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Here is the newest Quinn chapter written my random-gleekV

Quinn's POV

I had an issue. Well, several actually. One, my wheelchair was driving me nuts. Moving around is so hard and my arms are so dead by the time the day ends. Even doing simple things like getting a stupid bowl so I can eat stupid breakfast becomes such an impossible task. I mean, I'm not a baby and yet, my mom has to help me make breakfast. But on the plus side, I'm getting a bit of feeling back in my legs. Just a bit.

My next issue is Artie. Well, that's not really an issue. It's more like a fact. We've grown closer now that we're both in wheelchairs. And he's a nice guy too. I always looked down on him for being a nerd and a cripple. But he's actually a sweet guy with a great sense of humor. I really regret being the mean cheerleader I was because I'd still look down on people like Artie.

I guess things like my crash happen for a reason so I can see the fault of my old ways and change. God has a funny way of doing that I suppose.

My last, and maybe my most important issue, is Joe. My head is swimming with thoughts. I'm so confused. I mean, Joe Hart is my best friend. I know it's been only a few weeks, but I can safely say he is my best friend...right? And just when I think we're friends and it's all okay and maybe my life isn't falling to a million little pieces, Joe goes and sings that song for his audition. And at first, I thought it was just a song. Like a random song that works best with his voice. I mean, people can sing songs they don't mean just because it showcases their voice best. But then I noticed how he kept discreetly staring at me, as if he wasn't trying to but at the same time, was trying to. And the song was actually so beautiful and he did a good job with it too. I actually started to cry. I hope he didn't notice. And now that I think about it, he has been totally dropping hints too. Like in the hallway today when he said I was the prettiest girl in the school. He may have just been trying to make me feel better about my situation and the fact that I was being totally self conscience, but a dude just doesn't say that to a girl unless he means it. What am I going to do? I'll admit it, he is cute and I do maybe have a little crush on him, but there's too much on the line to do anything about it. We eat family dinners together like every week. That'd be so awkward if we date. And most importantly, I don't want to lose our friendship if something goes wrong. I'm not the type to think that we'll be together forever and get married and all that jazz because I know the truth. Most high school relationships won't last. And in a few months, I'll be at Yale. And where will Joe be? Lima. No, it's official. I'll keep my petty crush quiet for now. Who knows, maybe it's all just in my head?

"Bye Quinnie!" My mother shouted as she was about to leave the house.

"Wait, mom!" I yelled. "I need help!"

I heard my mom sigh as she kicked off her shoes but I clearly wasn't supposed to hear it because when she came into the kitchen, she had a smile that looked a bit too forced.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I need a plastic bag for my sandwich" I said, pointing to the cheese and ham sandwich I had just made. "And I can't reach them."

My mom nodded and opened the cupboard door and pulled out the box of plastic bags. She handed me one and then replaced the box and shut the cupboard door.

"Thanks" I said and put my sandwich in the bag and sealed it.

"Why don't you just buy your lunch?" My mom asked, looking at the juice box I had set out to take to school.

"Because today is Thursday" I said. "And Thursday is mac and cheese day in the caf. And since we got the new lunch ladies, the macaroni has been chewy and the cheese tastes like plastic."

"Gross" my mom laughed. She bent down and kissed my forehead. "I'm going now, okay?"

"Okay, see you" I said. My mom left. I looked at the clock. I had fifteen minutes before Joe would be over to pick me up. And I still needed to eat breakfast.

I took another slice of bread and put it in the toaster. I waited for a few minutes and then it popped and the room smelled like toast. I grabbed my plate and wheeled across the kitchen to the counter where the toaster was. I set my plate on my lap and reached up to take my toast slice out. The toaster was a bit too high up so I was sorta feeling my way around.

"Shoot!" I yelled to myself as my hand hit a hot piece of metal. My two fingers were red and hurt like heck. Tears welled in my eyes and I quickly wheeled to the sink. It was a bit of a reach, but I managed to get my throbbing fingers under cold water. When the pain was lessened, I turned off the tap and wrapped my fingers in paper towel. Now my hand was hard to use, but I had to go. I got my toast, without burning myself, and spread some jam on it as best I could with my left hand. I was right handed so it was that much harder but I managed to get most of the jam on my toast.

Somehow, the fact that my right hand both my legs weren't able to function was amusing, as I found myself awkwardly chuckling to no one. I looked at the clock. Seven minutes. I ate half my toast and then turned to get something to drink. Darn, I couldn't reach a glass. I wheeled to the counter and reached up as high as I could. I managed to get the cupboard door open but that was as far as possible. So I did what I had to do. I grabbed my mom's soup ladle and used that to hit some plastic cups down. It worked. Three blue glasses came tumbling down and I managed to catch one. The other two fell on the floor and out of my reach. I went to the fridge and opened it. I had to wheel back and forth to do so, but at least I could reach stuff inside. I reached up and grabbed the milk jug. I set it in my lap and held it with my right hand. I wheel back and shut the fridge door. I almost hit my head as I did so. As I dodged to avoid a head injury, the milk jug in my lap shook. I reached out my hand to grab it before I fell, but it was my burnt hand so I couldn't get a grasp on it. The milk went tumbling down landed on the floor, splashing and spilling everywhere.

I groaned and a million swear words went through my mind. The worst part was that I couldn't clean it up because I couldn't reach it. I took the roll of paper towel and ripped off pieces that I dropped on the floor to sop up the milky mess. It was all I could do. And I began to cry. It wasn't fair. I was helpless and tired and just plain mad at the world. Tears rolled down my face and I just slumped in my wheel chair. I was a mess.

The doorbell rang and the sound echoed in the house. Darn, that meant that Joe was here. I didn't move. I was a teary mess in the middle of a breakfast explosion. I stayed silent and hoped he'd leave. He rang the doorbell again. And again and again. Finally, I heard the doorknob turn and Joe slowly open the door.

"Quinn?" He asked slowly. I could hear the concern and worry in his voice. "Quinn?"

"Go away!" I yelled. It was worth a shot. My voice was raspy and angry. I was in a rage.

"Quinn? Where are you?" Joe asked, shutting the front door behind him as he came in.

"I said go away! I'm not going to school so just go!" I yelled as more tears rolled down my face. I guess Joe followed the sound of my voice down the hall because when I blinked away the tears, I saw Joe standing the entrance of the kitchen.

"What part of go away don't you get?" I growled, partly ashamed of the mess he viewed.

"Woah... What happened?" Joe asked, ignoring my words and seeing the spilled milk. Then he saw me crying. "What's wrong?"

"J-just go away" I said, not wanting to be interrogated by him.

"Quinn" he said, stepping over the spill to squat down in front of me.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't face him.

"Why are you crying?" He asked. I opened one eye and saw him glance down at the milky mess. "You can't cry over spilled milk, you know."

I smiled a bit. "I think I'll skip out on school today" I mumbled.

"Nice try" Joe smirked. "Now tell me why it looks like you wrestled with your breakfast."

Again, I cracked a small smile. I held up my poorly bandaged hand. "I burnt my hand trying to get my toast, which I had trouble putting jam on. Then I dropped the cups because I couldn't reach them up there and then when I was getting milk I almost hit my head with the fridge door and when I swerved to dodge it, the milk spilled and I couldn't clean it so I just dropped paper towel down. And I just got so frustrated because I can't do anything by myself anymore."

Joe was holding back a chuckle, I could tell.

"So in closing, I'm not going to school, I'd rather just wallow in my misery here alone" I said firmly.

"No way" Joe shook his head. "We're going to get you cleaned up then you are coming to school."

Joe stood up and smiled warmly at me. I nodded. I wheel forward to the table, shoved the last of my cold toast in my mouth and wiped the table of crumbs and jam. I took my plates to the sink and when I turned around, Joe had cleaned up the mess of milk.

"See? All clean!" Joe announced with a proud grin.

"Thank you" I said. I took a tissue and got rid of the tear stains on my cheeks and fixed my hair, using the microwave as a mirror.

"Ready to go?" Joe asked gently.

I took a deep breath. "I guess."

Joe wordlessly wheeled me out the door, stopping only so I could grab my backpack from the hook. Out by his car, he lifted me out of my wheelchair. He'd done this several times now, so I wasn't worried that he'd drop me anymore. He set me in the passenger seat of his car and then went to his side as I folded up my wheelchair, put it in the back seat and shut the door. Joe got in the car and started the engine.

"Are you okay?" Joe asked, as he drove. I noticed that he refrained from eye contact.

"Yeah."

"Okay..." Joe said as if he didn't believe me.

I turned my head and stared out the window. I felt tears in my eyes again and I didn't want Joe to see.

Minutes past and the next thing I knew, we were at the school. Joe parked the car and pulled out the keys.

He turned to look at me and then grabbed the car door handle, about to open it.

"Wait!" I said before he opened the door. He jumped a bit, clearly surprised, but turned to look at me with those warm brown eyes.

"Yes, good chap?" Joe asked a British accent, our long running joke. But he gave a straight face when I didn't smile or respond.

I took another deep breath then I turned and threw my arms around Joe's neck, pulling him into a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and I felt him awkwardly hug me back.

"Thank you" I said slowly, my voice muffled by his dreads.

"For what?" Joe asked, although I think he knew.

"For helping me this morning at my house and helping me into the car again. If you weren't so stubborn and caring and left when I told you too, I'd still be crying in the kitchen. I don't know what I'd do without you. Thanks Joey" I said, hugging him tightly. I felt his arms around me relax a bit.

"You're welcome but you don't need to thank me. I'm glad to help you and you don't need to get frustrated with this whole thing. You're not by yourself. As Zac Effron and crew said, 'We're all in this together'" Joe said.

I pulled back from the hug and groaned with a smile. "Are you serious? High School Musical?"

Joe blushed and nodded.

"I thought you didn't have a TV" I pointed out.

"Yeah, at my old church we had a Youth Camp day and it rained so they put that movie on to keep the kids quiet. It wasn't that bad of a movie."

I rolled my eyes. "Of all the movies in the whole entire world, you see that one only?"

"It wasn't that bad" Joe protested with a giggle.

"Promise me Joey. Promise me you will never speak of that again nor will you watch it again. And that includes the other two movies as well" I said.

"There's two more?" Joe gasped.

"I shouldn't have told you that" I frowned. "Don't you dare watch them!"

"Fine, fine" Joe laughed. He put his hands on my shoulders and stared me in the eyes. "But you listen here. If you need me, just call. I'm here for you."

"Okay" I smiled and hugged him again quickly.

The bell rang.

"Oh, shoot" I said. "That's the bell!"

Joe's eyes widened. "I've never been late before!"

"Relax. It's not a big deal" I said and Joe jumped out of the car. He helped me into my wheelchair and we raced to the doors of the school.

"You're pretty good at using that thing" Joe said as I wheeled down the hall like a pro.

"I know right?" I laughed. "I've used one before. Not because I was hurt. A few years ago, in Glee club, Mr. Schue made us all use a wheelchair for a week to learn what it's like. We did songs and dances in it too. It was hard but I guess helpful now."

Joe laughed. "I almost regret joining Glee club."

"Yes, you may" I said. "But that's half the fun."

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So what did you think of the newest two chapters? Feel free to review and thanks so much to everyone who did on previous chapters. :)

P.S. Who's excited that Joe and Quinn are doing a duet on Glee this week? WE ARE! 'Fabhart' has many haters, but they deserve a chance so that's why we're glad they may actually date too! :) YAYYYY!