There was no salvaging night of neglect. So I'm just skipping to born this way, which will be a few chapters. Since it is a whole wapping 10 min longer than ususal. Which I think will be a good one since we have I feel pretty/Unpretty. The one and only Faberry duet and best song on glee. There is a lot of Faberry in this episode, but also potential since I'm taking Finn out and putting Quinn in. So you'll see my spin on the episode and I hope you like it. Again sorry for the delay, and as always than you for your comments. Reading your comments and seeing more people follow my story has kept me going. I'm slowly getting to the end, but I will not give up until I get through this season and I'm satisfied with my story. Anyways enjoy.
After the failed fundraising event, night of neglect, Mr. Shue was pushing the glee club. Yes they did earn enough money for the Brainiacs to go to Detroit, but not enough for the glee club to go to Nationals in New York. They were still working on ideas and ways to earn money, but for now they were going to focus on the competition. So Mr. Shuster had the club meet in the auditorium to work on their dancing, with what he called Booty camp. There was Brittany and Mike that could dance amazing. But some people like Finn, needed a lot of work.
They get two steps in, and Finn wasn't paying attention, and swung his left arm back, right into Rachel's face. She went down holding her nose. Finn is in shock as everyone stops. Quinn is the first one to Rachel's side.
"I'm so sorry," Finn says kneeling behind Quinn but still next to Rachel. "Are you ok?"
Rachel moves her hand away from her face just enough to see red. "I'm bleeding" she replies, with panic in her voice.
Mr. Shuster comes behind Rachel and places his hands on her biceps, "Let's get you to a doctor."
"I got it Mr. Shue," Quinn says as they help Rachel to stand. "Come on Rachel let's go to the nurse's office, then I'll take you to the doctor."
Rachel gives a small nod, and leans into Quinn as she guides her off stage.
"Do you think you'll be ok to walk to the nurse?" Quinn asks as they enter the hallway.
Rachel let out a small laugh. "I hurt my nose, not my knees Quinn."
"That's not what I mean. Do you feel light headed or dizzy? Do you feel like you're going to pass out? Does the sight of blood bother you? You sounded freaked when you said you were bleeding," Quinn clarified.
"I'm fine Quinn. No dizziness, or light headedness. Blood doesn't bother me; I've skinned my knees on many occasions. I can walk to the nurse's office then you're car. Why are we going to her first anyways? Why don't we just leave? I need a doctor, and it's after hours."
"I just want to clean you up a little, and get an ice pack. Your nose is going to swell. So it'll help to keep it as the cute Rachel nose."
Rachel smiled at the comment. "You need to stop being cutesy."
They had finally reached the nurse's office. Before entering Quinn looked at Rachel, "Why do you want me to stop being me?"
"I want you to be you. But when you're being cute all the time I just want to kiss you in response. And I can't do that right now." Rachel frowned.
Quinn smiled and placed a kiss on Rachel's temple. "I'm sorry I make your life so difficult," Quinn replied sarcastically.
The nurse gave Rachel an ice pack, and Quinn helped to clean up the blood before making their way to her red Bug. Quinn called Rachel's balding father Hiram, and told him what happened to Rachel. He suggested taking her to a plastic surgeon to be on the safe side, in case surgery was required for the injury. He got in touch with Leroy, and they were going to meet them at the office.
Rachel smiled at Quinn from the passenger seat. She had caring nature and a knack for first aid. "Have you considered going into the medical field?" Rachel asked out of nowhere.
"Excuse me?" Quinn replied.
"Have you thought about going into the medical field?" Rachel asked again.
"Honestly I haven't thought about anything for my future yet."
"Well you should," Rachel said shifting to better talk to Quinn. "This is the second time you've taken care of me physically. You have a caring heart. And you already have a pretty good amount of knowledge on first aid and anatomy. I could see you being a nurse or a doctor."
"Doctor Lucy Quinn Fabray," Quinn tested seeing how the words sounded.
"Lucy?" Rachel asked.
"I meant Quinn Lucy Fabray," Quinn quickly recovered. "Look we're here. Do you want to stay until your dads come?"
"No, I just want you to stay by my side. You can hear everything. You'll probably understand it better than me anyways," Rachel joked.
The girls exited the vehicle and Quinn grasped Rachel's hand as they walked into the office. Rachel refused to let go of Quinn unless necessary. Which was only when Rachel had an X-ray to see the damage.
They were in the exam room waiting when Quinn received another text message.
"Finn?" Rachel asked, as Quinn reached for her phone.
"How'd you guess?" Quinn asked sarcastically.
"He feels guilty."
"He should. I mean we all know he's a bad dancer. And he's so freakishly tall; he should've kept more space between everyone."
"Quinn he didn't see me behind him," Rachel tried to counter.
"Exactly my point," Quinn argued. "How is she? Is it broken? Is she going to need surgery?" Quinn read her text to Rachel.
"He's freaking." Rachel said in response.
"I should make him feel horrible, saying that you need emergency surgery," Quinn joked.
"Don't you dare, it'll crush him. Then ruin our chances at Nationals," Rachel scolded.
"It's nice to hear the old Rachel from time to time. And don't worry, I told him we're still waiting on the doctor."
"Do you think it's broken?" Rachel asked looking down at their intertwined hands.
Quinn inhaled a deep breath. She was going to respond when the doctor burst in saying "It's broken."
Quinn rolled her eyes, now she remembered why she never thought of the medical field. Doctors have no bedside manner, especially a plastic surgeon.
While still looking at the X-ray he continued. "It's a clean break. So I won't have to set it. Considering your deviated septum I'd consider this a terrific opportunity for a little vanity adjustment."
Quinn rolled her eyes. Of course he would suggest that. That is how plastic surgeons make their money. From elective surgeries, which falls under vanity adjustment. Insurance won't pay for it; it comes directly out of the patient's pocket. Quinn wanted to pull Rachel out of the office before he said anything else.
Rachel was in shock. "Are you suggesting that I get a nose job?"
The doctor continued his pitch. "You're 16 right? That's when I gave my daughters theirs."
17 asshole Quinn thought in her head.
"It's like a rite of passage for Jewish girls." He finished.
Rachel didn't like his pitch. "First of all, I like how I look." Rachel started her counter.
That's my girl. I love the way you look, Quinn thought as she gave Rachel's hand a reassuring squeeze.
The doctor then looked next to Rachel at Quinn. Seeing not missing their hands intertwined. "She you're girlfriend?" He asked.
"It's none of your business," Quinn countered. She saw Rachel stiffen at the response. "But yes," Quinn finished. She lifted Rachel's hand to her lips and gave her a kiss.
"You have a beautiful nose," he told Quinn.
"Okay, and second of all," Rachel interrupted. "I don't want to do anything that's going to affect my voice. My Broadway career depends on it."
"Doesn't impact the voice," he replied waving his hand. "That's just a myth. The fact is, opening up that septum might allow you to take in more air per breath, which means bigger belts on your high notes."
Don't fall for it Rachel Quinn thought. She wished Rachel could read her mind.
"But Barbra…" Rachel started.
"Is great." The doctor interrupted. "She's also one in a million. The fact is, if you really want to be an actress, you might want to consider looking and sounding the best that you can. I got an appointment open next week. Can I sign you up?"
Before Rachel could comprehend what she was doing she nodded her head yes. Rachel knew she would have to talk to her dads, but she had a week to figure it out. Quinn's heart sank. She never told Rachel that she had gotten a nose job before she transferred to McKinley. It was a long, shameful story that she was afraid to tell her girlfriend. The reality was she had a lot more in common with Rachel than she knew. Since she did a 180 physical transformation, she wouldn't stand in her girlfriend's way.
"So what do you think?" Rachel asked as they walked out of the office.
"Uhm I think you are beautiful the way you are," Quinn replied.
Rachel bumped Quinn with her hip. "I know you think I'm pretty. But this is more about having the minor surgery to repair my deviated septum."
Quinn took a deep breath and let it out. They reached her car, and Quinn didn't unlock it yet. She leaned against the passenger door to look Rachel in the eyes.
"I love you Rachel. I love you the way you are. I can argue one way, and you're going to argue the other. And we'll be standing here until we turn blue from the cold. So I will stand by you, Rachel. Whatever you decide I will hold your hand and be by your side."
Tears welled up in Rachel's eye. She stepped closer to Quinn and wrapped her arms around her neck. Quinn reciprocated, wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist. Rachel pulled away and leaned forward placing a very light chaste kiss on Quinn's lips to keep from hurting her nose.
"I have one more favor to ask…"
The next day at glee Rachel stood up in front of her peers and told them her nose was broken. And that she is considering having surgery. Of course Santana had to point out she is getting a nose job. Quinn remained quiet. Since she agreed to stand by Rachel and help her. Rachel continued to argue that it was more to help her career and would help the club win at nationals. So it was a win-win argument. To Rachel's surprise it was Santana that came to her defense. Stating that everyone in the club has something they hate about themselves. And if you don't like it change it.
Mr. Shuster had enough of the self-hate talk and finally stepped in. He argued that the thing that they hated about themselves was the best thing about them. Mercedes countered that at McKinley that was the thing they used to crush their spirit.
When the bell finally rang, everyone filed out feeling bad about the way they looked.
"Hey Quinn, can I talk to you?" Finn asked giving her arm a small slap.
"Sure what's up?" Quinn asked slinging her bag over her shoulder. Rachel walked over to them grabbing her bag. She continued to stand there waiting for Quinn to stand.
Finn leaned to Quinn's ear, and whispered, "Alone."
Quinn nodded, and turned her attention to Rachel. "Hey, uhm, can you give us a minute? I'll meet you by my car."
Rachel eyed Finn, then back at her girlfriend. She wasn't concerned Finn would try to steal Quinn, he practically pushed them together. But she didn't like being excluded, because that could only mean one thing.
"Fine," Rachel replied and stormed out of the choir room.
Quinn turned her attention to Finn. "Thanks for putting me in the dog house."
"Sorry, I just wanted to know you're input on this," Finn replied.
"On what?" Quinn asked.
"On Rachel getting a nose job."
Quinn looked at the door then back at Finn. She let out a sigh before replying. "Honestly I love her the way she is, with the big Jewish nose and all. But I also know Rachel is incredibly stubborn. I'm not going to sit here and tell her not to change because I want her to stay the same. That goes against what I told her months ago when she was all alone. Also it'd make me a hypocrite."
"Why would that make you a hypocrite?" Finn asked.
Quinn didn't know what has gotten into her. That is the second time in 24 hours she had slipped about her past.
"Nothing, I have to go," Quinn stood and left the choir room without a glance back.