A/N: I do not own anything, all rights go to their proper owners.
'You and I are tragic' Tragic. Quinn's mind repeated the phrase (Which Finn had stabbed, hypothetically, through her so many times) over and over and over. She and Finn were a tragedy. They would never be together. That very thought almost made her want to double over and cry. Quinn had also given up on Puck, though that was a relief.
'You and I are Tragic'. Quinn had never truly thought of herself as actually tragic. Throughout her pregnancy she was a wreck, but not a tragedy. Quinn sighed dejectedly and thumbed through a script of Hamlet.
No, Quinn wasn't truly tragic. But the news she got later that day was definitely tragic. Finn had been in an accident and was in a coma. COMA.
Quinn sat at Finn's hospital bed, holding is hand. She only ever was near him when Rachel wasn't in the room. He couldn't hear her, couldn't know she was there, couldn't know how traumatized she was. He couldn't hear her pleads or feel her tears drop on his face; he couldn't see her in this fragile state. She came to his bedside constantly, trying to keep on a brave face though she wasn't sure who it was for.
"Quinn, you can go. I'm here," Rachel said stiffly.
"I'm his friend Rachel, and I am here to support him even if he doesn't know it," Quinn muttered, staring at Finn's face.
"I'm his girlfriend, whom he loves, and I don't want you here," Rachel pressed. Quinn stood up, shaking with anger and tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You're his girlfriend who never says 'I love you' back and who doesn't deserve his love," Quinn spat.
"I don't deserve his love? At least I didn't cheat and lie," Rachel sneered.
"At least I didn't break his heart repeatedly or at least I am by his sickbed as much as possible. At least I only broke my loyalty to him once. Whereas you…when he is sick and maybe dying you are barely here," Quinn's voice got shrill.
"He doesn't know the difference!" Rachel complained.
"So what, if he didn't know the difference if you were sleeping around that wouldn't be bad?" Quinn asked haughtily. Rachel closed her mouth.
"You need to leave," Rachel muttered. Quinn laughed humorlessly. She let the tears fall from her eyes freely. She sat back down next to Finn.
"You have a lot to learn about Finn, Rachel. And no one will ever know him as good as me," Quinn said bitterly. Rachel turned on her heel and left. Quinn ran a hand over Finn's face. One of the doctors came in.
"How are you holding up?" he asked. Quinn wiped the tears from her face.
"Okay, I guess," Quinn lied. She was a broken toy and the glue holding her together was slipping. But the bleeps on the monitors made her realizing something.
The glue was slipping, but there was something stronger holding her in place now: Finn Hudson.