A/N. I don't even know what this is, really. I just started writing and this is what came out. I promise the next chapter will actually be quality, though.

Quinn wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "What are you talking about? I'm fine."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I just have something in my eye."

This is did not faze Rachel at all. She still stood there looking like somebody had kicked her puppy. Quinn grimaced at the visual. She would never do that to Rachel's puppy, even when she's fairly sure that Rachel didn't even have a puppy. Even so, if she wanted to, she couldn't. Damn chair again.

"I'm not crying. I just have something in my eye."

Rachel still didn't budge.

"Like a twig. Or a branch, really."

That got a smile from Rachel. Quinn loved Rachel Berry smiles; because they lit up an entire room or in this case, an entire hallway. She missed those smiles; she hadn't seen Rachel smile in ages. Not since their last encounter in the hallway where Quinn agreed to go to the wedding subsequently resulting in the accident. Not that Quinn blamed Rachel for anything whatsoever. Because Rachel was this perfectly cute and precious human being that couldn't possibly be mad at.

And then Rachel was on the floor.

"Rachel. What are you doing?"

Rachel looked up from the spot she was in on the floor.

"Picking up your books," she said, in a matter-of-factly voice.

Oh, yeah. Quinn had forgotten about those.

"You really don't have to do that, I can-"

"You can what, Quinn? Pick them up yourself?"

Ok, that kind of hurt. She didn't need Rachel Berry pointing out that she couldn't bend—and snap—anymore.

Rachel saw Quinn's change in expression and was by her side in a second.

"I am sorry. That came out wrong." Rachel consoled, touching Quinn's arm.

Quinn looked at Rachel hand on her arm and visibly relaxed. She looked at Rachel's face, with was again holding a heartbreaking expression, and smiled.

"It's ok. I should just get used to it."

"No, it's not ok. It was insensitive of me and I profusely apologize for my lack of tact."

Quinn blinked. For a second there, it sounded like the old Rachel Berry.

"I'm sorry. What was that?" Rachel asked, confused look on her face.

It took a second for Quinn to realize that she had actually said that out loud.

"I-nothing."

Rachel looked at Quinn incredulously and for a second, Quinn thought this would result in one of those Rachel Berry rants. But in the end, Rachel shrugged it off and continued picking up the books.

Quinn let out a relieved sigh. Now all she has to worry about is getting out of this situation without thinking inappropriate thoughts and—oh my god. Rachel is on her hands and knees on the floor and she is so close to Quinn's crotch. Stop it, Fabray. Stay cool. And even out your breathing, people can hear you from a mile away.

"Quinn?" Quinn looked up to see Rachel standing up and offering the books

Quinn needed to her and stowing the others back into her locker. Quinn didn't know why the brunette seemed to know what books she needed but it was much appreciated.

"Thanks, Rachel. You're a real life-saver," Quinn said, putting the books into her backpack.

Rachel smiled and it lit the hallway AGAIN.

"Anytime, Quinn. Wheel you to your next class?" Rachel asked, hesitant.

"That'd be great. Thank you," Quinn smiled.

Rachel escorted Quinn to her next class, waved good-bye and hurried to her own class. Quinn was in euphoria for the rest of the day. It didn't matter that the teachers still didn't mind that she would come in class late or that she wouldn't even pretend to pay attention.

It didn't matter that Mr. Schuester still grimaced when he saw her or that Ms. Pillsbury still wanted her to talk about it. Or that her mother started drinking again (ok, that did matter) or that Artie suddenly stopped being her friend. Or that she wasn't even in the last episode, all that mattered was Rachel's smile that lit up the room whenever Quinn rolled in.

A/N. So was that a complete train wreck or?