Hey guys, so this is really just part of the apology. I've suddenly had a spurt of inspiration and managed to write two chapters in one day after almost a year, with the next few all planned, though, as always, I'm open to suggestions.

These two chapters have just been fillers, really, to get the story moving again and so that I can get back into Quinn's mindset.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or Glee etc.


Do you hear me? I'm talking to you

Yes! Quinn thought, yes, she could hear. She'd been hearing everything from the past few days, actually, but her unconscious mind had been unable to process anything before now.

The voice that the words belonged to was one that Quinn had craved for a long while. She wanted to curl up into the voice's owner, burrow into him and never leave. Quinn struggled with all her might to reply. "Yes!" the words sounded very loud in her head, echoing through her mind, but she seemed to have no control over her voice box or her lips, as neither of them were moving at will. She frowned in frustration, or would have, had she been able to. What was wrong? Was she paralysed? Where was she? She could see nothing and only hear a distant whirring and.. that voice.

Across the water, across the deep blue ocean,

Under the open sky, oh my,

Baby I'm trying..

Sam? The name bounced delightfully on Quinn's tongue, spreading happiness from her core. He was serenading her! How adorable and completely Sam-like, he'd always been sensitive, he knew how to make a girl feel special. Quinn could feel blood rushing to her cheeks, but she was too elated to be embarrassed. But.. wasn't it her line now? She struggled desperately, trying to remember her verse of the song.

The words wouldn't come. The longer Quinn spent scouring her mind for them, the quicker all the happiness seemed to seep out of her.

Baby I'm trying..

He was singing it again, waiting for her. Quinn could feel herself buzzing, the blond boy was so thoughtful.

Oh, baby I'm trying..

I'm trying too! Quinn thought irritably. Sam was sounding much less romantic and more like a broken record.

After a moment of succumbing to the irritation, Quinn reached out, clinging on to the happy feeling that had originated from Sam's words. That was the feeling she wanted, not the frustration or the anger, all Quinn wanted in the world was to be happy. And here he was, the boy she loved, offering it to her in his palm. This wasn't an opportunity she was willing to pass up.

"Boy I hear you, in my dreams" she whispered, finally remembering her part.

Quinn's green eyes snapped open.

The overwhelming thought in Quinn's mind was that she was completely alone.

Pushing herself up with her elbows, the girl's green hues frantically flashed around the room, searching for Sam. It was definitely his voice, she'd know it anywhere, so where was he? Was he so cruel as to hide from her?

It was a feeble effort, Quinn's body was so unacquainted with movement that she could only prop herself up for a few moments before feeling exhausted and having to lie back down again. She closed her eyes, willing Sam to be there when she reopened them. Quinn squeezed her eyelids shut, as if doing so would force the boy she loved to reappear.

After several, painstaking minute, the blonde opened her eyes.

She searched the room.

Once again, Samuel Evans was not there.

Then, it hit her. Boy I hear you, in my dreams. She had been dreaming.

Tears pricked in her eyes, but Quinn didn't even try to stop them. What was the point? There was no one here to see anyway. Not even her mother. She concentrated on inhaling and exhaling smoothly. Scraps of memories were coming back to her now. Finn and Rachel's wedding. The car crash. She let out a puff of angry air, after perhaps a week of lying unconscious; Quinn awoke to the welcoming reception of herself.

The girl turned her head to have a better look around the room, which was definitely not hers. The whites and blues suggested that she was in Lima's hospital, which made sense. It fitted with the car crash.

Orange sunrise gleamed in through the window to the left of Quinn's bed, with fresh dewdrops clinging to the glass. Overall, it was a standard hospital room, with a single bed, a TV hanging down from the wall in front, a window and a small table. She was grateful to have a private room.

Glancing at her side table, Quinn spotted a beautiful orchid plant carrying several white flowers. Her heart leapt slightly at the sight of it. She smiled, wondering who would send her flowers. A vague memory stirred in her mind.

'There's someone who cares about you a lot more than just a friend'

The pretty blonde girl snorted, shaking her head. Whoever it was, whoever had given her these flowers was simply trying to buy her and Quinn wouldn't have any of that.

'I know you're strong enough to take care of yourself'

Quinn smiled morosely. Finn was her first love, she knew him like the lyrics of her favourite song; but it seemed as though he still didn't know her. In retrospect, this reflected Quinn in a bad light. That she had so many walls up that even her first love was unable to relate to her. She sighed heavily, rubbing her heavy eyelids with her delicate fingers. Quinn's entire body felt stiff, as though she needed oiling like the scarecrow in the wizard of Oz.

A strange sense of yearning clawed from Quinn's stomach, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. Then it dawned on her, that's what she wanted, it was no use talking about it, she needed to become the HBIC of her junior year. The girl closed her eyes, mulling the idea over in her mind as she drifted back into oblivion.


Quinn was awoken by the sound of the door closing and came face to face with a plump woman who was bustling around the room. Quinn lay with her green eyes wide open, giving the woman quite a start when she walked over.

"Oh!" The woman cried, her mouth forming the exact shape of the sound she made. "You're awake!" she beamed down at Quinn and began firing questions at her. "How are you feeling, dear? Have you been up long? Headache? Thirsty? Hungry? Has the attending doctor seen you?"

Settling into her new HBIC demeanour, Quinn scowled, giving short answers. "Fine and no".

"Alright then, dear, I'll just go and get him, and inform your next of kin" the woman said, nodding, then added, "I'm nurse Baker, by the way".

Quinn shrugged, not bothering to introduce herself. The nurse probably knew her name from her files anyways. Just as nurse Baker was leaving, Quinn called out "What day is it?"

"February 14th" nurse Baker replied, her eyes misting over, "You were out for five days" she smiled once more at Quinn, then left the room.

"Valentines day" Quinn muttered, rolling her eyes. "Ironic".


"Quinnie!" Cried Judy Fabray as she swept into the room, heading straight for her daughter and hugging her a little too tightly.

"Hi, mom" Quinn greeted the older woman weakly.

"I'm so happy, I couldn't asked for a greater present from St Valentine" Judy gushed.

Quinn pursed her lips tightly, preventing herself from sneering. She was sure that Valentine's day was not made for family love, though, her mother hadn't had any action since her father left.

Judy Fabray sat with her daughter for the entirety of the morning. Most of it was spent in silence; the elder Fabray didn't reprimand the younger for dangerous driving once. It seemed that she was just glad to have her daughter alive. They occasionally showed cute outfits to each other from their respective magazines, but that was how they worked. They didn't really need words as they'd grown together from the events of Quinn's father leaving.

"Well Quinnie," Judy began, after glancing at her watch for what seemed the hundredth time. "Lunch break is almost over and they'll be needing me at the office. I'll come back to see you tonight, okay?" she smiled, ducking to kiss her daughter, before making her way briskly to the exit.

Quinn didn't bother confirming, whatever she said, her mother would be leaving now. Even work was more important than her, and that was why, her outer shield was more important than ever. "Mom?" Quinn asked, catching Judy just at the door.

"Yes?"

"I- er" Quinn stuttered, "Did- I mean, has dad come to visit?" there was an obvious amount of hope in her tone, which Quinn loathed.

"No, I'm sorry, dear"

Quinn cleared her throat, "Did he know?" she asked tentatively.

After an awkward pause in which Judy hung her head, the elder Fabray replied simply, "Yes" before stalking out of the room.

Blatant rage filled Quinn. Sure, her parents were divorced, whatever, he was married to someone else, but his own daughter in a coma for days and he didn't bother coming to visit her? She hadn't spoken to her father since he abandoned their family, but surely they still cared about each other? If the situation was reversed, Quinn would have rushed to her father's bedside. However, that was the soft Quinn, this Quinn needed nobody, she didn't need a father, she was independent.

And, to mark her independence, Quinn grabbed the potted orchid off the side table and threw it with all her might at the wall ahead of her, screaming as it flew. Though she was still weak, the plant still managed to hit the wall with a satisfying smash. She didn't care, whoever had given her the plant obviously didn't care enough to come and visit her now that she was awake, not that Quinn needed anyone to visit her, because she didn't. Though, the last part did not sound very convincing, even in her own mind.


A/N: I hope you're all still enjoying the story, and, as always any comments, constructive criticism? Thanks for reading!