Rachel's POV

"So, as I asked before, are you still together with her?" Why must he be so persistent? Santana did not want to talk about this, that much was clear, but she had nowhere to run. I felt bad for basically making her come and spend time with my family. Now I knew that my chances of friendship with her were over.

"No." Santana said as she took a bite of her sandwich. The answer was rushed, and we all noticed. She began chewing so she wouldn't have to say anything else about it.

"I thought things were serious between you two." This had become more of an interrogation it seemed. Santana was sitting next to me, while my daddy was across from me and my dad was firing questions like it was his job, starring at Santana from across the table. Santana kept her eyes down towards her plate mostly, she hadn't looked at me yet but she did nudge me when she sensed my eyes on her for too long.

"Everything seems to change when you're outed to the entire state of Ohio." Santana said bitterly.

"I'm am so sorry about that." I blurted out. All eyes went to me and I sat up straight in my seat, turning to make sure Santana looked into my eyes.

"It's not your fault; I'd never blame you for that." Santana said. She must have realized how sweet she sounded because she immediately looked away and stuffed a fry into her mouth.

"That was unfortunate-."

"It was more than unfortunate." My father looked at Santana and then suddenly his expression changed. He realized something, and in that moment he seemed to know much more than I did. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you have every right to be angry, but channeling that anger is important." He said. "Now, do you still talk to Brittany? You two have always been close friends."

"I try but…I can't do it anymore. This has been such a shit year." I reached out and touched Santana's arm. For a moment she was tense, but then she relaxed. I'd noticed that she'd been incredibly jumpy and secretive lately and it worried me. "I made a mistake though, kissing her…I don't know if it was wrong or right or whatever, but I shouldn't have just let her go without talking about it. I didn't realize that this was so two sided until she bitched me out. I deserved it, that's for sure."

"You have to talk to her." It was the first time that my daddy had spoken up since we'd started eating.

"I know that, but I don't know how." Santana said truthfully. "Brittany was the one thing in my life that even I couldn't screw up. Everything was perfect until…she deserves better than me-."

"Don't you dare, Santana." I couldn't stand to listen to her speak like this. "You guys deserve one another; it's as simple as that." By now we'd all finished eating. I was surprised that daddy didn't say more, but I also found it weird that this was more of a therapy session than a lunch. My father said he'd clean the dishes, so I told Santana I'd walk her out. She said no thanks, but I followed her towards the door anyway.

The fact was, I was thinking about Quinn. I needed to see her, now.

"I'm sorry about the barrage of questions. I swear they're not normally like that, but…they know that you're a kind person. They know that you've been through tough times. So they're going to help you whether you like it or not." I promised her.

"So you won't tell them about…?" She opened the front door and started walking down the steps and I still followed.

"You haven't officially told me anything." I said quietly. "Call me naïve but I don't know exactly what's going on. But you'll tell me eventually."

"What makes you so sure?"

"You haven't threatened me once, and you let me touch your arm, things have changed Santana. It's taken three years, but it's certainly not too late."

Santana's POV

"Do you want to pack something else?" My mother asked as she stood in the doorway.

"Mom, I don't even want to go. But it's just two days, what's the harm?" I flung the duffle bag over my shoulder and grabbed my keys.

"Brittany was over yesterday, wasn't she?" I didn't know what to say? Do I lie? Lying is what gets me into so much trouble in the first place. She already knew she was, so why the question.

"Yeah she was." I said quietly. "Mom…nothing…it's wasn't-."

"You don't have to explain anything to me. But the door was closed, the rules are always the same. And I know that you are having a tough time with her, but if you want her to understand you better, you need to talk to her." My mom understood everything; I didn't have to explain how I felt, because she just knew.

"How can you say that? How could you even be okay with it after-."

"Because I love you." My mom wrapped me in a hug and I held onto her for a long time. When I pulled back, I had to wipe my forearm across my face to prevent any tears from falling. "Stop being so stubborn mija, you do what you think is right for you."

"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." I said sighing heavily.

"You're smart, you will figure it out." My mother promised. The doorbell rang and my mother and I exchanged glances. "I will see you Monday honey, get the door, you've always been better at getting ride of salesmen." I nodded and kissed my mom's cheek before I ran downstairs and flung open the door.

Puck?

"What are you doing here?" I asked shoving my way past him. I made sure the front door was closed and locked before heading down my driveway and towards my car.

"Hey Puck, how are you? Fine Santana, and you?" Puck mimicked as he followed me. "What's wrong? Why are you pissed at me?"

"I'm not." I assured him. "I just have somewhere to be, though so make it quick."

"Hey, I just wanted to know how Quinn's doing." He said innocently.

"You want to know how she is, don't fucking ask me. Take your pathetic ass and go visit her yourself." I don't know why he pissed me off so much. Everyone was doing that lately, except…oddly enough, Rachel. "Sorry, it's not you…I'm just sick of people at school asking me about her and not having the balls to go see her themselves. She's not in a coma, she's not disfigured, she just can't fucking walk, Jesus."

"I heard she doesn't remember much of the past four years. That means she doesn't remember us." Puck said shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Maybe that's for the best." I muttered as I threw my duffle bag into the back seat.

"You've got a lot of balls saying that, you know? Just because it didn't last with us doesn't mean it doesn't mean anything. She once told me she loved me, get that? So excuse me for being terrified to see someone I care so much about completely changed."

"So deal with it, this isn't her choice, but you've got options. Talk to her, get to know her again because it's worth it, she is." I opened up the driver's side door and looked up at him. "If you were Finn Hudson I'd tell you to fuck off, but you're still my boy. Talk to her, when you're ready."

"Where are you off to?" Puck questioned.

"Hollywood, what does it fucking look like?" He nodded in understanding.

"Sorry about that."

"Not your fault." I said shrugging it off. "Catch you later."

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Quinn's POV

"Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin world go round." I sang to myself as I exited my house, with my camera in hand. It was a beautiful day, crisp is probably the proper word. Getting a jacket on was a bitch, but I was happy that Brittany had bought me a fluffy hat earlier, because I felt bundled up. I wheeled my way towards the park. I figured now was as good a time as any to start back up with photography.

I liked observing. It had always been at a distance though. People, animals, nature, it didn't matter to me. They were all equally fascinating and all equally beautiful to me. Right now, the park was a little deserted, so I decided to wheel myself through a couple of pathways until I found something interesting.

Bingo.

A deer was standing in the middle of two trees, searching for berries on a bush nearby. I watched it for a long time before I started snapping pictures. My phone went off and the deer's eyes shot up, the deer ran away before I could take another picture. I pulled out my phone and saw that I had a text message.

[From Berry]: Quinn where are you? I'm at your house. Are you inside?

I frowned and began typing away.

[To Berry]: I'm at the park, I'm on the main pathway. I'll head back towards the entrance so you will be able to find me easily.

Before I started wheeling back towards the entrance, I changed Rachel's name in my phone from Berry to Rachel. I was surprised that she was looking around for me. I thought for sure that after the kiss she'd never come back. I just wondered why she was that freaked out.

Maybe she wanted to talk about it. Maybe she'd call me a freak. That was something I was used to. That was something I could handle.

I waited and then wondered if Rachel was actually walking from my house when she probably had the option to drive. Maybe she had a lot of thinking to do too. I spotted her soon after that thought crossed my mind, and I waved hello to her from where I was sitting. I decided to pretend like nothing had happened, unless Rachel brought something up, that was the best way to go about it.

"Hi, you came here by yourself?" Rachel asked.

"I'm a big kid." I joked.

"Gosh, no…I didn't mean it like-."

"I know what you meant. Brittany was here yesterday, but today has been sort of boring so I just…decided to take some photos." I said holding up my camera and grinning.

"Oh, am I interrupting? I mean art is supposed to be done in a certain way right? Quiet and solitary. I'm sorry, I should just go." I watched in amusement as she turned quickly and started walking away. I followed her for at least thirty of her steps and then I laughed.

"I like company." I told her. "We can ignore it…I'm just trying to take some pictures." I said holding up my camera and snapping a picture of her.

"I wasn't even paying attention!" She said running up beside me.

"Fine, I'll take another." I said. She smiled and looked directly at the camera lens. "No, no smiles. Show me you're happy with your eyes." She looked astonished for a moment. Almost…bashful? I took the picture though, when she wasn't even ready and of course she looked beautiful. "Gorgeous." I said.

"So how did your visit with Brittany go?" Rachel asked as we moved along through the park.

"Well she wasn't bubbly like usual, but she did braid my hair in a million different hairstyles. She's very sweet and caring."

"Well Santana wasn't bubbly either, but I've come to expect that." Rachel said with a smile.

"Well you might actually know more about her than I do." I said taking a picture of a bird as it flew away. "How are things with her parents?"

"I don't know…I thought her dad was a doctor."

"He is." I said with a curious expression.

"Really? Her house was sort of…small-."

"No, it's huge. They have this massive indoor pool. Their basement is basically an arcade." I said smiling about the memories of spending hours down there. "I'm actually going to ask if I can go over there tomorrow. Maybe you can come too…I mean, if you want."

"It's strange; I think that Santana and I…maybe we're turning over a new leaf." Rachel said with a small smile. "Baby steps I mean nothing too big."

"Well that's good right? I know her and I know that she can be…Santana." I tried to conceal a smile but it didn't work. "Did you talk to her?"

"What do you mean I just said that we had lunch together." Rachel said.

"No I meant…about…" I looked up at her and then spun around in the chair, pretending that I was trying to get a shot of this golden retriever as it passed.

"Oh…well, no I thought she'd be…upset."

"Why upset? Why not weirded out?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Rachel placed her hands on my wheelchair and pushed me towards a bench. She sat down on the bench and I stayed there right in front of me.

"Because Santana didn't even want me around you earlier. She knows something, I don't know, maybe something you told her before you…she just…she's overprotective now. She wasn't like that all of sophomore year, in fact you two were in this whole argument thing, like a competition or something." I nodded my head taking it all in. I wonder why sophomore year changed everything for us.

"Do you know what happened? To make her think that?" I asked. Surely Rachel must know.

"No, but…" She didn't finish. I know she wanted to finish but something was holding her back. "You can't remember anything?" I didn't see where this was going. Of course I didn't. Wasn't that half of the issue? She didn't have to bring it up again. Physically I was nothing; mentally I was nothing, so why remind me of it?

"I've tried, sometimes I get sensations, like the wind on my skin, it's natural normal, but it makes me feel tired for some reason. Santana thinks it's because of all the running we did in cheerleading, maybe she's right. Maybe things will start coming back to me." I said hopefully.

"Maybe." Rachel said exhaling just to see if she could see her breath. It wasn't quite that cold.

"That's not the only thing though." I started. "The wind, that sensation, it's not the only thing I remember."

"What else?" Rachel asked sitting up straighter and looking at me attentively.

"The kiss, it felt…familiar."

"Well, that's good I mean…y-you probably remember kissing Finn, Puck, and maybe Sam. So apparently when you touch something it brings back more than you think." Except that wasn't what I meant. I don't remember kissing boys, I remember something…else. Aren't boys aggressive and rough? The sensation I felt, the gentleness that was what I remembered.

"Yeah." I said looking down at my feet. "So…since you ran out on me, how about you buy me lunch?" I suggested with a smirk.

"I'd be glad to." Rachel responded. "Come on goofball."

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I'm thinking next chapter, it's time to have a flashback. It's either going to be a flashback about a conversation between Santana and Quinn or a conversation between Rachel and Quinn. I'm still not sure.