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"Tell me what happened that day." Quinn stared at the rain pounding against the windows as she tried to figure out a way to get around Dr. Marshall's question.

"I don't know," Quinn replied, still staring at the window. The sound of Ohio's weather filled the silence around her statement and Quinn wondered how much of her fifty minutes had gone by. She felt like she had been sat on this couch for eternity.

"Yes you do," Dr. Marshall said. "I need you to talk to me, Quinn. The doctors and your mother thought you needed to be here so there is clearly a reason you're sat in this room with me."

Quinn snapped her head around I looked straight at the doctor. "My mother is not a reliable source for what I need. She kicked me out when I was sixteen; I think that says it all."

Dr. Marshall didn't miss a beat. "The doctors, then."

"They don't know anything either. Just like you don't know anything about me or what I need." Quinn caught a glimpse of Dr. Marshall's watch and whilst standing up said, "In fact, what I need right now is to get to school."

"I didn't think you cared too much about school considering you skipped out after first period yesterday," she challenged. Quinn didn't even want to think about how she could possibly know that piece of information. "Do you want to tell me why you did that?"

"No I don't," Quinn said, just staring at the woman.

"Or how about why you went to visit Rachel yesterday, again?" Dr. Marshall tilted her head and looked right at Quinn.

Quinn went to pick up her school bag from the floor. "I thought shrinks were supposed to be nice," she whispered mostly to herself.

"Not in the job description, Quinn. I'm just trying to help you," Dr. Marshall called as Quinn walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Once outside that god-awful room, Quinn just stood in the hallway for a full minute wondering how she ever got into this situation. She couldn't believe she was being made to go to these therapist sessions when there was nothing wrong with her. People should be trying to help Rachel instead of her; she's the one in the coma!

Because there were two doors to Dr. Marshall's office to protect the identity of the clients, Quinn wasn't entirely sure which way to go to get out of the building. She decided to walk left and see where she ended up. As she rounded a corner in the corridor she saw a man with his phone glued to his face walking towards her. He seemed to be having a heated conversation with the recipient on the other end of the phone.

"How much cash do you need?" the man said as the two passed each other in the corridor. Quinn suddenly stopped walking when she heard what he said. The memories of that day came flooding over her in an instant.

"How much cash do you need?" Puck had said to Quinn whilst she was drawing out cash in the bank. Quinn had ignored his sarcastic comment and continued punching in her pin number. When she was done, she noticed that Puck was staring at Rachel who was reading a magazine on the other side of the bank. "What's your angle with Berry, anyway?" he asked, still watching the girl who was sat with incredibly straight posture.

"What do you mean?" Quinn replied whilst absentmindedly stuffing her notes into her purse.

"Why are you being so friendly with her all of a sudden? All summer you've been loved up on Berry. You've got to have an agenda here."

"She just needs a friend. Ever since Finn ended it with her at the end of the school year she's been a bit broken. Besides, I like her. She's a good friend."

"Well, do you like me?" Puck asked her, jokingly puckering up his lips.

Quinn replied in an instant. "No," she joked with a smile on her face.

Puck pretended to look hurt and put his hand on his chest. "You have deeply offended me."

"Oh, shut up," Quinn replied, still smiling. By now, they were approaching Rachel who was still flipping through the magazine. Rachel heard them approach and she looked up at them. "Ready to go?" Quinn enquired.

Just as she was standing up, the door to the bank slammed open causing the bell to jingle and a loud crash to occur as the door banged into the wall. The hustle of the room turned to stare at the entrance.

Quinn snapped out of her reverie when a woman walked past and asked if she was okay. "Fine," Quinn replied, trying to physically shake the memories out her head. She breathed deeply and continued walking through the building and out into the parking lot.

During lunch hour later on that day, Quinn found herself stood with her lunch tray staring at all the cafeteria tables. She wasn't sure where she should sit. Her old table where the Cheerios sat was completely out the question – she was not one of them anymore. She saw most of the glee club sat together on one table but she didn't know whether she was welcome there or not. She really hadn't talked to any of them over the summer, with the exception of Puck and Rachel of course, and she didn't attend the glee club meeting yesterday either. As far as they knew, she was out of New Directions completely. But Quinn didn't want that because she really did enjoy going to glee.

Suddenly, Quinn panicked. How much did the glee club members know about what happened in the summer? Did they blame her for the outcome? Quinn did not think she could deal with the rejection of the glee club as well as everyone else. They were the only ones who were there when she needed it most. She looked over at them on their table. They looked happy and she could see them chatting and laughing but she noticed there wasn't the usual spark between them and she knew it was due to the absence of Rachel. She then looked at Finn's face and her heart dropped. He looked so upset and if it wasn't for Quinn, Rachel would probably be sat round that table and the glee club would be their usual selves and Finn wouldn't look so crushed.

Out of nowhere she felt a hand on the small of her back. She looked around to see Puck stood by her. "Come on, let's go this way," he said, taking her tray in his free hand and leading her out through the cafeteria doors. She let him lead her to a table out in the quad where they sat across from each other and he placed her tray in front of her.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" she asked when he made no move to get any lunch. She told him no, he wasn't hungry. Quinn pushed her tray towards him and offered him some of hers anyway and he obliged. They ate in silence for a few minutes while the hustle and bustle of the school body surrounded them.

"Did you go to glee club yesterday?" Quinn asked Puck. She was very intrigued to know what she missed and if anyone had said anything about her.

He nodded his head whilst mid-bite of a carrot stick. "You went to visit Rachel instead, right?" he guessed.

"Yes. There was no change," she paused and delicately looked up from her salad. "I'm kind of nervous about going to glee club today. What if they hate me?"

"Why would they hate you, Q?" Puck looked confused but concerned at the same time.

Quinn shook her head. "Don't worry about it, it's stupid." But Quinn knew there was reason for them to hate her but she couldn't say it out loud, it would make the whole thing seem more real. Puck reached over to touch her hand out of instinct and she flinched slightly, not expecting it. They looked at each other for a moment before Quinn abruptly stood up, almost knocking her drink off the table. She said she had to go to the library to finish off some history prep before her lesson in the afternoon.

"Wait," Puck said to her. "Are you going to visit Berry after school?" Already knowing Quinn's answer he continued, "Mind if I come?"

"I'd love that," Quinn replied with a smile on her lips.

Puck had offered to drive to the hospital but Quinn wouldn't let him. He was really wishing she had as the car was moving at an excruciatingly slow speed down the roads. In all fairness, she was sticking to the speed limits like a machine but they'd never cared about things like sticking to the road limits before.

"Mind if we stop at my house on the way? I want to grab something," Puck asked once they had been driving for couple of minutes. Quinn stole a quick look at his face to see if he was purposely trying to make her uncomfortable. He looked completely normal, though. Didn't he know that to drive to Puck's house they had to drive past Rachel's house? And to drive past Rachel's house meant having to see what she really didn't want to see.

"Really?" she checked.

"Yep," he confirmed, smiling and completely unaware. Quinn wondered how he was seemingly unaffected by this whole thing and she wished she was more like him. She was not about to let him see how broken up about this event that to him was clearly a very small occurrence so she carried on driving in the direction of his – and Rachel's – house.

She turned into the road in a very careful manner as she did with her driving all the time now and attempted to keep her eyes locked on the road ahead. Maybe if she kept looking to the end of the road she wouldn't have to see the house as she passed.

However, no matter how much she tried to control her eyes from straying, they disobeyed her desperate orders and they quickly glanced to the left as soon as they were passing the house in question.

Quinn drew in a sharp breath when she saw it. The car. Rachel's formerly perfect car was completely wrecked. The front windshield was completely gone, the entire left side of the vehicle was crushed in and the driver's door was non-existent. The roof of the car was even crushed inwards. Quinn knew it was going to be bad but seeing this was worse than anything she had expected. It wasn't even in the shape of a car anymore. Hiram, Rachel's dad, had told her that the garage wanted to scrap it but they had kept it anyway. Quinn could think of no reason why.

She slowed down the car and pulled to a stop and lowered her head onto the steering wheel, counted to ten, sat up and continued to drive to Puck's house.

Puck looked at her. "You okay?" he asked her.

"I'm fine." On second thought, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye and asked him a question. "Why are you so okay about this?"

"I'm not," he said, staring right at her.