A/N: A short chapter to tide you over until the next one. Sorry, I've been such a failure about updating. Someone needs to remind me more often! Haha. Comments and reviews are always appreciated.

The rain was coming down fairly hard outside. Rachel couldn't really place the feeling in her stomach. She'd felt immediately nauseous the second she received Santana's phone call. Everything had been happening at such a fast pace, even before the accident. One second Quinn Fabray didn't want to partner with her, then she was becoming her person, now they were going on secret dates and kissing. It felt like she had been dropped into a parallel universe. She hadn't even had a real chance to think on it.

The girls had finally gotten everyone to go home to get some sleep after they got their chance to see the blonde. Even Santana began to tear up when she saw her best friend in one piece; it'd been an emotionally high-strung evening. Quinn was allowed one over night guest and though Judy was worried she couldn't trust her daughter with anyone else but Rachel. The injured blonde had quickly drifted back to sleep exhausted after they left, but Rachel couldn't find it in herself to calm down. She'd been so tense. She felt as though she should be relieved, but now her thoughts were controlling her.

"What are you thinking about?" Quinn asked quietly, pulling Rachel from her thoughts.

"When did you wake up?" She asked, walking away from the rain stained window she was peering out of.

"A little while ago," the blonde answered, readjusting in her hospital bed slowly. "Is it less creepy if I say I was admiring your beauty rather than watching you?" Rachel shook her head slowly as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, it was a long shot."

"Have you put much thought into this?" The brunette asked as she gestured between them.

"Of course I have, I told you you were all I thought about over the summer—"

"I know what you've said, Quinn, but have you really thought about what us being together means?" Rachel interrupted starting to sound a bit annoyed.

"Where is this coming from?" she questioned with sad eyes. Rachel sighed and turned away to the window again.

"I was so worried about you tonight, I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest… Do you get that?"

"I didn't mean to scare you…" Quinn tried to calm her.

"No, I don't think you get it. I've never felt so panicked ever. Panic isn't really the Rachel Berry way, but then again neither is spontaneity. And that is what all of this seems, spontaneous. This wasn't supposed to happen, do you understand that? We weren't supposed to be friends, let alone romantically involved!" Quinn stifled a giggle over the diva's word choice. "Do you think this is funny? Because I don't think it is. Is this simple to you? Some high school fling? Am I going to be another one of your mistakes?"

"Ouch." The girl sat in silence. "Rach," she treaded lightly, "we are just getting into this…"

"Exactly, Quinn. This is Rachel Berry you are dealing with. I'm not Puck or even Santana. My emotions can't be thrown aside. I'm not Sam or dopey Finn. I'm a handful. I am emotions, and dreams, and excessive planning! We've only been together for like a day and I'm already this upset. Give it a week and I'll be planning our wedding. I'm overzealous and I fall hard. And with you it feels worse than ever. I'm not sure I can come back from this. So if you aren't all in it, if this is just spontaneous for you, then can we just not?"

"Winter, please."

"Winter what?" Rachel asked exasperated.

"I've always wanted a winter wedding, keep it in mind next week…" Quinn smiled.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, QUINN!" the brunette yelled.

"Will you keep your voice down? I'm not trying to be funny, Rachel. I am trying to show you that I'm all in. So will you just come here!" She commanded as she scooted over on the hospital bed. Rachel approached her slowly with full on puppy dog eyes. As the girl sat down Quinn wrapped her good arm around her waste and pulled her in close. "Why are you doing this? Why are you pushing me away already?" She whispered.

"I'm scared…"

"Me too."

"I was afraid I'd never see you again, but then almost worse than that I was afraid you'd lose your short term memory. What if I got to the hospital and you didn't remember what had happened the last few months?" A single tear escaped the soft brown eyes. "Now that I've had you, I can't go back…"

"Rachel, I think I've always liked you, as messed up as that is. There is no way I could ever forget what has happened, the way your lips feel, the way your heart beats when I hold you, and the way you smile when we're together. You save a smile just for me."

"But what if…"

"There is no what if with us, babe. We're a sure thing." Quinn placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. "You're pretty crazy, you know that right? You aren't worried about my health, just that I'd forget about you," she chuckled.

"It's not like that I just—"

"I'm kidding, okay? Can you just lay with me for a while? I'm exhausted and my head hurts." The blonde pleaded. "Your overzealous planning self is making my head spin!"

"Yeah, we should get some sleep, the sun is starting to rise…" Rachel's statement began trailing off amongst a large yawn. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I move though."

"You're good on this side, come here," Quinn assured her and pulled her closer with what little strength she had. As they laid the bed back some they tangled their legs together and Rachel draped her arm over the other girl's stomach. "This isn't exactly how I imagined our date ending."

"Really? Because in your arms is how I always imagine my nights ending," she sighed.

"Whoa, Miss Sweettalker," Quinn giggled.

"I really like you, Quinn," Rachel stated making eye contact with the girl in the hospital bed next to her.

"I really like you," she smiled, "how'd I get so lucky?"

"You're never driving again…"