I think we really need to see Quinn's POV to find out what happened to her to put her in the wheelchair. I hope you all liked the last chapter, my email was full of story alerts. At least I know you guys want to keep reading. I don't own Glee.

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Quinn's POV

I woke up around 9 and decided to go through with my average morning routine. I attempt to walk, which only gets me to my wheelchair. I can walk, but only a little bit, like I can't walk long distances or fast. I can still stand perfectly fine, but when I try to walk long distances, it's hard. I have been going to physical therapy ever since my accident. The muscles in my legs were messed up in a car crash in December.


I was driving back to New York from my mom's house in Boston. I was supposed to stay for another week, but my vocal coach told me that I needed to be at a lesson tomorrow afternoon or else she wouldn't help me. My dance coach also called, she needed me to be there in 2 days. It was starting to get dark and I was almost home. I always hated driving in the dark because my dad died in a car crash at night, it was on this day, 3 years ago. I was trying to change the song on my Ipod, when I heard a honking sound. I look to my right, where the honking came from and see headlights. I scream and shut my eyes tightly.

I wake up in a white room. Completely lost. Am I dead? I look to my right and see my mom sitting in a chair next to my bed.

"Mom? What's going on? Where am I?" I ask, my voice is raspy and dry. I reach for the glass of water on a table near my bed and drink the entire cup full in seconds.

"You got in a car crash baby. You hurt your legs, and are in the hospital." Mom says to me before calling for the doctor. I sit up a bit and touch my legs. I can still feel them, so what is my mom talking about?

"Nice to see you're awake . We have been waiting for 5 hours. I bet you are wondering what happened after your car crash, huh?" The doctor asks. I remember it now. I got in a car crash.

"Yeah, I mean I remember driving home. I went to change the song on my Ipod and I heard someone honking, I looked to my right and I saw headlights. The last thing I remember was screaming and closing my eyes. What happened to me?" I ask scared. It was so weird that I got in a crash the same day my dad did, just 3 years later. It scared me to think that I may have got seriously hurt.

"Well, the hit was not direct, it was on the passenger side. So you got lucky. The only problem is that the muscles in your legs were damaged. You will have trouble walking, until you can learn again. Your muscles can't support your weight properly now. By next September, you should be walking perfectly. In July, you will be able to walk, but not distance and you will be able to stand up perfectly. That's only if the physical therapy works." The doctor says. I can't help but to cry. I wasn't crying because I can't walk, I was crying because I can't dance now. I completely lost my 13 years of training. My dance coach would be so upset.

"Don't worry baby girl. It will be okay. I'll pay for it all." Mom whispered. We were pretty rich, but I didn't ever care for the money and expensive stuff.

"I don't care about the money mom. What about my dancing?" I ask her. She makes me so mad.

"Dancing won't make the guys love you sweetheart, it's all about the money and the looks." Mom said. I never told her I was gay, but I was about to. She never noticed me, she was always was at work, or doing something. We only talked or hung out sometimes.

"Mom, what if I don't want guys? What if I want girls? Huh Mom? You never pay attention. I've been dating girls since sophomore year in high school. You just never paid any attention! I don't care about money, I want to dance. I don't care about looks, and neither did those girls I had been with. Love, and personality that's what I am into mom." I scream. I have had enough with her. Ever since my dad died, she had never paid any attention to me. I was sick of it. I was thankful the doctor had left before I started to yell.

"Quinn Fabray! You do not yell at me, what has gotten into you? Ever since you started hanging with that Santana girl last week, you started to change. You do know that you chose this disgusting lifestyle! I will still give you the money and stuff you need, but please, do not talk to me." Mom yells back. The tears pour from my eyes. My mom wasn't supposed to hate me she was supposed to love me, and support me. Instead of comforting me as usual, she got up and left.

I snap out of my flashback and finish my routine before wheeling myself to meet Rachel.


We met, talked, and went to her house to watch a movie. She fell asleep, but I guess she was tired. I didn't want to wake her, but I had to.

"Rachie! Come on baby wake up." I whisper shaking her lightly. Rachel smiles and opens her eyes.

"Hey Quinnie! Oh my god! I fell asleep, I am so sorry!" She yells. Rachel gets off me and looks embarrassed.

"Rachel, It's fine. I need to go now though, I really need to call my friend. I never told her about you, and I told her I need to tell her something after a date. I'll see you later okay?" I say, I almost forgot about telling Santana until I remembered my mom being mad when I saw the witch. Rachel just smiles and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before leading me out the door.

"I'll see you when I check my mail tomorrow baby. Call me. Love you." Rachel calls after me. I smile and turn to look at her.

"Okay, Love you too hun!" I call out to her. The elevator arrives then and I wave goodbye before I head to the floor under hers. As soon as I get home I call Santana.

"Quinn! Who did you go on a date with? Tell me everything!" Santana yells. I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Well this really cute girl. I've been dating her for a while online, we met today. In central park, we planned outfits and a spot so we could be sure that we found each other. You will love her. Her name is Rachel." I squeal in excitement. I hear Santana choke on something and I wait for her response.

"Rachel, as in Rachel Berry?" Santana asks. I am confused by how she knows Rachel, I mean, she just moved here.

"Yeah, how do you know her?" I ask confused. I hear Santana whisper 'Oh my god' to herself which makes me giggle.

"I dated her, when I lived back in Lima, Ohio with her. I hated her, but in Junior year, I realized I was pretending to hate her, to hide that I loved her. I broke up with her before I moved here. We were in love, and I broke her heart." Santana admits. I drop my phone in shock, causing it to hang up on Santana.

My girlfriend and best friend used to date? How did I not know this? I can't believe it. What if they meet up again and try to put their love back into action. What if Rachel leaves me for her? She wouldn't do that, I hope. Rachel loves me more than anything, she tells me all the time. I grab my phone and decide not to call Santana back. I just go to my room and decide to go for a nap. It was a long day and I needed to rest and get this new information settled in my head. I am sure that Rachel is over it, but I will need to ask her about it.


Sorry this one was shorter. Would you guys like more Quinn POVs? I think that most of Quinn's back story is all clear now. Review! Tell me if you liked it or hated it. Feel free to follow me on twitter: Jessgurlayy97