being a cripple though. Your fans will love it and demand your return even more."

I could hear the smile in her voice. The summer after I graduated, Santana and I sort of clicked. Strange I know, but it turns out she is a showbiz shark. She could literally get me any spot on any show I wanted.

I sighed. "Thanks San. What could I do without you?"

"Absolutely nothing. Now go rest, I have a meeting." She disconnected.

I'm seriously grateful for her. She may seem harsh and cold, but we don't just work together, she's my best friend. I was so glad when I first came to New York I didn't have to be alone. I looked up and saw Jason standing in the doorway. Ah yes. The fun begins.

"Rachel...don't be mad." Seriously?

"Don't be mad? That's all you have to say? Jason fucking Grime! I'm going to kill you!" I shouted, scowling. That's when I felt a sharp pain above my eye and felt something warm slide down my face. Damn that cut must have opened up.

"Holy shit Rachel you're bleeding!" Jason's eyes practically bulged out of his skull.

"Ugh Jason! Call a doctor in here!" I couldn't see through my left eye and I tasted blood. Jeez this cut was bleeding a lot. A young blonde female walked in, "What's going on in here?" This woman looked familiar but I was too distracted by my blood.

"Isn't it obvious? My face is bleeding profusely. Now fix it!"

"Rachel Berry?" Oh my God this was no time for an adoring fan.

"Yes I'm famous, now please fix my face doctor lady!"

"It's Doctor Fabray...Doctor Quinn Fabray." she spoke cautiously. I don't think I heard her quite right though. Must be the blood making me woozy. There's no way she's here. The blonde doctor walked over to me with some sort of kit.

"I'm just going to clean off your wound and stitch you up.." she said quietly. I watched her as she got out some sort of antiseptic and began wiping off my cut.

"Ow that stings!" I yelled. She just giggled and kept cleaning it. Aw..that was cute. Wait what?

I could see clearly now and immediately the shock set in. "Oh my God you are Quinn Fabray."

She bit her lip and nodded. While she stitched up my facial wound I observed her. This surely was shocking.

She looked very much the same but all together different. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun and her facial features had matured. She was wearing a lab coat that said "Dr. Fabray M.D" in fancy letters and she also had scrubs on. That's when I laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" she arched her eyebrow. Good to see that was still the same.

"Oh nothing. Just that Quinn Fabray..or um Doctor Quinn Fabray is stitching up my face. Former cheerleader/HBIC is a doctor. I knew you were smart but seriously. A doctor?" I frowned. I did not expect that.

"It keeps me busy. Once I was offered a scholarship from Yale, I hightailed my ass out of Lima." She said quickly clipped the last stitch. I frowned. It was as if she didn't want to talk about it.

"There you go, try not to agitate it. I assume it opened up from all of that shouting..." she smirked.

I looked down, embarrassed, and suddenly realized Jason was standing quietly in the corner.

"Get out Jason! I don't even want to look at you." I yelled.

He looked like a deer caught in headlights and ran out of the room. I sighed. What the hell am I going to do while incapacitated?

Quinn cleared her throat to get my attention. "I have to be going now, Rachel. I have other patients"

Rachel sounded foreign to me. I was much to used to manhands or Rupaul coming from Quinn even seven years later. Quinn must have read my expression because she suddenly looked ashamed. Crap, I didn't mean to upset her! She was about to leave but I stopped her.

"Will you be back?" I asked hopefully.

She looked at me and smiled a genuine smile. "I'll come back during my lunch break and check up on you. I want to catch up on the last seven years.." she turned and walked out.

I grinned to myself. Wow. Quinn Fabray is a doctor. And I broke my fucking arm.