AN: Day 36! New Glee is tomorrow! Gah! So much anticipation! Special thanks to: The T.M, LaurenKnight13, livbuk1900, Master Moon, free4hmax, AngelKruger for the amazing reviews. This story happened when I heard the rumor that Finn tells Quinn to stand up. I hope you like it!

Stand Up

"Why don't you just stand up?"

A shocked silence settled over the rest of the glee club as the lumbering boy continued his rant.

"Come on, Quinn!"

Quinn blinked at him, "What the hell-?"

"You heard me! Don't sit there and tell me I'm a bad boyfriend! Stand up and say it to my face!"

"I can't, you idiot!" Quinn balked, "Because if you haven't noticed, which you probably haven't because you only ever think of yourself, I'm in a fucking wheelchair! Because I was trying to get to the wedding you pressured Rachel into!"

"I didn't pressure her-!"

"Like hell you didn't! She's more than you'll ever be and you know it! You couldn't stand the idea of her growing bigger than you and growing out of you so you had to find a way to keep her back! 'Cause your selfish! Good thing you can't last long enough to even be inside her or you'd probably try to get her pregnant too!"

Finn's face was red in anger and he made to kick at her chair but she wheeled away quickly and he ended up kicking over the piano bench instead.

"Finn, that's enough!" Rachel said grasping his arm. He spun around quickly like he was going to hit the brunette and she cowered.

Finn looked a her and lowered his hand. "Sorry, Rach. I wouldn't...I couldn't-"

"Finn," Rachel said calmly, "Don't say or do anything else that you'll regret."

She handed her his wedding ring and walked over to Quinn, grasping the handles of her chair.

"Now, we're leaving. Please don't try and contact me, I need time to myself. If you show up at my home, please remember that Daddy has been wanting to try out his new shotgun."

She began to wheel Quinn out of the choir room but Finn stepped in front of them.

"Rachel, what are you doing? You cant just leave. I can't take the ring back it's been over thirty days-"

"That's for you to figure out yourself, Finn. Now please, move."

Finn blinked at the two girls stupidly until Mr. Schue came and pulled him away. Quinn just looked at the boy as they left the choir room. She could hear Santana saying something to Finn but she couldn't make it out. Hopefully it was something bitchy. She let Rachel wheel her in silence, not really sure what to say either way.

They ended up in the auditorium, Rachel taking the wheelchair ramp until they were on the stage. She stopped wheelchair at the piano bench and took a seat on it. Quinn watched her fingers ghost lightly over the keys in no particular routine and she locked off the wheels of her wheelchair, leaning forward to pull herself on the bench.

"Do you need help?" Rachel asked, her arms outstretched like she was just waiting for her to fall. Quinn gave her a small smile and shook her head, using her arms as leverage as she dragged her legs to the front of the bench ad she deposited herself on the seat. Sharp pain shot up her legs from disuse and she winced.

Rachel looked concerned and Quinn smiled in reassurance.

"It's fine, really," Quinn said nudging her with her shoulder and doing her best to turn her body towards her, "The better question is if you're okay."

Almost immediate Rachel's face crumpled and she began sobbing. Quinn put her arms around the small brunette and pulled her tight against her. Rachel balled the taller girl's shirt in her fists and Quinn could feel tears soaking her shirt. A jolt of excitement ran up Quinn's spine when she felt Rachel nuzzle into her neck and she immediately felt guilty. She chastised herself for not being able to keep her hormones under control while Rachel was crying on her, clearly upset that she just broke up with her fiancé.

"It's okay, Rach," Quinn said trying to resist the urge to kiss the side of her head, "Finn is just...Finn. You'll get over him soon."

Rachel pulled back as looked at her, "Finn?"

"Isn't he why you're crying?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, Quinn. I...I was over Finn a long time ago, I think. I'm just relieved he's out of my life."

"Then why are you crying?"

Rachel took a shaky breath, "Because of you, Quinn. Because you're in this chair and it's my fault. It's my fault you can't walk and end your Senior year with the Cheerios like you wanted. I shouldn't have said yes to Finn. I shouldn't have gone through with the wedding, I should have just told you that-"

Rachel clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide before collapsing back into Quinn. She rubbed her back and tried to soothe her.

"You should have told me what?" Quinn pried.

Rachel looked up at her and played with the collar of Quinn's shirt, "That...that Finn was never the one. I knew that a long time ago I think. I was just with him because-"

Rachel bit her lip and searched hazel eyes.

"Because what?" Quinn asked, her stomach turning in knots.

"Because I didn't want him with you. That's the same reason I dated Puck. I couldn't stand to see you with someone else. Someone that wasn't me. I think I just started to believe my own delusions at one point and tricked myself into thinking I loved Finn. I figured you would never love me and he was a nice boy. And now look where we are! You got in an accident because I was stupid and let Finn tell me we should get married and now I'm here crying my confession into your shirt and you probably hate me now and-"

Quinn silenced Rachel's ramblings with her lips, pressing them firmly against hers. Rachel seemed shocked at first but then relaxed into the kiss, tangling Quinn's hair in her fingers and drawing closer to her until she was practically in her lap. For the first time since her accident, Quinn felt light and worry free like she could dance a marathon. She was pretty sure her heart was about to fly out of her chest but she tried to focus on Rachel's body against hers.

They pulled back breathlessly, their foreheads together and smiles gracing their lips. Rachel ran her hands through Quinn's hair, pulling affectionately at the short strands. Quinn looked at her swollen lips and kissed her again, unable to get enough. It was clear that Rachel would soon be her favorite taste in the entire world. She was already addicted. When they pulled apart again Quinn resisted the urge to go back in.

"So," Quinn said biting her bottom lip, "Finn-?"

Rachel shook her head and played with the hairs on the back of Quinn's neck, "Finn who?"

Quinn kissed Rachel even harder this time.