A/N: 12 follows and 5 favorites in just a few days. Thanks everyone, followers, favoriters, and reviewers are why I continue, and I hope I got everyone in a PM. I meant to have this out sooner, but I got my wisdom teeth out and have only been awake and coherent for a few hours a day before I fall sleep from meds.

This is how I pictured Quinn's accident in my head, after that heart wrenching cliff hanger. This is meant to be jumbled. So I apologize for any confusion, it's not intentional.

I forgot to mention most of the Quinn and Rachel's physical interaction when it comes to their feelings towards one another takes place between eighteen-year-old Quinn and twenty six/twenty seven-year-old Rachel.

I changed up the summery some. I had a hard time coming up with it until now. After this chapters will be around the 2.5k+ length range.

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Title: The Crash

Rating: M – language, strong sexual themes, drug and alcohol use, "character death"

Pairings (in no order): Faberry, Brittana, Tike, Klaine, Finchel

Friendships: Quick, Puckleberry, Pezberry, more

Summary: While recovering from her accident Quinn is placed under the care of one of the more radical doctors in Lima. With his eccentric and what some would say out-of-date methods Quinn is pulled from reality, and given a chance to view the world after her 'death'.

Chapter I

Quinn

Quinn Fabray's Car…

A bright red Volkswagen Bug rolled across the old pavement road three miles over Ohio state regulated speed limit. Quinn Fabray held tight at ten and two, her attention focused towards the road and dashboard digital clock. She was late.

The blonde rushed into her house, her mother at work, ran up the stairs to her bed room. Quinn carefully removed the Cheerio's uniform maneuvering the wooden hanger within the polyester top and straightened the polyester skirt with the wooden clips. Both now hung from the iron hooks of her closet doors. Quinn stood ideal bare feet atop soft white carpet only in a expensive nude lace bra and underwear set. She took in a breath eyes focused on the bright pepto-pink dress. Rachel asked her back; Rachel wanted her back, and for the blonde that was all that mattered. Quinn pulled the bridesmaid dress from the hanger, lifted the dress over her head and zipped it tight, and grabbed her white cardigan and beige high-heel shoes. She was late enough, the shoes could wait.

The irritating indicator of a new text message sounded, vibrating from the confines of the cup-holder. Really was now the time? Rachel knew she was on her way. Did the brunette really distrust her this much? Quinn gave her review mirror a look, no one was coming from behind, and there were no cars up front. She steadied the wheel with her left hand, the compact car keeping a steady straight pace. The blonde took hold of her phone. 'Where are you?' Eye still on the road she began to type.

Quinn never heard the massive truck's horn.

The world slowed for Quinn Fabray. Her body slouched forward trapped between an airbag and her seat. The blonde's body tilted to the left her head dangling inches out the broken car window.

A sudden rush of stumbling feet drug across the asphalt a door shut. "No, no, no, no—no," a male voice ranted. "Miss, miss, can you hear me?" Quinn gave no answer. "Aw-Geeze…aw-geeze," ranted a voice. One foot stumbled over the other tripping across the loose gravel of the road. "I—I need to report an ascendant…aw-geeze…I didn't mean to hit the girl! She didn't stop at the stop sign…" The feet stumbled across the road again. "We're at the corner of Main St. and Mockingbird Ln," the man stated stumbling over his words, the man's voice still a frantic distant echo within Quinn's mind. "No—no my head just hurts, but I can walk just fine…the girl? Oh—god—I didn't check!" The man no older than his mid thirties rushed back to Quinn's car. The teenage blonde listened to the 'distant' steps and frantic voice. "I can't reach her…my truck it's crushed her door in…oh-god—oh-god…," the man's drowned in the sea of police and ambulance sirens.

I was 18 years old the first time I died. I remember there was white, grey, and red everywhere. There was havoc and I felt alive, but really I was dying.

The ambulance roared through the block on its way back to the hospital. "How are we supposed to play this out," asked the red head who waved their truck the heavy traffic in the direction of Lima General.

"Play it like a coma. She has a pulse, but she isn't responding any form of stimulation," answered the other paramedic with frosted spike tips. "The second she's in building hook her to life support." He continued to watch Quinn's vitals from his seat next to the 'lifeless' girl. "Keep your cool to man."

"Keep my cool? I always keep my cool man, If I didn't I wouldn't be in this job."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." The paramedic who sat next to Quinn watched her close. "This time it's different. I overheard the officers. This girl's Frannie's younger sister. This is Quinn Fabray."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

The truck pulled into back of Lima General. The paramedic flung himself from the front seat positioning him-self unhooking the rear door. The other who sat next to Quinn watching her vitals rolled the gurney listening to wheels open then hit the floor, he jumped out after Quinn and rushed her inside the hospital along with his partner.

Screams of various emergencies echoed throughout the halls of the building as other doctors and paramedics rushed through the halls of the hospital.

"Who do we have here," asked a doctor as he rushed along the halls with the two paramedics who continued to direct Quinn along the halls towards their destination. They group was soon met by a male resident in robin's egg blue scrubs. The paramedic with frosted spike tips continued to manually provide oxygen to Quinn's heart.

"The accident victim on Main and Mockingbird," spoke one. "We need life-support ready!"

The doctor clearly tired, it was his fifteen-hour for a slated ten-hour shift. He looked over Quinn's body checking her vitals, and it finally clicked. The young teenage-girl lying before him was Quinn Fabray, Victor Lopez's daughter's best-friend.

"Is this the life-support patient," asked a blonde woman her hair pulled back in a tight pony-tail. She was no more than five-nine in height, and she like Doctor Lopez looked very, very tired.

"Francine, you should be on your break. We can handle this just fine," stated Victor Lopez in a half-hearted attempt to avert the young woman's focus. He really was too tired.

"No, I can help! I'm free I have no…," Franie trailed off, she gave the 'lifeless' blonde a better look. "Oh-god…Quinn…"

"Francine, I think it best you take your break," stated as he and the male resident began setting Quinn in place for the life-support.

"No," Franie stated with a firm voice, every bit of her father escalating from the tone. She pushed the other resident to the side and helped Victor Lopez ignoring his disapproving glare.

Tubes set heart meter running, and IV set. Francine. Fabray and Victor Lopez eyed the young girl. Doctor Lopez set his finger against the switch ready to start the life-support. "I'll call your mother. You shouldn't have too."

Franie shook her head she needed to be the one to tell their mother.

Quinn Blinked.

"She blinked!"

Victor sighed. It had been a long day especially for the older Fabray girl. This was her first really twelve-hour shift. She needed to rest her eyes, and not take part in what would need to be done for Quinn. "Francine…you're seeing what you want to see."

Quinn's lids fluttered.

"Look!"

Doctor Lopez ran a hand through his hair. He clicked a button on the side of bed. "Code blue, code blue, we have a live patient hooked into life-support! I need an OR ready now!" He and Frannie began undoing the wires designed to help Quinn cling to life, now all that mattered was having the young teenager make it through emergency surgery alive, and well.

Her head was wrapped within layers of white gauze. Her torso, legs, and arms were treated in the same manner. The IV dripped morphine, causing Quinn to be placed in a conscious limbo state. The blonde's mind heard the words that exited both the doctor and her mother's mouths. However, her completion sped along at the pace of a turtle. She woke to her sister first and then her mother a few hours later. None of her friends had showed, but did they even know she was here?

Oh-God Rachel! Rachel, no doubt believed Quinn had chosen to ignore the brunette's need for their friendship once again. She had to get to Rachel, find a way to apologize to Rachel, let the tiny teen know it was not entirely her fault she was unable to show for the wedding.

"Your daughter's a very luck girl," stated a man with graying hair as he read through Quinn's chart trough his black wireframe glasses. "She's suffering from an acute psychological suppression. This will more than likely lead to some level of post-traumatic stress because of this she will need to stay in the hospital's nightly care. The kidney repair will take some time. We had to remove her spleen as you know. However, we were able to salvage her spine, and after a few months of extensive physical therapy she should be able to walk again without trouble."

Judy Fabray nodded her mind and body still in a state of shock over seeing her youngest child in such a physical state of distress.

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