Quinn sat in a hard chair in the corner of the hospital room as she watched Rachel's legs swing lazily from her high position on the hospital room bed, thing. After one angry phone call to her fathers, Rachel somehow managed to convince them to not come home early and that she'd have a friend take her to the doctor. Quinn had volunteered to be that friend since she was the slowest to leave Rachel's house that day - Jesse being the first.

It must be a gay thing, Quinn thought as her eyes followed Rachel's legs, my parents would never let this fly. They would be home in a second and I'd be grounded. "Quinn?"

"Hmm?" Quinn responded, now wearing a black pair of Rachel's sweatpants and one of her oversized t-shirts ("How many of these things do you have, anyway?" she'd questioned as Rachel told her to pick any color out of the drawer). "Stop kicking your legs, you should be laying down."

Rachel had donned a hospital gown when she'd been made to have an MRI. She continued kicking her legs as she watched Quinn, "Thank you for coming with me, Quinn."

Quinn sighed and squirmed in the uncomfortable chair. "After last night, do you really think I could have just left today?" she questioned.

Rachel smiled softly, "No, I suppose not. That would have been poor class."

Quinn rolled her eyes as she stood up and sat down next to Rachel on the bed. "Because I'm the epitome of class."

Rachel chuckled, wincing against the bandage on her head, "You are, trust me."

"Rachel," snapped a voice from the doorway.

Quinn and Rachel looked to the door and Quinn plastered a glare on her features. I thought Rachel broke up with him… she thought as she practically snarled.

Jesse raised an eyebrow at Quinn as he smirked patronizingly, "Hi ho, Cheerio."

"Jesse," Rachel began quietly, "what are you doing here?"

He immediately donned a serious expression as he made his way into the room to stand in front of Rachel, whispering, "You didn't tell me you were going to the hospital. I would have taken you."

"I didn't know that I was," Rachel replied. "How did you find out?"

Quinn stood. "I'm just going to go to the cafeteria." She met Rachel's eyes and saw how upset the girl was. "I need to get about ten pounds of food in me," she said through a soft smile, holding her stomach, "I'll be back before the results get here. Trust me," Quinn reassured sternly, repeating Rachel's words from earlier. "Which will be soon," she threw in, shooting a pointed look at Jesse.

Quinn hungrily devoured her breakfast. It's way too early to be at a hospital, Quinn thought, moving on to her next tray of food. She felt her phone vibrate in her purse as she received a text.

"How's our girl?" Mercedes had questioned.

Quinn wiped her hands on a napkin and squirmed in yet another uncomfortable hospital chair. "She's okay, we're at the hospital and they did an MRI. I'm in the caf eating while we wait for the results."

Mercedes answered quickly. "This is kinda scary. Let me know?"

Quinn nodded as she texted back, "Will do."

She was cramming another sausage into her mouth as her phone vibrated again. Glaring at it, she flipped it open to see a text from Santana. "Hey, me, Britt, Finn and Puck are together. We want to know how Rachel is. Well, Britt and they do."

Quinn smiled, "Puck and Finn are behaving? We're at the hospital, btw."

Quinn managed to finish another sausage before they texted back. "We know, Mercedes sent out a group text. You didn't answer my question, genius. How is she?"

Quinn laughed, "Geez Mercedes," she muttered under her breath as she quickly texted back. "We're waiting for the MRI results. How did Jesse find out?"

"We have no idea; want us to come kill him?"

Quinn finished off her breakfast and pushed the tray away before texting back. "No, I left them to talk in her room but I think it's been long enough."

Quinn was on her way back to Rachel's room when her jock friends texted back. "You left her alone with him? Moron. Go get your girl, stop being stupid. She broke up with him btw since knowing you, you didn't know."

Quinn glared at her phone as she returned it to her purse, not bothering to text back. She didn't hesitate as she walked through Rachel's door, her HBIC attitude in full swing.

She did stop when she saw the scene before her, though. Rachel had her head in her hands, slowly shaking it back and forth, as Jesse prattled on about how they should stay together.

"Rach, you okay?" she questioned, standing just inside the doorway and interrupting Jesse.

Rachel's head snapped up, causing the girl to gasp in pain. Jesse glared at Quinn, "We're in the middle of something right now, so you can come back later."

Rachel's face grew grim as she turned to Quinn, silently questioning the girl with her eyes to see if she was going to leave again.

Quinn, for the first time since the day Rachel walked away from her after apologizing for babygate, finally let her heart talk. "Hey Jesse St. Fuck you, out," she hissed, completely calm.

Jesse's wide eyes turned to Rachel, "Rachel, come on-"

"You heard her," the brunette bit out, eyes glued to the side of Quinn's face as the blonde raised an eyebrow in Jesse's direction.

"Fine. We'll just talk later, Rachel. You don't get to just randomly break up with me for no reason." He brushed past Quinn, knocking into her shoulder as he left.

Quinn took a deep breath and repeated herself, "And now, you okay, Rachel?"

Rachel gingerly laid back in the bed and closed her eyes, "I am now, yes. The doctor still hasn't come in. Did you eat?"

Quinn took her seat in the uncomfortable chair again, resting her hands on her stomach. "I did, yes. Two courses to be exact," she said through a laugh. "Also, everyone texted to see how you were."

Rachel opened one eye, "That's still so weird to me."

"That the club cares about you?"

"No, that you eat so much." She smiled faintly as Quinn glared at her. "Sorry, yes that the club cares about me. It's refreshing though."

Quinn shrugged, "I guess. Do you want them here or anything?"

Rachel shook her head, "No," she said slowly, "but will you stay with me the whole time? I'm… sort of scared."

Quinn's hazel eyes searched out Rachel's brown eyes, and when she found them, she smiled. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm sick of you getting hurt."

Rachel returned home a few hours later, concussion free and sporting a huge headache. She got out of Quinn's car and gasped at what she saw. The entire glee club was in her front yard, replacing the front window. Minus Santana and Brittany, who were tanning in lawn chairs in the grass, throwing out orders.

"Rachel!" Mercedes yelled, "You're home! Damn, you look like hell, come sit down."

Before she knew it, Mercedes and Mike had their arms around Rachel, guiding her to the last empty lawn chair next to Santana. "You guys didn't have to do this…" Rachel whispered, smiling up at the group.

Puck scoffed, "Are you kidding me? We brought Schuester into this. He told us to buy the most expensive materials for this, add in the labor factor, and give him the bill. He's giving it to Figgins to make the douches that did this to you pay for it."

"Well, pay for it in cash," Kurt said through a chuckle, retying his boots, "we already made them pay for it, in blood."

"That's not comforting," Rachel mumbled, before smiling, "but there are only so many times you can forgive someone before needing revenge."

The group whooped as they got back to work. Rachel sat back and turned to Santana, who was wearing sunglasses, so Rachel had no idea if she was looking at her or not. Rachel's eyes moved past Santana to Brittany, who was beaming at her. Rachel smiled back. Eventually her eyes landed on her target who was sitting at the edge of Brittany's chair, watching her. "Quinn?"

"Yeah?" she answered.

Rachel quickly shot a gaze to Santana and Brittany, who were both watching her now, before continuing, "Did you know about this?"

Brittany chimed in, "She didn't! This one was all Santana's idea," she shouted, smiling brightly.

Quinn's features darkened as she slowly turned her gaze on Santana. Rachel's head swiveled, "This was your idea, Santana?"

The girl shrugged, "So I care about you, beat-down, so what?"

Rachel laughed while shaking her head and sitting back again, "That's good to know."

Quinn watched their exchange as she silently seethed. Brittany noticed. "Quinn, why are you grumpy now?"

Santana slid on a sly grin as she spoke without looking at Quinn, "Yeah Quinn, why so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy," Quinn snapped as she glared at the girls. "Rachel, you should go inside and take some Advil like the doctors said."

Santana held her arm out before Rachel could get up, "No, I'll get it. Come on, Q. Are your meds in your kitchen, Berry?"

Rachel nodded, watching Santana and Quinn stand up, "In the cabinet above the desk thing."

The girls went inside and Brittany jumped into the chair next to Rachel. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Rachel smiled, "Kinda, yeah."

"Are you getting used to getting hit in the head?" the cheerleader questioned.

"Uh, not really… no," Rachel responded, patting Brittany on the hand.

"That's good, I was worried. San said I don't have to worry about you anymore though because Q's gonna protect you from now on."

The brunette stared wide-eyed, "I'm sorry, what? Why would Santana say that?"

Brittany's brow furrowed, "Because she's going to make it happen, duh. She's got a plan that she's been doing, or something."

Rachel let out a quiet breath, "Why does that sound so foreboding?" Brittany stared blankly at her, so Rachel reiterated. "Foreboding… bad. Why does it sound so bad?"

Brittany grinned in understanding before stating with a grin, "Oh! Because it's Santana."

"Do they have like, vegan medicine or something?" Santana barked from her spot against the fridge, eyeing Quinn as she shuffled through the cabinet, "Or is your baby stealing your brain cells? How long does it take to-"

"Shut the hell up, Santana!" Quinn shouted, throwing a glare over her shoulder through her hair. Santana smirked. Quinn huffed in relief as she finally found the Advil bottle and pulled it out, turning to the other girl. "Weren't you supposed to get her a drink? Do you ever follow orders?"

Santana shrugged, not attempting to open the fridge, "From coach, yeah. No one else dictates me."

"Not even Brittany?" Quinn shot back.

Santana didn't grace Quinn with a response as she abruptly turned and yanked open the fridge door, digging through its contents with her back to Quinn as she heard, "I know what you're doing."

"Oh really?" Santana shot back, cringing at the powdered soymilk.

"Really. You're trying to force me to show that I care about Rachel by whoring yourself out to her."

Santana rolled her eyes as her fingers wrapped around a pink Vitamin Water, pulling it out and turning to face Quinn. "Is it working?"

"I kissed her." Santana raised her eyebrows. "Well, she kissed me. We kind of just kissed each other. I mean the first time, that is." Santana's lips tugged up into a smirk. "Then we kissed for a long time. In her bed."

"Okay, I get it. Then you let her get hit in the head with a brick, right?"

Quinn rolled the medicine bottle in her hand. "Yeah."

"Are you ready to admit it yet?" Santana sighed out, laying her head back on the fridge door.

Quinn used her nail to chip away at the label on the medicine bottle. She finally let out a breath that she'd been holding as she nodded her head, "Yeah, I'm ready. But only if you are."

Santana's grip tightened on the water bottle, "If you're ready, than I sure as hell am."

Quinn arched an eyebrow, "Really? It's as easy as that. What about your "reputation"?"

Santana suddenly lost her cockiness and became serious. She shrugged, "Here's the thing, I've been watching you and Berry. I mean, everyone has, sure. But I have to see it from both sides. I watched you be in denial yet obviously care about her. I watched her realize you care about her and then realize that she could finally show that she cared about you. And now I've been watching her wait for you while getting her ass kicked a few times." She took a steadying breath. "And then I finally realized that I've been you this whole time, and if that's the case… I don't want Brittany to have to wait anymore. Or get hurt anymore. So if your balls finally dropped and that light bulb turned on, I figure I can do this too."

Quinn smiled at her old friend, "These moments of humanity from you are nice. It's like we're in this together."

"We've always been in this together," Santana mumbled. "I'm just glad you finally pulled your head out of your ass."

Quinn nodded slowly, "I think we need to get this over with before I really realize what I'm doing."

Santana and Quinn were met with a gossiping Brittany and Rachel as they made their way back out to the front yard.

"You two bring us any food?" Finn called as he helped Puck peel off something from the new piece of glass.

Santana tossed Matt her phone and smirked, "Order a pizza; we'll add it to the tab."

The group circled around Matt, throwing in their orders, as Santana took back her seat between Brittany and Rachel. She handed Rachel her water and waited while Quinn gave the brunette her pills. "How are you feeling?" Quinn whispered cautiously, sitting on the edge of Rachel's lawn chair, hands on her stomach.

Rachel took her pills and gulped them down before responding. "As good as one can feel. Better than I would, however, if I'd come home to an empty house," she finished with a grateful smile to Santana, and Quinn found that a dark scowl was crossing her features. That was until she felt Rachel reach out and give her hand a squeeze.

Santana rolled her eyes as she watched Quinn's expression change because of such a small gesture. That was when she noticed Brittany's hands were gently stroking her arm in a subconscious motion. "B?"

"Hmm?" Brittany replied, smiling gently at Santana.

"I love you," Santana said simply, her brow furrowed and a worried expression on her face. "Is it too late to tell you that?"

Brittany smiled brightly as she leaned forward and kissed Santana softly, earning a few cat calls from the glee club whose attention was now conveniently back on the girls. "It's never too late, S. You have forever when it comes to me. Well, as long as forever is… because I'm not sure."

Santana pulled Brittany into her lap and wrapped her arms around her before re-covering her eyes with her sunglasses. "You hear that, fellow losers? Brit and I are dating, you try anything with her and you die."

"It's about friggan time," Mercedes mumbled, earning a giggle from Kurt and Tina.

"Seriously Santana," Rachel said, earning a pointed look from the girl under her shades, "even I was feeling sympathetic towards Brittany."

The club's talk lulled to a dull roar after a few minutes as Santana's news rolled off their shoulders, replaced with conversations about the pizza and what to do to Karofsky next week. Santana turned to Rachel, who was silently stroking her thumb along the back of Quinn's hand. "So you were feeling sympathetic towards B, huh Rachel? Funny, because I've been pitying you for a while too." Quinn shot Santana a dirty look as Rachel's eyes shot to Quinn's profile. "Isn't it your turn, Q?" Santana pressed.

Brittany squealed as she clapped her hands together, "Is Quinn going to -"

"Rachel," Quinn nearly shouted, cutting Brittany off until she met brown eyes. Her voice softened, "Can I talk to you, inside?"

Rachel turned her confused expression onto Brittany and Santana before returning it to Quinn, "Sure, Quinn. Let's go up to my room, I need to change anyway."

Rachel jumped up, wincing as her hand flew to her head. Still gripping Quinn's hand, she helped the pregnant girl stand up as she guided them into her house. Quinn threw one last fleeting glare at the couple on the lawn chairs before the brunette pulled her inside.

Finn watched them go from the corner of his eye before he hastily turned to Puck, "I gotta whiz man, so I'll be back."

Puck eyed him suspiciously but shrugged anyway, "Yeah, sure, just hurry back. We won't save any pizza for you if you aren't back in time."

Finn threw him a forced smile before turning and following the girls into the house. Puck and Mike watched him walk into the house, exchanging a knowing look.