Author's Note:

Hey y'all. This is kind of like a filler chapter I suppose. I don't really like jumping into story lines hastily. I like the process of building up the story.

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Chapter 6

"So your replacement for the show is a real catch, Berry." Santana looked over at me from behind the wheel. It was still kind of nerve wracking being in a car. However, I was glad to be getting these damn stitches out. And I was glad to get away from Quinn for a while, even if that sounds bad. I can't believe I'm crushing on her. It's so frustratingggg.

I rolled my eyes at Santana. "I'm sure she's not even close to being as talented and skilled I am. So, whatever. The show can have her."

Santana laughed. "There you go, Dwarf." she drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and we sat in silence for a few moments."So...Q is like a complete nerd now."

I smiled. Yeah she pretty much was. It's adorable though! "Yeah. Her favorite movies are the Star Wars ones. Her cat is even named after Luke Skywalker." I giggled. Santana groaned and face palmed. "I've lost Q."

I continued, "She loves history and will watch any documentary that's on Netflix. She reads quite avidly as well. It's very charming," I rambled. Santana took her eyes off the road and eyed me questioningly. Uh no, don't do that!

"Santana! Look at the road, not at me!" I snapped. She rolled her eyes turned her gaze back to the road. "Calm down, Berry."

"No! I will not calm down. I don't want another broken arm to match this one!" I huffed and glared at her.

"Okay, damn." Santana bit back. "The only reason I was staring at you is because you were going all gaga over Q for a second, it was weird. Even for you." I looked away and blushed. I had always wondered if Santana knew about my sexuality. She just knows things like that. However, she has never said anything about it and that's how I wanted it to be. And was not going gaga for Quinn...even if she's charming. And funny...and hot. Ugh.

"I was just describing her, San." I said. "I was not going 'gaga' for her as you so eloquently put it."

"Don't go all librarian on me, Dwarf. Anyway we're here so you can stop imagining Q shirtless."

"Santana!" I flushed. What the hell? "Why the hell would you say that!" Her eyes twinkled and she smiled at me. "I was just joking Berry calm your tits." How vulgar.

"Santana I'd appreciate it if you didn't use such crude language." she smirked in response. We walked toward the hospital and I looked around. Where are all the sleazy paparazzi? Santana must have read my mind or some crazy shit because she said, "I told the press you switched hospitals so all the dickhead paparazzi should be waiting at a totally different place. Of course now that they know about Q they might still keep an eye on this place."

I cringed at the thought of poor Quinn being followed around shamelessly by those asses. "Thanks Santana." I grinned at her.

"Whatever."

I can't fucking believe the fucking scar that crash has brought upon on my face! Right through my left eyebrow! Jason Grime is going to be a dead man. Maybe the set on the show will "accidentally" fall and crush him. The doctor said he couldn't do anything about it and now I'm stuck with this hideous scar.

"Stop getting all riled up Berry. Scars are sexy!" I rolled my eyes at this. What a cliche. Of course I do love cliches.. "You'll certainly have Q drooling over you..." she teased. Well I mean, I think she's teasing. Who knows with Santana.

"SANTANA." My outburst only made her roar even more with laughter. "Come on Dwarf lets get you back to the apartment. Maybe you can seduce Q with your 'battle scar'..."

"Bite me."

"Not gonna happen. However stretchmarks might when she gets sight of your scar..." I flushed red and Santana laughed even more.

Kill me now.

"Oh wait, can we swing by my place and get B? She has a class."

"Yeah sure."

Santana dropped me off at the complex and honked the horn goodbye. I waved back at her and Brittany and turned around only to find an amused Quinn standing behind me with a cigarette in her hand. I eyed it dubiously. I have no problem with smoking but she's a doctor...

She bit her lip. "I can put it out if you want. I don't smoke often.." I shook my head.

"I have no problem with it, Quinn. I don't smoke for fear of it damaging my voice but I don't mind if you do. It just has taken me by surprise because you're a doctor and doctors usually highly discourage smoking." I rambled.

She frowned. "I know. It's a disgusting. However when I'm feeling a little stressed it relaxes me."

"Oh? What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. I hope it's nothing too bad. She shrugged. "Just been thinking a lot. Don't worry." She looked past me taking a drag and avoided looking me in the eye. I frowned. Did I do something?

"Have I done something wrong, Quinn?" I hope not.

She blew out smoke, looked at me and smiled. "Of course not." She eyed the left side of my face. I stood there shuffling my feet self consciously. I knew it. My scar is hideous.

Quinn must have noticed my discomfort because she put a hand on my forearm. "Your scar doesn't make your appearance any less appealing than it was before." She thinks I'm good looking? "In fact, I think it's hot." she winked. Oh god, why? I laughed nervously. "Thanks, Quinn." I said quietly. She stubbed out her cigarette, rolled her eyes, grabbed my hand and lead me into the complex and up to her apartment. There's those damn tingles again.

I coughed. "What have you been up to, Quinn?" she smirked at me. Jeez it's like she's aware of her affect on me. "Just some studying."

I laughed. "What happened to not having to study due to your amazing photographic memory?"

"In order to memorize it, I have to read it. Duh, Rachel." she grinned. I rolled my eyes. Smart-ass.

"Anyway, what do you want to do today, Rach?" I shrugged. "Whatever you want to do, Quinn."

She looked thoughtful for a second. "Want to invite Madison over? It would mean the world to her if y'all became friends."

I beamed. "Of course, I'd love that!" Madison seemed like a really cool person. And maybe she can reveal more about Quinn to me..

"Alright, I'll call her right now." she walked away to go get her phone. I looked around the living room and saw books and flashcards everywhere. Pleased to see Quinn was actually studying, I sat down and looked at one of the textbooks.

Herpes Genitalis: When symptomatic, the typical manifestation of a primary HSV-1 or HSV-2 genital infection is clusters of inflamed papules and vesicles on the outer surface of genitals resembling cold sores.

It then proceeded to show a picture of said herpes and I nearly gagged. Completely revolted I shoved the book away, covering my mouth. Ew.

I heard Quinn laugh from behind me. "You should see syphilis."

"I'd rather not, thank you." She giggled again. Awww.

"Madison will be here in a second, luckily she has the day off today." Quinn said, cleaning up her studying materials. As if on cue the redhead walked in.

"Hey blondie! Hi Rachel," she smiled sweetly. I snickered at the nickname and Quinn glared at me. I looked away nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "Guess what, Quinn!" Madison shouted.

Quinn arched an eyebrow at her best friend. "What, Maddie?"

"I met someone.." Madison blushed. I laughed, how sweet.

Quinn's eyes lit up. "Seriously?' she asked. "I'm so happy for you! What's his name?" I turned towards Madison, who was now sitting cross legged on the floor. I was curious as to why Quinn seems so happy for her.

"His name is Frank." Madison gushed. "He came in when I was working. He is absolutely gorgeous and has the most amazing personality..." Madison trailed on. My eyes wandered to Quinn as I listened halfheartedly. She was listening intently to Madison's story, grinning from ear to ear. This must be a big deal. Perhaps Madison has a difficult history with guys. I could certainly relate. Both guys and girls actually. I shook my head, ridding myself of the thoughts. Stupid thought process.

"Raaaaachel." My thoughts were interrupted by Quinn, who was waving her hand in front of my face. Madison stared at me. They must have finished their conversation and tried starting one with me. Ugh I'm such a ditz.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked lamely. Quinn smirked at me. God she really has to stop doing that. It's sexy as hell.

"Madison noticed your scar."

I hung my head and blushed. "I know. It's horrid." Fucking Jason.

"I beg to differ. It looks hot, Rachel." Madison exclaimed. My head shot up. Seriously? Both Madison and Quinn started laughing at me. I blushed even further. "I'm surrounded by freaks." I mumbled.

"Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, Rachel Berry. I'm a big fan remember? It really does look good." Madison smiled at me. I returned the smile. I watched as Madison nervously looked toward Quinn and then back at me. Quinn rolled her eyes. "You can ask her whatever you want about Broadway, Maddie. She could talk about it for days on end."

"I resent that, Blondie." I smirked and Quinn glared at me again. Ha yes now I know what makes her tick. "Anyway, Madison, it's true. You can ask whatever you want." I exclaimed.

Her eyes lit up. "How is it working with Jason? He's reaaally good looking!"Well she certainly wasted no time. I mentally scoffed. Once again, he's not my type.

"Despite the fact that I hate him with a burning passion as of a few days ago-" I heard Quinn snicker and I gave her a pointed look. So not funny. "He is actually very talented. I'm glad I had the chance to work with him, but seeing as the current situation I'm in, I don't know if I'll work with him again." I told her.

"That's too bad. Everyone has been saying that you two are in a relationship, is that true?" the redhead asked bluntly. I noticed Quinn stiffen out of the corner of my eye. I raised my eyebrows at her and she looked away. Huh. What's that about?

I turned toward Madison again. "You should never really believe what 'everyone' says." I laughed. "Jason and I have never been in any relationship other than a professional one." Quinn immediately relaxed after I said that. What the fuck?

Madison nodded at me, satisfied.

"So, Quinn. I'll see you at the party in a few days?" Madison asked, approaching the front door. Quinn sighed. "Yeah, you'll see me there I guess. You're lucky I love you." Madison had all but forced Quinn to agree to going to some party that Frank was hosting. She had invited me but I seriously don't want to go to some party considering I have a broken arm and I'm a celebrity. I don't think I could take all of the people. So, I used my broken appendage as an excuse.

"I'm sorry you can't come, Rachel." I smiled at her reassuringly. "It's quite alright." I say. Madison bid us farewell and left. Quinn huffed and sat on the couch, clicking the television on. I giggled. "Not a big party person?" I knew the answer, I just wanted to tease her. She gave me a pointed look. "All of the parties I go to I end up getting drunk and pissed. Or pregnant." I cackled. It's true.

Quinn cracked a smile at me. "Just don't drink at the party, blondie." I told her.

"Are you going to keep calling me that?"

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes and looked back at the TV and settled on some show about the ocean. I sat down next to her. "Why are you so interested in the world?" I asked curiously. I understand being interested in something, but Quinn seemed to want to know everything.

"Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance." she stated.

"Um.." I deadpanned.

She laughed. "It's Confucius. I think that maybe if I learn enough about the world, it can allow me to put my life in perspective. I can be more caring towards people and be more understanding. So I try not to be ignorant. Also, I just like to learn new things." Has Quinn always been this philosophical? I gazed at her curiously. How interesting she is. Quinn caught my eye. "Sorry," she bit her lip. "You probably think I'm weird now." her face tinted pink.

"I think it's nice, Quinn." I giggled. "How much you care astounds me. It's quite interesting...you're interesting." I said quietly.

She blushed. "I could say the same to you."

I grinned at her and we watched the show together. Quinn Fabray is truly amazing.