A/N: I am on a roll so here are the next two chapters. I hope I don't disappoint as I build to Quinn's final reveal. These chapters are inherently dark. There is nothing disturbing in this chapter though. I hope you like it please review and let me know what you think. Thank you to all of you who reviewed last chapter it is very much appreciated. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Glee belongs to its creators and FOX.

Chapter 13:

Evan was confused. Something had happened after he went to bed last night. This morning Rachel woke him up, she made breakfast just for him and Sean, then Finn took them to the pond. Finn was fun, he ran around and wrestled with them all morning, but no matter how much fun playing with Finn was, he wasn't Mama and Evan hadn't seen her all day.

"Finn?"

The tall man halted his motion of throwing Sean in the air, "Yes buddy?"

"Can we go see Mama?" Evan noted the hesitation in the older man's body. He'd seen Daddy act like that before.

"Um, she's really tired buddy and sleeping."

Evan sighed, he maybe only five but he had a very good memory. Last time Mama had needed to sleep all day was when she was sad. It was a long time ago, when Sean was born. Mama hadn't left her room all week. Then Uncle Andrew came to visit. He made Mama better because the next day she was cooking breakfast and Daddy was smiling again.

"Is she sad again?"

Finn dropped to his knee and rested Sean on one leg, "Has she been sad before?"

"When Sean was a little baby. Daddy was sad too. I don't like when Mama is sad." Evan paused maybe Finn could help like Uncle Andrew. "You'll make her happy right."

"I'll try bud." Finn looked at his watch and stood, "time to go buddy."

When they got home Evan saw his and Sean's sleep over bags at the door. "Where are we going?"

"To see Beth." Noah smiled, "I'm going to take you there now."

"But Beth lives far away." Evan whined, "What about Mama?" Evan did not want to leave his mother especially when she was sad. When Daddy left he said Evan was the man of the house. That he had to look out for Mama and Sean. "Mama needs me," he stated.

It was Aunt Brittany who approached him, "Sweetie your Mama loves you very much but right now she needs you to be a good boy and go see Beth."

Evan shook his head, "She sad, I stay."

Aunt Brittany put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed tight, "Evan Uncle Andrew is coming. He is going to help Mama, just like last time. When she feels better you'll come home." Evan couldn't help the tears that streamed down his face, "But I want to help Mama. Daddy said it was my job. I'm man of the house."

Brittany pulled him close, "you will help, you are, by going to see Beth. Then you can come home and tell her all about what you and Sean and Beth did to together. It'll make her very happy."

Evan finally relented. Aunt Brittany had never lied to him before, "Okay, but I call every day."

Brittany pecked his little cheek, "Of course buddy."

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Andrew Moore was greeted by a tired and worried looking Brittany Pierce, in all the years they had known each other he had only seen her this worried when Quinn relapsed a year after her therapy had begun. He hated seeing the normally happy and energetic woman this way. "Hey Brit."

"Andy thank God you are here."

"That bad?" He asked as Brittany led him upstairs. He briefly noticed the small group of people standing in the den but he ignored it for now. Quinn was his main concern.

Brittany visibly deflated even more as she answered, "Not as bad as the relapse in college but worse than when she had post partum with Sean. I don't know what happened she was doing well and then bam she was near catatonic."

"Ten minute rule?" He inquired.

"Not needed, she's left the door unlocked and allows one of us to sit in the room with her. She is just not speaking or eating. I may have jumped the gun calling you, maybe she just needs the day to gather herself again, but with everything going on, I didn't want to take the risk of things escalating and her depression getting worse."

Andrew lay and hand on Brittany's shoulder as they reached the master bedroom, " You did the right thing. There is a lot of change going on at the moment. Besides feeling scared for Colon, she's hormonal due to the pregnancy, and there isn't anything about this situations she can control. It's a perfect storm of stress and triggers. Now what about the boys?"

"Noah took them up to Philadelphia to see Beth."

"You mean Noah as in Beth's dad Noah?"

"Yes. He, Santana, Rachel, and Finn came with me. They insisted on seeing Quinn when I got the news of Colon." Andrew rubbed his face, great another stressor that was likely contributing to Quinn's rapid downward spiral. It had taken him weeks to prepare for the reunion with her old high school friends. They had planned it out the best they could so that Quinn would feel she was in complete control, well the most control she could have in a situation like that.

"Alright I am going to go in. I'll call you if I need you."

Brittany hugged him and then disappeared. Andrew took a moment to compose himself. Normally he would have no problem going into the room and talking to a client, but Quinn wasn't just any client. She had been one of his first clients in his last year of school. She was the toughest case to come his way and he had been excited to take the challenge on. Soon though he realized how special Quinn Fabray was. He felt a strong need to protect her beyond the typical doctor way. He should have excused himself from the case or let someone else take her on when he graduated, but he couldn't. Saying Quinn was complex was a gigantic understatement. It took him nearly a year to get her to really open up to him and he wasn't about to let her recovery decline while she got used to a new psychiatrist. No he couldn't do that to her, so when he started up his new practice he took her on as his first client. Through the years their relationship changed and morphed it was a struggle but they'd finally come to a balance between a doctor/client relationship and friendship. When he visited as an old college friend there was no talk of the past or her mental health. When he came as Dr. Moore there was no general chit chat or staying for dinner. It wasn't entirely ethical in the professional world, but it worked for them and that was all that mattered.

Putting on his doctor face Andrew entered the master bedroom. It was dark, as usual, and quiet. Quinn was curled up on Colon's side of the bed motionless. Gently and quietly he sat on the end of the bed, "Quinn, its Doctor Moore."

A small shutter through the sheets let him know she was acknowledging his presence that was good. Now he just had to do was wait. If he'd learned on thing about Quinn Fabray it was not to push, but to be present, to remain beyond what Quinn expected. That is when she would open up, when her trust in you out weighted the demons of her past and the fears of her future.

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The past three days in the McHugh home since Andrew had arrived moved agonizingly slow. Rachel and the other had spent their time watching TV and making small talk. Andrew would appear and disappear randomly throughout the day. Sometime he would get a drink or some food, sometimes he'd speak quietly to Brittany, and a few times he came to retrieve photo albums and journals. He never spoke to the rest of them. He remained with Quinn at all times. From what Rachel understood he was even sleeping in a sleeping bag at the foot of Quinn's bed. It was odd and Rachel thought highly unprofessional but she trusted that Brittany hadn't lied when she said that Andrew was the only person who could help Quinn out of her catatonic state.

At first they'd tried asking Brittany questions, they were all so confused about what was happening, but Brittany was a sealed vault. All she would say was that Andrew was Quinn's long time therapist and that Quinn had been diagnosed with severe depression and panic attacks during college, conditions that were well managed but Quinn still struggled with to this day.

"Brittany could you come with me?" Andrew's deep baritone voice startled Rachel from her musing and she turned to see Brittany standing. The twosome disappeared up the stairs and Rachel sighed.

"This is crazy." She finally admitted to the others in the room. "I feel completely lost and useless right now. Quinn saves my daughter's life and all I can do is sit down here and wait while she breaks down upstairs." Fury and desperation lace her words. "Why can't we help her?"

Finn pulled her into his chest and she cried. She didn't really even know why she was crying. It wasn't like she and Quinn were that close. They hadn't talked in ten years. But there was always something about Quinn about their relationship to each other that made Rachel feel special. It was she who back in the day, when they were naïve youths, who could get the proverbial Ice Queen to open up. It was she who had heartfelt, intense, personal conversations with the blonde in the school bathrooms. Now she was relegated to nothing. It hurt and Rachel knew it was selfish to feel that way, but she couldn't help it. She'd always treasured those memories where she had been Quinn's white knight. Now it was all for not.

"I have a feeling we will have our time." Santana replied from across the room. The Latina had been very quiet and reserved since the two military men dropped another bomb on Quinn. Rachel assumed it was even harder for Santana to not be able to help Quinn, especially when her wife seemed to be an integral part of Quinn's recovery in the past and now.

An hour later Brittany came down and wordless took Santana's hand and pulled her along upstairs. Jealousy washed over Rachel briefly before quickly reseeding, Santana was Quinn's best friend. Maybe Santana was right, they would all get their chance to help Quinn, to pay Anonymous back for all she'd done for them.

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Brittany had pulled Santana to Quinn's door and stopped. "What's going on B?"

"Quinn wants to talk to you."

Santana was shocked. She hadn't expected Quinn would want to see her. "Sure, she's talking?"

Brittany gave her a small smile, "Yeah today is a much better day. She, she wants to explain everything to you all but she wants to talk to you first. So just please keep an open mind and try and keep your emotions in check no matter what she says. Can you stay calm for me and rein in the Mama Bear you are at heart."

Santana hated the idea that she would go all Mama Bear at what Quinn was going to tell her but she found herself nodding to her beautiful wife and kissing her cheek, "I promise."

Brittany pushed open the door and Santana saw Quinn sitting up in bed, Andrew sitting before her their hands intertwined. The squeak of the door drew the blondes attention and she looked up. Her eyes though not as dead and lifeless as they'd appeared a few days ago still seemed distant, her thin smile a poor substitute for the megawatt smile that Quinn would bestow when truly happy. "Hey Q, how you feeling?"

"Better. Sorry for…"

Santana waved her hand in the air dismissing anything that was about to come out of Quinn's mouth, "It's cool. It's been a tough week. So what's up, you summoned me my Captain."

Quinn giggled and patted the spot to her right. Andrew had moved to a chair in the far corner of the room as Santana took the spot indicated by Quinn, Brittany took up residence on Quinn's left. "San, I want you to know how much I love you."

Santana's throat instantly began to tighten, "Love you too, Q."

"I know you do, and that was why it was so hard to cut myself from your life. Luckily I had Brit to keep me abreast of what you were accomplishing all the great things you were doing. I was so proud to hear you'd made it into Columbia Law."

Squeezing her eyes tight Santana asked the one question that had been buzzing around her head since hearing that Brittany was in contact with Quinn. "Why then Quinn? I know we had a fight, but we always fought. I didn't think it would be the end of our friendship. Why did you leave me behind?"

"I didn't do it because I wanted too, but because I needed too. I'm going to explain it to you all soon, but I need you to know that cutting you out was the hardest. I nearly called you so many times, but I couldn't not if I wanted to get into a place where we could be best friends again. I was willing to give up a few years to gain a lifetime. I just hope you can forgive me for my selfishness." Quinn sounded so torn and sorry. Santana had already begun to forgive her old friend, but here and now she finally did. Whatever had caused Quinn to run, no not run, but stay away to rebuild herself, it had to be huge, it had to be terrible.

"I do, I mean I already have. You're my Quinn, you always will be. We were and always will be the Unholy Trinity."

Quinn rested her head on Santana's shoulder and sighed, "S there is one more thing."

"Yes."

"I want you to promise that no matter what I say in the next hour or so, that you will never doubt that I love you, that I have always been alright with who you are. Nothing I have done is a reflection on my feelings towards your and Brittany's character."

Santana tensed up, what the hell did that mean. In all their years as friends, even when she was being a major closeted bitch did Santana doubt that Quinn had a problem with her character or judged her. Quinn could be uptight and ridged in high school, but she was never judgmental at least towards Santana. "Okay I have no clue what that means but I promise to keep my cool, if that is what you are asking for."

"It is. Thank you."

They laid there in silence the Unholy Trinity once again reunited and cuddled on one bed. It was cathartic to them all. The simple and effortless way they could heal each other, comfort each other with no words, just be with one another was still there and it was refreshing and relief for Santana to know.

Finally Quinn shifted, her eyes landing on Andrew, "I'm ready, bring in the others."

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