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"Wake up."

"Wake up." Seeing that her current tactic was getting her nowhere the woman decided to include a little more force into her technique. Reaching out with her hand she grasped the blondes shoulder and began to shake it, all the while mindful of the tinny brunette in her arms still in recovery.

"Wake up." Groaning Quinn turned to find out who was behind the noise. Whoever it was was adamant in waking her up and had been at the tasks for the last few minutes successfully making it impossible for Quinn to drift back to sleep. Although the room was dark she knew she was still in the hospital, looking up she could roughly make out the outline of a person standing over her, judging by its petite stature it was more likely than not to be a nurse.

"Yes," she asked the stranger unconsciously tightening her grip on the girl besides her as she did so.

"It's almost seven. The doctor will be around in a minute for his morning routine, we'll all get in trouble if he sees you here." The nurse told her apologetically.

Nodding, Quinn slowly disentangled herself from her wife and began to thanking the nurse for telling her and allowing her to stay. After receiving a guarantee from Quinn she would be on her way as soon as she had her belongings the nurse left. Finally slipping on the last of her shoes Quinn made her way to leave; only momentarily stopping to place a brief kiss on her wife's forehead. It wasn't until she looked down did she realise Rachel was awake.

Rachel had wakened sensing movement around her; opening her tired eyes she caught a glimpse of blonde hair. She was about to speak up and plead with Quinn to stay when she suddenly felt cool lips press against her temple. When Quinn pulled back Rachel was left instantly craving more, like an addict she no longer held control over her body, giving into impulse she leaned forward capturing Quinn's lips in her own. She allowed herself to get lost in the kiss, it was something she had been dying to do, she had almost driven herself to the point of insanity during glee with the amount of times she had imaged this, the feel of Quinn's lips, the taste. Pulling apart her eyes found Quinn's, the look in them told her Quinn had enjoyed it just as much as she had.

"I love you," Quinn was surprised to hear to Rachel's words; she had been trying to go slow, cautious of how much contact Rachel would be comfortable with. She had been content with the simple things, like the caress of the hand or peck on the cheek, comforting and friendly gestures. It appeared Rachel however was unhappy with the pace she was travelling at therefore feeling the need to encourage her along. "I love you too," she whispered back, her words carried such passion Rachel was unable to prevent the tears from falling.

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"Next customer please," Looking up from the email she was typing Quinn realised the barista was talking to her. Walking forward she placed her order and handed over money, stepping aside to allow the person behind her to order she began to wait patiently for her coffee. Focusing her attention back on to her phone she continued typing - oblivious to the teenage girls chatting excitedly behind her.

"Excuse me," one of the girls finally spoke up, after much encouragement from her friends, "are you Quinn Fabray, Rachel Fabray's wife?"

Too shy to produce a verbal answer Quinn settled for nodding. Oh how she wished Rachel was with her. Unlike in high school, Quinn no longer enjoyed the spot light, gone were the days of HBIC and prom queen. Fans, reporters, journalists, they were all Rachel's forte, her job was to remain silent, to hold her wife's purse and stand by her side, offering her support and cheering her on. It wasn't as though Rachel had forced her in to that role and it wasn't as if it had always been that way, but as soon as Rachel became more famous, the press had been giving Rachel a lot more attention. And with two dominant personalities the media were able to become creative; they had had many forms of scandal written about them. However just because she took a step back where the public was concerned didn't mean that privately their relationship became any more unequal, they were still a team, all decisions made together. And professionally, in her own field of work, she also excelled. Her hard work and dedication had made her one of the most sought after architects in America, and although her work wasn't quite as glamorous as her wife's, she loved her job. And each time she was given a promotion or received an award, Rachel was just as proud of her and would cheer just as loudly as Quinn when it was Rachel being given the recognition.

"Oh my god that's sooo cool, I own every movie she's ever been in and I've saw her in concert like twice. My names Amelia, please tell her I'm her biggest fan. By the way I cried for like two days when I heard about the accident and then like, cried again for a whole other day when I heard she had woken up. But the second time was because I was happy not because I was sad."

Nodding again Quinn didn't like how she had suddenly become the centre of attention; it appeared everyone in the coffee shop was suddenly interested in hearing Quinn response. "Thank you, I'm sure she will be happy to hear that her fans are missing her." And Quinn wasn't lying, Rachel loved her fans, she loved the joy and excitement she brought to their lives and always had the time for them. Whether it was to sign an autograph, take a photo, read a letter, answer their questions or give them advice.

Quinn had never been as thankful as when her order was called out; rushing forward she all but snatched the cardboard container out of the baristas hand, throwing a small smile in the direction of her wife's young admirers' she retreated out the store. She carried on walking down the street and into the hospital, through the lobby and down the corridors, mindful to keep her head down hoping nobody else would notice her. Placing the container down on her wife's bed side table, she removed her cup and settled into a chair and began to read through her paper as she waited for Rachel to return from her doctor's consultation.

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"Know Rachel, follow the light please?" Doing as the doctor instructed Rachel stared at the small torch in front of her, copying its movements she felt pride when she saw the doctor nod his head with approval. After making a quick note then doctor began to ask more questions.

"What day is it Rachel?"

"Yesterday was December 15th, a Friday, which would mean today is the 4th, a Saturday," she recalled out loud. When she received no correction she knew she had gotten it right.

"Can you tell me what you had for breakfast yesterday morning?" Question after question he asked her, going through the days, weeks events. The repetitiveness of their appointment did annoy Rachel however she remained calm and never complained knowing whatever it was they were doing had a purpose and would make her better. As soon as the doctor began asking her questions from further than a few weeks ago, the point in which she woke from her coma she found herself unable to answer any more questions. Upon reaching this point Rachel expected him to call their appointment to an end just like he usually did but was surprised when instead started to ask questions he had never asked before.

"And Quinn, I know you can't remember her, but how do you feel around her? Happy, content, safe?"

Unsure where the doctor was heading Rachel was at first hesitant in replying. "Yes, all those things. I love her. It may not sound a lot to you, you will probably think it's just me acting like the teenager I still think I am, me being over the top, foolish and irresponsible. I've told her, acted on it too, but I don't think she realises how much yet either. But although I can't remember her or are memorises together, the way my heart beats when I see her, the way my body reacts to her touch, just me and the way I am around her..." Rachel trailed off lost in her own thought.

Judging by the expression on the doctor's face he had obviously not expected her to be so open. She didn't mind telling him these things, she had known for a while now; she had talked about it with her therapist, after the whole kiss incident and had been encouraged to accept her emotions and act on her feelings because although they may not make sense to her at the moment, they will eventually. After the advice she became more confident and assertive around Quinn. Kisses, hugs, cuddles – although for Quinn it must have felt as though they were starting over again she didn't complain, she was just happy to have the woman she loved love her back.

"That's great," he told her, genuinely happy for the girl. "That actually makes what I'm about to discuss with you a whole lot easier. Your other doctors and I, in addition to feedback we received from your psychiatrists and nurses believe that we have done all we can from here and any progress you are yet to make has a better chance of happening away from here. Of course we will still insist on seeing you from time to time, to check on progress and how you are adapting. But Rachel, how would you feel about getting out of here, going home?"

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Returning to her room Rachel had been in a daze, the doctor's offer still in mind. She had asked him for a while to consider, she had to talk about this with Quinn.

"This tastes different." Rachel observed as she took a sip from the cup Quinn had handed her, sitting down opposite her wife she held her hand out ready for the entertainment section. Rachel had been awake almost two weeks now and every day without fail Quinn had been to visit her, they had soon found themselves slipping into a routine. After being woken, Rachel would start each morning by going off to her appointments, test, whatever she had scheduled for the day. Returning she would find Quinn waiting for her with breakfast. Breakfast was something Quinn insisted on brining to Rachel every morning claiming hospital food was disgusting. They would drink their coffee and eat their muffins whilst reading the paper, taking turns to read each section then swapping. After breakfast she would go was and get changed while Quinn would wait for her in her room and complete work; check drawings, answer e-mails, nothing too involved but enough to help out and keep the pressure off her co-workers. Once Rachel returned they would test her memories, photos, videos, movies, so far unfortunately they had made no progress. At the first signs of distress Quinn would call an end to their experiment and would whisk Rachel off to the canteen for lunch, completely contradicting her earlier statement about breakfast. Afternoons were a surprise for Rachel, Quinn held complete control over the schedule, some days the blonde would organise a visit from a friend or family member, other days she might have sweet talked an orderly into allowing them outside for an hour or two. It was during this time alone that Rachel felt as though she was getting to know the real Quinn, the time she spent all day looking forward to and would replay over and over in her mind. Like the time they wrapped up in hats and scarves and went on adventure through the park and the time Quinn took her to see a movie and reached out for Rachel's hand when a preview for a new horror made her jump.

"That's because it is, it's a gingerbread latte, it's almost Christmas so of course they bring out all crazy flavours, you tryed it last year and after one sip declared it your favourite drink ever. I thought you might like a treat, something new in a sense," unable to read the expression on Rachel's face Quinn quickly backpedalled, "But if you don't like it you can have mine, or I can go get you another, it was a stupid-"

"No, it's delicious, thank you. I just found it endearing that you remembered something I must have told you so long ago," Rachel reassured her quickly hoping to cut off her wife's rambling. Seeing that Quinn was about to go back to her paper Rachel decided now while she still had her attention would be the best time to discuss her doctor's recent proposal. "I had Dr Davis today; he said it was okay for me to return home?"

Seeing her wife's face light up at the idea Rachel's decision was made, she wanted to return home. She wasn't naive though, she recognised it would be hard, living together as wife and wife, going back to normality and real life, it would be scary, not to mention hard. She wasn't fazed however, she could do anything, she was Rachel Fabray after all.

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"I'm so excited; I'm going to be home for Christmas?" Packing her wife's suitcase Quinn nodded along with her wife. No, Rachel hadn't regained her memory, but she was coming home. Three weeks ago she had to contemplate life without her soul mate, Two weeks ago she had to accept the fact her wife had no recall of the last ten years of her life, A few days ago she didn't know how long her wife would live in hospital for, now, today, they were heading home, just in time to celebrate Christmas.

"What's our usual routine for Christmas?" Rachel asked curiously, "And let's not forgets that I'm Jewish, things must get confusing?"

Although the question was purely innocent, Quinn froze. To answer truthfully she would have to include Beth. Quinn had already told Rachel of the story involving Beth, and although her Rachel was perfectly happy with the arrangement she realised the Rachel she now lived with was still the seventeen year old girl whose own mother had abandoned her for another child. Quinn had explained to Rachel how Beth played a huge part in Rachel and Quinn getting together, how the hard times she had and turned to Rachel during involved her and Puck trying to gain back custody of their child. They had won it eventually; it had been a long and hard battle, them being awarded it when Shelby proved yet again how she was an unfit mother, too career orientated to provide all the love and attention the baby craved. With Quinn being homeless however, parents thrown her out when admitting to being gay, living in Santana's house, no financial support (only making it to college through a series of scholarships) Puck became her main guardian. Quinn and Rachel were always there for Beth, they were and still are her Mama and Mommy, and not a day went by without even a phone call between the child and her mothers. When Quinn had shown Rachel a picture of the small eleven year old and told her how worried she was and wanted to travel over here to check she was alright Rachel began to cry and demanded to meet her. Although this all reassured her she knew there is a difference when it came to hearing about something and then learning how it fit into and moulded their lives.

"Well, we usually start the festive season off in Lima, head over there for Hanukkah and Thanksgiving to spend some time with Beth. We usually stay there until Christmas Break starts then bring her back to New York and keep her with us until school starts back again."

Rachel was unfazed the mention of Beth, coming from her own negative experience she was glad that the little girl had so many people who loved and cared about her, who could offer her support and guidance. In the picture she saw a mini Quinn, blonde hair, hazel eyes but that infamous Puckerman smirk could be seen clearly on her face, if she had played as much as a role in the younger girl's life as Quinn had claimed to she wanted to see if Beth was in any way similar to her. Secretly, she had been a little disappointed to learn she and Quinn didn't have any more children, she always wanted to be a mom, she thought both her and Quinn would have been good mothers, she reminded herself to ask Quinn that one day. Still excited about Christmas she decided not to ask about it now and had far more pressing questions to ask.

"What do we do? Do we have any traditions?"

Giving up on packing, knowing Rachel wouldn't stop until she receive the answers she wanted

"Of course we do," Quinn told her with a smile. Christmas was both their favourite time of year, spending little time with Beth during the year and with usually having busy schedules they tried to dedicate as much time together during that period as possible. "The house is usually decorated by now, but we never put the tree up until Christmas Eve. Beth still believes in Santa, well at least she still did last year, so we do the letter, the cookies and milk, the costume," Quinn let out a giggle, obviously recalling a memory, "While she's with us she insists on you taking her to watch every show out, on Broadway or off, one of your more favourite traditions I might add. On Christmas Day after opening presents we-"

"I've changed my mind," Rachel said interrupting Quinn, "I don't want to hear to hear, let them be a surprise." Nodding Quinn finished packing Rachel's bag, the quicker they finished the quicker they could go home.