AN. This is because I really didn't want Teen Jesus to be in therapy with Quinn, and I really love me some Unholy Trinity.

Quinn had to be in Physical Therapy all day. Which was excruciatingly hard to do when one was alone. Judy had to work. She couldn't ask Artie to be there because he was still skeptical about her recovery. Puck was…he wasn't really an option. Santana would have just been a bitch and would insult her throughout the entire session. Brittany gets sidetracked really easily. And Rachel, Rachel was still in a Finn-induced state of nauseating love.

Or maybe she wasn't anymore. Quinn really didn't know what was happening this week anymore, on account of the fact that she was hardly even in that episode.

She had just stricken a friendship with Joe but they hardly knew each other and it would have been weird if she just asked out of the blue.

So she went alone. Every time a task was laid out for her and she couldn't do it, she felt like bursting into tears. Artie's words really got to her even though she tried not to show it. What if he was right after all? What if she was never going to walk again?

The doctors all tried encouraging her to try harder and told her that with practice and patience, she'd be walking in no time.

And with those words in mind, she pushed Artie to the back of her mind and worked harder than she ever did in her entire life. Harder even than when she was in the Cheerios, harder than the summer after she got pregnant and worked on getting her body back to its former glory, harder than her transformation from Lucy to Quinn.

She thought about singing and dancing on the stage at Nationals, she thought about Yale, she thought about her life as an actress. She couldn't do all those things if she were wheelchair-bound.

By the end of the session, things were looking up for her. Before, she needed assistance on everything. She needed her mother to transfer her from her bed to the chair. She couldn't get to her own bedroom without someone's help and she couldn't take a bath on her own.

After the session, she could successfully transfer herself to and from the chair and was aware of several ways to take a bath as a wheelchair-bound individual. Of course, she had learned a few things from Artie beforehand but she was now stronger than ever.

She even thought she was regaining the feeling in her legs. Everything was going great for Quinn.

And her good mood went with her through the next day. She was undeniably chipper that day. So happy, in fact, that she caught the attention of the glitter twins.

"Quinn, are you having a stroke?" Brittany asked as she and Santana cornered her at Quinn's locker.

"Seriously, Q, I'm real happy that you're smiling and everything but you look like you're some serial killer hell bent on killing everyone in sight," Santana says, frown on her face.

Quinn frowns at this. "Is it really that weird?"

"You're smiling at everything. It's weird." And that was coming from Brittany. She must have been incredibly creepy.

Quinn ducked her head and frowned further. "Ok, I'll just stop, I guess."

The duo looked at each other and sighed.

"Q, we are just worried about you."

Quinn snapped her head up to look at Santana and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Santana "Badass" Lopez is worried about someone?"

Santana's cheeks reddened. "Shut up, ok? We're still the Unholy Trinity even if your fat ass isn't on the Cheerios anymore."

Quinn felt a spark of warmth at that. Santana never showed any signs of emotion. Guess being with Brittany just tipped her into a tub of sappiness. She had to admit, though, Quinn liked this side of Santana.

"Santana means that she really cares about you, Q. And that we're worried that you're not as happy as you say you are."

"Of course I'm happy. I just finished with my first session of physical therapy."

Brittany smiled at that. "Who'd you go with?"

Quinn ducked her head again. "No one," she mumbled, just loud enough for both Santana and Brittany to hear.

"Why didn't you ask one of us to go with you?"

"I didn't know we were on speaking terms, since you two have gotten together, you've barely spoken to me," Quinn snapped.

The duo had the decency to look ashamed at that. While that wasn't really the reason why she didn't ask either of them, it was still the truth. She just really missed them and they weren't talking to each other anymore.

"We're really sorry about that, Q. I meant what I said earlier. We are, and always will be, the Unholy Trinity. And you should tell us when your next session will be, we will totes be there for you."

Brittany looks lovingly at Santana and turns back to Quinn. "S is right Q. We'll totally be here if you need us and we'll totally go to your next session," she says as she links her hand with Santana's and the other with Quinn's

Quinn looks at their joined hands and smirked, "Okay. Just promise me one thing."

"What?" they both asked, simultaneously.

"When we get there, you are so not allowed to screw each other in the hospital."

Santana smirked and said, "No promises, Q. I mean, have you seen my girlfriend?"

"Santana once worked as candy stripper and she was like, crazy hot in that uniform. Now every time I see a hospital, I imagine Santana in that uniform and get really horny."

Santana smirked wider, "She's totally right, Q. And don't look so disgusted. I saw the way you looked at me when I wore that uniform in school to get you and Finnocence mono."

This conversation was taking a turn for the worse.

"Ok. I really didn't need to hear those things."

"Like you're not enjoying it." Santana accused. Santana knew her too well. Maybe she was enjoying it. A little.

"You don't have to be jealous, Q. You can totally join us when we're having sexy times."

"I've always wanted a threesome."

Quinn's cheeks reddened. "What—I don't—I mean, I'm not into that."

"Oh, come on Quinn. We see how you look at Berry."

It seems that she has been caught. Is there a self-destruct button somewhere? This is so not how she planned the conversation to go.

"Rachel can join us, too. She's hot."

"I have to admit; beneath all that argyle, she has a hot bod."

Quinn buried her head in her hands in embarrassment. "This is not happening."

The glitter twins laughed at her discomfort and grabbed either of the handles on her wheelchair. "Come on, we'll wheel you to class."

AN. Reviews pls! :)