Hey everyone welcome to my second Glee story. I originally had not intended to start another Glee fic until I had finished writing my first but after introducing Quinn into my fic 'Step Up' and declaring that it would not be a 'Faberry' love fest, a couple of people requested a story that centred around them. I hadn't intended on it until I came up with an idea for a story and after some gentle nudging, here we are. My very first 'Faberry' story. Just a few things you should know about this fic, 1.) Babygate and Beth never happened, mainly because I felt the show never really put that much attention into the storyline and it felt very rushed and because I don't want to spend too much time veering off the topic at hand. 2.) This story takes place during the current season, Rachel and Quinn are seniors and they are together. I think that's it for now. I hope you like it and please review, I would love to hear your thoughts. I'm a sucker for reviews, the more I get the quicker I update Enjoy!

Saving Me

Gazing around the room at her fellow Glee peers, Quinn smiled to herself as she watched them engage in a fierce battle of guitar hero world tour. Having gotten over the initially disappointment of placing twelfth at Nationals, and having grown closer over the summer, the entire group had found themselves spending more and more time together outside the confines of the glee choir room. Two years ago, the Quinn Fabray would have laughed off any suggestion that she would befriend such misfits. After all she was Queen Bee, the captain of the Cheerio's, the ultimate HBIC. Just being seen walking down the same corridor with such outcasts would have been considered social suicide.

Now, as she sat perched against the wooden cabinets that housed the many pictures of the Puckerman family, taking a sip of her bottled water, she knew deep down that joining the Glee club, for whatever reason, was one of the best decision she had ever made. A decision that had changed her for the better, made her want to be better. But above all else, it had brought her into the arms of the person Quinn believed she was destined to spend the rest of her life with. High School romance be damned, this was love, but not just any kind of love, it was true love and no matter what her closed minded Christian parents thought, she was never going to walk away from it.

"Dude you suck at this. I've seen people with one arm play better than you," came the voice of Puck as he shoved Finn, earning himself a glare from the freakishly tall quarter back. "Okay, you two girls down bitchin'? Step aside Imma show you ladies how it's down," Santana cut in as she snapped her fingers and picked up Finn's discarded console guitar. Quinn was about to interject with a witty off handed remark about how the only strings Santana had ever plucked was a G string when out of the corner of her eye she spotted a pint sized brunette walk through the front door and place her coat on the rack. "Yo hot Jew in the house, I ain't talkin' bout me," Puck shouted out when he saw Rachel enter.

Once she had made her way into the living room, Quinn couldn't contain the smile that was creeping across her face. Her heart began to race a little in anticipation as she waited for her girlfriend, yes her girlfriend to make her way over to where she was standing. As Rachel said her hello's to everyone in her usual cheery articulate manner, she turned around to see if she could spot Quinn, and when her gaze fell upon the beautiful blonde standing a few feet away, her chocolate brown eyes lit up and she excused herself from the conversation between herself Kurt and Mercedes, briskly crossing the room and into the arms of the woman she had been eager to see.

"Hey you," Rachel said as she gave Quinn a gentle peck on the lips and snuggled into the warm embrace she was currently entangled in. "Hey yourself. What took you so long? It's not like you to be late for anything?" Quinn asked, playfully mocking her girlfriends need to be on time for even the most insignificant things. Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes as she thought about the reason why she was indeed late for the glee club get together. "Ugh, I was feeling a little unwell earlier so I took a nap and completely forgot to set the alarm on my phone to remind me to wake up and when I finally did come round Daddy insisted that I have some of my nona's special soup to make sure that my stomach was sufficiently full enough to attend a party", she rolled out without so much as a single breath.

"Rach, if you're sick you should have stayed home," Quinn said with a look of concern as she stroked the smaller girls arms which were tucked around her waist. "No it's fine. My throat's a little scratchy, I probably over did it on that Broadway number Mr. Schue made me do in Glee last week. I'll be fine I promise," Rachel said trying to reassure herself as well as the girl in her arms, that her health was fine. Staring down into the brunette's eyes, Quinn could see the uncertainty that was there, but she put it down to Rachel remembering the time she laryngitis. "Okay, but if you start to feel unwell again tell me and I'll take you home," she said as she arched her famous Fabray eyebrow and watched her girlfriend nod her head.

After finally convincing Quinn that she was fine, and with the addition of passionate kisses used to cut her off from questioning her any further, bother girls joined in on the group fun. Everyone basking in the glory of defeating Finn at a game in which he claimed he was the champion, only to find that his computer game co-ordination was just as bad as his dancing. As everyone sat around discussing song ideas for the next glee assignment, Quinn basked in the feeling of Rachel snuggled into her side as they sat on the couch next to Kurt and Blaine. It was a feeling of pure bliss, a feeling of security that made her feel safe whenever she was in her girlfriends arms. Something she had never gotten from anybody else in her life. Not even her own parents. For the first time ever, Quinn Fabray was truly happy, and she owed it all to the doe eyed brunette who showed her more love than she had ever known.

The halls of William McKinley High were a buzz of noise and action as the jocks sent a football flying back and forth over the heads of students, the junior cheerleaders flirted almost obnoxiously with some of the star athletes, but that wasn't what caught Quinn's attention as she made her way down the hall. It was the obvious hand gesture of the leader of the Cheerio's junior pack indicating for a footballer to instigate a slushie attack. The gesture sent a shudder down Quinn's spine as she realised, the girl she was glaring at was a carbon copy, a clear representation of the girl she used to be. But that wasn't what was causing her to morph into HBIC mode, it was the fact that the person the slushie was intended for was her girlfriend.

Noticing that Rachel's head was currently buried in her locker, no doubt strategically placing all her books in order of her classes for the day, Quinn, picking up her pace, intercepted the footballer and swotted his hand, sending the slushie back on him before he got anywhere near his intended target. Turning on her heel, Quinn bounded up to the preppy younger cheerleader giving her the most lethal HBIC glare she could muster up. These girls thought they were at the top of the school hierarchy, but Quinn Fabray was about to knock them off their pedestal.

"You think 'cause you strut around in your uniforms with your fake blonde hair and fake laugh and your barley there skirts that you have the right to be a bitch to whoever you want so long as it gets you a smile out of the brain dead jock who only wants to use you for?" Quinn scowls as the younger girl in front of her who can't hide her shock at being torn to pieces by her former cheer captain. "If you or any of your little cheer whore so much as look at Rachel Berry, trust me, I will finish you," with that, Quinn sent one last death stare towards each of the blonde look-a-likes and walked away, reminding them that while she may no longer be Cheerio royalty, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

Once Quinn refocused on Rachel, she noticed that her girlfriend had remained completely oblivious to the ruckus that just occurred a few feet away from her, much to the blonde girl's relief. Although the daily slushie attacks Rachel had endured throughout most of her high school career had lessened since her relationship with the former Queen Bee had become public knowledge, it had failed to make her completely immune to sneak attacks from the cheerleaders and the jocks when Quinn wasn't around to defend her honour. Something which caused the pretty blonde girl great anguish whenever she had to help wash Rachel's hair in the girl's bathroom.

It also hurt Quinn deeply to know that there was a time when she herself had been the sole perpetrator of most of the smaller brunette girl's misery. This was a bone of contention between the girls. While Rachel had assured her on countless occasions that she had forgiven her, deep down Quinn didn't want forgiveness; she just wanted to spend the rest of her life making it up to her. She wanted to prove to Rachel that she was worth of being her girlfriend, even if the smaller girl herself had made it clear that it wasn't necessary, it was something she needed to do.

"Hey baby," Quinn whispered into Rachel's ear as she wrapped a possessive arm around the brunette's waist and placed a kiss on the side of neck. Sensing the girl in her embrace smile at the gesture, Quinn removed her and moved to lean her back against the lockers so she could face her girl. "Hi…," Rachel trailed off as she brought a hand to her forehead as she momentarily fell into blackness, trembling slightly and falling against the locker for support. "Rach," the worry laced through Quinn's voice as she leaped forward and took the smaller girls protectively into her arms and steadied her on her feet.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked once her girlfriend had gathered together her composure. Gazing into Quinn's hazel eyes, Rachel could see the worry that they encompassed. The blonde girl looked panicked, like her heart had stopped beating. As she held onto the taller girl's arms, Rachel straightened up and shook her head. "I'm fine. I guess I just turned my head too quickly I just went a little dizzy," Rachel reasoned as she noticed that the worry that had taken hold of Quinn's once smiling face was still holding firm. "Baby, I'm fine honestly. I'm probably still just a little under the weather. It's nothing to worry about."

Seeing the determined look that the little diva was giving her to drop the issue, Quinn reluctantly gave in, but made a mental note to keep an extra watchful eye over her girl for the rest of the school day, and after if necessary. "If this happens again I want you to go straight to the school nurse," she said to which Rachel smiled, basking in the feeling of someone caring so much about her wellbeing. "I mean it Rach. I don't want to come out of class to hear second hand that you've collapsed or something. If this happens again you go to the nurse's office," Quinn finished as she ran a gentle hand through silk brown hair before lowering her hand and resting it Rachel's waist, not caring about the looks she was receiving from her school peers.

"Okay, I promise," the smaller girl replied as she played with a button on the other girl's cardigan. Glancing at her watch, she conceded that it was time for her to leave to make it to her next class. She reluctantly untangled herself from Quinn's arms and removed her geometry book from her locker and the closed it over returning her gaze to the stunning blonde who's gaze never left her the whole time. "So I'll see you in glee after class?" Rachel asked. She knew for a fact Quinn would be there, she just wanted to delay going to class so she could spend more time with her girlfriend and sensing the brunettes need for reassurance, Quinn nodded her head in confirmation.

Leaning forward Rachel placed a kiss on the older girls cheek and just as she was walking away about to break contact with her girlfriend, she felt her hand being tugged to coax her to turn around to which she complied. "I'm serious about what I said about seeing the nurse. The second you even feel something's wrong, go," Quinn's firm stance was met with a simple nod of the head on her girlfriends part, but the look in her eyes suggested that she had taken everything to heart and would do as she was told. "Okay, I'll see you in glee," with that Rachel continued on her path her hand lingering behind her as it slowly detached itself from Quinn's grip, anxiously anticipating the moment when they would be reunited.

History class seemed to drag by for Quinn. It's not that she disliked the subject, it was more to do with the fact that she shared the class with Puck and, although he had proven on more than one occasion to have a generous heart in glee club, he still managed act like a complete juvenile the rest of the time. Quinn wasn't sure how much longer she could listen to him moan on about being turned out by Lauren. Enough was enough. Luckily the God's were on her side and the bell to end class and school for the day finally sounded out. Gathering her things, she quickly dashed out of the room ignoring the teacher's request that they wait behind so that he could pass out the homework assignments.

At this point and time, Quinn could have cared less about school work, she was more worried about tracking down her girlfriend to make sure she hadn't passed out during class. The incident by the lockers earlier had built up and overwhelming sense of worry in the blonde girl and her mind wouldn't rest until she found Rachel and saw for herself that she was alright. After dumping the contents from her last class in her locker, Quinn made a small detour to the nurses office, just to check if there was anything to worry about. When she noticed the room was void of any occupiers, she continued on her journey to the choir room, a smile creeping across her face when her eyes fell upon the little diva sitting in the front row waiting for her.

Upon entering the room, Quinn planted herself firmly in the chair next to Rachel and smiled at her, reaching across and lacing her fingers through Rachel's and resting their joined hands on her lap. When she gazed back up, she noticed that the usually preppy girl had her hand bowed and her eyes closed, her free hand paced across her stomach. Just as Quinn was about to speak, Mr. Schuester walked into the room and interrupted her. "Okay, I want to start by welcoming you all back. I know we had a tough year last year, but, I've got a good feeling about this one. I think we could really do it this time. So why don't hit the ground running…," Will trailed off when he saw spotted the raised hand of his female glee captain hanging in the air.

"Yes Rachel," he said, assuming this was going to be long winded speech about songs she deemed appropriate for the upcoming sectionals competition. Instead he was surprised to find a pale face staring back at him, looking lost and uneasy. "Mr. Schue, may I be excused, I'm not feeling well," she asked. Will nodded his head in concern and then watched as the young girl practically ran out of the room. "Rach!" Quinn called out as she bounded out of her seat gesturing towards the door at her glee coach who signalled his approval for her to follow the diva. As she stepped into the hallway, Quinn heard the sound of the bathroom door to her left closing over and darted in that direction in search of her girlfriend.

Pushing the door open, she walked in to the sound of retching coming from the last toilet stall. Running to the other end of the bathroom, Quinn pushed the stall door open to reveal Rachel on her knees hunched over the toilet bowl. Stepping into the stall, Quinn quickly reached down and gently took a hold of Rachel's hair, holding it out of the way, and with her free hand, she rubbed soothing circles the brunettes back. Once Rachel was finished, she stood up and accepted the tissue's Quinn had handed her to wipe her mouth. As they exited the stall, the elder girl grabbed some paper towels and ran them under the cold tap, and the stood toe to toe with the petite brunette, gazing down at her as she dabbed the tissue across her forehead, a groan escaping Rachel's lips at the cool feeling.

"Are you okay now? Do you want me to get Mr. Schue or something?" Quinn asked as she leaned one hand on the sink and held her girlfriends hand in the other, unable to hide the worry that was laced through every single word. Rachel shook her head and looked up at the taller girl, her eyes glazed over with tears after her vomiting episode. "No, c-can you take me home? I really don't feel up to returning to glee club," she asked as she squeezed her girlfriend's hands. Without a second thought Quinn nodded her head. She would do anything for Rachel, driving her home was something she took pleasure in doing; she didn't need to be asked. "Of course," Quinn said as she cupped her girlfriends face between her hands and placed a kiss on the girl's forehead before reaching down and capturing her lips in her own.

As Quinn's hands lowered to Rachel's neck, she was suddenly startled what she felt. Pulling out of the kiss, Quinn glanced down to where her hands were currently positioned, her brow furrowed in concern as she glanced back up into the diva's heavenly chocolate eyes. "Oh my God, Rach, your glands are seriously swollen. Have you been to see a doctor?" Quinn asked as she gently ran her fingers up and down the smaller girl's neck taking in everything. Rachel shyly shook her head 'no' and the glanced down at the sink. Although Quinn wanted to berate her girlfriend for not taking better care of her health, she couldn't. She remembered how scared Rachel had been when she was told she would have to have her tonsils removed. The idea of her vocal cords being damaged terrified her. But what Quinn was feeling wasn't normal and for her own piece of mind she needed to make sure that Rachel saw someone about it.

"I'm gonna call a doctor and see if I can get you an appointment for the today. I'll tell them it's an emergency if I have to," the blonde girl said as she reached into her pocket and removed her phone. Rachel opened her mouth to speak but was effectively cut off by a finger being waved in her face. "And no 'buts' this is happening whether you want it to or not," Quinn finished as she put the phone to her ear and waited for an answer. As Rachel turned back towards the sink to wash her hands, Quinn couldn't help but notice how frail her girlfriend actually looked. It worried her. It also had recently come to her attention that Rachel had lost come weight.

At first Quinn had put it down to the extra hours her girlfriend had been spending rehearsing her dancing skills over the summer, but now she was beginning to wonder if there was something more serious at play. It was times like this she could bawl out Rachel for being so neglectful of her health. When it came to Quinn, Rachel would mover heaven and earth to make sure that she was taking care of herself, she often wondered why the diva couldn't do the same for herself. Whatever was going on right now Rachel was ill and Quinn was determind to get her to a doctor as soon as possible to find out why?