Yea I know I leave a lot of cliff hangars but this one isn't I promise. And its pretty long too.

Yes the last chapter was Rachel visiting Quinn in the hospital their senior year after the episode On My Way. It also seems in the episodes the way they talked it seemed like no one visited her in the hospital, which is stupid. Because in my mind Rachel is there like whenever she can be there.

"Nandy, Mama, Nandy." I gnaw on my lip as I try doing dozens of tasks at the same time. I feel Vin Vin jerking at my sun dress asking for candy. He can't say the word candy though, he says nandy instead.

"Shit!" I hiss looking away from Vincent and taking the boiling water off of the stove. The water begins to rise and hit the hot burner, letting steam rise from it. I place the pan on a different burner before watching it settle and turning the other burner down. Then I place it on the hot burner again before turning back to Vincent.

"Later, we have to eat food first." I say to him and place him back in the living room, I go back and place the water on the hot burner again and turn it down. Then I pull out milk and butter to place into it when it's done boiling and getting tender.

I sigh and turn to the pile of dishes in the sink, today is cleaning day and it isn't going very well. Vincent has been angry with me because I make him eat actual food before giving him sweets. He also has a habit of messing something up that I just cleaned or getting in my way while I'm cleaning.

" Nandy." I look down and see him reaching for my dress again and I grumble loudly, it's only one in the afternoon too, and I still had a load of work to do in my apartment. And I needed to go shopping and visit Rachel in the hospital. How fucking perfect is my day.

"Vincent don't touch that." I call out to him, jogging to him just as he pulls down a rack of candy in plastic bags. I curse under my breath and snatch him up before placing most of the candy back on the shelf beside it and putting him in the basket of the cart. I watch him whine and struggle to get out of the seat. I buckle him in, so he can't stand in it and smirk at my triumph as he fails to get out on his own. I'm so damn smart.

"No!" He yells at me and I roll my eyes as I push the cart down the main aisle looking for the diapers. I already got make up and some toys he saw, and cereal. I see the diaper aisle and turn the cart down that way before grabbing the diapers for a year and a half old baby, since he's a big boy. I twist around and my cart bumps into someone else's. I look up to see two familiar faces.

"Gandpa!" Vin Vin shouts turning with a grin.

" Hi LeRoy, Hiram." I say quietly.

"Hello little man, and Quinn. We were just grabbing supplies for his next visit. And then we were going to go visit Rachel." Hiram says with a smile.

"Oh cool, I'm going to go see her too." I awkwardly say.

"Well then we can all drive to your apartment and drop our stuff off and drive together then, it'll save us some time and money." LeRoy says with a wink.

"Oh sure, just let me get the rest of my stuff and we can go." I say with a smile.

"Of course." Hiram says and I push my cart away from them with a goodbye from both Vincent and I and walk down the aisles once more. I make my way to the electronics area, needing a new cell phone since someone decided to bite it to see what it tasted like. That left a large dent and cracks in the screen and I could hardly see what I'm doing now.

Brittany thought it would taste like strawberries and cotton candy, which she says is my flavors. I don't know exactly what she meant and I don't think I want to know what she meant either. I walk down to the phones and browse through them, deciding I should splurge on myself for once and buy a nice one. I pick one quickly, a red Iphone and a cover for it. I talk to the man at the counter to get it set up briefly before thanking the man and walking away to go to the front of the store.

I pass by the movies where I see one of Finn's earlier movies on a shelf. I stop and glance at them. He is on the corner of one movie and on the back of the other. I pick one up; I remember when Rachel had brought her copy over excitedly and ask if she could borrow my DVD player since she got so excited she broke hers. I remember watching it about a hundred thousand times. It's a pretty good movie, but I know almost every line to it and I'm not about to watch it again.

I place it back in its original spot and turn away, but I feel a familiar feeling creep up my spine and make the hairs on my neck stand on end. I get that hot chill running through my body as I turn to the box with Finn's face on it. This has been occurring frequently, a few times a week ever since their accident. I'd get these chills and tingle; sometimes I'd even forget I was doing something and just stop all my movement.

"You killed me Quinn." His voice snarls and I feel my body involuntarily jerk and knock the DVDs away from me. I feel my heart pounding at an irregular pace and I stare down at the movies. I look back up to see a few high school kids looking at me with funny looks on their faces. I pick them up and place them back on the shelf.

"I thought I saw a spider." I mumble to the kids before quickly pushing the cart to the front of the store so I can get out of there as fast as possible.

The drive to the hospital is a bit quiet besides Hiram's occasional comment or question on the city. When we finally arrive at the hospital, there is still a small group of fans outside of it, dedicated to stay there until she wakes up. That's really sad because they must have no lives.I hop out of the car and watch Hiram pull Vincent out of the car along with two of his toys. We walk to her room and when we get there, Doctor Mather is running another test. I let LeRoy go inside and from a glimpse I could see Rachel squirming when pressure was applied to her fingers. She is making good progress; Doctor Mather says there's a great chance she can wake up now too. He also says not to get our hopes up though because it's a fifty- fifty chance.

I sit by Hiram and watch Vincent play with his car and dinosaur. I look around the hallway, nurses moved around down the hall and sometimes came this way.

"How have you been Quinn, Shelby told us she visited you a few days ago." Hiram asks nudging my arm. I smile and wrap my left arm around his right.

"I've been good, very tired. And yeah she visited on Vin's birthday after you left." I say remembering what she had said.

We had discussed her buying an apartment so Beth can begin school over here in New York and I could start building a relationship with her. And that way Shelby could visit Rachel and repair their distant relationship also, that is if Rachel wakes up. Shelby is back in Lima now though; she asked me to find her an apartment if I had time and saw a few to call her so she could arrange something. I had been skimming through ads and such but hadn't seen any I'd want Beth living in. Hopefully I could find something before school started for her.

"Oh that's good, Beth looks a lot like you." He says and I smile as I wait for the doctor to leave so we can go in. "Rachel is going to wake up you know." I frown and look to him.

"Hmm?"

"She'll wake up, that's why we never let them take her off lifeline. Now look, they say she doesn't need it anymore and is making good progress." He says with a smile.

"Yeah, but they said that doesn't mean she'll wake up." I say gently, not wanting to get his hopes up but not entirely crush them. Instead of getting sad or upset like I thought he would he instead chuckles.

"I know my daughter Quinn, she isn't leaving yet. I could feel it the minute I found out what happened. Although no offense, I'm unsure why she left Vincent in your care. Not that you aren't a good god mother, you're doing amazing actually. I just don't know why she wouldn't leave him with us. I mean we are getting old but still." He says and I laugh.

"Sorry Mr. Berry, I don't know either. I'm actually still surprised she did that." I tell him honestly. I don't know why she did it, she had said in her note that it was because I was her best friend and she trusted me but I'm sure she trusted her fathers too. I look up to see LeRoy signaling it's okay to come in and we both get up and I pull Vincent and his toys in the room. I set down his toys in an area where no one will trip over them. Then I pull up my chair and sit next to her. Her father's take her side on the other side and now that I think about it, I should have let them have my chair.

"Hi Rachel." I say closing my hand around hers, I feel the pads of her fingers tense up as if they were trying to move but they don't. I rub my thumb on her hand and watch Vincent play on the floor, as we begin our daily ritual of visiting her.

I scrub at the counter of the coffee shop, a kid had dumped his very sticky ice cream on the counter earlier and the stick refused to leave. I use a lot of elbow grease as I scrub at it with a cloth and make sure none of my customers need anything.

I glance up once in a while at the window seat where Santana is sitting. She'd been here awhile but had only ordered some tea and sat down, without saying a word besides tea. I had yet to bother her as she stared out at the bustling city, it isn't too dark outside but it's getting there. Santana takes another sip of her tea, before downing the rest of it. I look back down at the almost clean counter and after scrubbing the last of the sticky ice cream from the counter I throw the cloth into the dirty clothes basket.

I hear sobbing behind me at the counter and I frown before turning around to see who the hell is crying at my counter top. It's Santana. I glance around, where several of my customers are looking at her curiously but don't say anything. I'm positive a few of them want to get her number or her autograph but none approach her. She's crying into her arms and grabbing at one of the wrapped poppy seed muffins on the counter. She then removes the plastic and begins eating it and continues to sob.

"Santana what's wrong?" I ask as she takes a surprisingly large bite out of the muffin and as I said those words she lets out a particularly loud sob and crumbs fly from her mouth. I jump as some shoot towards me and exhale; I take the muffin from her and set it down in front of me. She glares at me and I raise an eyebrow.

"Give me back my muffin Bitch." She says weakly and I shake my head.

"What happened, why the hell are you crying at my work and eating food you haven't even paid for?" I ask and I watch her bottom lip quiver.

"I fucked up so bad Quinn I don't know what to do! It was an honest mistake, I hate myself." She slurs her words and sobs together, snatching the muffin and stuffing part of it in her mouth. I roll my eyes and grab a glass to clean from the counter. I take a cloth and push it inside to clean it.

I've known Santana since freshman year, and the one thing that has ever truly made her cry like this is Brittany. Sure she's cried before but it wasn't as serious as when she has problems with Brittany.

"What happened Santana?" I ask and she wipes muffin from her cheek. I see a reporter scooting closer to us and I shoot a glare his way. He stops moving and I turn back to Santana.

"I got drunk at a party, like mega super drunk and I was crying and Brittany was comforting me. So then she took me to have sex in one of the back rooms." She says wiping tears from her eyes and trying to compose herself.

"So what?"

"Well it wasn't Brittany." She whispers. I drop the glass I was cleaning and it lands on the floor, part of it shattering on the floor and the other half rolling away.

"What the hell Santana?" I shout at her and she winces.

"I thought it was her! It looked exactly like her except it was one of my other dancers..."

"Oh my god, does Brittany know?"

"Yeah, she found out because Kimmy kept running her stupid mouth and now she won't let me in the house. And she won't answer her phone and I miss her."

"Did you apologize?"

"Of course I apologized." She snaps and I sigh.

"Santana, I don't know what to tell you. Give her some time to process everything alright? Write her a song, send her one text telling her you're sorry and you love her. Then leave her alone and don't bother her." I tell her and she frowns.

"But-"

"No buts Santana. You cheated on her and she's going to want time for herself."

"I didn't mean it." She says and I sigh before clambering over the counter and wrapping my arms around her.

"I know sweetie."

"Five minutes till closing." I say loudly enough for the last patrons to hear. I tie the trash bag I have at my feet and throw it over my shoulder before heading outside to put it in the garbage. Santana fell asleep earlier so I threw her in a booth before going back to work.

Well I didn't exactly throw her but she did flop into the leather seat hard. She had cried for about a half hour after telling what happened. I shake my head, just like Santana to mess something up. I feel bad for her; I know she is so deeply in love with Brittany it kills her whenever the girl is away from her. I can honestly say now that I believe her when she says she didn't mean to cheat on her. I know Santana; the way she looks at Brittany is like a Goddess. She sees Brittany as her light and her lifeline. I'd have to talk to Brittany later, maybe see what she knows and such.

I walk back into the shop and pass by Dylan's office, he's on the phone and I wave to him. He waves back and I walk to the front part of the shop. The patrons are all gone now but Santana is still there. I see she's also on the phone but she has a deep frown on her face and is gripping the table. Her mouth is open a bit and when she sees me she shoots out of the booth.

"We're on our way now." She says and snaps her phone shut, I open my mouth to speak but she's already holding her hand up to stop me.

"We gotta go to the hospital; Puck says there's something wrong." I feel my throat constrict and tears form as I throw my apron off and pull my hair net out. I automatically go grab my things from my locker and look at my phone as we walk out of the shop. I quickly go to my car and I realize Santana walked here as she hops into my passenger seat. I have five missing calls, from Puck and Brittany. I sigh and start my car before peeling away from the curb.

"Who's all at the hospital?" I ask as I tap my left foot on the floorboard. The light is red and I feel my body twitching.

"Puck, Kurt, and Blaine."

"Kurt has probably called Brittany by now so she's probably on her way." I say and Santana tenses. When we arrive at the hospital Brittany is on her way in and plainly ignores Santana as we all rush inside. I feel a rush of cool air as we enter the building and we all walk to an elevator. We ride to floor six and I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet as I watch the floor numbers change as we go up.

"What's wrong with Rachel?" Brittany asks and I shrug.

"Puck didn't say he just said that we had to get here because something happened." Santana says just as the doors open. We all walk out and turn left down the hall to Rachel's room, already I see from down there, people rushing in and out of her room. I feel my feet drag me faster as I see Puck rubbing his head and looking inside the room.

"Puck!" I yell and he turns to me.

"Quinn." He says and I immediately go to hug him.

" What's happening?" I ask and he rubs my back.

"We don't know, Kurt just went in earlier and her monitor was going off like crazy. So the doctors came in but they haven't told us what's happening." He says and I pull away. A few minutes later Doctor Mather comes out and I frown. He has one hand running through his hair and sweat on his brow. I feel my hand gripping Puck's shirt as I wait for the man to tell us what's wrong.

"Are her fathers on their way?" He inquires and Kurt nods.

"What's wrong with her?" I demand for answers and he inhales.

"I was wrong; she hasn't been in a coma for all this time. For the first month she was but for the past four months she's been a vegetable in a way. Her brain had shut down her body so it can repair itself while we had her on life support. When we took her off it was because she was making such good progress. However, she isn't waking up but the pain and damage to her brain and body are too much for her to take."

"What are you saying? Can't you put her on Morphine?"

"We have her on Morphine, it's just the damage is too extensive. She's dying."

Rachel

I remember I had spent last night lying in my bed bawling because I was terrified Quinn would never wake up. I'm still afraid, I'm fatigued too. Quinn woke up from her coma a few days ago but she's been asleep since then, the doctors say she should make a full recovery but they can't make a full report until she is completely awake. I hope she would wake up so I can tell her how sorry I am.

I gaze at her again, my tired eyes drooping slightly. Ms. Fabray is sitting next to her too. She's reading some home magazine and holding her daughter's hand. I'm delighted she's here because I hate being in this room by myself. I mean Quinn's here but I'm fearful to be here without someone else. I feel like all my fears and guilt will choke me when I'm alone. I rest my head on her hip and place my hand over her hand. I feel my eyes closing but I open them up again, I don't want to fall asleep when I'm here. I close them again, unwillingly of course, but they won't open. I hit that stage where I'm going to sleep no matter what. I groan and berate my body for being so weak but it revels in the sensation of rest.

"Rachel." I hear my name, Quinn is beckoning me. She's awake, I have to wake up. "Rachel I'm so sorry, please wake up." Why is she sorry? I shift my eyes as I struggle to open them. Why do I feel so frail? I feel like I can barely lift a finger, let alone open my eyes. I feel tired just trying to open them, Jesus I must have been tired. I feel like I hadn't slept in months, not just last night.

"Rachel, you know I love you and Vincent does too. He needs you and so do I. Everyone does, just please wake up." I want to smile; she needs me to wake up. She must miss me, how adorable. But who is Vincent? Oh well, she loves me. Well of course she does, she's one of my friends. I feel agony shoot up my head, like a headache except severer. It feels like I have a migraine and someone is thrashing me with a baseball bat.

"Open your eyes, for me. Let me know you aren't leaving us like they say you are. Please." Whose uttering I'm leaving her? Why does my body feel wounded? What's happening to me? I have to prove them right; I'm not leaving anytime soon. I fight my eyes as they refuse to open and it feels like someone glued them shut. I feel something on my arm, like someone is moving their hand on it. Their hand moves to my face and strokes the side of my eye. Their fingers wind through my hair and I feel content to just stay that way. Their hand feels familiar, soft and loving.

"Rachel, answer me." She speaks softly. Okay. I battle the sleep, my left eye twitching as it cracks open just a smidgen. Light increases the pain in my head as it invades my eyes. I almost close it again when the right does the same and I grimace. The light is so bright and hazy. I blink before opening them more and feel tears pricking at my eyes at the light.

"Bright." I say, my voice is very hoarse and breaks at the end and I wince. I must have been sleeping for days. Or I was ill; I should do some vocal exercises later after I get rid of this dreadful headache. The lights dim and I sigh and see Finn at the end of Quinn's hospital bed. How sweet of her, she must have woken up and given me her bed when she saw I was sleeping. Dammit! That means she woke up when I was sleeping. I feel awful now; I had vowed to myself I would be awake when she woke up.

"Rachel, this isn't Quinn's room, this is yours." Finn reveals and I frown.

"Finn." I whisper.

"Hi Rachel." Quinn breathes and she moves in front of me so I can't see Finn anymore. I look up at her heavily and she sits on the side of the bed. This according to Finn is mine. Not hers? How is that possible? What happened before I fell asleep? Was I dreaming...?

It is mine, I remember Finn berating Quinn just seconds ago before she says something and he leaves the coffee shop quickly. I follow him, as he gets into our car I hop in the passenger seat and he asks me what is going on. He's almost yelling when that truck. Oh my god the truck.

I watch Quinn in the window walking out to our car just as Finn peels away from the curb. Her mouth opens and I see her break out into a run when I look forward and see the truck slam into the front of our car. They were driving so fast, in New York of all places. I remember feeling excruciating pain worse than the migraine I have now. I've been asleep. I wasn't watching Quinn sleep when she was in her car accident. I was dreaming, and while I was doing that Quinn was watching me. I'm awake now, and Finn.

I watch Quinn shift and I catch a glimpse behind her to see nothing besides a wall. That must mean that Finn is…

"Quinn."

"You're alright now." I close my eyes again and can hear another voice in the distance and shouting as I fall back asleep, Quinn's hand stroking mine.

Quinn

I sit with Santana and the others in the food court. I'm in shock; she opened her eyes, and spoke just two words. The doctors had pushed me out of the room when I had called for them. They were baffled and were doing something with her. I'm not very good with medical crap so I had no idea what was going on. Her fathers were upstairs and talking to them so they'd clue us in when they could. She's awake. It's still mind blowing, I'm pretty sure she's in pain but the doctors should hopefully change that. But she's still awake.

Vincent is going to have his Mommy back. I beam, she's awake. It's such a foreign thing to say even in my mind. Rachel is awake now and although she immediately went back to sleep she defied what the doctors said and opened her eyes. For me.

"How long have I been asleep Quinn?" She asks me and I hold Vincent steady on the bed. I don't know if she remembers him or not but he's been playing with her hospital apron string, and finds it absolutely amusing.

It's been days since she first opened her eyes and she is still weak and has to do exercises in her bed to strengthen her body, but her voice has gotten a little better. She can talk but it still comes out broken and hoarse, like she has been sick and is about to lose her voice.

"A while."

"Quinn, no one has been answering my questions and I trust you will." She says seriously and I watch her run her fingers down Vincent's silky brown locks.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I need to know how long I was asleep Quinn." I shut my eyes and let out a deep breath. I didn't want to respond to her questions because I didn't want to tell her she missed five months of Vincent's life and that her husband died. I didn't want to be the one to tell her this; I wish her parents would tell her. "Please Quinn."

"Alright, you were asleep for five months." I mumble the last couple of words and she frowns.

"What?"

"Five months." I say a little more clearly and I open my eyes to see her's watering and her sitting back on her bed. It's been shifted upright into a sitting position and she presses into the back of it. "I'm sorry."

"Well I have to tell you something very important Rachel." I hear Brittany declare and I roll my eyes.

"Go right ahead Brittany."

"Well my plans have been altered a bit because Santana cheated on me." She says a bit sadly. I give her a small smile to assure her Santana is fully paying the price for it and she beams back.

"What?" Rachel snaps and I push her back on the bed. She shoots the wall daggers and I'm sure she's pretending Santana is standing there. I'd have to inform her of what happened later when everyone is gone.

"Calm down you haven't heard the story yet." I say and she huffs.

"Quinn you aren't allowed to tell Santana okay?" Brittany says and I nod. She shifts to grab her purse and pulls something out.

"When Santana is redeemed, I'm going to give her this and I'm telling you because you're my best girlfriend, sorry Quinn but your Santana's." I look down to see an envelope. She opens it and I feel my eyebrows shoot sky high as she pulls out a necklace. It's an expensive gold chain and on the end of it is a ring. And not just any ring. It's a gold ring with red rubies and diamonds which I'm sure is supposed to be the Cheerios colors.

"I think Santana will love it Brittany." Rachel says grinning, her earlier irritation with Santana forgotten.

I left earlier so everyone else can have a chance to talk to her. I needed to take Vincent home for a nap anyway. Rachel sleeps off and on each day so everyone is coming in at different times to talk to her. Hiram had explained to me that although she is up she is still susceptible to dissimilar things. Like that her immune system is weak so she has to be careful of viruses and diseases. And she's going to have to go to physical therapy to regain her muscle but she isn't paralyzed.

"Mama Nandy." Vincent says pulling on my sock. I smile and give him another bite of the cold ice cream I had. It's melting now but still cool. He grins and some of it dribbles down his chin as he licks it from his lips.

"No more candy, all gone." I say picking him up and positioning him in front of his toys. He clutches one of his toys, the teddy bear and hurries back to me. He knows I'm lying and peeps at my bowl again. I sigh and give him another bite before pushing the bowl away on the desk where he can't see it. He pouts and walks away and I chuckle. My thoughts drift back to Rachel. How is this going to work? Will she just take him back after she gets better and is able to take care of him? Will she let me see him often? What will Vincent think of all of this?

I love him, I feel connected to him and although it's hard to take care of him and takes most of my free time up I still love him. I want to be there for him forever now; I don't want to become just another Aunt to him. Will he accept Rachel as his mother?

"Quinn we were wondering if we could ask you a question?" I crane my head to look at Hiram who is in my chair next to LeRoy. Rachel is sleeping now after doing her leg and arm exercises.

"Sure." I say and put down my book.

"Well we still have jobs whether we like them or not. Back in Lima and we're going to have to go back sooner or later. But Rachel isn't going to be able to live by herself until she can walk and at least be able to do simple things on her own. So we were wondering since you are her best friend, if you would move in with her until she can and that way she can be closer to Vincent too." I feel my jaw constrict as he looks at me expecting an answer now.

"I uh..." I start but I don't finish. Vincent is with Brittany now eating downstairs. I bite my lip like I usually do when I'm thinking or perplexed. I really want to be there for Rachel but there are a few problems with that. Before the accident I hadn't talked to her besides little chat when we'd bump into each other at a friend's house or she would call to ask if I could babysit Vincent. And even then that was scarce.

It had been awfully awkward between us and I'm sure once Rachel is out of the hospital that it will go back to being that way. We'll have to talk about what happened and what's going to happen. And sure I would have to do that even if I didn't help her but if I do move in with her that means it'll happen sooner. And I definitely don't want to have those conversations, ever really.

"What about Kurt?" I inquire and they frown.

"He's a boy Quinn. And Mercedes is living in L.A. And will most likely be leaving soon. Tina is taking care of her son and family. Brittany and Santana are having problems of their own. You're the most logical choice Quinn, you do have custody of her child and you guys are best friends." LeRoy says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't know Mr. Berry; I just don't think I would be able to take care of her and Vin Vin properly..."

" Nonsense, I don't think Rachel would appreciate a stranger coming into her home every day and helping her go to the bathroom." He says and I feel my eyes bug out of my head. Oh Jesus I have to get out of this, I cannot take care of Rachel's private needs and have those conversations with her.

"Umm maybe you should ask her..." I say and I see LeRoy's frown on his face and Hiram's disappointment as I lower my gaze to the magazine in my lap. I don't want to come off like I don't want to even though that's exactly what the problem is. In a way I do want to take care of her but not when we're having strained conversations and have things left unspoken.

"Why did you clearly say no to taking care of Rachel?" Kurt asks as he puts one leg over the other. I look out at the city moving beyond the glass of the hospital and slump my shoulders.

"I can't take care of her Kurt."

"Of course you can, Dylan will probably let you come in whenever you can to work and you know Puck will come over and help you pack all your things up. It isn't going to be that hard." He says and I grumble. "What's the real reason Quinn? Months ago you would have jumped at the chance to move in with her and help her." He says pushing my shoulder and I shy away from him.

"Because, we still have things to talk about that I don't want to and you know Rachel isn't going to ignore stuff like that." I tell him and he sighs dramatically.

"Of course, look I don't know what happened and I assure you I will find out but you should do it Quinn. It's better to get those things out of the way then bottle them up inside. I mean remember you used to bottle up your emotions for her and called her numerous names through high school. And now you guys are best friends, because you finally gave in." He says and I groan.

"I know it's just that it's an instinct for me to hold things in."

"I'm aware of that, which makes me say again, for you to do it. Take care of her and learn that holding things in only holds you guys back." He retorts.

I change Vincent's diaper on a towel I had set on the room floor. I place the old diaper into a paper bag and throw it away before putting his wipes and baby powder into his baby bag and helping him up. I place him next to Rachel who helps shift him on his lap and holds him. I think he's tired because he isn't talking too much and just wants to sit now. I take the towel and bunch it up before putting it into a plastic bag to wash later. Then I place his bag next to one of the guest chairs and sit down next to Rachel.

"Kurt told me you're a bit reluctant to move in with me." She states and I look over at her.

"It's nothing personal Rachel it's just-"

"I get it, you don't want to talk. I know you Quinn and I know you don't like to talk about things when you're not ready. So we won't I promise." She says and I watch her struggle to hold him up. I stand up a bit to place one of her pillows underneath her arm for leverage and she thanks me.

"I'm sorry, we will just not right now. I don't even know where to begin talking to you." I voice honestly and I watch her lean down toward Vin Vin. Her hair falls into his face but he pays it no mind as his eyes close and open numerous times before closing indefinitely. She looks back up and stares at me; I wonder what she's thinking. Her brown eyes are soft and her lips are parted.

"I don't know either, but I think right now I should just get better so I can at least help change Vincent's diapers. Then we can figure something out. Alright?" She asks and I move my head up and down slowly.

"Okay."

Longest chapter yet and Rachel has finally woken up. I was going to split this into two chapters but I decided not to because it just feels like one chapter.

Please if you will, review with constructive criticism and if you find some mistakes please oh please point them out so I may correct them. Also I'd love to hear all your thoughts about what has happened so far and what you think is going to happen.

Love to you all.