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Rachel moaned as her eyes groggily opened to reveal a pristine white ceiling and her Dads hovering anxiously above her.

"Rachel?" asked her dads simultaneously

"What happened?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she attempted to sit up. She was overcome with the feeling of exhaustion and weakness and so decided against it and rather used the electric bed buttons to lift her head. She spotted Quinn behind her Dads and smiled but felt a pang of something, jelousy maybe?

"You collapsed sweetie," said Leeroy, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly as her expression changed into one of total horror.

"What? Why? The last thing I remember..." she trailed off as the confrontation with Santana came back to her and she looked at Quinn accusingly. The blonde shrunk back, guilt etched upon her face.

"The doctor's just trying to find out now, but they suspect there was some bleeding to the brain they didn't notcie before. It was probably when you smacked your head on the dashboard," informed Hiram, shooting an annoyed glare at Quinn who was now in the far corner of the room, her head in her hands and not looking at anyone.

"Oh, okay," stammered Rachel as she tried to process this information, "Umm daddy, do you mind if I talk to Quinn alone please?"

"Of course not," said Leeroy, glaring at Hiram when he went to speak. He took his hand and they went to pick up some food from McDonalds for Rachel as they were not going to let their daughter eat crappy hospital food.

"Quinn," breathed Rachel, the blonde's head snapped up and she strode to the girl's side, taking her hand.

"Yes Rachel?" she sqeaked.

"What happened with Brittany?" the brunette asked, her brown orbs tainted with sorrow, hurt and confusion.

Quinn sighed and looked at the floor, "When you were home, do you remember the party I told you about," Rachel nodded and so she continued, "Well there was some alcohol, and I just missed you so much," a tear escaped her hazel eye before she stiffened her back, "but I will not make excuses for myself so if you want me to leave, I will."

"No, wait. You can make it up to me," she whispered hoarsely.

"Anything," said Quinn, a desperate look in her eyes.

"If you really love me, you'll stay with me. You'll love me and you'll look after me," Quinn nodded eagerly, "You have a duty to look after me, whatever's wrong with me. Just promise you will stay with me, whatever it is."

"I promise."

"Good."

"So," started Quinn, "Does this mean we're dating?"

Rachel managed a small smile, "Yes."

"And I can tell everyone at school?"

"Yes," the petite brunette rolled her eyes, trust Quinn to want to brag about dating her. Their faces were close now, their lips about an inch away from each other's. Rachel could taste the blonde's breath on her own and the diva instantly thought of green apples. Quinn bit her lip, leaning her head towards ther pale and sickly looking brunette but Quinn didn't care. She loved Rachel with all her heart, it emenated from every cell in her body.

A cough from the far side of the rooms made the girls jump as they realised they were not alone. They sprang apart quickly, their cheeks flushing from not just the embaressment of being caught so close, but caught by Rachel's dads and a doctor!

"Daddy? What's wrong?" croaked Rachel as she saw tears streaming down both of her father's faces. Leeroy let out a choked sob before resting his face in Hiram's shoulder. Quinn took one look at the scene and held her girl's hand.

"Rachel," started the doctor, a pitiful look on his face, "We found some bleeding in your brain."

"Oh god no," breathed Quinn.

"Wait, let me finish. We found a small bleed in your brain but it's completely fixable and after a small amount of treatment the problem should go away."

"Then what's the problem then?" asked Quinn, one eyebrow raised. If that wasn't the problem that was making her dads cry so much, what was it? She gulped, oh god. It had to be bad.

Dr. Cohen cleared his throat, "after doing an MRI and a CAT scan, we have found a tumour in her brain," he paused as Rachel wailed loudly.

"A tumour?"

"Yes. We have identified it as a grade III glioma. It's an aggresive form of brain cancer."

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