A/N: HOLY BATMAN! It's been too long! I'm so sorry for the wait guys! My life has been cray cray and I've been stuck on this for like ever! Anyway, I hope you can forgive me? :) Enjoy and don't forget to review!
It was in the early morning when Rachel felt somebody lightly tap her shoulder awake. The brunette groaned awake and then remembered where she was and jolted up. "Quinn? Is Quinn okay?" The girl asked in frenzy.
Russell squatted down so he was eye level with his second daughter. He placed a soft hand on her cheek and smoothed out her worried wrinkles. "She's okay. Surgery went well, and she can go home tomorrow." Running a hand through his blonde hair, he steadied himself for what was to come next. "The accident had caused Quinn to have a miscarriage." Rachel felt tears well up in her eyes at the news. "Rachel, I know you and Quinn have had some problems lately, but now she's going to need you more than ever. I know my daughter can be a handful sometimes and when she's scared she pushes those around her away, but she never once stopped loving you. Why don't you go pay her a visit?"
Nodding, Rachel swallowed back her tears and rose to her feet then turned back to look at the older Fabray. "Is-I mean, will she be okay?"
"With you I think she will be." Rachel gave a small smile and then made her way down the hallway.
When she approached Quinn's room, she peered through the window and saw the blonde sitting up staring out the room's window with an emotionless expression. Taking a breath she opened the door and entered. Quinn's ivory skin was decorated with cuts and bruises, her right wrist bandaged from a fracture, and her left leg lifted from the bed completely casted from her surgery. As Rachel stood there by the door she studied the look in Quinn's green eyes and what she saw near broke her heart; she looked so lost. And in that moment, Rachel wished she could take all of Quinn's burdens off of her.
Quinn could feel Rachel's presence behind her. She couldn't even look at her, she didn't want to see the anger in her eyes; she felt bad enough as it was. She should've seen that truck, she should've reacted sooner. She shouldn't have let Rachel accompany her to the hospital in the first place; if she didn't then Rachel wouldn't have gotten hurt and she wouldn't be in this position. And now, Rachel probably hated her.
Staring out the window, Quinn tried to picture a life where she and Rachel had stayed together while growing up instead of having been forced apart. She pictured them lying in the grass at the park just talking and being themselves all through the day until night would come and they'd cuddle up and look at the stars. She pictured them holding hands in the hallways, stealing kisses outside of the classrooms or by their lockers, singing duets together in Glee club that were only love songs and nothing else, sneaking in and out of each other's homes in the middle of the night while the rest of the house was fast asleep just to cuddle beneath the warm covers and fall asleep safely in the other's arms, having to wake up early and run back home before their parents realized they were missing; she pictured it all. And yet, this was the reality she was forced to live in and she hated it.
She hated her mother for divorcing her father and then taking her away from Rachel and her father. She hated that her mother had died and she was forced to return to Lima and see the life she had left behind forgotten. She hated putting up a false persona at school just to get people to like her. She hated all of it, but not Rachel, never Rachel. She tried to when she came back; to push her away, to get Rachel to hate her for what she's done. But it never worked. The singer just seemed to want to love her more; to take care of her and protect her from the awful world the blonde was forced into.
"Just tell me, Rachel. I know you know so please just tell me."
"I'm so sorry, Quinn." Rachel's voice full of concern and regret rang in Quinn's ears. "It seems the accident caused the baby to miscarry…I'm so sorry."
Turning to face the brunette, Quinn's exhausted eyes landed on Rachel's casted arm and the cut on her forehead. Tears slipped out of their homes and casted their way down her cheeks. "Please, don't. It's my fault. My baby is dead because I wasn't paying attention. If I was then maybe I could have avoided that car, and this all wouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let you accompany me to the hospital. But I did and now you're hurt. You wouldn't have been hurt if you hadn't been in that car with me."
"Stop it; it wasn't your fault, Quinn. That man ran the red light and we're both all right, so please don't blame yourself for-"
"It is my fault Rachel! All this is my fault! It's my fault my parents got divorced, it's my fault my baby is dead, and it's my fault that we're not even friends anymore. It's my fault that I even had to come to the hospital anyway. This is my fault, and now God is punishing me for everything I've ever done wrong in my life. And you should hate me for putting you through this as well. God, I do, and so should you! But now you're just standing looking at me like that. Please stop… Just please, Rachel… Stop." Sobs began to wrack her body as she stared the brunette before her.
Rachel didn't hesitate in walking over to the bed and taking the blonde into her arms. Quinn fisted the front of Rachel's shirt with her good hand and sobbed openly into the smaller girl's shoulder. Rachel ran her fingers through the cheerleader's hand, offering the comfort the taller girl sought, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "I've got you, Quinn, I got you. Shh, it's okay. It's all going to be okay." Rachel squeezed the girl tighter letting her know that she wasn't going to go anywhere.
Quinn continued to cry until she eventually fell asleep in her arms and Rachel didn't quite have the heart to release her hold on the girl, so she maneuvered their bodies so they were both lying on the small hospital bed. Quinn fast asleep on Rachel and her bangs in her face. Brushing the hair out of Quinn's face, Rachel smiled softly down her. She looked so small and fragile lying in her arms sleeping peacefully, almost as if nothing bad has ever happened to her… to them.
This was how it was always supposed to be, after all: Quinn passing out in her arms after a long day of school, or practice, and Rachel holding her close as she took a nap. But it wasn't the school day or the Cheerios practice that exhausted her. No, it was a car crash. A car crash where she broke her leg in three different places and had to have the bones screwed together so they could heal properly. A car crash where she lost her unborn child that she didn't even fully know existed. A car crash that could've killed both of them, but didn't. And between the pain medication, and the emotional turmoil, Quinn was exhausted and nothing compared to having Rachel Berry as her personal pillow.
A/N: Thoughts? Review! :)
A/N 2: Also, no I never intended to have Quinn be pregnant in this story, I just wanted to add to the drama and throw in some plot factors from good ol' season 1! Please don't hate me! More faberry goodness will be on the way, hopefully soon!