A/N: This chapter is the ground to the next. Unfortunately because of time I had to have the rudebox part moved to the next chapter.

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Quinn was sitting in the edge of her bed with Dr. Ramirez in front of her in a chair. She had to stretch her feet in every direction she could for ten minutes as the doctor held her legs, the first exercise of many per day. She was told over and over how unusual it was that she could already move her feet so soon, but for someone who was dreaming of cheerleading, it was hard to be so content over the fact that she had control over her toes again. On a bright side, she loved her doctor, who'd always bring quality Latin music during their meetings so it didn't get too boring. She was under the impression that Santana would love to meet her too if she had a chance.

And somewhere between Ciega, Sordomuda and Inevitable, from Shakira's MTV Unplugged album, the phone started ringing.

"I'll get it", she heard her mom shouting from downstairs. She instantly started praying that it was from the hospital. She was still waiting for their blessing so she could go outside and get back to her life again.

"You're doing great, Quinn", Dr. Ramirez smiled at her.

"Good to know", she replied, not really paying attention. She was trying to listen to what her mother was saying over the phone but she couldn't hear much over the music.

"Yeah, but you need to continue doing it", the doctor was staring at her when she realized she had stopped doing her exercise entirely.

"Sorry", she looked at her again and started over.

"Waiting for the hospital's call?"

"Yes, but I think they're having fun keeping the suspense", she sighed. "They're three days late."

"Don't say that, those things take time", Dr. Ramirez said just before she started humming to the sound of the song. "Besides, you're the first girl I know that's so desperate to go back to school."

"I miss my friends", she said, honestly. "My mom came up with this idea that I need to rest all the time, so I barely see them now."

"You've been home for less than a week, Quinn, I can guarantee you there are some more dramatic situations", she was still smiling, but Quinn got a little offended.

"It doesn't mean that she's right", she said.

"I know", Dr. Ramirez loosened up the grip on her leg a little, "I'm sorry, but your mom is probably just trying to protect you."

Quinn was about to answer that when she heard footsteps approaching her door. She used the control to turn off the music and looked over to her door, crossing her fingers for good news.

"It was from the hospital", her mom said as she came in.

"And? What did they say?", Quinn sounded a little nervous.

"Dr. Hadley said your immune system is ready to go outside", she smiled, "But you need to be surrounded by people in case something happens and you can't forget to take your pills! And only for a few hours a day and only if Dr. Ramirez guarantees that your movements and reflexes are good enough-"

"I guarantee. I can sign your freedom letter if you want to", Dr. Ramirez offered as Quinn's eyes started glowing.

"Thank you! And don't worry, I'll be careful. I have three different alarms for my medicines and I'm exercising all the time!", Quinn sounded just as excited as she felt, "I'll call the boys so they can come tomorrow to help me get to school and when I get to there everyone will look out for me. I'm also an excellent wheelchair driver."

"Seems like you already have everything planned", her mother said, impressed.

"If I didn't, I bet Rachel would help me do a Power Point to show you the reasons why you should let me go back", Quinn giggled because she was too happy to care how this would sound, "Including a handmade drawing of a security plan."

"You don't say", Judy's smile faltered a little. Rachel hadn't been able to see Quinn in her house yet, partially her fault, she had no problems admitting that, but she supposed that now it was a little too late to loosen up the bond they seemed to have forged.

"That doesn't mean you're free for the day, lady", Dr. Ramirez said, tapping on her legs again, "Let's make sure you don't need to use your wheelchair abilities for long."

"Okay, but it's time to play something from my iPod now", she said, too concentrated to see her mother leaving. She put on The Baseballs and imagined herself dancing to the sound of the 50's in a well decorated restaurant.

The next day Puck and Sam were there to help get Quinn out of her room and into the Puckaventure, the 80's car that Puck swore that had seen everything that's worth in the world with its on flashlights.

"Are you sure, honey? You can still go next week", she heard her mom saying as she was already in the backseat, trying to find her seatbelt. She would never, ever stay one minute in a car without one of those.

"I'm sure. Don't worry, I'll call you if anything happens", she said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried. I never want to lose you like that again", her mother said in a very heavy voice, coming closer until she could kiss her forehead.

"I know. I'll text you every hour if it makes you feel better?", Quinn offered as the boys finally could find a way to fit her wheelchair into the trunk.

"Well, I won't know how to reply, but that would be great", she smiled at her and backed up so Sam could come in the passenger's seat.

"We'll take care of her like a sister, promise", he said before closing the door.

"Like a sister, do you hear that Puckerman?", Judy said in a slightly harsh tone as the boy got to her driving seat.

"Copy that!", he answered, trying to resist the urge to call her mom. It would've pushed the boundaries too far.

"We have to go, we're gonna be late", Sam called out.

"Goodbye, sweetheart", Judy said softly before heading back inside.

"Bye, mom. Try to relax", Quinn said before they finally left. It was an advice she could use herself.

"Damn, Quinn, my backs hurts", Puck smiled, "Are you pregnant again?"

She smiled, but was too nervous to actually answer that. It wasn't just that she was going back to school. She had spent the night thinking that this was the first time she was in a car, not an ambulance, but a car, after the accident. She didn't have many memories of the day, specially of her getting hit, but the thought was unsettling for her.

"Dude, she was in a coma", Sam slapped Puck's shoulder when he saw Quinn's reflection in the mirror.

"What? I was just kidding", he replied, turning around to say that to her, "I didn't-"

"For Christ's sake keep your eyes on the road!", she shouted at him, making him turn instantly. Her heart skipped a million beats.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!", he said, still a little scared at the sudden screaming. "I won't say a word from now on. 100% focused."

"If we're gonna do this every day… I'll be the driver next time", Sam sighed, before turning around, "Are you alright?"

"Not really, but thanks for asking", her voice was still trembling a little as she looked at him.

"For what it's worth I think your day will get better-"

"I hope so."

"We have a surprise for you", he kept on, smiling. "We missed you, Quinn."

"Mhmm hm", Puck nodded, trying to keep his promise.

"Yeah, me too", she smiled again, feeling part of her anxiety leave her body.

They got there just in time for Glee club to start. Everyone but Mr. Schue, Finn and Rachel was there, waiting on a semi-circle for her. She couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed, but she tried not to think too much about it. From then on, there was a lot of hugging, a lot of kissing on the cheeks, a lot of screaming and even a 'Welcome Back' cake, which they had bought in the morning so it had already kind of melted.

"Sorry, but they said they couldn't keep in the cafeteria", Kurt said, pointing at the cake in one of the chairs.

"Blaine, please refrain from dancing on the furniture today or you might ruin our dessert," Santana patted on his back, "I know it's hard for you, but take this one for the team."

"I'll try", he rolled his eyes.

"So Quinn, do you need any help with the wheelchair?", Artie asked.

"Thanks Artie, but I think I can manage it", she smiled at him. "Unless you want to show me some pretty cool moves."

"It's not a move, but when you're completely better I can teach you how to go skateboarding with it", he made a serious face, "It's very badass."

"It sounds pretty badass", she laughed.

"In the meantime let's take care of this little club here", Kurt said, looking at the clock.

"Where's Mr. Schue?", Quinn asked. It wasn't exactly who she wanted to ask about, but maybe it would give her some answers.

"He's not coming", Brittany smiled. Everyone else was clearly just as happy about it. "He said he had to go to a convention for the rest of the week, but I think he's just crossing the border to buy cheaper hair products."

"Don't", Kurt raised a finger at Santana just as she was opening her mouth to say something about gel for Blaine.

"So we can do whatever we want?", Quinn looked surprised.

"Yeah! Isn't that awesome?", Brittany did a little happy dance that made everyone giggle.

"Well, he said that we couldn't bring alcohol", Mercedes pointed out.

"Or mess with fire", Puck sounded really disappointed. "Or take any piece of clothing."

"But we're free accept any new members without him", Rachel came in, smiling her way through the room. Quinn had a little trouble turning around her wheelchair as fast as she wanted to, but she managed it. Rachel had planned to make a big entrance and announcement, but the sight in front of her made her knees go a little weak: Quinn Fabray was back, wearing her beautiful dresses with her beautiful hair, dazzling her with her beautiful eyes and smile. She kind of forgot what she was going to say and immediately hugged the girl in front of her. It was kind of hard hugging her without falling on her lap, so she pulled away after a few seconds. "It's so good to see you here again."

"It's good to be here again", she replied, trying to mask the drums being played by her heart.

"But as Rachel here was saying", Santana cleared her throat when the moment was beginning to feel too intimate, "We have a Green Cards to new members willing to come aboard the ND plane."

"Yes!", Rachel shook her head, trying to get back to her original plan, "Which is very fortunate, since we have a candidate waiting outside!"

"Drumroll, please!", Kurt pointed at the drum boy, who immediately took his order. Quinn wondered why Finn wasn't there.

Santana and Rachel went just outside the room, apparently discussing something with someone for a few seconds. After that, Quinn could only see Rachel disappearing for a bit, before she could realize she was, in fact, pushing Dave Karofsky by his back into the Glee club room.

She blinked a few times. What?

"Surprise!", she could hear Brittany cheering by her side.

"Hey, Quinn", he tried a smile, but kind of failing at it. "Listen, I just… Wanted you to know that I'm sorry this happened to you. I mean… If I hadn't called you to meet me that night none of this would've happened, you know? And I'm sorry."

She blinked a few more times. She had been told that Dave did a much quicker recovery than she did and that he was perfectly fine by now, but other than that, they haven't spoken since that day. She was not expecting to see him again so soon, specially when she remembered what they were talking about before it all happened. And still, here he was, at William McKinley High School, standing in front of Glee club to apologize.

"Uh… Karofs-", she reminded of him correcting her the last time, "Dave, it wasn't your fault. We weren't even moving. You shouldn't feel guilty… I-", she sighed, realizing that she was in front of a dozen people and shouldn't say something that would compromise her so much, "I appreciate talking to you that day. I'm working on it."

"Yeah, but still… I felt really bad for you. I hope we can talk more now that you're alright", he smiled, "I don't know if they told you… but I transferred back."

"Really? That's great news", she returned the smile.

"And now he's auditioning for Glee club!", Rachel said, excitedly. She never would have thought that she'd be happy to say that, but between the coffees they shared, she was.

"Then let's clear the floor", Blaine motioned to the chairs, where everybody took their place. Puck forgot about the cake and almost ruined his favorite pair of jeans, but moved quickly enough to save them.

"Ok, so to thank you all for welcoming me back and to celebrate Quinn's comeback, I thought I could pick a song about friends…", he kept looking at his hands, clearly nervous. "So I choose one from my favorite movies of all time… And as I didn't know you guys had a pianist here all the time", he looked at Brad, who simply shrugged, "I brought a karaoke."

Dave took out a cd from one of his pockets and had the first track playing. Quinn recognized the song instantly. It was Toy Story's You've Got a Friend in Me. She heard Sam by her side suppressing adelighted scream.

During the first few lyrics, he forgot a little about his timing, presumably because he was so nervous. But after he saw everyone giving their best to encourage him, he started loosening up a little. After a while, he was already pretending to be an astronaut singing to into his communicator. At this point, Sam joined him with a very cowboy pose while Rachel and Santana joined him singing, much to his surprise. When it was over, everyone gave him a standing ovation. Well, everyone except Artie and Quinn, but they said they would if they could.

"Brittany, Santana!", Kurt shouted as everyone was already leaving the room. They turned around. "Can we talk, one second?"

"Do you have the answers to tomorrow's test?", Brittany said, "I'm studying advanced Calculus and I don't remember any of the simpler stuff anymore."

"Uh, no", Mercedes replied, locking the door, "We wanted to talk about Quinn and Rachel."

"Oh, The Diva Trio collides with The Unholy Trinity", Santana sounded impressed. Brittany gave her an approving look. "Sounds good, go ahead."

"Look, there is something going on", Kurt sighed, sitting dramatically in a chair. "Rachel was by Quinn's bedside every single day and all I heard during that time was how sorry she was she hadn't got closer to Quinn sooner, and how pretty Quinn was even when she was sleeping, and if I knew somewhere that would sell gardenias," Brittany did a questioning face at that, "Don't ask, long story."

"Not to mention her kind of weird fixation on asking her boyfriend what's like to kiss her", Mercedes pointed out.

"Ex-boyfriend", Kurt corrected. "Not that it matters."

"What's your point?", Santana said, defensibly. It was the first time the subject had came up with anyone outside her own trio and she didn't know how much of what she knew she could reveal. But the thought of Rachel's feelings being deeper than she had anticipated made her, obviously, very happy for her friend.

"My point is: I think Rachel has feelings, romantic feelings for Quinn", Kurt answered, with a little hand wave. "And surprisingly as it is, considering it's Rachel Berry we're talking about, I don't think she knows what to do or say around Quinn now that's she's actually awaken."

"I mean, we need to give the girl some credit. She was engaged to her golden boy, her friend got into a coma, she might have realized how she feels and now the boy broke up with her and she's not sure of her sexuality", Mercedes said, crossing her arms. "Sounds tricky to me."

"But everyone knows that Rachel is not straight. Not completely, at least", Brittany smiled, "Remember that time when we were drunk and she said she would pay me a hundred bucks to strip for her? Or when she asked to kiss San because her lips looked delicious? Or when she wrote GAY FOR FABRAY on her arm?"

"Yeah, but they're right, babe", Santana changed her tone to something more serious, "It's not that easy."

"I know. Believe me, I do, but I never imagined that it was something she hadn't realized herself yet", Brittany said, holding her girlfriend's hand.

"But the thing is, I think they need a little help from their best friends", Kurt smiled like he already had a plan.

"Wait, what about Quinn's feelings?", Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Santana, please, have you seen the way she looks at her?", Mercedes replied, shaking her head, "I know I'm the straight one here and things might be different with your girls, but where I'm from that look means love."

"It really does", Brittany smiled at how obvious her friend was.

"So what's the plan?", Santana sounded a little offended that it looked like she didn't know Quinn enough to know exactly how in love she was. Still, she would rather look like a bad friend instead of someone that would out her without her consent.

"There's a party. There's alcohol. There's a room. Here's the plan", Kurt had a devilish smile on her him.