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The first thing Quinn did when she woke up was pick up the phone and call Rachel. It rang and rang and rang before going to voicemail. She sighed as she heard Rachel's angelic voice prompting her to leave a message, so she left one. She never could say 'no' to Rachel Berry.

"Hey, Rachel, it's me…Quinn. I wanted to say that I missed not having you come around to visit me. Everyone else has been here and well, I wanted to see you. To tell you that you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. I don't blame you. So please, come and visit me. That's what friends do, right?" Quinn took a deep breath and quickly hung up the phone before she said anything she might regret.

The next day, her mother brought her a new cell phone. She had asked for one so she could keep in touch with her friends, and although her mother gave her a strange look she bought her a phone anyway. As much as it pained Judy to give her daughter another phone after what had just happened, she was unable to refuse the request. It was the first time Quinn has spoken to her since she woke up all those weeks ago. And as far as she knew, she didn't speak much to anyone.

"What friends are you hoping to stay in touch with? I thought all your friends from glee basically moved in here with you." Judy asked as she handed the phone to her daughter.

"It's just…well, Rachel." Quinn answered.

Judy's mouth fell open and she simply nodded.

"Don't be like that…when I came out to you this summer; you knew that it meant I was interested in girls."

Judy raised an eyebrow. "But Rachel? Isn't she the one who wants to marry that Hudson boy you dated?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom."

Her mother frowned before sighing and sitting next to her daughter, she took Quinn's hand and held it gently. "You've been through so much Quinn, more than anyone your age should..."

"Mom." Quinn said as her voice quivered.

"You deserve happiness Quinnie, I want that for you more than anything."

"But?"

"But Rachel's taken, and…I don't want you to add heartbreak on top of everything else you've suffered."

Quinn forced a sad smile. "I don't think I can control it mom, you know that."

Judy wrapped her daughter in a hug and tried to stifle her sobs. Quinn held on tighter, allowing her own tears to fall. She and her mom had gotten closer this summer after Quinn's meltdown. Well, her first meltdown. Her second came when Shelby arrived with Beth. It had been hard at first, coming out to her mom, but it also felt freeing. And she had planned on coming out to her friends, until the whole Shelby thing happened and shoved her back over the edge.

Then when Santana was forced out of the closet and the entire glee club supported her, it made her nearly shatter. Where was her support? Everyone already knew Santana was gay and Santana was lucky enough to get the girl she loved. Where was Quinn's happy ending?

And then Karofsky got outed and everyone stood behind him. Kurt even had the balls to tell her that she didn't understand what it was like; that she didn't know what hiding oneself or self deprecation or shame felt like. She almost told him off right there, maybe she should have.

Why couldn't she get the support? Why couldn't people see inside her soul the way Rachel always seemed to? That's one of the things she loved about the brunette. No matter what mistakes Quinn had made or what evil acts she was responsible for, Rachel never once judged her. Rachel always tried to get her back in Glee Club and she always reached out to her when no one else did. And that is why she had to be that person for Rachel. She needed to show the girl that she was forever grateful for her. She needed to let the girl know that they were indeed friends, and that Quinn refused to let Rachel remain sad. She pushed her before, trying to make the girl continue to follow her dreams. And she would push her now. She would reach out to Rachel until the girl finally responded.

"Quinn?" Her mother's voice was heard distantly, and she realized that she was still crying on Judy's shoulder. "Quinn, honey, where'd you go just now?"

Quinn pulled away from the embrace, and wiped at her eyes. "Just trying to figure out what to say to Rachel."

Judy nodded her head knowingly before standing from the bed. "Well, I'll leave you to that while I grab us some lunch. Okay?"

Quinn nodded, though she was already lost in thought and barely paying attention to her mother.

"Oh, and the doctor said that we can get you a wheelchair today. Your casts will be coming off soon and you'll be discharged in a day or so."

Quinn was already typing away at the message when Judy silently exited the room.

Rachel, this is Quinn. Mom said that I may be getting discharged soon, so I will be back to school shortly. I'm looking forward to getting back to Glee. We have National's to prepare for after all.

Quinn sent the message but kept the phone in her hand, praying Rachel would reply. Lunch with her mother came and went and yet no response. After lunch she tried again.

It's me again. So, I'll be in a wheelchair for a while and was thinking maybe we could do another wheelchair number like we did sophomore year.

Still no response. After dinner she wrote.

I'm sorry I brought up the wheelchair thing. Remember, it's not your fault. I want you to know that it's only temporary, I am Quinn Fabray and I will over come it.

She immediately sent another one.

But if I don't…we're still okay, right? I mean, I know we're all friends with Artie and I feel stupid asking this but you won't look at me differently if I am in a wheelchair, will you?

Quinn's tears fell freely as she hit send on her phone. She didn't want to feel sorry for herself, but it was hard not to. It was hard to imagine that she could never walk again. After recovering from her brief meltdown, she picked up her phone again.

Artie? This is Quinn, and here's my new number. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'll be getting my wheelchair soon and well, do you think we could talk?

The response was immediate.

From Artie: Do you want me to come over now? Or tomorrow after school?

Quinn smiled at herself. She didn't realize how much she took Artie for granted until that moment. She saved his number and sent a message back.

From Quinn: Tomorrow's fine. And thank you, in advance.

From Artie: Anytime.

She smiled to herself and was about to set her phone down until it buzzed again.

Quinn, it's Rachel. I would never look at you differently. You're perfect.

Quinn was grinning ridiculously when Santana and Brittany walked into the room. Brittany's whole face lit up when she saw Quinn's smile, and Santana couldn't hold back her own relief.

"It's about time you're back, Q-tip. We've missed you." Santana stated as she collapsed in the chair beside Quinn's bed and pulled Brittany down on her lap.

"You see me every day, Santana." Quinn replied, still looking at her phone message. She quickly saved Rachel's number in her new phone.

While looking down, she missed the Latina rolling her eyes. "You know what I mean."

Finally tearing her eyes away from the screen, Quinn looked at her friends for the first time since they entered. "I do. And I wanted to say thank you for coming anyway, even though…"

Santana raised her hand to stop Quinn's apology. "Enough, okay? We're friends. That's what friends do." She stated with finality and Quinn smiled genuinely at her.

"Why were you so happy, Quinn?" Brittany asked with an excited smile.

Quinn took a deep breath and then reverently handed her phone over to the other blonde. Brittany and Santana read the saved message before their eyes shot up to stare at Quinn.

"I knew it!" Santana announced.

Quinn's brows furrowed in confusion as she took her phone back and traced the message gently with her thumb. "Knew what?"

"That you're Lebanese." Brittany replied.

The confusion on Quinn's face only deepened. "How? When?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "In New York when I was going to suggest a haircut, you assumed I was talking about having sex with you."

Quinn blushed at the memory.

"And when you sang, 'Never can say Goodbye' you may as well have been singing it to Berry. Especially the way you were eye fucking her during your speech at the end." Santana explained.

The blush on Quinn's cheeks darkened as she looked anywhere but at her best friends.

"So what are we going to have to do to get you your girl?" Santana asked, forcing the blonde to look at her Latina friend with a raised eyebrow.

Brittany clapped her hands together excitedly. "You and Rachel will be so cute together."

"As soon as we get her and frankenteen to break up."

Quinn bit her lip nervously. She had been excited for two whole minutes until she learned that Rachel and Finn were still together. If Rachel was happy with Finn, who was she to stand in the way? She only wanted what's best for Rachel, and what if it wasn't her?

"Hey, Q, don't worry. We'll handle that part…you just have to work your mojo on the midget." Santana added when she saw the hopelessness cross Quinn's face.

The blonde looked back at her friends again. "Do you think…?" She let her question taper off because she didn't really know what she wanted to ask them.

"Rachel talked to you more in that text message than she has to anyone else since…" Brittany got quiet toward the end of her sentence so Santana finished the thought.

"And it's Berry so the fact that she isn't going off on some long ass tangent freaks me the fuck out."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be happy about that, San?"

The Latina grinned devilishly before continuing. "She's no fun to pick on when she mopes around like someone ate her dog."

Both Quinn and Brittany's faces contorted in disgust. Santana shrugged. "You know, cuz she's vegan."

Brittany patted the top of Santana's head, before standing up and approaching Quinn. Quinn grinned at the way Santana growled when Brittany stepped away from her. She desperately wanted what they had.

"I think you can make Rachel happy again, Q." Brittany said, pointing to the blonde's phone. "And I think that will make you happy."

Santana stood from her chair and walked toward Quinn's bed too. "Let's face it. If Rachel stays with Finn that will mean she will probably stay in Lima. And we all know she is better than that. As much as I hate to admit it, she's got talent."

"Besides, NYADA and Yale are quite close to each other." Brittany added.

"Who told you that, B?" Quinn asked.

"Kurt. He mentioned it in Glee this afternoon."

"So are we doing this or what?" Santana asked.

Quinn looked at her friends, the phone in her hands, and then back at her friends. "We're doing it."