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Quinn had waited in her room for a few minutes. At first she really couldn't do anything other than stare at herself. She was just lying there, completely still. And everyone was wrong. It wasn't as though she was just sleeping. Even in sleep you never really stayed completely still, not moving at all. It made her angry, the state she was in. It actually pissed her off. She didn't understand it. Why was this happening to her?

Why did everything happen to her?

The door swinging open caused her to finally look away. Her mother was back. And with her was a fresh set of tears and, 'Quinnie, sweetie you have to wake up!' As well as, 'Quinnie, darling mommy's here for you.'

She had to get out.

So obviously she ended up in Santana's room. "Hey." She said, knocking this time.

The Latina stared at her a moment before saying, "Brittany's gone."

"I'm sorry." The blonde said before adding, "can I come in?"

"Of course." Santana sighed, "is it bad that I'm not sorry Brittany left?" She asked as Quinn made her way to her bed. "She is my girlfriend after all."

"No, I don't think it is."

"Why not?"

"You love her." Quinn said after a moment, "you're just overwhelmed with everything that's been going on, that's all."

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe, Santana…you love her."

"I'm going to school tomorrow." Santana said into the silence. "Maybe you should go, too."

"Why? I've already been."

"And you got nothing?"

"Only homework I haven't finished yet…God if I don't wake up soon I'm gonna have to repeat at least half this year!"

"Q, relax….It's only been like five days."

"Yeah, and look where I am!" Quinn spat pack. "Same place I was five days ago…nothing's changed. They've all said I'm not getting better. What the hell am I supposed to be doing?"

Santana only stared. She really couldn't think of anything to say.

"We should just give up. I'll go wander the world or something until I finally die and you won't ever see me again."

"That's not what I want."

It was a whisper. Really lower than a whisper actually, but Quinn could still hear it. It sounded broken and when she looked up she could see what looked like fear clouding her friend's eyes. "You cannot give up, Quinn." She said, her voice was soft, "please. We'll figure something out…Brittany said so."

"Yeah, and she's always right."

"Don't be like that. Come to school with me. Glee Club. We'll figure this out, I promise."

"And when we don't?"

"It won't come to that." Santana said before she laid down to sleep.

Quinn watched her for a moment before she said, "I'm really glad you're okay Santana…and I'm happy that you get to go home."

In return she felt Santana's hand slip into her own before she herself lay to sleep as well.


"Santana, honey!" The sound of Mr. Lopez's voice woke her up that next morning. She sat up in the bed as Santana came out from the bathroom. "Yes?" Her friend asked, she was putting in an earring.

"I guess you're ready then?" Her father smiled.

"Totally." The Latina nodded, "weird, but I never really thought I'd be excited to go to school." She gave Quinn a look before smiling at her dad. "Mom's taking me, right?"

"Yes, you're in no shape to drive."

"Understandable." Quinn said standing up.

Santana nodded turning to her father, "well, is she here yet?"

Mr. Lopez was getting a nurse to change the bedding as he nodded, "waiting in the lobby."

"Bet you're happy to see this room going to someone else."

"I am actually." Her father shrugged, "it wasn't easy knowing my little girl was here and she wasn't only visiting."

Santana gave him a soft smile as he hugged her, "don't think I'm going anywhere." She whispered before he pulled back. Santana shrugged at the look upon his face. "My best friend is only a few rooms over. I'm going to be in and out of this hospital constantly until she wakes up."

Her father studied her a moment as Quinn stepped over to the pair. "As long as you still get your schoolwork done and it doesn't completely take over."

"Quinn's more important than my schoolwork, papi."

"Honey-"

"San, I-"

"How is she?" The Latina interrupted ignoring the glare Quinn sent her way as she looked her father in the eye.

"The same." Mr. Lopez sighed, "we're doing all we can, but there's still no change."

"Well, you watch." Santana smiled, "there will be." She grabbed her jacket, which was resting on the back of a chair and slipped it on before saying, "and thanks for bringing in my clothes."

Her father said, "you're welcome." As she and Quinn walked down the hall. "That's not fair." Santana said looking at her friend once they were in the elevator. "You just woke up and your hair and clothes are perfect. Unfair."

"I always wake up perfect." Quinn replied flashing her best smile.

"That's an improvement from last night." Her friend smiled, "please, stay this way. I like this Quinn better."

Quinn was going to say she'd make no promises but she thought better of it. As the elevator sounded and the doors opened she followed her friend into the lobby where they met Santana's mother.

"Sanny!" Her mom practically leapt from the chair she had been sitting in, "I know I only just saw you yesterday, but you look so much better without that ridiculous gown." She reached up and brushed her fingers across the bandage on her daughter's cheek, examining the few scratches upon her face and frowning at the cast on her right hand, "my baby's broken."

"You're baby's fine." Santana replied with a small smile, "barely any damage."

"You have broken ribs."

"Only two." Santana frowned, "Quinn's got five. I have a broken hand, Quinn's got a broken wrist. A small bandage on my cheek and a few scratches on my face, Quinn's brain won't even let her wake up. I'm fine, she's not so don't worry about me. Worry about her."

Quinn watched Mrs. Lopez give a small nod before she said, "I'm guessing there's been no change?"

"Yeah." Santana nodded as she and her mother walked a few paces ahead of Quinn.

"I'm sorry honey. I know I should feel lucky that I have you here and awake and coming home. But you're my daughter and as much as you say you're okay it won't really be enough because I see you're broken hand and your bandages and it worries me to see you hurt. I'm your mother this is my duty."

"I know." Santana said softly, "so I guess I'm sorry."

"No." Her mother shook her head, "honey, there's no reason for you to apologize. Our thoughts are all with Quinn's family. Judy's been in there all night. She called me to pray with her at church last night."

"Really?"

"Yes." They stepped out and began the journey to Mrs. Lopez's vehicle. "Her and Russell were both there."

"Russell?"

"Quinn's father, mija."

"No, I know who he is…he actually came?" She shot a look to Quinn.

"Yes. He's been to see her, but only once. So has Frannie and her husband. They're all worried." Once they reached the car they all climbed in before Santana whispered, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry?" Her mother questioned but Santana ignored her.

"I don't know." Quinn finally spoke as Mrs. Lopez assumed she must've heard wrong, pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward the school. "I suppose maybe I didn't really believe it myself."

Santana turned to look at her. She kind of glared and for a moment Quinn felt a little bad for not saying anything, but the feeling didn't last as Santana's eyes softened before she turned away. "Thanks for grabbing my bag mom." She said referring to the bag in the backseat beside Quinn.

"You're welcome."


The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. Quinn didn't say anything because she didn't want Santana answering and looking crazy in front of her mother. And Santana didn't say anything because her mother hadn't said anything. When they reached the school, Santana said a quick thank you to her mother before she climbed out of the car and retrieved her bag. Quinn was already waiting outside by the time Santana was completely ready. While her mother drove away Santana looked at her friend, "I don't suppose you're gonna stay quiet this whole time?"

Quinn looked around, "do you really want people to think you're crazy and talking to yourself?"

"Right." Santana nodded, "cause we're at school now-with a ton of people-and yeah, okay…no."

Quinn laughed, "come on." She pointed toward the doors and walked with the Latina toward the school.

When the doors were pulled open and Santana stepped inside she was greeted with people stepping out of the way for her to walk through untouched, as though she had never been gone. A few people gasped, seeing her again, like they weren't entirely sure she was in fact alright. Quinn followed laughing at the sight of shock washing over a few faces. Santana looked around, trying to smile but all the staring kind of freaked her out so she just walked to her locker, "this is crazy." She said, "I haven't been gone that long." She looked at Quinn while she grabbed her history book. "Why are they all staring at me?"

"You're talking to yourself." Quinn laughed.

"Will you not do that!" Santana slammed her locker, her and Quinn both jumping at the sight of Coach Sylvester.

"Where did she come from?" Quinn asked looking around.

"Hey Coach?" Santana greeted, a small smile upon her lips.

Sue shocked them both with a smile as well as a regretful look, "Sandbags, I wanted to come and visit." She shrugged, "I just didn't really know what to say. "You and Quinn both are the best Cheerios I've ever had on my squad and I was really happy to hear that you were okay."

"T-thank you." Santana nodded.

"How is Quinn?" Sue asked.

Santana blinked a moment before she said, "I'm sure she'd love for you to visit."

Coach Sylvester nodded a moment before saying, "will I see you at practice?"

Santana waved her hand, "I can't do anything, it's broken."

"Nonetheless, I hope to see you there." She said before adding, "now get out of my face."

Santana nodded before joining Quinn in a walk down the hall. "That was weird." Quinn said, "She totally admitted to liking us…I never thought I'd hear Sue Sylvester say something so…caring."

"So it freaked you out, too?" Santana asked as they turned into the History room.

"Oh, yeah, totally."

"Santana!" Brittany leapt up from her chair, joined by Rachel, Mike, Finn and Puck who Quinn was glad to see was back in school.

"Hey," Santana greeted as Brittany flung her arms around her neck, "is she here?" the blonde whispered. Santana whispered, "right beside me." Back Brittany pulled away shooting the spaces beside Santana a look, showing Quinn that she knew she was here. "It's so good to see you all." Santana smiled hugging Finn, and Mike before looking at Rachel. "Surprisingly I missed you a lot."

Rachel rolled her eyes but she was smiling anyhow.

Santana said, "I'm gonna hug you now." She told her before pulling the short diva into her arms. Rachel hugged her back before Santana turned to Puck. "And you finally showed up."

"I figured I should stop skipping…I don't think it was helping much."

"It really wasn't." Quinn shook her head.

Santana hugged Puck before they all took their seats, Quinn sat in her own chair listening as Mrs. Doosenbury told Santana how happy she was to see her back in the classroom, before telling her she had a week to make up all the work she had missed. Quinn leaned forward resting her chin on her open palm watching the class drift into the usual silence while the teacher began teaching. Rachel seemed to be the only one actually listening. Finn kept looking up from his paper-which he had begun doodling on-to Quinn's empty chair. It felt weird for a few moments because Quinn could've swore a few times Finn's lingered on her a few moments longer than the other looks. Almost as though he could see her.

Almost as soon as it had started that class was over and Quinn was walking with Santana toward her next one. For the whole day they sat in classes together, Santana slowly sliding back into her normal school routine and Quinn sitting bored as hell as her teacher droned on about nothing. During third period Brittany kept slipping Santana notes as the teacher turned away. The first one was asking if anything had changed with Quinn. The second was asking how Quinn was feeling about all this. After that she was saying Lord Tubbington had a chat with her about what was going on saying that he would have a few answers soon.

"Are we really trusting a cat to figure out what I'm supposed to do?" Quinn whispered once Brittany had looked back toward the board to write the question down.

Santana shrugged as she copied it as well, "so far that's the best option we have, huh?"

Quinn nodded, "I guess. It just seems a lit-"

"Miss Lopez?" Santana looked up toward their teacher, shooting him a look. "Would you care to solve this problem for the class?"

Santana frowned, "I'm sorry, I haven't quite finished writing it down, yet."

"You liar, you've got the answer." Quinn told her as the teacher moved on to Jacob Ben Israel, asking him to answer it instead, and he reluctantly walked up to the board and began the problem. Santana turned to say something to Quinn, but stopped when another note slipped under her hand. When she opened it Quinn peeked over her shoulder reading Brittany's colorful handwriting. The note was asking if Santana had figured the answer out because she was completely lost. Santana ended up helping Brittany out before the bell rang for that class to end.


As Santana and Brittany headed for the lunch line Quinn sat at their usual table, joining Sam and Finn who were already seated. "Have you seen Quinn yet?" Finn wondered, picking up his hamburger and taking a bite. Sam looked at him a moment before saying he hadn't. Finn put his burger down, taking a quick drink of his milk. "Why not?"

"Stevie and Stacy don't want me too." He said. "They're scared and sometimes they want to see her and I ask them to come along…then they start freaking out and I end up not going." He took a drink of his own beverage before adding, "don't think I don't care."

"Never would." Quinn said.

Finn shrugged, "I just think she needs all the support she can get."

"She's getting it." Sam told him, "we all support her. Hell, man you know we all miss her."

"Miss who?" Kurt asked as he and Blaine joined them, they were followed closely by Rachel and Mike.

"Quinn." Sam said taking a bite of his own burger.

Quinn watched Rachel kiss Finn's cheek feeling a little tug at her heart as he held her hand on the table.

"Nothing's changed." Mike said, "Santana told us earlier."

"Sucks." Finn added.

Rachel nodded, "it's really upsetting, not only for Glee Club and what we're suffering because of the loss of both her and Santana but just in general. We all miss her." She then smiled softly, "we all need her, really." Quinn watched her a moment before turning to the seats Santana and Brittany were taking. Santana shot her a look from the opposite side of the table, before taking Brittany's hand as the dancer laid her head upon her shoulder.

"I'm glad you're back." She whispered.

"Me too, Britts." Santana smiled, her eyes still on Quinn who gave her a soft smile.

"It's so good to see you!" Kurt said moving from his seat over to Santana to hug her, "it feels like it's been a century!"

"Oh, I know."

"Bet the work is hell though?" Sam asked looking over, he and Santana had already had their welcome back hug along with Santana and Blaine who she had second period with.

"Yes." Santana agreed, "I've missed so much and I've only got a week to finish it all…I'm gonna be completely exhausted by the end of the week I'm not gonna want to come back again."

"But you'll have too." Brittany said, sitting up and taking a bite of a carrot on Santana's tray, "I've missed you, too much."

"Don't worry Britts, I'm back for good." Santana promised.

"Just wait until Glee Club." Rachel told her. "Everyone else is gonna be so excited that you're back. It'll take some of the misery away…sorry to say that I'm kind of counting on you to liven up the place a little." She shrugged taking a bite of what Quinn guessed was eggplant. Santana nodded assuring her that she was definitely going to bring some cheer, and try to get her friends out of this little funk she heard so much about.

After lunch ended Quinn walked up to the trashcan's with Santana and Brittany, "I'm gonna go outside." She said watching someone walk down the hall. Santana gave her a confused look but Quinn assured her she was fine and she'd meet back up with her soon. As she walked with Santana and Brittany until they turned to go to the gym she turned in the other direction. Running slightly to catch up to who she was trying to follow.

"You heard me." Quinn said catching up, "in the hospital…you had to have." She looked up as she walked with the boy outside, "I scared you, I know I did but…please, tell me you heard me?"

Finn didn't say anything he just continued his walk toward the football field. It must've been his free period. Quinn followed him out to the bleachers where he ended up taking a seat. Quietly she sat beside him a moment before looking toward the sky. "We used to sit out here together." She whispered, "freshman year, into sophomore year, before everything went to hell. We'd sit out here and stare at the clouds, pointing out different shapes, seeing who could be more creative."

"That one looks a little like a boat." Finn whispered.

Quinn glanced at him before looking toward the cloud he had his eye on, "it looks more like a dog to me." She cocked her head to the side trying to view it like a boat. It just didn't click with her.

"It's got a mass." Finn said, "and there's no tail, it can't be a dog."

Quinn's head snapped toward him, her eyes wide, "what'd you just say?"

Finn's brow was creased, almost as if he didn't understand what was going on. He looked around a moment before whispering, "who said that?" His eyes danced around the whole of the football field before he said, "I thought I heard her." He shook his head, "I-I thought-"

"I'm right here." Quinn told him, "Finn, you heard me…you heard me. I said it looked like a dog!" She watched him lean back shaking his head with a nervous laugh.

"God, I'm going crazy."

"No!" She leapt up, "you're not, I'm here! You heard me…please, Finn, please?" She was crying now. It hurt, it actually physically hurt. How had he heard her one moment but now he couldn't at all? "I just want you to see me." She whispered. "Please, Finn, I'm right here."

But again she was met with nothing.


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