AN. I honestly wasn't thinking of continuing this story because I don't know what this is even about and where it's going but last week's ep was just wrong in so many ways. I don't want Quoe to happen so I wrote this thing.
Quinn promised Santana and Brittany that they would be at her next PT session. And they were, but they weren't the only ones there. Joe was there too.
"Ok, what is Teen Jesus doing here?" Joe scrunched up his face at that. He never liked that people called him that. He wasn't worthy enough to be associated with Jesus himself.
"Joe is here because he was adamant about helping me in any way he can," and by adamant, Quinn meant Joe followed her around all day like some lovesick puppy and the only way she would get rid of him was if she would just give in to what he was suggesting.
"S, it's okay. I think it's great that Quinn gets surrounded by girls now and then. The old Quinn was so obsessed with boys." Everybody stilled as Brittany spoke. Brittany, oblivious as ever, continues to smile sweetly.
Joe attempts to break the tension, "Brittany, I'm not-"
"Save it, Tarzan," Santana cuts in. "B's not gonna care."
"It's true," Brittany says sweetly while she rests her head on Santana's shoulder. "And you should really try shaving your armpits, Joe."
Joe looks like he's struggling to form an appropriate response. The look on his face seems almost painful.
All four of them are momentarily distracted enough not to hear the footsteps rapidly approaching them.
"Oh, hey. I'm sorry to disturb all the fun you're having, Barbie and company," Patrick says, sarcasm evident in his voice. "But are you or are you not here for Physical Therapy?"
Patrick was Quinn's doctor; he was in his mid-30s and had a full head of curly hair. He also had laugh lines that surrounded his piercing green eyes and traces of gray in his otherwise brown hair. She liked him because he was quirky and funny in a sarcastic way. He was also the only adult who didn't look at her with pitying eyes. He was also the only adult she knew who insisted that she call her Patrick.
"And good God, what are all these children doing here? Is there a party in here that I wasn't aware of?"
Uh, oh. He mentioned parties, now Brittany is gonna be all over that.
As expected, Brittany's face lit up. "There's a party?" she asks Patrick. "S, I didn't know there was a party. Is there a clown?" She directs the first question to Santana, who is smiling at Brittany so sweetly Quinn's worried it might actually break her face. The latter she directs at Patrick who is staring at her with his mouth agape, completely flabbergasted.
Patrick shakes his head and looks like he might say something that would upset Brittany, and then Santana would kill him and Quinn wouldn't be allowed inside this hospital again. "These are my friends, Patrick; Santana, Brittany, and Joe. Guys, this is Patrick, my doctor."
Santana smiles, well, smirks really. "So, Pat. How has our Quinnie been doing?"
Quinn groans, she hates it when Santana uses that.
"Barbie here is actually doing great. She's been making a lot of progress these days and we're pretty confident that she'll be walking sometime soon," Patrick finishes with a smile directed at Quinn. "And I'm still not sure what all you children are doing in here."
"We're here to support Quinn through a tough time in her life," Brittany says.
"Fair enough. Barbie, since your friends here are so eager to start supporting you, why don't you hop on and we can start?" Patrick says in a reassuring tone but of course, it just makes Quinn wish her friends weren't there anymore.
She wheels herself over to a bed that Patrick pats and is suddenly unsure of herself. What if she can't do it this time? Her friends are right there and she's afraid she'll just embarrass herself.
Sensing the dilemma, Patrick bends over the bed, crosses his arms and says, "Hey, princess. What's wrong?" his voice barely above a whisper.
"I can't do it," Quinn says, shaking her head.
"Yes you can. You've done this before and you can do it now."
Quinn raises her head to look at Patrick and then at the bed, "The bed's a little high."
"The bed's not the problem here. You know that."
She looks back to where her friends are, eyebrows knitted in confusion as to why Quinn isn't starting anything yet.
She looks back at Patrick who is quirking an eyebrow. She sighs, "It's just that…I don't like all the attention."
"Quinn Fabray doesn't like attention? That's new," Quinn smiled at that. Patrick also doubled as her actual therapist. Well, not on paper, but she likes to tell him stuff. In one of her sessions, Quinn talked about popularity. She was constantly craving it. She liked that people gave her attention and looked at her in awe. She liked that people used to worship the ground she walked on. And even when she gave off the aura of wanting to be left alone, it was just a cry for someone to notice how lonely she was and how she was craving someone's care and attention.
"This is different, Pat. And you know it."
"No it's not. These people are here for you, princess. They actually care for you and they came here expecting to cheer in the sidelines while you get better. So why don't we give them what they came here for?" Patrick finishes with an encouraging smile.
Quinn smiles up at him and braces both hands on the bed, she had great upper body strength now. She pushed herself up and out of the chair. It required a lot of effort and some grunting to which Patrick just stood by and watched while Joe stood from his chair and tried to go over and help Quinn. Tried because as soon as Patrick noticed what he was doing, he held up a hand to stop him.
Brittany looked like it pained her to see Quinn like that but Santana looked downright furious. "Why does she have to do that?"
"S, don't," Brittany tries.
"No, baby. She needs help, why are we just-"
"Santana," Quinn says, sharply. "I can get into the damn bed by myself all right?"
Santana immediately clamps up and her hand shoots to find her girlfriend's, lacing them together. Brittany looks at her girlfriend and smiles sadly. She knows that Santana's just really worried about Quinn. And Brittany's really worried, too. So she squeezes Santana's hand to show her that she gets it. Santana looks up at the taller cheerleader's eyes, smiles and presses a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Can't you guys not do that here? This is supposed to be about me, remember?" Quinn says, amused from her spot on the bed. She's already settled there and ready to start up the session.
Brittany untangles from Santana and goes to hug Quinn. "I'm so proud of you," she says while hugging her. Quinn blushes and hugs her back. Brittany pulls away with a smile on her face.
Santana then comes up to the bed and she looks like she's about to tear up. "Same here, tubbers," she says and hugs Quinn.
"You guys are being too dramatic. I just got in a bed."
"Yeah, but it was super hard for you and I'm really glad that you're the one in the wheelchair, Quinn, because you're so strong. And you're a total unicorn." Brittany says, obviously lacking tact.
Any other person would take offense to that, Joe and Patrick certainly seemed to do that for Quinn; but Quinn's used to Brittany's way of thinking. She knew the girl meant well.
Santana was going to apologize for her but Quinn cut her off. "Thank you, Britts."
Brittany smiled, grabs Santana's bed and they both move away from the bed.
"Well, Pat? Are you going to start or are we going to stand here all day?" Santana says.
Patrick blinks once and then proceeds to grab hold of Quinn's right leg and moves it for her. He does basic stretching for her and then does the same to the left leg. This went on for about five more minutes before Patrick's beeper beeped.
Patrick stops what he's doing whit Quinn's legs and stares at the beeper. "Sorry, Quinn. It's really urgent. I have to go do doctor stuff. Can you wait a while?"
Quinn nods. "Sure, go do your doctor stuff. I'll just be here."
Patrick smiles and turns to leave but Joe's voice stops him. "Can I continue what you were just doing?"
Quinn feels weirded out by that; why would Joe suggest that? They still weren't close and he couldn't just ask those questions. It's weird.
Patrick turns again to look at Joe. "That depends, are you a doctor?"
Joe says an apprehensive, "No."
Patrick smiles, "Then there's your answer. Good bye, girls."
The Duo snicker as Patrick walks away and then they go sit on the left side of Quinn's bed.
"I like him," Santana declares.
"Of course, you do. He's you."
"And the only one who loves you more than you love yourself is me," Brittany says, kissing Santana.
"Get a room you two," Quinn's says that but with an amused smile, deep down she knows that she's a hardcore Brittana shipper.
"It's okay if you ship us, Q. We ship Faberry," Brittany says, nonchalantly, picking up on Quinn's internal fangirl. What even was that?
"What are you talking about?" Quinn says, genuinely confused.
"She means you and the hobbit," Santana clears up.
"You two are really cute together," Brittany says.
Quinn is momentarily stunned. She and Rachel were cute together.
Her reverie is interrupted by a clearing of the clearing of a throat.
"Sorry to bother you, Quinn," oh, it's Joe. Quinn completely forgot he was here. "But I wanted to ask you something."
"You best not be asking my girl out," Santana threatens.
Joe looks scared but he quickly reigns it in. "No, I wasn't thinking about that. I was just wondering if I could maybe sing a song with you in glee club?"
Well, she wasn't expecting that at all. "Sure, Joe. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, since it is Whitney week, I thought we could do 'Saving All My Love For You'"
This will not end well. Not only is this fifteen-year-old suggesting that I serenade him with a love song, he just suggested a song that will send the Duo into hysterics. And sure enough, they were quietly giggling from their spot on the bed. It was one of the many inside jokes The Unholy Trinity had.
Still, Joe looked hopeful and she couldn't refuse him now. She already agreed to a duet. "Sure, Joe. When do you think we can practice?"
AN. Please review if you want to know what the inside joke is. I know, this is like a bad propaganda to try and get more reviews but I need them, ok? As the late S1 Rachel once said, I need reviews to live. Of course, she said applause but that doesn't matter. Reviews please?