A/N: Next chapter! If you guys have anything you would like me to contain in this story, feel free to put in a review or PM me and I will see what I can do :). Also, I've decided to pick and choose canon events from Rach's sophomore year to put into the story, and I decided to leave out Jessie St James.

Quinn's POV

I burst out laughing as the rest of the room exchanged worried glances, now for Rachel and a clearly psychotic me.

I wiped under my eyes and turned to Rachel, still chuckling a bit, "Good one Rach, now, tell 'em. We agreed to, remember?" I told her, smiling in reassurance and reaching for her hand,

She pulled away from me, "Rach?" She asked with distaste, "What happened to 'Berry'?" She said mockingly, "Why are you even here Quinn?" She glared at me,

My heart dropped, why was she talking to me like that? Did she blame me for the accident? It wasn't entirely my fault, was it?

"Rach," I said in a pleading tone, completely ignoring the others in the room, "Come on, babe, just tell everybody, you know, about…" I looked at her pointedly,

She laughed bitterly, "Babe? What's gotten into your head, Fabray? This sure is some funny joke. Tell everybody what?" She asked, shuffling away from me,

I froze. What was she talking about?

Someone cleared their throat and I was pulled out of my thoughts, "I'm sorry, Rachel, sweetie," Kurt started, "But what were you saying about Matt?" He queried,

"I was just wondering where he was, everybody else is here." She answered,

Motherfucker. I could see Hiram and LeRoy exchange a glance, and I could Hiram look at me in my peripheral vision, but I wasn't paying attention. I was focused solely on my girlfriend.

"Matt isn't here, sweetie. He transferred to another school, middle of 2010, the end of Sophomore year." Kurt reminded her gently, trying to not jump to any conclusions.

Rachel laughed, the same beautiful sound it always was. "Don't be silly Kurt, we're in Sophomore year, remember? We just did 'Taylor' week." She said with a knowing,

I turned to look at Rachel's dads in a panic,

"I'm going to go and get her doctor," Hiram muttered to LeRoy, and he walked out of the room,

"Rachel, babe, please tell me you do remember? Please tell me this is some joke," I pleaded with my girlfriend,

"I don't know what you're talking about Fabray." She said coldly, "Last I remember we," She motioned between us, "Don't get along. You hate me at the moment because I 'stole Finn from you'" She said with quote marks, "And I hate you because you're a cold-hearted bi-atch that couldn't care less about anyone other than herself."

I actually stumbled back a step, she didn't remember anything. And she just called me a cold-hearted bitch. What the fuck is going on?

Everybody in the room was looking at me weirdly, some were glaring at me coldly, and others (namely Tana) were looking plain confused.

I ignored everybody else, and turned to Rachel, I went up to her and took her hand in mine,

"Babe, please, please, I'm telling you, you have to remember me," I begged,

"Don't you dare touch me." She threatened, pulling her hand away from me and crossing her arms,

"But I…"

"I don't have time for your little games or your insults. Get the hell out of my room." She demanded loudly,

"Rachel," I looked at her pleadingly,

She turned away, putting her nose up in the air,

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Come out with me for a second." LeRoy told me, and he guided me out of the room,

"I don't understand your friendship with my daughter." He said simply, once we were outside in the corridor,"I'm confused, because you have been in the hospital every day Rachel was in a coma, yet she seems to hate you and believes you hate her back." He continued,

I made to object but he held his hands up to stop me,

"Now I know, relationships change over time, and she doesn't remember anything since the middle of her Sophomore year, which isn't your fault, by the way. I talked to some of the other Glee club members about you." He informed me with a pointed look,

I pulled at my collar slightly, "And?" I asked hopefully,

"They were all very surprised that you had come to see Rachel. Not surprised that you had visited each day that she was in a coma, or in passing on your way out of the hospital. But they were surprised that you visited her at all. They are under the impression that you and my daughter despise each other, always have. They were surprised that you were in the car with her, and that neither of you killed each other before the car hit you. AND, that you were heading a strange route home." He said, taking a deep breath and looking at me sternly, "Can you tell me the answers to any of those questions? Can you tell me why the people in Glee club are under that impression?"

I opened my mouth but closed it again, it wasn't my secret to tell. Rachel had to tell them.

He took my silence as an answer and continued speaking, "Do you, by any chance, have anything to do with what Rach was going to tell Hiram and I that day after school?" He asked me,

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." I lied smoothly,

He raised an eyebrow at me, but continued with his speech, "Look, kid, I don't know if this is some joke, or prank, or dare. I don't know if you're here out of some guilt. I just know that I can't trust someone who has treated my daughter like that, past or not. I'm sorry, but I can't let you visit Rachel anymore. You can see her when she is back at school if she even wants you too." He said firmly,

I paled, "No, you can't do that! Please, I will do anything!" I begged him desperately,

"I'm sorry." He said again. He nodded at me and walked back inside to see Rachel.

I put my hand over my mouth in an attempt muffle my cries but it wasn't much use, I was devastated. I jogged out of the corridor and kept running until I found myself in a stairwell. I sat down on a landing, slid down the wall and put my head in my hands. My entire body was shaking with the sheer force of my tears, and I made no attempt to quieten down. I just couldn't believe that not only did Rachel not remember being my girlfriend, but she hated me. I clenched the necklace that was hanging from my neck in my fist. It had been from Rachel, a tiny little gift, to say I love you. It matched the earrings she had gotten me, a snowflake. Loud sobs echoed around me as I continued crying, now desperately trying to pull myself together but not being able too.

I started thinking about what was going to happen with us, and how I just could not lose Rachel and I started hyperventilating, my breaths coming less often, everything around me fading into the background.

"Quinn?" A voice entered my thoughts, "Quinn, honey, you have to calm down for me, okay? Breathe, in, and out." The person instructed calmly and I tried desperately to follow her example,

Within ten minutes or so, my breathing had finally evened out, and I had found myself looking up at my mom. A couple of fresh tears fell down my face, "It's bad mom," I said tearfully,

"What's bad? I heard she was awake?" My mom queried, moving to sit next to me,

"Amnesia." I answered, "She doesn't fucking remember anything." I swore, "She hates me, despises me, loathes me!"

"Oh, sweetie," My mom sighed, not even bothering to correct me on my swearing, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." She comforted, pulling me into a hug,

"She doesn't remember me," I said in a small voice,

My mom just hugged me tighter, "She will, sweetie, some amnesiacs regain their lost memories really quickly."

'Some.' I thought despondently, 'Some.'

I sat there with my mom, crying silently, thinking about the time where my life turned into one of those crappy romantic comedies. Except, in real life, people didn't always get their happy ending.

Rachel's POV

I had woken up from my coma several hours ago. Apparently, I had been in one for two and a bit weeks, after I got into a serious car crash and there was swelling around my brain. I didn't remember the crash, but my doctor said that was normal.

I was ecstatic because once I had fully woken up, and been checked over by my doctors and nurses, I convinced my dads to call my friends and tell them that I had woken up. They called Tina and Noah, and within minutes they had gotten calls back saying that they were all going to come to the hospital. My dads also called my Aunt, as apparently, she had been very worried about me.

There was a knock on the door, and I pulled myself up straighter and tugged at my hair. The door opened and revealed a timid looking Tina, with Noah standing next to her.

Tina put her hand over her mouth and ran over to me, tears of (what I hope was) joy, streaming down her face,

"I didn't want to believe them! I was half expecting something horrible to have happened to you." She told me, trying to wipe her tears away,

"I missed you too." I teased, patting her cheek affectionately,

A throat cleared,

"Yes, Noah?" I asked teasingly,

"Princess," He nodded, trying to keep some of his bad-ass reputation intact,

I held my arms out and he pulled his hands out of his pockets and half-ran over to me,

"I missed you, princess," He said into my hair,

"I know Noah, I'm fine now," I reassured him,

He was going to respond when there was another knock at the door,

"Come in!" Noah responded,

The door swung open to reveal my Aunt, looking confused as she stood next to the New Directions and Mr Schue.

She smiled at me and gave me a hug, and all of the other New Directions members came forward to greet me.

"It's nice to see you all. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages," I told them,

"We're just so glad you're awake, Rachel," Kurt said on behalf of the group,

There was another knock at the door, and someone called for the person to come in.

Okay, was I seeing things? Quinn 'Head Bitch of McKinley' Fabray, had decided to visit me while I was in the hospital?

"Rach!" She exclaimed and she ran over to me and gave me a hug, "I can't believe you're okay, I was so worried about you." I told her, a couple of tears slipping down my cheeks,

Her voice sounded strangely familiar, and not in the 'I've known her since the start of Junior Year' kind of way, but in a different way that I couldn't put my finger on. All I could focus on at the time was the fact that I did not want Quinn hugging me. Whatever sick joke this was, I didn't care for.

I pushed her off of me, "Uh, Quinn… wouldn't have expected to see you here." I replied coldly,

"Excuse me?" She asked me in a disbelieving tone, "Where the hell else would I be?" She demanded,

'Uh, anywhere but here? Please?' I thought to myself,

"Well, we just, don't talk that much, is all. I thought you were still mad at me about the Finn thing." I tried to explain nicely,

Hang on, "Where's Matt?" I asked curiously, directing the question towards everyone in the room,

"Who?" Kurt replied,

"Uh, hello? Rutherford? Football? Glee? I kind of thought he would be here, I mean, the rest of you made it." I said with a bit of a laugh, who else would I be talking about?

"Rachel…" Daddy said carefully, "Do you remember what year it is?"

Uh, what kind of a question was that?

"Of course I do Daddy." I replied rolling my eyes, "It's 2010, middle of my Sophomore year."

Quinn burst out laughing and the rest of the room exchanged a look.

"Good one Rach, now, tell 'em. We agreed to remember." Quinn told me, smiling and trying to grab my hand,

She pulled away from me, "Rach?" I asked, getting extremely fed up with this act, "What happened to 'Berry'?" I asked her mockingly, "Why are you even here Quinn?" I glared at her,

"Rach, come on, babe, just tell everybody, you know, about…"

I laughed at her, "Babe? What's gotten into your head, Fabray? This sure is some cruel joke. Tell everybody what?"

Someone cleared their throat "I'm sorry, Rachel, sweetie," Kurt started, "But what were you saying about Matt?" He queried,

"I was just wondering where he was, everybody else is here," I answered, kind of disappointed that someone would miss my big 'waking up celebration'.

"Matt isn't here, sweetie. He transferred to another school, middle of 2010, the end of Sophomore year." Kurt told me,

I laughed at him, what is he going on about, are they trying to prank me? Because that's pretty low. "Don't be silly Kurt, we're in Sophomore year, remember? We just did 'Taylor' week."

Yes, Taylor week, we must have finished the day I got into the accident,

"I'm going to go and get her doctor." My daddy muttered to my dad, and he walked out of the room,

"Rachel, babe, please tell me you do remember? Please tell me this is some joke,"

What is it with this girl? Babe? What the fuck is she trying to pull?

"I don't know what you're talking about Fabray." I told her coldly, "Last I remember we," I motioned between us, "Don't get along. You hate me at the moment because I 'stole Finn from you'" I said using quote marks, "And I hate you because you're a cold-hearted bi-atch that couldn't care less about anyone other than herself."

Quinn literally stumbled back from me, which kind of confused me, as I had called her much worse things than 'Bi-atch' before,

Some people in the room where glaring at Quinn, whereas others looked just as confused as I felt,

She took my hand in hers,

"Babe, please, please, I'm telling you, you have to remember me." She begged,

'OK,' I thought, 'Rachel Berry is officially done with this crap,'

"Don't you dare touch me." I threatened, pulling my hand away and crossing my arms,

"But I…"

"I don't have time for your little games or your insults. Get the hell out of my room." I demanded,

"Rachel," she looked at me pleadingly,

I turned away from her, a sign that I wasn't going to talk anymore,

My dad placed a hand on her shoulder and led her out of the room.

I turned back to face the people in the room,

"What in the world was that?" I asked, laughing incredulously,

"That girl is just trying to mess with your head," Mercedes explained, "If she gives you any trouble, just come to us, I'm always free to cut a bitch."

Finn and the guys nodded, "Yeah, Rach, don't let Quinn push you around." He told me,

Moments later I heard some crying coming from the hallway. Jesus, that person sounded absolutely devastated. It absolutely broke my heart. The crying, weirdly, sounded kind of familiar. And I badly wanted to comfort the stranger. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them, they must have just lost someone they loved. I tried to tune them out but didn't need to for long, as the cries faded.

A doctor walked in with my dads the next minute and looked around the room, "Everybody out. You can come back in half an hour or so, I need to speak with the patient." He said sternly, but not unkindly,

There was a bunch of groaning and whining but they all did what my doctor had told them to do, and filed out of the room,

"Now, Rachel," The doctor said after everyone had left, "Let's talk about the full extent of your injuries."

Quinn's POV

I was in my bedroom, curled up on my bed, under my covers, crying my eyes out. I still couldn't believe it. How could I make her remember? I couldn't live without her. Normally, she would have said the same thing. Now, she couldn't even stand for me to be in the same room as her.

I glared at my phone. It was sitting there, teasing me. Tempting me to call Rachel when I knew I shouldn't. Should I tell her in person, or should I just text or call? Well, if I were to tell her in person, I'd have wait until she got out of the hospital. If I called her, I could just pick up the phone and tell her, right now.

I made a snap decision and picked up the phone, I swiped to enter and hovered over the 'Maria' contact for a split second, before deciding to do it, and pressing the call button.

*Ring-Ring*

"Pick up, pick up," I muttered with my fingers crossed,

*Ring-Ring*

*Ring-Ri-*

"Um, hi, this is Rachel, may I ask who's speaking?" She greeted a little unsurely,

"Rach, you know who it is, my number is in your phone," I reminded her fondly,

"Well, Fabray, if you must know, the contact, TLC, is on my phone, are you calling from their number?" She accused,

"Yes, I went back in time and stole their non-existent cell-phone. I apologise." I said, completely deadpan,

Rachel laughed sarcastically, "Very funny. You have 10 minutes, maximum before I hang up this phone. Go."

"Shit babe, okay,"

"And no 'babe' comments. You're creeping me out," She added,

"Would sweetie be better?" I teased,

"You're running out of time." She said pointedly,

"Shit, fuck, okay. Look, Rach, I know this is all weird and messed up for you, seeing as you lost a lot of your memory, but we are dating." I told her, straight to the point,

Rachel laughed on the other line, "Why would I be going out with you? I don't even like girls." She replied coldly,

'Shit, I'm practically outing the girl to herself!' I thought,

"Well, you do like girls. You found out not last October, but the one before that, Junior year." I reminded her,

She scoffed but didn't say anything, so I continued, "You always say you fell in love with me in me in March. That the whole thing kind of snuck up on you, then kept on growing until it was love." I told her,

"Ha-ha," She said sarcastically, "Why should I believe you? I could never fall in love with you."

"I've got evidence everywhere Rach!" I told her in exasperation, "You probably do too."

"Look, I don't want to talk to you anymore. You're the slut who slept with her boyfriends best friend," I gasped at that comment, "And I'm the 'boyfriend stealing whore' that you can't stand. Goodbye." She said, and hung up the phone,

I stared at my phone in shock, tears pricking in my eyes. Did she just call me a slut? I had to remind myself, that this wasn't Rachel. Well, it wasn't this year version Rachel, it was her from a time where I bullied her, trying to make her life miserable because I thought she ruined mine. Looking back on it, I was probably trying to disguise my feelings. This girl wasn't my girlfriend, this was like, a year before she even knew she liked girls. I needed to remember that she was just acting on Rachel 2010's thoughts and feelings, not my Rachel.

I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I considered my options. 1; Do nothing, let Rachel be, and let her continue, happy, her own life. I winced, yeah, not an option, unfortunately. 2; Wait around for, or try to help Rachel gain back her memories. 3; Make her fall in love with me. I'd done it once (unintentionally too); I was convinced I could do it again.

A/N: Did you like it? Which option is Quinn going to choose? Ooooh, mysterious. Well, my attempt at being mysterious anyway. I would like to give a quick mention to IceQueenRia, who is an author on this site (she's amazing), she has a couple of stories that I really enjoy, and I recently read a memory loss PucKurt one, which was the inspiration behind this route in the story. So you can either thank her or despise her for making me do this! The canon/non-canon differences may get confusing, if you are confused or if there are continuity errors please review or PM me, and I'll try to help. Please Review, and see you next chapter! -Lauren's Glee Stories.