"Hello, hi. I'm looking for Quinn Fabray's room?"

Santana growls as she hears Finn ask the receptionist his question. Having heard her, he turns and sees dark eyes narrowed at him, and his face loses its naïve young boy 'charm' and instead is replaced with a look just downright mean, "What the hell do you want? Oh! Hey Rachel! I didn't see you there!" His eyes focus on the tinier brunette for the last part.

Santana snorts and places a hand on her hip, "We're gonna go take a walk, how's that?"

Her tone leaves no question in anyone's mind about what is going to happen. They're going for a walk, and she means business.

Somehow Rachel just intuitively knew that they were going to the garden. The minute the doors close behind them, Finn makes to grab hold of Rachel, only to come up with air, "Rachel?"

Santana puts her hands up to keep him back, as Rachel ducks away from Finn's outstretched hand and takes a stand beside her, "I don't understand how you can continually act like this big retard when I know you aren't as innocent and retarded as you make yourself seem. You act like you're innocent, like you're just so lost and in need of guidance, but you're manipulative and selfish and so in it for yourself."

Finn glares at her, not minding at all that Francine is around, "That's rich, coming from the girl who would have given up her so called best friend to be captain of the Cheerios."

Santana raises an eyebrow, "Don't you feel like you should stop and look at what you're doing? You're hurting so many people and it's like none of it even registers to you. None of it."

Not liking this in the least, Finn gets defensive again, "That's not true! I'm the most caring person anyone could ever even hope for."

Rachel shakes her head and Francine puts a hand on her shoulder to support her as she interjects, "Do you even hear yourself? Your supposed girlfriend broke up with you and has made it abundantly clear that she wants nothing to do with you any longer and instead of taking it with a grain of salt, you're acting like a, forgive my language, a douche bag."

Finn scowls, "No, I'm not."

Santana blinks owlishly before shaking her head and calling on every ounce of control she has not to yell, "You're still denying it. Oh my God, you need to stop thinking. Just really stop thinking and just listen. Not just hear. Rachel has actually gotten to the point of being afraid of you. She'd gotten to the point where she really thought you were going to physically hurt her. And you haven't helped at all by being so aggressively forward."

Rachel clears her throat and steps closer to Santana as she addresses Finn, "I told you without any hesitation on my part that I'm breaking up with you and-"

Finn growls and angrily shakes his head, "Rachel, you weren't serious. We're meant to be together! And I didn't mean to make you scared, I was just mad!"

Francine watches as Rachel seems to fight the urge to flinch away as Finn starts getting louder. Santana seems to notice as well because the next thing she does is calmly state, "Finn? Maybe you could try not to get so damn animated. It's not helping your case."

In her defense, Santana honestly didn't say it in a way that would be construed as bitchy. Finn however, was not having any of it.

"Hey Santana? How about you shut up and leave us the hell alone! She knows me! I would not hurt her!"

Rachel's eyes widen, "Finn!"

He doesn't even glance at Rachel as he continues to yell at Santana, "I cant believe you'd butt in, but I shouldn't be surprised. You've got nothing better to do than to mess my life up."

Francine steps in, "Hey! Hey, come on now. You need to stop yelling Finn. This is a hospital."

He glares at her, "How about that. Frannie came back to do good. Took you long enough. So now you're all pro-gay? Is it all okay to stick up for lesbians and offspring of gay-"

The rest is stopped in his throat as David puts a hand on his shoulder, "That's enough boy."

Finn says nothing but it's obvious how much he's shaking with rage.

Rachel takes a deep breath, "I need you to please leave Finn. This is not the place for this. Quinn is trying to recover. Other patients are trying to recover. Finn, please."

Frustrated and even more obviously outnumbered than before, Finn angrily spits out, "Fuck you. Quinn is recovering? You don't care about anyone but Quinn. Don't you think I'm recovering? In less than two weeks, I've lost everything I had going for me."

Rachel suddenly feels angry and actual hatred towards another human being at this point, "You've lost everything?! You have lost?"

Santana puts her hand on Rachel's forearm and she's surprised to feel Rachel actually literally shaking, the tinier brunette looks up at her and shakes her head, "He's actually…Santana!"

The tall boy commences a rage quit as he twists his body out of David's grip and pushes over a garbage can on his way out.

Santana wraps her arms around Rachel and pulls her tightly against herself. She sags against Santana and cries in anger and frustration as she holds tightly to Santana, as Francine and David keep a hold of each other trying to exude calmness.

Xoxoxoxo

It takes a while but they finally all get back to Quinn's room.

"Oh wow. I just said I wished you'd be here and you just walked in, that's so cool."

Santana can't help the smile that crosses her face, "What do ya know? Wish for a million dollars Q, see if that shows up."

Brittany chuckles as she snuggles into Quinn's stomach, as the blonde in question continues to play with Brittany's hair, "I don't need a million dollars silly. I've got what I need riiiiight here."

Rachel shakes her head slightly, how could anyone not care about Quinn?

XOXO

"Okay baby, I'll be back later, I promise."

Quinn laughs under her breath, "I know mom. Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"It's just…you'll be on your own for a little while before someone comes by."

Quinn shakes her head, glossy eyes twinkling, "It's not like I can go anywhere. I'll be right here."

That's how Judy knows Quinn isn't as out of it now as she was a while ago. She's aware of her inability to move and even though she's trying not to let it affect her, she can't help it at times and Judy can't blame her, not really.

It saddens her but she schools her features, "I love you. I'll be back before you know it."

The younger blonde nods her head and leans back against the pillows more comfortably, "Love you too mom."

Judy means to call Rachel and Santana to let them know that she's leaving since they had all worked out a roster, but she gets distracted and in the back of her mind she's certain they'll be by.

Back in her room, Quinn is in as much peace as she can be in, given her situation. She rolls her eyes at herself for thinking such a thing and sends up a prayer, thankful for being alive.

Her thank you is cut short by her door being thrown open.

"What's that door ever done to you San?" Quinn asks lazily as she leisurely opens her eyes.

Finn shakes his head, "I'm not Santana."

Quinn blinks back her surprise, "Yeah. I can see that. What're you doing here Finn? Rach isn't here."

He scoffs, "So, I can't come and see you?"

The blonde shakes her head, "I've been here a long time Finny. You haven't been here to see me once. Someone would have told me if you were here."

He raises an eyebrow, "You've ruined us."

At Quinn's silence he continues, "Me and Rachel aren't together. She wouldn't get married without you, then she refused to give me any attention because you were here. You took over. But even before that it's always you."

Quinn furrows her brow, her head hurting but she's trying to understand, "I didn't ask for this…"

He walks closer to the bed, "You told her not to marry me."

She nods, "I did. You're too young. You haven't even graduated yet."

Finn growls, "She's supposed to belong to me."

Quinn shakes her head slightly, "Rachel isn't property to own. She's a person."

The boy throws his hands up into the air, "I know! But she's supposed to be my person, not yours."

The blonde remains quiet after his outburst, waiting until he calms slightly before speaking, "You're not right for her." She starts quietly. At his silence she continues, "You can be sweet, but you aren't the right kind of sweet for her. You're still a little boy when it comes to your thought process and she can't pause her life and go at your pace because it's just not her. She's Rachel Berry. The second she's up, she's on and facing the world and doing her thing."

She takes a breath, her chest is starting to act up but she pushes through it, even in her slightly drug addled mind, "She has a plan and Finn. Finny, you don't. You think that the world is out to get you when you have a little bump in the road and then you think that life is grand when you finally get something you want and have things go your way. You have zero regard for things that don't concern you…"

Her heart rate picks up a little but not enough for her to need to stop, "People's feelings? Can go to hell unless they somehow affect yours. And that's not Rachel. You constantly put her down. Not once have you actually, truly stood up for her in public, in front of everyone without waiting for someone else to do it first. She needs someone who'll be proud of her at all times. Someone who knows, just as sure as they know that the sun will shine, that Rachel will shine just as well. Finn you're still a little boy. Rachel is so much more than that."

Finn sits and fumes, having been made speechless by Quinn's monologue, "You know I didn't ask for all of that Quinn."

The blonde hums, "You didn't have to ask directly…but you wanted to know why right?"

Finn continues as if she hadn't said anything, "I'm not Rachel. You don't just get to give me your damn opinion without me wanting it."

Quinn frowns, "Is that what she says? That she doesn't want my opinions or thoughts? Because, well, if that's true, why would she come to talk to me if she doesn't want them? Finn…why'd she come to tell me you proposed?"

Finn slumps into a seat ad he looks at Quinn angrily yet somewhat defeated, "You didn't have to steal her away from me."

She shakes her head, "I didn't steal Finny. I tried staying away. I've kept away. I was doing the right thing. I am doing the right thing. I can only be me though. But I'd never, ever, compromise what Rach and I already have for a chance at something more, if I knew she was happy with someone else. That's what I've been doing."

At Finn's silence she continues, "As long as she's happy and treated right then I'm alright standing back and being her friend…"

Finn stares at her hard, "So you're saying that you're gonna go for it now that she's apparently officially single?"

Quinn blinks at him owlishly, "What?"

He shakes his head disgustedly, "Don't play stupid Quinn. I'm sure you know we've really broken up."

Quinn's heart skips a beat but she ignores it for now, "I didn't know. Or I may have known but I don't remember. I don't know. But that's definitely something."

Finn stands up rather abruptly, his face red, "If you weren't already in a hospital bed…" he trails off, Quinn raises an eyebrow, exuding calmness, even though her chest is tightening and her heart is beating faster than it should be, "Yes, I'm sure I'd find myself here anyways, under your hands."

He growls, "You stole her from me and you can't even walk. What the hell could she even see in you anyways?! You're a bitch who tormented her!"

Quinn's heart hurts some more, but she's semi aware of it being from hearing that rather than any actual problem, but the meds are strong enough for now to not allow her to dwell on it, at least not for now, "I've apologized," her voice is weaker and more gravely though as she presses on, "and I've made it a point not to repeat past mistakes…"

"You can't have done a very good job saying sorry cuz it looks like God is still pretty mad at you. He made you a cripple after all and everything. I don't know how anyone's going to want you, especially not Rachel after you're finally weaker than she is. God you gotta be one rotten cookie."

He gets up and leaves without a second glance.