This story is set a couple of months into senior year. I won't be dishing spoilers but I will say in this universe a few details have been altered to better the story ;) Enjoy...

'We can't promise anything Mrs Fabray, the facts remain the same as they were yesterday. She is stable now, but her brain activity is still weak'

'But she could still wake up?'

'Mrs Fabray...'

'I need this, I need to be able to go home smiling, to tell my daughter that she's going to be okay. She spends each day crying. She doesn't sleep. She just cries over and over. What kind of mother can't stop her own daughters tears? I need you to tell me she'll be okay'

Her head hurt, her eyelids felt like mountains that couldn't be climbed. A constant beeping could be heard as new voices came and went, new hands reached out to hold hers. One day it would be the rough but gentle hold of a male, others the delicate caress of a female. Some days the hands would be tiny, and others the hands were followed by tears hitting her forearm.

Words would come and go through the blinding headaches. Words assuring her that everything would be okay, that someone would pull through. She wasn't sure of anything anymore, other than that simple fact she was rooting for this girl to pull through... whoever she was.

'Hello Princess, it's me again. Is it strange that this is the most we've seen eachother in years? Part of me is certain that its only because you can't talk back. I know we drifted, you were scared, and I was terrified. I let you down and abandoned you when all you needed was your Daddy to tell you it would be okay. I hurt you. But I won't be doing that again. I promised you before I'd never leave your side again, you didn't believe me and I can't even blame you after what I did. But I'm here now and will be constantly, until you wake up and I can show you I won't be leaving again Princess. Please just open your eyes and let me show you I've changed'.

This day was different, she felt a burning in her chest, everything shook. She felt as though her home of darkness was spinning, she felt pricks all over and pressure being applied to patches of her skin. She felt exposed, naked... and powerless to stop it.

The needles entered her skin, the beeping only got louder, an muffled voices yelled with excitement and hope.

The one downside to her new found universe of shadows was that she would never understand what all the commotion was about.

'Hey Beautiful...' a soft, gentle voice came through the darkness.

'You always did look amazing when you slept... No... not amazing' this voice was different.

'...Miraculous.'

'The truth is I've always found you miraculous, but especially when you sleep' This voice trembled, fighting a heavy fear and no doubt more tears to splash her forearm.

'You chose me... You could have had anyone and yet you chose me to be the one beside you each night. The one who got to see how miraculous you truly are each time you closed your eyes' She awaited the typical hand in hers, but as she felt the brush of fingertips grace her palm they hastily withdrew as if burned. The voice let out a sharp gasp, inhaling staggeringly as though the overwhelming electricity she could swear she just felt tease her skin was mutual. As though the power of the simple touch terrified her.

Next came nothing. Only silence. She tried to replay that feeling in her mind, the way those gentle fingertips had somehow given light to her through this darkness. That glimmer of magic, potential for something that could become everything. She engraved the feeling into her memory, refusing to dismiss the pain in her chest one simple touch had caused. She had almost felt... alive?

If only the voice would come back, she longed to give it an identity. To place them at the top of the list of characters she had met through the sounds of beeping and pains in her heavy body. Hearing that voice would become her new favorite past time.

'Please just come back to me'

It wasn't always darkness. Sometimes she had dreams.

They never seemed to offer explanations, or provide any meaning. The days she dreamed were just days filled with images and moments that kept flashing through her mind each time the pain got too intense. Flashes of something less terrible she guessed. Today was one of those days.

BEEP

Her eyes felt heavier than ever before today, as though the mountains were finally shifting. The only thing keeping her sane was that familiar voice she had grown to adore.

'The Glee Club sent more flowers today. We even dedicated the sectionals set list to you. I wish you could have seen it...' As her eyes continued to ache she could just make out that tell tale tremble in the voice. The tremble of the girl who was afraid to touch her. Almost as if she feared breaking her battered body any further. A girl who appeared to care so much she refused to comfort herself the way the others all would with a simple hand holding.

'It was possibly the most unique set-list those judges will ever see... Then again your playlist always was full of those indie bands you claim can revolutionize the world if we just listen'

BEEP

'You're wrong about that by the way... the bands that is'

BEEP

'They aren't the only people who can change the world, you seem to do that just as well yourself. At least...'

BEEP

'At least you revolutionized mine...'

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...

The beeping of that intolerable machine continued as it faded into a soft blur. The voice faded, she cried out into the darkness for it. Cried louder as she was ambushed and drawn into a blinding light that consumed her.

The light softened, her eyes adjusted and she saw a hallway decorated with the warm glow of fairy lights leading towards an open room with a soft glow beckoning her presence. Her feet cautiously approached the room, the sounds of music surrounding her from somewhere in the distance.

'You still don't get it do you?' came a voice of familiarity.

'I just need you to stop. Please...' Followed another voice that threatened to awaken distant memories.

She finally reached the doorway, and slowly peaked through the glass of a resting trophy cabinet to look upon the commotion without detection. Inside was a choir room. In it were two girls, both equally beautiful, one blonde and one brunette. One ivory skinned and the other tanned. Like two opposites that had come together for this picture. They both seemed distressed. The brunette sat on the small bleachers with her head in her hands, tears pouring down her face. The blonde looked to her with agony etched on her delicate features as she broke the silence.

'I can't ever stop'. The brunette looked to her suddenly, the confession seeming to grasp her heart threatening to burst it there and then.

'Quinn, what are you...' she began before being cut off by the blonde brushing a loose hair back behind her ear, taking the time to deliberately linger on her skin as she locked their eyes.

'I can't ever stop, because I need you to want me back the way I want you' the blonde whispered, frightened of the meaning behind her confession. Tears threatened to spill from her terrified eyes and she closed her eyes to turn away from the brunette; unable to handle the rejection. But all she received was the brunette looking at her with so much love it could thaw any ice heart. The brunette glanced down and before she could rethink the moment she connected their lips in a desperate, tender kiss that the blonde failed to respond to from shock. The brunette pulled away, horror etched upon her face.

Watching from afar, she felt herself reach to her lips in sync with the blonde, swearing she could almost feel how that felt. It felt like... fireworks.

BEEP

Suddenly the mountains on her eyes began to crack, the dream shattering with both darkness and light spilling through. The beeping got louder and her aching body began to ache that much more. Suddenly that hand that could give her back some semblance of life was back. The fingertips unable to hold back, grasping over her own sending sparks throughout her being.

'Please just w...wake up. I...I...I know its hard but I need you, do you realize that? You throw my world upside down, revolutionize me for God's sake and then just abandon me. How am I supposed to go back to what I was before you? Knowing... knowing I was never really alive before? Please... P...Please just-'

BEEP

Back in the choir room the Blonde girl lowered her fingertips from her lips.

'Quinn I'm so sorry... I...'

BEEP

She felt her throat choking, air was escaping her and she felt her lungs clogging up with what felt like a plastic cage.

BEEP

The Blonde Girl didn't respond, she just looked to the brunette that had assaulted her lips with a darkened desire. Eyes of hazel scorching into deep brown orbs. Within a heartbeat she was assaulting her lips right back, with the brunette eagerly accepting as hands flew into blonde and brunette locks.

BEEP

'Oh my god! Someone please, please she's... I think she's...'

That was when the dreams stopped. That was when the darkness ceased. In came the blinding lights.

Hey eyes squinted as she desperately tried to make out the blurs and colors. The new spectrum flooding her senses all too quickly. She made out five figures. A blonde woman, a blonde man and a small brunette. One cleared his throat and began to speak.

'Quinn, can you hear us Quinn?' She tried to respond but her lungs were still clogged, her throat choking.

'Remove her intubator' next came a series of painful releases as a plastic tube slowly came out of her throat. A straw was placed into her mouth by the blonde woman who tenderly stroked her hair.

'Drink this Quinnie, it'll help' the woman tenderly spoke. She did as requested and instantly felt the relief flooding her sore throat. She shut her eyes and reopened them attempting to refocus the blurs. The room suddenly came into focus sharply, the images stinging her eyes at first. Flickering lights, flowers surrounding her and cards on each surface. She tried to take in everyone surrounding her. The Blonde woman seemed beautiful, but stress had broken her features, beside her a man had his hand supportively on her shoulder. They seemed to be husband and wife, and the way they looked at her she was fairly sure these strangers were her parents.

'Quinn do you know where you are? What happened to you?' Another female voice spoke. A auburn haired nurse had taken the leads now, beside her a Doctor in a white coat scribbling fiercely into a file binder.

She suddenly realized she was clearly Quinn, and shook her head nervously in response to the question. The nurse bit her lip, choosing how to proceed and establishing that the following sentence would be hard to take in.

'Quinn you are in hospital. Ohio State. You were in a bad accident and suffered severe head trauma. you've been in a coma for some time. Do you recognize these people?' the nurse said, pointing to her possible parents. The possible parents looked eagerly at her, clearly wanting her to declare she knew exactly who they were. While they were familiar, she knew saying they were her parents would be nothing more than a guess. She shook her head and they both teared up struggling to look her in the eye anymore.

'These are your parents Quinn, do you remember anything about your identity at all?'. Quinn cursed herself... she should have guessed! She now felt the weight of her reality kicking her in the stomach, tears brimmed her eyes as she connected her fathers gaze. But all she could see was a stranger begging her to see him once more... to remember him. She bit the corner of her bottom lip and looked to the nurse before shaking her head once more. The Doctor and nurse exchanged a glance before a small familiar voice interrupted them from the side of her bed.

'Your name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, you prefer Quinn. You are a senior at William McKinley High School which I also happen to attend with you. You live with your parents Russel, Judy and your elder sister Frannie. You may not remember it now, but I assure you that you don't need to worry about who you used to be... she was an amazing girl, loved by a lot of people'. The small brunette's brave outburst halted as she took a brave step forward, 'A lot of people really loved you Quinn'.

Quinn gazed into the brunettes brown orbs. They were trembling with fear, reflecting the threatening tears she had in her own. The girl looked so different to everyone else in the room,and that voice... she could swear she knew that voice. The way the girl spoke about her told Quinn that this girl definitely knew her, and cared deeply too. Maybe they were friends?

'Quinn...' her mother broke her intense trance, 'this is Rachel. Do you remember her?' The brunette called upon her inner courage and reached out to place her hand withing inches of Quinn's. Her tanned fingers itched out to touch hers, but Quinn withdrew her hand coldly. She was a stranger to her. The hurt immediately flashed across Rachel's face.

'No... I... I'm sorry Rachel'. Quinn attempted in a raspy sore voice. The words felt foreign in her throat, as if screaming at her to remember.

Rachel's tears fell freely as her hand shot from Quinn's side to her mouth, unable to contain to stab of hurt the confirmation had caused. She backed up and edged to the door.

'Rachel, sweetie..' Judy weakly tried, but Rachel fiercely shook her head unable to remain in the room inflicting her this heartache.

'I can't...I...I'm so sorry!' And within a flash she was gone. Quinn's tears fell freely themselves and she turned to her parents.

'Mom, Dad?' She trembled, 'Where am I supposed to go from here?'

Thank you for reading, faberry needs to come back into our lives in my opinion, and the recent reunion as they said goodbye to the glee club has lit a fire within me to keep them alive. Please review, follow, fav and let me know your thoughts. I adore reading your comments and knowing the Faberry ship still sails strong!

-Story was inspired by the Youtube video 'Finding the Way Trailer / Faberry'