Quinn walked up to the reception desk at the hospital and waited her turn. The woman in front of her was having an in depth conversation about what seemed to her son's broken wrist. "I just don't understand why he is still here. It's been hours!" she was saying in a rather angry tone.

"Ma'am, with respect, the doctor wants him to stay overnight for observation. It's a complicated break"

"I don't care about that!" the woman shouted and at this point Quinn was starting to get slightly irritated. She wasn't usually an impatient person but it had been a long day and this woman was being slightly ridiculous.

Quinn waited for another minute or so while the argument continued in front of her but in the end she had had enough. "Excuse me" she began whilst tactfully edging her away past the fuming woman. Quinn placed her hands on the counter and began to speak to the receptionist.

"Sorry but could you tell me where Sam Evans' room is please?" For this, Quinn got a very irritated look from the woman. Looking relieved to have someone else to deal with, the receptionist happily talked to Quinn, getting her to fill out a form and leading her to a room down the corridor.

Just as they were coming to the room in question, the receptionist said, "Sorry about the wait sweetheart. It's just through here."

Quinn thanked her and as she slowly opened the door and peeked her head around it the receptionist walked off down the hallway; her shoes clicking on the white lino. Quinn walked into the bland room and shut the door behind her before walking over to Sam who was smiling at her.

"Sam. How is it, how are you?" she said, concern echoing in her delicate voice.

Sam let out a small, slightly forced, chuckle. "I'll be fine. Only a broken nose" he was sat on the edge of the white sheeted bed with his nose looking very swollen. "They say I can't go home until my mom comes or something stupid like that but she's at some job interview so here I am..."

Quinn nodded whilst sitting down beside him on the bed and they sat in silence for a few moments. It was she who broke the stillness of the air in the room. "Sam, why were you two fighting? I'm going to take a guess and say that Puck started it seeing as you're the one in hospital but why? I don't understand"

Sam was quiet for a minute or so and then he looked Quinn in the eye. He was distracted for a moment because it had been a while since he had done that; really looked into her eyes and he was reminded of how beautiful they really were. It was also in that moment that he realised how much he missed her and how much he wanted things to back to normal with her. Sam sighed and said, "Puck told me about Beth. About how they asked you if you wanted her back and all that-"

"So wait, you started the fight?" Quinn asked, confused now.

"Quinn, why didn't you tell me about Beth?"

"So you did start the fight?"

"Don't worry about that. Why didn't-" he was saying but was cut off by a frustrated Quinn.

"Oh I'm worrying about it. So you did start it. You punched him and he was only defending himself. I can't believe you" she looked at him for a moment and when he didn't reply she got frustrated. She let out a small laugh and shook her head, "This is ridiculous."

Just as she said this they both heard the door open. They looked up to see it was Puck who had walked in. Sam began muttering under his breath, seemingly very irritated by this other boy's presence. Puck seemed to have nothing on his skin indicating he was even in a fight; no bruises, nothing. Quinn was about to question why he was even here but she decided to drop it because she didn't have the energy to even care anymore.

Instead she just came out with what she really wanted to know. "Okay, who started this stupid fight?" However, she got no response from either of them. Quinn stood up and looked at both of them. "Will one of you just tell me what happened?" she said, her voice getting more and more frustrated as time went on.

Seeing that Quinn was getting very troubled over it, Sam decided to answer. "It was Puck. He just came and attacked me because... I don't even know wh-"

"That' bull!" Puck shouted, "He started sucker punching me after I told him... Urgh! This isn't fair, it wasn't me!"

Now Quinn was really confused. Everything going on in her mind was already messed up but they were just making it so much worse. She lent her head back and sighed an angry sigh. Sam, who desperately wanted to get Quinn back, decided his best way forward was to just tell the truth.

"Yes, okay," he began, "I threw the first punch. But it's not like he wouldn't have done pretty so-"

"Stop, just stop" she said, holding her hand up to him. She knew she had them both under her control now; neither one of them wanted to do anything to upset her anymore, she could tell by the way they were acting so quietly and innocently. She then turned her attention to Puck.

"Puck. What did you do? Did you say something to make him punch you?"

"I swear Quinn; I swear I didn't know you hadn't told him about… about Beth. I wouldn't have said anything if I hadn't have thought you'd told him, I just assumed" he said and he looked to the ground at the end of the sentence.

Quinn didn't say anything. She couldn't believe how childish they were both acting but most of all she was angry because she loved them both and they tried to hurt each other. She was just about ready to say goodbye and leave when Puck said something that really did not help the situation at all.

"I was asking Sam whether he knew whether you'd made up your mind. Have you? About Beth, I mean?"

Quinn could not believe what she was hearing. She could not believe he was actually asking her this now. "I cannot deal with this right now!" she shouted, clenching her fists.

Apparently Puck didn't know when to drop a subject because he continued, "Y'know I'm just saying 'cause you need to make your mind up soon" he said, in a matter of fact way.

"Back off. She's not your girl" Sam intruded wanting to look like the good guy in Quinn's eyes and reminding the room he was very much there.

Just then Quinn lost it. "I'm not anybodies girl!" she screamed prior to shoving past Puck and running out of the room. As she ran down the corridor and through the parking lot and into her car all her anger, her confusion, her frustration, her sadness, her disappointment ran ruthlessly down her face in her tears. And this time she didn't feel the tears coming to an end.

An hour or so later, Quinn found herself staring at the Berry's house just as she had a couple of weeks before. But this time she wasn't scared about what greeting she would get at the door and she hadn't come on a mission. This time she was just looking for comfort from a good friend. Although Quinn now knew Rachel's dads quite well, she didn't want them so see her upset so, just as a precaution in case they opened the door, she wiped the tears from her face and took in a big, but shaky, breath and knocked on the door.

Subsequent to her knock she heard somebody coming to the door and then she heard her friend's voice. "Who's there?" she asked, making sure she wasn't opening the door to some stranger.

"It's just Quinn, Rach" Quinn replied.

Quinn then heard the latch on the door being unlocked, then the keys jangling as she unbolted it and finally the door opened. "Hi Quinn, can I get your opinion on… Quinn what's wrong?" she asked, her voice going from its usual tone to a more concerned one as she saw how sad the blonde in front of her looked. This triggered them again; the tears that is. They had only paused momentarily and now one slid down Quinn's cheek only as a warning for the ones that immediately followed.

Rachel grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house. And without a second thought, Rachel pulled Quinn into a hug and let her cry on her shoulder. "What happened?" she asked after a while and once Quinn had calmed down just slightly she told Rachel everything; what happened in the hospital, what triggered it and everything that was going on in her head.

While Quinn was talking they had made it into the living room and were sat on Rachel's couch. When she finished saying everything Quinn said, "What do you think I should do Rach? Do I say yes to get Beth back or no?"

Rachel seemed to consider this for a moment and then she replied. "I can't answer that one for you. But forget about Sam, forget about Puck, forget about your mom, what do you want, Quinn?"

It was in that moment that Quinn knew exactly what she wanted. She had made up her mind. And because Rachel was the only person in her life that was helping her with anything right now, she leant over and hugged Rachel; a thank you for their friendship.

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