A/N: Mistakes are mine. This is mostly a filler, so sorry if there isn't much plot wise. Thank you all for your reviews, alert and for reading.

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Chap 11

The week after Rachel was released and those few days after the funeral, the glee kids did their best to keep the diva comfortable and caught up in her classes. She was ordered to take it easy when she went back to school, and to make sure she did as little singing and dancing as possible so she wouldn't risk popping her stiches. However, it didn't stop her from using this time to grow closer to Quinn, seeing as though the blonde spent almost every waking hour with her. They grew tremendously close in that week and a half and by the time Rachel was ready to get back to school they had sort of lost themselves in their own little world.

Quinn picked her up at her house early in the morning, careful to help her get in the car, worrying extra about not jolting the diva too much. Though the stitches were due to come out at the end of the week, the brunette was still very sore. Her head had healed well, only minor bruising could be detected and the dizziness and headaches were almost nil to none. So everything seemed to be on track and the diva was itching to get back to school, back to being with her friends- her family.

When Quinn pulled up to the school and parked in her regular parking spot, the two girls spotted Brittany and Santana standing by the school entrance, seemingly waiting for the diva and her girlfriend. Brittany smiled as they got closer, pulling Rachel, and then Quinn into strong hugs. Santana watched fondly, rolling her eyes when Quinn gave her a knowing look.

"Are you ready for this Rach?" Brittany asked, grabbing the divas hand. Rachel nodded, smiling brightly at her best friend. Quinn stepped to the side of her, Santana taking the other, next to Brittany.

They all went to Rachel's locker, Quinn gathering her girlfriends' books in her hand, blushing slightly when Rachel beamed at her. Brittany then led them to her locker, and Santana gathered the blonde's books for her, just like Quinn did for Rachel. In return though, she got a kiss on the cheek from the bouncy blonde. They all headed down the hall, towards the choir room. It was a sort of silent agreement that they'd all skip homeroom that morning. When they walked through the door they were surprised to see Mr. Shuester there as well. He smiled softly at Rachel, patting her arm as she walked by him. The tiny diva spotted Puck and Finn talking animatedly in the corner, Mercedes and Kurt next to them, talking a bit more quietly.

"I see they patched things up." Quinn states. Rachel turns and smiles at her, tugging on the blondes hand. She waits a moment, her gaze following Brittany and Santana as they join Kurt and Mercedes.

"I asked Puck to. It wasn't without protest though, but in the end he agreed with my reasoning. I mean, it wasn't Finns fault that I just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know?" Rachel tells her. Quinn nods, smiling softly at her. Rachel turns and walks up to her brother.

"Hey Rachel." Finn greets her timidly. Puck gives her a high five and Quinn a nod. The blonde rolls her eyes, wrapping her arm around Rachel's waist.

"Hello Finn, Puck." Rachel smiles at them. Puck punches Finns shoulder, laughing when the boy winces.

"Don't forget, my house tonight. Bring the extra paddle." Pucks tells him, getting up. Rachel raises a questioning eyebrow at them.

"COD night." He tells her. She 'hmm's', biting the side of her lip. He snorts.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about do you." He laughs at her. Quinn and Finn snort in realization. Rachel stomps her foot in offense.

"I do too, I was just don't understand the appeal of such barbaric games is all." She frowns when they all laugh. Finn past her arm, and Puck shakes his head.

"See ya Rach." They tell her, walking past her snickering. She huffs, turning around to call out to them.

"Wait, where are you going?" She asks them. They stop both still grinning.

"Coach wanted a team meeting before first period." Puck smiles apologetically at her. Finn gives her a wave and they walk off again. Rachel shrugs and grabs Quinn's hand dragging her towards the risers, sitting in the blondes lap when her girlfriend settles in a chair. The blonde's arms automatically encircle the divas waist.

"Um Mr. Shue, don't you have like…a homeroom to teach right now?" Mercedes asks the teacher finally. The curly haired man smiles at them, shaking his head.

"I don't have a homeroom this semester Ms. Jones." He laughs. They all look at each other confused.

"But, if you haven't had one this whole time, where have you been?" Quinn laughs. Mr. Shue shrugs, gathering up a pile of papers that were stacked on the piano.

"I've been around, but, most of the time in my office. I knew a few of you liked to gather in here instead of going to homeroom so I keep my distance." He tells them. They all look at him in awe, all thinking the same thing. Mr. Shue was by far the coolest teacher ever.

So far the first three classes before lunch had gone okay. Rachel walked to the first two with Quinn and Santana, Brittany bouncing off to her own classes at the end of the building. But when Rachel emerged from her third one, Brittany met her, grabbing her hand and leading them towards the cafeteria. Rachel smiled and chatted idly with her, listening to the blonde talk about frogs and their babies and how Mr. Andrews was going to let her take some home with her at the end of the semester. Brittany beamed when Rachel asked her what their names were, telling the brunette that she had yet to name them because she wants to get to know their personalities first. Rachel tells her that it was a brilliant idea and squeezed the blondes' hand.

When they rounded the corner, Rachel spotted Quinn walking their way. The blonde was at the end of the hall, head down, seemingly in her own world. Rachel smiled as the blonde looked up, meeting the divas eyes with her own. But a sudden sharp and icy pain invaded her senses and she gasped in shock. She was slightly aware of the look of horror on Quinn's face, a short cry from Brittany and the look of pure outrage from Puck as he caught it just in time as he exited his own classroom.

With no more than a few seconds to prepare, her world started to spin. She reached out and grasped for Brittany, only slightly missing the blonde's hand, slipping on the wet floor. But Brittany, with her dancer like reflexes, caught the brunette, cradling her tightly to her chest. Rachel grabbed her head, feeling a deep vertigo sensation. Her breath sped up and she began to panic.

Suddenly she was being lifted up by strong arms and carried down the hall. Her eyes filled with tears as the jerky movements of Pucks footsteps sent a jolt of pain through her side. He looked down at her then, sensing the brunette's pain. He hugged her closer, whispering soft, comforting words to her. She shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly. She felt herself being placed on a lumpy, flat surface and she opened her eyes again. Puck was hovering over her, his hand hesitating slightly. He wiped at the slushy on her face, the muscles in his jaw clenching and tightening. She grabbed his hand, sniffling.

"My side hurts Noah." She whimpers. His eyes widen, surveying her body. They stop when they get to a particular spot on her shirt, and he growls.

"I'll fucking kill him." he says, mainly to himself. She lets out a cry when she tries to lift her head to look for herself. She grabs her head and he places his hand on her arm.

"Stay here….well I mean…hold on I'm gonna go get Quinn okay?" he tells her gently. She just sniffles in response. It's a good three minutes before Quinn is back, and she's followed by the school nurse. Quinn steals the nurses' chair and sits herself next to Rachel, whose still grabbing her head.

"Oh Rachel." Quinn sighs, her voice cracking with emotion. Rachel lifts one hand, glancing at the blonde.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks the blonde. Quinn stiffens and checks her body over. She notices a small spot on her face is tender, and stings a bit when she touches the tips of her fingers to it. She shrugs sheepishly, ignoring the divas question for now.

"Your Dad is on his way. Nurse Roe called him for you baby." Quinn tells her, grabbing Rachel's' hand. The nurse moves over to Rachel's side then, coming into the brunettes view.

"How are you feeling Rachel?" she asks her. Rachel groans and Quinn shoots an 'are you kidding me?' look towards the older woman. The nurse ignores the cheerio, and moves closer to Rachel.

"I'm just going to…" she says, bringing her hand to Rachel's blood spotted shirt and lifts it slightly. Rachel cries out and Quinn glares at the woman.

"I'm sorry dear." She apologizes to Rachel. The brunette grunts, squeezing Quinn's hand tighter.

"It seems as though you've popped a few stitches hun, you're going to need your Father to take you to the ER to get them fixed." Quinn winces when Rachel starts to cry softly.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry for this." Quinn whispers to Rachel. The diva hiccups, using her unoccupied hand to put a protective hand over the wound on her side.

"Not your fault Quinn." She tells her girlfriend. Quinn shakes her head, bringing Rachel's hand to her lips and kisses it.

"I know baby, but I hate seeing you hurt. It makes me so sick to think…." She grits her teeth, taking a deep calming breath. Rachel reaches for her then, bringing the blonde closer to her. When Quinn is close enough to her she kisses her lightly on the lips.

"Not your fault." Rachel mumbles. Quinn sighs sadly. No, it wasn't her fault. It was Karofsky's. She smiled to herself then, thinking back to just minutes ago.

Previously

As soon as she saw Puck scoop up her girlfriend and head towards what she knew was the nurse's office, she was on a mission. She straightened her back, tightened her jaw and turned down the hall in the direction of the person she knew was responsible for this. When she started walking, she felt two presences step in line with her. She looked to her sides and grinned evilly when she noticed Santana and Brittany flanking each side of her, sporting the same look on their faces.

She could hear chortling from Azimio and Karofsky and her face grew hot. She picked up her pace and proceeded to stalk over to the two jocks. The football players stopped celebrating as the trio drew closer, the smiles dropping from their faces at the pure look of hatred coming from the three cheerleaders. Brittany growled at them and Santana snickered. Quinn just stood there, staring at them.

"What?" Karofsky asked, shifting slightly form foot to foot. Brittany stepped forward and growled again.

"You slushied my best friend." She stated. Karofsky smirked and Azimio rolled his eyes.

"And? The loser deserved it. She hadn't had a wakeup call in weeks!" Azimio laughed, Karofsky laughed and high fived him. This time Santana clenched her jaw stepping forward.

"You better watch what you say." She warned him. Karofsky chuckled, stepping forward.

"Or what chica" he challenged. Santana lunged forward, but Brittany grabbed her by the waist.

"Fuck you!" The Latina growled, reaching forward with her hands, trying to grab his face. Karofsky and Azimio stepped backwards a bit.

"Calm down psycho!" Azimio screeched. Quinn, who was silently raging took this time to side step them, moving behind the two fat boys.

"You are aware you slushied my girlfriend right? The same girl that was just hit by a car last week?" Quinn asked stoically. Her hands were shaking, but she tried to calm herself down. She spotted Puck coming towards them, the same murderous look on his face that the three girls were sporting now.

"I'll give you one warning and one warning only. This. Ends. Now. No more slushies, ever. Got it?" She poked a finger into Karofsky's chest and he laughed.

"I don't think so. I think manhands needs a little help in knowing where her place is around her. So, no thanks." He laughs, pushing Quinn a bit.

"Fuck you!" Quinn snarls, diving at him. She claws at his face, her anger so hot and so heavy that all she wanted to do was rip that fat, hairy, oily skin off the jocks face. Karofsky gets a few defensive swings in, and that's all Brittany and Santana needed to dive in after her. Azimio watches in awe, stepping back, wanting nothing more but to go unnoticed by the three cheerios. When Puck sees the commotion he runs forward, grabbing Quinn and Santana in his arms and by extension Brittany, whose being held back by Santana now. Brittany is still trying to grab at Karofsky, crying and screaming words that were jumbled together in one giant mess. Quinn kicked at Puck, wanting to get at the jock, but the mow hawked boy held her back.

"Rachel needs you Quinn." He reminds her. She stops fighting, and looks up at him, as just now realizing that he was there.

"Is she okay?" she asks, sniffling. She straightens up her uniform, trying her best to look like she didn't just try to kill a boy three times her size.

"She needs you." Puck shakes his head. Quinn looks to Brittany whose now being comforted by Santana.

"I'll be back." She tells Puck. He nods and watches her walk away, then turns to Karofsky whose holding his bleeding nose.

"You might wanna run." Puck growls to the bleeding boy.

When Rachel gets back form the ER with Quinn and her Dad's she walks slowly up the stairs. When she gets inside she's greeted by a full living room. The whole Glee club, including Mr. Shue, are scattered around the place, each of them smiling joyfully at her surprised expression. Rachel's Dad's slip into the kitchen to give them all some privacy.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asks the occupants of the room. Brittany gets up from the couch and approaches her.

"We knew how much you missed Glee so we decided to bring it to you." Mercedes stated. Brittany nodded and hesitatingly moved forward, silently asking for permission to hug her. Rachel moved forward and hugged the blonde.

"Are you okay?" Brittany asks her, the blonde's eyes misting over. Rachel reaches up and touches Brittany's face softly.

"I'm fine sweetie. Just a few popped stitches. And the slushy just gave me a nice little headache. But everything I fine, don't worry." Rachel reassures her. Everyone looks to Quinn for a moment and the blonde nods her head, letting them know it's the truth. Puck stands, beckoning Rachel over to take his seat.

"I see you still have that spare key." Rachel laughs, looking at Brittany who smiles shyly. Puck smirks at the jealous looks on Quinn and Santanas faces, each for different reasons.

"Well, I say we get this started, yeah?" He picks up his guitar and starts strumming.

"Anything in particular?" He asks her.

"Play something happy." She requests.

The first chords of the song start and Rachel leans into Quinn who's sitting next to her on the arm rest, Brittany skips over and sits on the floor between Rachel's legs. Quinn reaches down and pats her backs soothingly, snuggling sloe to her. They smile at each other and turn their attention to Puck. After the second song Puck sits down next to Rachel and Artie and Mercedes take a turn. Rachel reaches down and starts playing with Brittany's hair. The blonde looks up at her and smiles, she too snuggling closer to the brunette. Everything is perfect for a while, they sing and dance, except Rachel, but she's okay with that. Puck starts humming softly to her, and she leans into him when he puts his arm around her shoulders. The sounds of Pucks soft, soothing voice washes over her and soon she's drifting off to sleep, but not before catching the three cheerios and Puck off guard.

"You will tell me how you all got those scratches." She tells them sleepily. Quinn chuckles nervously and Brittany nods. Puck holds her close, kissing the top of her head lovingly.

"Sure thing short stack, sure thing." He laughs.