A/N: Thank you to all the reviews, it does mean a lot to me. Also, I am looking for a BETA, so if you are interested, please drop me a line either in a review or send me a message. And yes, Frannie is younger then Quinn in this, but I needed to make her younger so she would work for the character of Amy.

Disclaimer: Remember Me? Is Sophie Kinsella's. Glee is Ryan Murphy's. I own nothing.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

My head really fucking hurts. It feels like-

...

Okay, so maybe blacking out wasn't the best idea. Although it's not like I could've done anything about it.

Is that a hospital gown I'm wearing? Oh, God, no-

...

Owowowowowowowow.

My head still hurts. A lot.

It was then that the memories of the previous night came rushing back to me. Sam. The bonuses. Hitting my head. The theory I was in a hospital. My father's funeral.

I couldn't miss the funeral. Pain or no pain, hospital or no hospital, I was going to get out of this bed.

Clutching the sheets beneath my fingers, I tried to get up.

"Quinn!" said a voice "How are you feeling?"

A nurse appeared, and she smiled "Good. You're awake. Third time now. Fell straight back to sleep the first two times. I'm Emma, your nurse."

"I need to go" I said quickly "I have a funeral."

Emma cut me off with a laugh "You can't just leave.

"But I have to"

Shaking her head, Emma looked at her notes "You've had a very serious accident, Quinn."

"Serious? I slipped over! In the rain. After a terrible day."

"Now, I'm sure it wasn't that bad-"

"My boyfriend stood me up! Everyone at work got bonuses but me! My father died! And that's not even the whole disaster of my life" I muttered.

Emma raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"Can I see what I look like?" I asked, desperate to make sure I didn't look like a disaster "A mirror or something?"

"Of course" Emma said, handing me a small desk mirror.

The first thing that caught my eye was my teeth.

Now, my teeth weren't horrible, but they were always a tad crooked and I had a slight overbite.

But now, they were perfectly straight. And white. And shiny.

Did the fall knock them or something?

"Is there a full length mirror somewhere?" I questioned, and Emma nodded towards the bathroom.

I got up, struggling only slightly, and headed towards the bathroom was the nurse close behind me.

"I'll go get your stuff" Emma told me, before shutting the door behind me.

I looked in the mirror, and I took a step back in shock.

Now, not that it's supposed to sound vain or anything, but I suppose I was always quite pretty. I was a Fabray, and we just have a knack for looking good.

My hair was exactly the type of blonde it hadn't been last night. It was bright and straight, only slightly rumpled at the front. My skin which used to be pale, was nice and tanned. My teeth were the straight and shiny white things that had caught my eyes before, and as I looked down at my fingernails and toenails, they were nice and perfectly manicured.

It was only a few changes, but I still didn't feel like me. I felt like one of those girls on those makeover shows I would watch with Rachel, Brittany and Santana whenever any of us had a bad day.

"Well, fuck" I mumbled under my breath.

There was a knock at the door "Quinn, I have your stuff!"

I opened the door, and Emma handed me a bag "Everything else is on your bedside table."

I nodded, and with a smile, shut the door.

The first thing that I pulled out of the bag was a pair of tight black jeans, something I would have never considered wearing last night. Shaking my head, I pulled out the rest, revealing a white silk blouse, a red blazer and a pair of shiny red stilettos.

No I knew for a fact and I would never wear an outfit like that. Too business like.

I shoved it all back in the bag, and walked back out.

"This isn't mine" I told Emma, handing it to her, before my eyes flicked to the bedside table "And neither is that."

A black leather bag sat there, and as I picked it up, I realized it was Prada.

I put my hand into the bag, and pulled out a wallet, and my eyes fell on a business card.

Director of Flooring

I didn't even bother to read the rest. It must be a mistake.

"You must have gotten my stuff mixed up with someone else's" I told the nurse, and she frowned as she looked at the bag the clothes had been in, and another one in which I assumed the Prada bag used to be in

"No" says Emma firmly "Quinn Hudson."

My eyebrows shot up "Hudson? I'm Quinn Fabray."

My eyes flicked over to a newspaper on the table, and I picked it up.

12th June 2013

My breath caught in my throat "2013? It can't be! It was 2010 yesterday, is this time travel or something!"

Emma opened her mouth, but she was interrupted as a doctor strode into the room.

"Hello, Quinn! My name is Dr Schuester and"

"How can it be 2013? It was 2010 yesterday" I repeated, shaking my head.

Dr Schuester raised an eyebrow "Quinn"

"I was at the club yesterday with my three best friends. It was 2010. I looked totally different. My last name was Fabray. And I was not director of the department!"

"Quinn" says the doctor slowly "Your crash was pretty bad. You hit your on the windscreen quite hard. I-I think you have amnesia."

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Amnesia. Car crash.

The words kept repeating itself in the back of my head. I had been give some alone time to absorb it, but I knew mom, Frannie and my husband would be here soon.

My husband. What on earth was he like? When did we get married? How long have we been-

"Hello" said a nurse as she entered the room, placing yet another bag on my desk, and another followed, wheeling a cart full of flowers.

"A-All f-for you" she told me, and my eyes widened with shock.

"What?"

"A-all of these are f-for y-you" she repeated.

"And this is you jewellery" the other informed me, nodding to the back on the table.

"Oh. Thanks" I shoot them a smile and they leave, and I automatically pick up a basket of flowers.

I heard about your accident sweetie. Hope you feel and get better soon.

xxxx Terri

Who on earth is Terri?

I pick up another smaller one, and read it.

Hope you get well and we see you again soon!

From your friends at the gym

Well, that explains my well toned body.

I continue to read the cards, but I don't spot a single name I know, except for the last one, one considerably smaller than the others. Then again, they were all pretty huge.

Get well soon, Quinn. We miss you.

From Rachel, Santana, Brittany and everyone at Flooring

I chewed my lip. Where were Rach, San and Britt? We were with Brittany as much as we could when she pulled her hamstring. And here I was, and they were nowhere to be seen.

I picked up the jewellery bag gingerly, and putting my hand into it, pulled out a large diamond ring.

"That's one big engagement ring" I muttered, feeling it in my hand. But it didn't feel like me.

I placed it on the table, and pulled the next item out of my bag, a simple gold band.

My wedding ring.

My breath caught in my throat, and I turned it over in my hands, looking at the engraving on the back.

Quinn and Finn, July 18th 2011.

We had been married for almost two years, and I didn't remember a thing.

...

"Quinnie lovely, how are you?" my mother asked as she stepped into the room.

"Fine with someone who just had amnesia after being in a car crash" I said, harsher then I meant too.

"Oh, amnesia?" she frowned "That's terrible Quinne."

She straightened her lemon yellow cardigan, and I groaned. That was the thing with my mom. She would drop bad things just like that. Anything she didn't like or found uncomfortable, never was in the conversation longer then to minutes.

"Where's Frannie?" I asked.

"She's coming" she replied "And Finn's on his way."

I swallowed "What's he like-Finn?"

"He's very nice" nodded my mother approvingly.

I wanted to ask what he looked like, but that would sound rude. Besides, I didn't care what he looked like. That was too vain.

"He's been terribly worried" she continued "Been here ever since it happened."

"And how long ago was that?"

"Five days. We didn't know if you were going to wake up" she said, and I nodded, chewing my lip.

"Anyway" mom said, heading over to the doorway "I'll go get you some breakfast."

Typical.

She left, and not five minutes later, a girl about 16 entered the room, with short blonde hair with purple streaks, wearing a pair of chunky boots.

"Hey Quinn" she waved.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked, cautiously so I wouldn't hurt her feelings.

"Quinn! It's me, Frannie!"

...

"Frannie?"

There was no way this was Frannie. Frannie was 12, with hair in a ponytail and pretty purple sneakers.

Well, she was three years ago.

"Yup" she said, popping the 'p', all traces of hurt gone.

She took a seat at the end of my bed and looked at me "They said you had amnesia."

"Well, yeah" I shrug "Last thing I remember I was out with Rachel, Santana and Brittany and I wake up in a hospital three years later" I pause "Where are they anyway? Rach, San and Britt?"

Frannie opened her mouth, but quickly closed it.

"So" I said, ignoring her strange action "How did we meet? Finn and I?"

"You met him helping out a charity for the blind."

"Oooh, so he's into charity work"

"No" Frannie said, shaking her head as she cut me off "He is blind. He walked up the aisle after you, breaking tradition, but everyone was crying because he did it without any assistance and-"

She breaks into a fit of giggles.

"That's horrible!" I tell her sharply "How can you joke about something like that? Now tell me the truth."

"He saved you from a burning building" she stated simply "He's a fireman, you see-"

But noticing her trying to hold in her laughter, a shot her a dark look.

"Alright, alright. You met on a TV show."

"Frannie!"

"No, I'm serious. You met each other, and just like that, you clicked" she clicked her fingers for effect.

A TV Show? Me?

I was too busy trying to figure out why I would even do such a thing that I didn't notice my phone had been beeping before Frannie had it in her hands.

"Finn's on his way" she said.

I had a quite a few texts from someone called F, all saying things like 'I'm on my way' and 'Babe, I hope you feel better.' I realized now that they must have all come from Finn.

"No! I'm not ready to see him yet" I said quickly, just as mom returned.

"He's here!" she said, clapping her hands together and smiling "Finn!"

"No" I shook my head "No"

But it was too late. A guy had stepped into my room.

I guy who I assumed to be my husband. My very good looking husband.