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11

Rachel paced around the emergency room impatiently. Her mind was absolutely buzzing and it would not shut up. Too many thoughts occupied her mind, all of them containing the blonde that they were here for.

What happened?

Will she be okay?

What was she saying, about Will coming back?

The shorter girl's hands trembled and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. God, how she prayed Will wouldn't be coming anywhere near them – for both of their sakes. Quinn's for obvious reasons and her's because she didn't know if she could handle Quinn relying on her all that much for protection. It was a selfish thought, this she knew, but it was true. Rachel was terrified of this man too.

Mostly, if Will came back, she feared for Quinn's safety. She couldn't bear the thought of someone hurting her – especially Will. She'd be physically sick if Will ran his grubby, gross hands all over her Quinn.

Whoa, her Quinn? Ugh, this was getting way too complicated for the diva to handle. She wished she could find a piano somewhere and sing about the overwhelming emotions she was feeling, but some un-nameable force was keeping her rooted to her place. She couldn't leave, even for the best of reasons. She just couldn't.

She had to be here when Quinn woke up.

Suddenly, the singer spotted her two dads making their way towards her and she bolted towards them. The pair could barely come to a complete stop before their daughter was spouting out questions.

"Daddy, is she okay? Well, of course she's not okay, but did she hurt herself when she fell? She must've hurt herself if she's not awake yet. What if she hurt her head so bad that she'll never wake up? Oh my god, what if she dies, Dad? I couldn't live with myself if she died, the fact that I reje- I just couldn't live with myself. Is she okay?"

Hiriam smiled at his daughter reassuringly, both men missing their daughter's accidental slip up. "Sh, baby girl, Quinn will be just fine. She's due to wake up any second now, so don't fret. And also, we found out some interesting news. Have a seat, Rachel."

Rachel's heart thudded, her mind instantly going back to the kiss her and Quinn shared. They couldn't know, could they? Were they angry? Was it considered incest if her and Quinn weren't even really related? She gulped. "Yes, Daddy, Dad?"

"They tracked down Quinn's biological parents."


Quinn's head throbbed. Ugh, why did it hurt so much? She attempted opening her eyes for a brief nano-second, but quickly decided against that - the lights were way too bright and her head already hurt enough. So she decided to use her other senses to make sense of her surroundings.

The air had a too-clean smell to it. It definitely wasn't the Berry residence. Her bed was soft and comfy, but her blankets were thinner than what she was used to in her own bed (and in Rachel's). Rachel. Suddenly, she noticed how electric the air was and knew that the other girl had to be in here with her. She mellowed down her brain's chanting of 'my head hurts, my head hurts, my head hurts' enough so she could try to listen to see if she could hear Rachel. And sure enough, she heard a powerful, angelic singing voice close by.

Don't worry about a thing.
'Cause every little thing,
is gonna be alright...

Quinn felt a smile spread across her face.

"Quinn," the other girl said suddenly, her voice overjoyed. "you're alive!"

The tall girl heard a raspy, dead-like voice scoff and reply. "Well, of course I'm alive, Rach. I've survived sexual predators, beatings, and much more. I think I can survive a meltdown out of jealousy."

Huh, Quinn thought, that's weird. The monster voice said exactly what I was just thinking. Then she realized that the "monster voice" was her voice and her cheeks flamed of embarrassment. "I don't sound very alive, do I, Rach?" she mumbled with a chuckle.

The other girl giggled. "I suppose not. But I don't care how you sound, I'm just so happy you're okay!" Rachel paused and re-thought what she had just said. "You are okay, Quinn, aren't you?"

Quinn shook her head and felt her smile widen. "Yes, Rachel, I'm fine. My head hurts a little, though. It would help if you didn't talk so fast."

Rachel blushed and smiled shyly, looking down and hiding her face in her hair. Quinn felt her breathing speed up as she watched the other girl's absolutely adorable actions and she gave a soft smile. She felt like she should say something, knew she should say something to the diva next to her, but she couldn't form any words. She was in pure awe of the girl.

"Quinn, I actually have some news for you." Rachel suddenly burted.

"News?" Quinn questioned, eyeing the short girl and raising her eyebrow. She felt panic sworm in her chest as her mind thought of two very peeved Berry's and the kiss that the two girls had shared recently. She knew she shouldn't feel as guilty as she did about the kiss as she did, but she did. Quinn felt sickeningly guilty.

She had deep feelings for Rachel Berry. She was going to hell.

"Yes, Quinn. Uh, on second thought, maybe I shouldn't be the one to tell you this. But what if you take it bad and have another anxiety attack, who could calm you down? I suppose the nurses could always give you something to calm down but - "

"Rachel!" Quinn exclaimed, feeling exasperated, "please, just tell me already. Please? Whatever it is, you're the only one I want to tell me. I want to hear it from you, Rachel."

Rachel nodded and blew out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Okay, Quinn. Here goes," Rachel bit her lip, a gesture that would've normally sent Quinn's stomach in flips. "."

The blonde blinked, caught completely off guard. She hadn't known what she had been expecting her to say but it was not that. Her biological parents? She hadn't really thought about them that much. She always just assumed that she would never see them again. For a long time, there was an empty hole in her heart where her parents used to be - a hole that Rachel had slowly started to fill over the time of them knowing each other.

"Say something," Rachel pleaded, grabbing the stiff girl's hand.

"I'm just so..." Quinn's voice trailed and she blinked, unable to process what the girl had revealed to her.

"Shocked?" The singer prompted.

Quinn nodded. Soon a silence had settled over the two. Again Quinn had the feeling that she should say something, anything, but she just couldn't. Unable to find words, she just tightened her grip on Rachel's hand. Rachel squeezed back.

Rachel started to lean in and Quinn tilted her head up so their lips could meet. Quinn could smell Rachel's strawberry lip gloss and sighed. Their lips were so very close... She could practically almost feel the kiss happening... Almost there... Then...

"Oh, good! You're up!"

Rachel scrambled away so fast the Cheerio was blinded by temporary whiplash.

"Oops, sorry for the startle there, sweet pea!" the nurse apologized to them with a warm smile. "It's time for your meds, Ms. Berry."

Quinn whimpered and stared at the brunette longingly. Her eyes traveled to the short, red-headed nurse in the room with them. "Can't it wait just a little while? I'm not tired. I feel fine." Quinn smiled at her to emphasize her point.

"'Fraid I can't do that, hun. On a strict schedule with you, I am. I haven't seen such a bad case of anxiety since I've become a nurse! You poor thing."

She frowned and allowed the nurse to do what she had to do. Sure enough, the blonde quicly began to feel drowsy.

The nurse nodded at Rachel. "You best be gettin' back out with your dads and let Quinn sleep."

Instantly, Quinn's eyes snapped open and she shook her head wildly. "Please, can't she stay? I swear, I'll get sleep with her in here. In fact, I'll probably get more sleep with her in here than I would without her in here. She kinda keeps the nightmares away..."

I can't believe I just told that to the nurse, Quinn mentally groaned at her own stupidity.

Thankfully, the nurse just smiled at Quinn. "Well, if that's the case, then I don't see a problem with it. I should probably run it by your doctor, just in case..." the nurse left the room, leaving the two girls alone once again.

"Rachel," Quinn finally whispered, "are you mad at me?"

"Mad?" Rachel blinked, confused. "Why on earth would I be mad at you, Quinn?"

"I ruined your date with Finn," the blonde whimpered miserably, "my stupid anxiety ruined it before you could even go out on the stupid date! A-And I kissed you. Oh, my god, I kissed you. Y-you must hate me. You do hate me."

"Whoa, whoa, Quinn. Slow down there a second! First of all, I don't hate you. Second of all, your anxiety is not stupid, it's very serious. Third of all, I never really wanted to go out with Finn anyway. I only agreed to go out with him out of anger and confusion."

"Anger?" the Cheerio pressed.

"Not anger with you," Rachel quickly reassured her. "No, anger at...myself, mostly. For being so different." Rachel sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

Quinn stared up at the ceiling in silence for a few moments. Her mind was so jumbled up. "I'm so sorry for all the stress, Rachel. All my anxiety attacks. But I'm done feeling sorry for myself. I have to accept that all this happened to me. And I need to get on with my life. I need to figure out who I am, not who Will made me."

Rachel nodded sadly. "Okay, Quinn." the girl shuffled in her seat. "You should get some rest."

Quinn nodded her head in silent agreement and cuddled into her pillow. "I might even want to meet my biological parents," she yawned.

The brunette diva failed to ignore the sinking feeling of her heart at the thought of Quinn leaving to move in with her biological parents.