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Quinn Fabray opened her eyes slowly.

She wanted to stand up.

She tried to move her feet... but she couldn't.

"Quinn?"

She looked up and saw someone. Who was it?

"Sam?"

"Yes, Quinn, it's me."

Quinn began crying. "Sam, I can't move my feet. What's happening to me? Am I even alive?"

She used all of her strength to move her upper body up. Sam wiped off her tears. "Yes, you're alive. You're in the hospital... do you remember that accident you had?"

"Yes," Quinn replied. "But I don't want to."

Sam patted her back. "You need to tell me."

Quinn hesitated. "I don't want to. It was scary, Sam. You don't know what I've been through. And I don't..." Then she stopped talking. "Will you please tell me what happened to me?"

"To put it lightly, you were injured," Sam simply replied. "But don't worry. Sure, you'll be in a wheelchair for like, a month or two. But then, you can walk and do your amazing Cheerio flips again."

"You think they're amazing?" Quinn asked.

"Sure they are!" Sam assured her. "You were the best cheerleader I've seen. Don't stop believing in yourself, Quinn. You know you can stand up again. Well, metaphorically."

Quinn laughed. "Thank you, Sam. Thanks for always being there for me."

Sam smiled. "So now will you tell me what really happened there?"

Santana held a small basket of red roses for Quinn. "Are you sure she's going to be here?"

"I'm sure," Artie answered. "She called me yesterday. She's fine. Totally."

"Just asking, Artie, why would Quinn call you of all people?" Tina asked. "Is something going on between you two? I didn't think of that before, but it's possible."

"No, nothing's going on between us," Artie said. "I simply have her phone number because she's my fellow glee club member."

"Good morning!"

Everyone looked at the door. It was Quinn! Sam pushed her wheelchair inside the choir room. They both looked totally lovey-dovey, the kind that Santana would totally be grossed out with.

"Quinn!" Rachel yelled in happiness.

They all hugged each other. "We're so happy you're alive!" Blaine grinned.

"Hey, back together?" Mercedes jealously blurted out in a tone that was less than happy.

Quinn and Sam looked at each other. They were as if their minds had a connection. It was like they were communicating telepathically. "No," Quinn replied. "We're just friends."

"Don't be such a party pooper," Santana said. "Come on, find a seat."

"Sit next to me, Quinn," Sam suggested. "Come here."

"No, she can't," Artie objected. "She has a wheelchair man. She needs to sit here." Then he pointed to his right. "Sit next to me, Quinn."

Quinn sighed. Artie was right. But she wanted to sit next to the one she truly loved. Sam. But that wouldn't be possible right now. She wheeled herself slowly next to Artie.

Then the bell rang.

Sam pushed Quinn to the cafeteria. Many popular kids teased and taunted Quinn, but with Sam, she felt safe.

"Sam Evans!"

Mercedes ran to Sam and Quinn. "Can I borrow Sam for a while?"

"But who'll push me?"

Rachel ran to Quinn. "I'll do it," she offered. Quinn just stared at her.

Mercedes dragged Sam away.

"Uh, why are we here?" Sam asked.

"Sam, I know you like me," Mercedes replied. "And now, I'm here. But why do you seem like you want Quinn more? Why?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Sam said. "I wanted you to be with me. You rejected me. And now, you... you want us to get back together?"

Mercedes was speechless. "Maybe... yes," she said.

"Look, Quinn's my friend," he told her. "She needs me. She might be a little psycho back then but now... you know what? Maybe I still love her, Mercedes."

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