Thanks for reading and the comments :). As ever I don't own anything. Not a huge chapter but thought i'd post an update for you. Should be a 'meatier' chapter up over the weekend...

Chapter 2

Quinn smiled as she slowly moved her feet through the warm water of the hydrotherapy pool she and Rachel were sitting in. 'You know there's not much I'm going to miss once I'm better but this is definitely top of the list.'

Rachel moaned in agreement. 'mmhmm'

'Do you think if I ask my mom nicely she'll buy me one for Christmas?'

'Well you deserve it after everything you've managed to achieve Quinn. You've been discharged for two weeks and you're already walking unassisted.'

Quinn shrugged. 'Not very far and not without the parallel bars being there'

Rachel turned slightly and caught Quinn's eye. 'Please don't put yourself down. Not about this, it's too important. You've far exceeded the doctor's expectations and mine for that matter. And as you know, I have very high standards.'

Quinn smiled sweetly at Rachel. 'Thanks. For everything. I don't what I would've done without you.'

Rachel returned the smile. 'It's my pleasure Quinn'

'I'm serious Rachel. You're telling me I'm strong and I believe you. When did I start doing that?'

'I wear people down, eventually.'

Quinn scoffed. 'You're so stubborn.'

Rachel pouted. 'I'm not stubborn I'm just right quite a lot'

Quinn skimmed the water with her hand and splashed Rachel playfully. –'Seriously though, this means a lot to me.'

Rachel struggled to catch her breath as her cheeks colored under Quinn's gaze. Unsure what to say next she leant back and closed her eyes. 'You know if I concentrate I can almost tell myself we're in a Jacuzzi'

Quinn nudged her friend gently 'And where would this Jacuzzi be?'

'On a roof top…..In New York'

The blonde let out a giggle. 'Obviously'

'It's the end of my first week on Broadway, which has been a runaway success, naturally. You have just co-written a killer article for the Times. The first intern ever to get a mention in the by-line.'

Quinn smiled as she too closed her eyes. 'Front page?'

'Front page' Rachel continued. 'Our colleagues all hate us of course. We don't mind though, we've got cherry margarita's and Barbra to console us'

'Sounds heavenly, Where's Finn?'

'Hmm?'

Quinn opened her eyes slightly to steal a glance at the brunette. 'Finn. You'll have married him by now right?'

'He's probably out shopping or something.'

'Shopping?'

The brunette giggled. 'Ok, playing football then. Whatever happens we'll still have time for this. You know, you and me time.'

Quinn smiled sadly. 'Maybe not. I'm going to ask Yale if I can defer for a year'

Rachel sat upright. 'Why?'

Quinn sighed. 'It's like you said I'm making good progress. In another year I should be completely healed. I just want my clean slate to be totally clean if you know what I mean.'

Rachel dipped her head. 'Yes I know what you mean'

Quinn tapped Rachel on the shoulder 'Hey, You ok?'

'Yes, it's just there is going to be a gap now. I assumed we'd go through things together. At the same time I mean. I know we haven't been good friends for that long. It's fine.' Rachel attempted a big smile. 'It's absolutely fine.'

Quinn's voice softened. 'Are you freaking out?'

'No. Not freaking out. I've got no reason to freak out. I just always thought you'd be close by me.'

'I will be. In a year.'

Rachel nodded as she turned to face Quinn. 'I'm not freaking out, just recalculating.'

The blonde laughed 'Recalculating?'

'Yes, and whilst I do that you can top up our margarita's and turn Barbra up'

Quinn gently placed her head on Rachel's shoulder 'Back to the fantasy then?'

Rachel tried to stifle the shiver caused by the increased contact. 'Yes, back to New York. That is until your physiotherapist comes back and throws us out.'

'Finn still not back from football then?'

Rachel smiled. 'Just pour the drinks Fabray'