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Quinn

I was struggling. Who knew operating crutches could be so difficult? Well no normal injured person was also trying to dance and sing at the same time. Not to mention having no control over when I would travel. It was all weighing so heavily on me that I found myself getting two maybe three hours tops of sleep at night. This did not make me a very pleasant person, with Rachel receiving the blunt of my stress.

And still she stuck by my side.

Like every other morning I made an attempt to load my book bag with my daily necessities. I was getting pretty good at balancing it all, but my confidence boost came crashing down with the rest of my books. I looked at the ground and the mess at my feet. As I was trying to come up with a way to pick it all up, a pair of small hands began doing the work for me. She met my eyes with a smile.

"Good morning Quinn." I couldn't help myself from smiling back at her.

"Thanks Rachel."

I handed my bag to her to fill it up but instead she piled the books into her arms. We walked quietly to my first period class. To be honest I didn't know what to say. We had been going through the ringer lately after being outed to the glee club and my leg. It was taking its toll on both of us but seeing her stick by my side through it all was enough to convince me to hang in there as well.

For the first time I didn't care if the hallway was empty, I stopped and kissed her. I could feel the hesitation on her lips but it was quickly blown away by the want to kiss me back.

Rachel

Kissing Quinn was something I would never be able to get enough of. Call it cliche or whatever you want, but I felt fireworks once her lips hit mine. And I knew I would be feeling them for years to come. I smiled into the kiss and opened me eyes to see her eye brows risen.

"What are you thinking about?"

"To be honest, I was thinking about how I'm going to be able to kiss you and feel like this for the rest of my life."

I could see the tears in her eyes and began to feel my own fall. It was an amazing feeling to find your soulmate at such a young age. Sure it was scary but at the same time it was perfect. Everything in my life finally felt solid and I was sure that Quinn was feeling, or was at least starting to feel the same way. Any doubt I had of her commitment to me flew out the window in the next five seconds. I saw her hesitate for a second and then heard it.

"I love you Rachel."

It took me a moment to realize if I had heard her right. I knew she loved me but hearing her say it for the first time blew me away. It took everything I had in me to not jump on her and kiss her senseless. My pause brought a look of terror in her eyes so I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, whispering, "I love you forever and always Quinn Fabray."

#$%#$%#$%

I heard the fall before I saw it. Quickly I turned around and saw Quinn on the ground. Santana was already helping her up but I made my way to her. The doctors had moved her over to a walking cast so she didn't have to use crutches anymore. It was easier for her to get around but by no means was she ready for the extensive dance moves that Mr. Schue was trying to get us to coordinate.

"Maybe you should take a break Quinn," I heard Santana trying to talk some sense into her but Quinn shook her head. As I approached I saw the intense expression soften.

"I'm okay Rachel."

"I know sweetheart, but I think Santana is right."

Quinn didn't fight us anymore and limped her way to sit in the audience. I hated seeing her in such a state, but there was really nothing I could do about it. I spent the rest of the practice trying to figure out ways for Quinn to have an easier time dancing. It wasn't until Artie rolled by me that it hit me.

A wheelchair.

Quickly I found Mr. Schue and explained to him my idea. He agreed that it was the best possible solution to Quinn's dilemma. I found her after practice and did my best at convincing her to try dancing in the chair.

"I don't know Rachel. Sectionals is next weekend and dancing in a wheelchair is a lot harder than with your own legs."

"It may be a lot of work, but I know how much you are dying to do something. And I already talked to Artie. He is more than willing to help you learn the choreography."

I saw her thinking it over and crossed my fingers, waiting for her response. She looked at me and gave me a soft smile, "You're crazy but I'll give it a go." Excitedly I jumped into her arms, squealing. Her laughter was enough to let me know that it was all going to work out.

Quinn

After six days of practice and working parts of my body that I didn't think could move, I was ready. I'll admit that at first I thought Rachel was absolutely insane with this whole idea, but by Friday night I was dancing better than Finn. Not like that's saying much, but I had made progress.

We all sat in the green room, waiting for our turn and I could feel my nerves getting the best of me. I had spent all week practicing that I never once accounted for traveling while performing. My stomach did a somersault as the idea hit me.

"Quinn is everything okay?" Santana came over to me after seeing my face pale. I motioned for her to roll me into the hallway to have some privacy.

"What if I-I travel?" The thought seemed to be resonating with her for the first time as well but she seemed to be holding the concern more so than I had. "Remember at nationals with Cheerios you had the same scare and nothing happened? Do what you did then. Keep yourself calm and collected."

I nodded and gave her a hug. As much as Rachel was my person, Santana was still a lot of the times my rock. When I rolled back into the room Rachel looked concerned but I waved her off, letting her go back to rehearsing. She would be starting us off today with a solo performance and I had no intention of ruining that for her.

The lights flashed and we moved to take our places backstage. "Quinn wait!" I turned around and saw Rachel. She would be entering from the back of the auditorium so this was our last chance to talk. When I rolled to her she sat on my lap.

"Break a leg, or uh well you know." I laughed at the irony and gave her a kiss.

"I love you Rachel and I know the audience will too."

#$%#$%#$%

Hearing Rachel sing would always be one of my favorite things, but sometimes she had me convinced I was listening to some famous broadway singer. As I sat listening to her sing the opening lines of 'Don't Rain on my Parade' I was convinced I would be met with a young Barbra Streisand after I took my place on stage.

The rest of the performance went better than any of us could have imagine. Especially for me because not only did I pull off dancing in a wheelchair, I also managed to stay in this time period. It was an invigorating experience knowing that I could somewhat control my travels.

We all regrouped in the green room and I was met with a soft kiss from Rachel. Even if we didn't win today I had all I could ever want in my life. Almost as soon as we had settled, we were being ushered back on stage for the awards. I took Rachel's hand in my own as the judges announced the winner. I could feel her squeezing with everything she had. I closed my eyes and awaited the results.

"First place goes to…THE NEW DIRECTIONS!"

The group exploded with cheers and hugs. I could feel myself being pushed around the stage, until I couldn't feel anything at all. Frantically I tore away from the group and quickly rolled myself offstage. Deep breathing and everything else failed to work in that moment as I felt myself being thrown into another reality.

My cast didn't come with me in the travel. This was going to be great to explain to the doctor. I limped my way through an open door and miraculously found myself inside the back room of a clothing store. Sometimes I got lucky like that.

I put on the first things I saw and limped back outside. I took in my surroundings and saw that we were close to a subway. This wouldn't be a bad deal, riding around in a train until I went back to the present. I hobbled past the attendant and took a seat. I could feel a couple people staring at me, probably assuming I was some bum or prostitute. Trying not to laugh I got comfortable in my seat. A couple more people got on the train and it became crowded. I saw a pregnant woman standing a couple people in front of me and offered her my seat.

"Oh thank you so much," she said collapsing into the chair. I gave her a smile and reached up to hold the handle. Her smile was warm and familiar. I looked at her once more and was lurched forward by an abrupt stop of the train. I felt her arms trying to steady me and I shuddered at the sensation.

"M-may I ask what your name is?" She looked at me curiously but answered, "It's Judy, what's yours?"

My throat went dry. I was standing in front of my mother for the first time in my life. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes but fought them away.

"I-It's Quinn," I saw her face light up. "I love that name!" She rubbed her stomach and continued, "I'm actually considering naming my daughter that." I smiled back because it was all I could do in that moment. She continued talking to me and I did my best to develop coherent answers. The train began to slow down and I saw her getting up.

"Well here's my stop. It was nice talking with you." I nodded and watched her exit the doorway. Before it had a chance to start up I was out on the platform embracing the pregnant woman. I could tell that I had caught her off guard but she returned the gesture. Without another word, I turned and walked away.

It wasn't long before I was pulled back to the present.

Rachel

The second I saw Quinn roll off the stage I knew there was going to be a problem. Quickly I alerted Santana of her absence and we followed her pathway only to find an empty chair, cast, and pile of clothes. I looked at Santana and almost fell apart. Quinn was somewhere alone in this vulnerable state and there was no way for me to help her. The rest of the team made their way off stage too caught up in excitement to notice Quinn's absence or our anxiety.

We waited for five and then ten and then twenty minutes, but she had yet to return. Santana ran off to tell Mr. Schue that Quinn was throwing up in the bathroom so he could prevent the bus from leaving without us. Close to an hour had passed and there was still no sign of Quinn. The clean up crew had begun tearing down the stage and were getting anxious with our presence. Santana couldn't stop herself from pacing and on her tenth round she tripped over a trembling body.

"Quinn!"

The girl was unresponsive because her body was being wracked with sobs. Quickly we covered her up and wheeled her into the nearest bathroom. Santana helped me dress her as well as get her to calm down. Eventually she stopped crying but wouldn't say anything to either of us. I figured I wouldn't push the limit and took her out to the bus. As soon as we sat down Quinn laid her head in my lap. I knew not to ask until she was ready so I spent the entire ride home running my hands through her hair and softly singing to her.

#$%#$%#$%

When we got to her house Quinn still had yet to utter a word. I cut the ignition and went to open the door before she placed a hand on my arm.

"I-I saw my mom."

Quickly I nodded, "Haven't you seen her before, in past travels?"

"No-well I mean yes, but this time I talked to her. For the first time in my life I got to hug her." I watched Quinn relive the moment in her mind and saw her smile. "It was amazing."

She turned and looked at me, "I'm so sad that she will never get to meet you.