First off, thank you so much for following this story! Its amazing how many people have started to follow it, I'm glad ya'll like it so far. This chapter is in the present, but since a lot of you guys seemed to like the flashbacks, I'll probably do them more then I had originally intended. Once again, thank you and enjoy ^_^

Disclaimer- I don't own Glee….sadly.

Quinn sat in silence in the middle of the hospitals café, waiting patiently for Rachel to come back. It had been almost a week since she had been pulled out of her coma, and now she wasn't so sure she wanted to be awake. Everything was just so confusing, it was like her brain just built a wall up against her, blocking out the memories hidden in her mind.

The doctors said it was normal, that her brain was just injured and needed time to heal, but what if it didn't? Then almost six years of her life would be forgotten, completely vanishing from the past she should remember. She tried to remember the last memory she had, but every time she tried to push past high school, her head would start hurting and everything would get blurry, like looking though murky water.

Sighing, she thought about high school, about being on the cheerios and being the head bitch at McKinley, and how mean she was to Rachel. All of those things were easy to remember, but the further she tried to go the more the dull ache started to set in. By the time she had shuffled through her senior year, up until she had given Rachel the train ticket and told her about her early admission, the ache was now a pain.

As she pushed forward, she was startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder, blinking she turned to see Rachel standing beside her. "Quinn, are you alright?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Quinn said trying to give the brunette a convincing smile, but failing epically. Rachel frowned and nodded, handing the blond a ice-cream cone. "Chocolate chip, that's my favorite, how did you know that?" she asked after she had noticed the flavor chosen, looking at Rachel questionably.

Rachel shrugged, 'I am you wife Quinn, I do know a lot about you…." She said her voice trailing off. Rachel's eyes stung with tears when Quinn visibly winced at the mention of their marriage, she looked down at her hands, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes.

Quinn cursed herself inwardly when she noticed the shorter woman's discomfort, "could you be any more of an ass?" She asked herself. She cleared her throat, getting the brunettes attention, "The doctor said I should get you to tell me some things, maybe they could help me remember" she grimaced, "every time I try to think past our last year of high school my head starts to hurt…" she tilted her head to the side slightly, "I do remember something about visiting you in New York though."

Rachel thought for a minute then frowned again, "Oh yeah, not exactly my best memory with you Quinn, but it happened. What do you remember?"

Quinn struggled to pick out a few fine details about that day, but her head began to hurt too bad. "Not really, just that we got into an argument about something".

Rachel chuckled from her spot in front of the blond, "You were jealous of me dating Brody, you got all upset and stormed off" Rachel laughed and winked at the blond, "it was a very good diva storm off I might add, better than most of mine actually."

Quinn felt a blush starting to creep up her neck, hoping Rachel wouldn't notice she gave the woman in front of her the signature Quinn Fabray eyebrow raise, "Is that so? From what I can remember you could always do the better storm out, I must have been pissed to outshine the marvelous Rachel Berry".

Now it was Rachel's turn to blush, she giggled and rolled her eyes, "You were indeed, you went almost a year without talking to me"

Quinn frowned, "I did?" she asked, now felling even more like an ass.

Rachel nodded, "Yeah" she offered Quinn a sad smile, "it was ok thought." She winked at Quinn, "you wasted a perfectly good ice-cream that day with your temper tantrum I might add."

Quinn sighed when the memory hit her, "Chocolate chip" she said, smiling like an idiot.

Rachel blinked in confusion, "uh, yeah".

Quinn shook her head, "No, chocolate chip, that's the ice-cream I had that day".

Rachel raised an eyebrow, "of course it is your favorite, what other kind would you…." She stopped when she realized that Quinn said she didn't remember that day. The realization dawned on Rachel and she smiled brightly, "you remember don't you".

Quinn nodded, "I do, at least I remember that day…." She trailed off thinking about what she had done after storming off, but unable to grasp those memories, "maybe that's all it takes, a little detail to help by brain break down that part of the wall blocking that particular time frame."

Rachel smiled, "if that's all it takes, then you're going to remember everything in no time!" she hesitated then reached across the table, taking Quinn's hand.

Quinn stiffened for a moment, not use to affection being shown to her. She almost pulled away, but instead she sighed and calmed herself down, "I hope so Rach", she smiled at the woman in front of her, the woman she supposable married.

Rachel let out the breath she had been holding, her heart hurting a little less, she had been prepared for Quinn to get angry and pull away, leaving her sitting in the café like a lost puppy, she knew how hard it was for Quinn to trust people, how hard it was for her to let people into the wall she had built up around herself. "Thank you" Rachel said squeezing the blond's hand lightly.

Quinn smiled softly, "you're welcome" she said her voice barely above a whisper; she looked down at the hand holding hers. Quinn had taken off the wedding ring, she didn't feel right having it on, but she didn't feel right not having it either, it made her heart ache to be without it, so she had put in to a chain and it was now hanging from her neck, hidden from sight down her shirt. Looking a Rachel's hand where her ring was still firmly in place, Quinn felt a small smile make its way onto her face, you feel in love with her once, there had to be a reason, just find it, avoice in her mind told her. Quinn squeezed Rachel's hand back, which caused the brunette to smile, maybe the voice was right, the only problem was, what if she couldn't find that reason?