AN: Hey everybody, first I'd like to say that I might have lied. In my original summary I said that this would be two or three parts. Right now I think it might be four or five or more. But I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed, put this fic in their favs or their alerts. There are tons of fics like this one so I'm very grateful that you stopped by, and I'm even more grateful cause this got the least amount of hits I've ever gotten. Please forgive any errors, and as always I own nothing.
AN2: I feel like changing the title since it's far too long, but I suck at names. Suggestions?
Rachel exited the restroom soon after Brittany had. But she stopped in her tracks and took a step back, nearly falling back in, when she came face to face with Santana. "Don't worry Berry. I won't hurt you… for now." She mentioned her head towards a nearby bench. "I brought your stuff." And indeed Rachel's belonging were on said bench. The diva went over to retrieve them but Santana lifted an arm, blocking her way. "And I wanted to get some things straight."
"Of course San-"
"Don't speak. That's number one. Don't speak to me, and it might even be better if you just don't speak around me." Rachel wanted to interrupt; to say how that was ridiculous especially considering they shared two classes and Glee, but she could see how her body was shaking. She could see how much effort she was exerting to contain her anger. "And second, if anything happens to her. Anything at all, I will put full blame on you. Understood?"
"Don't worry," Rachel replied, turning away from the taller brunette. "I already blame myself enough for the both of us." And with that Rachel gathered her belongings and went off in the direction of the parking lot. Santana stood in the same spot for a second, her expression softening. She chanced a glance at the diva as she rounded a corner and stalked her way to the choir room.
Rachel quickly made her way to the hospital, a place that she typically avoided. The brunette had always kept up a healthy lifestyle; as such she normally had little interactions with hospitals. The majority of memories she can recall of being in a hospital are similar of this visit; coming by to check up on someone that she cares very deeply for, someone who's fate is very uncertain.
She makes her way to Quinn's room almost instinctively. The brunette walks through the doorway and finds Judy sitting at her daughter's bedside. She gives soft knock to reveal her presence. Judy turns towards her. Her eyes are red and puffy and she has a tissue in her hand. "Rachel," her voice is hoarse. "How are you?"
"I'm fine Ms. Fabray. How is Quinn?"
"Better," she takes a few breaths before continuing. She doesn't know Rachel very well, but she knows her well enough to know that a one word answer won't be sufficient for her. "Her vitals have improved, but- but she hasn't woken up yet." Judy's standing upright at this point. She's right in front of Rachel and looks to be on the brink of spilling into more tears.
"Perhaps I should wait outside."
"No, stay. I was just about to leave." She brings the brunette to sit down where she had been previously. "She'd enjoy your company," she says before leaving the two girls alone.
Rachel tries to find comfort in Judy's words, but she can't. Whereas before she could just believe that the accident was just some horrible nightmare, seeing Quinn in a hospital bed for a second time makes everything so real and she can't at all find her typical optimism. Her skin is still as pale as the day before, and quite possibly Quinn may actually be losing even more color.
"Hey Quinn," she starts, focusing her eyes on Quinn's hand; she wants to hold on to it, but the possibility that her hand will still lack its warmth causes her not to. "I'm back, and I'm sorry that I left like I did yesterday." Her gaze darts down at her hands, which are fidgeting in her lap. "Your mom says that you're getting better," she looks back up at Quinn's motionless form and it takes all her willpower not run out like she had before. "Santana tried to kill me today," she says needing to find something to talk about. "Brittany stopped her." Brown orbs are once again focused on her lap as she continues her one-sided dialogue. "I was thinking of getting Glee Club to sing a song for you, have any suggestions?" she manages a weak, fake laugh. "None, well that's okay. It's just that I can't seem to find the right song," she admitted.
As everyone very well knew music was like a second language to Rachel, in fact it may very well been her first. And despite how vocal she could be about her emotions, Rachel would, at times, be at a loss for words and that's where song lyrics would typically rescue her. But right now the only songs drifting through the brunette's head were things like Coldplay's "The Scientist" or the Goo Goo Dolls' "Iris" or other songs of the like. And while everything in her head would indeed be a beautiful number for New Directions to sing for Quinn, all of them were far too depressing for the diva. Rachel sat, mostly silent, for the rest of her visit. Words were lost in her throat, and her eyes alternated between staring at where hazel orbs would be staring back to looking anywhere but Quinn's seemingly lifeless body.
She stayed until visiting hours ended. A part of her felt guilty as she had not informed anyone, even her dads who were well aware that their daughter had planned to visit the blonde, about how long she'd stay. And it's not until she reaches her car that she notices that her phone is dead. Her phone. Dead. The same phone she had texted Quinn with. It was dead. Dead. She shook away such thoughts. Quinn was getting better. She hadn't woken up yet, but she was better.
Before long she pulled up to her driveway. She walks up to her front door, and begins rummaging through her bag. Her keys are nowhere to be found and she's about to knock when the door flies open. "Where have you been?" a worried Finn all but screams in her face. She makes her way past her boyfriend and begins to head up the stairs, completely ignoring him. "You disappear halfway through the day, you don't show up for Glee, and then for some reason I can't even reach you through your phone," he continues as he follows her up. "You can't just do that Rachel, not with what's happened." She stops directly in front of her room and turns to him rather than entering.
"Well I'm sorry Finn if I'm more concerned about Quinn than you, but if you haven't noticed she's in the hospital!" She turns away, determined to get herself into bed.
"And that gives you the right to just disappear? I'm your boyfriend, Rachel."
"And what exactly does that entail? Should my life revolved around you, Finn?"
"No, but I would have liked a heads up about you visiting my ex," Rachel let out a sound of disgust at his awful wording.
"Is that what this is about?" she asks incredulously. "The fact that I went to visit your ex? Your ex who has just been in a car crash," she emphasized the last few words in disbelief.
"Look that came out wrong. What I meant-"
"I think you said what you meant," she crossed her arms on her chest and stared him down. "You're being very insensitive Finn, and I'd like you to leave." He makes no effort to move. "I mean it Finn."
"Let me just-"
"SAM!" she yells, hoping that the blonde boy is actually home. Sam bursts out of his room almost instantly at the call of his name. Rachel turns to face him as she points out to Finn. "Sam, please tell Finn to leave." The brunette enters her room and closes the door. She can still hear the boys in the hall.
"Get out of my way Sam! This has nothing to do with you!"
"Well Rachel's like a sister to me now, so I think it does."
"Just let me talk to her!"
They went off for a bit longer though at some point Rachel had been able to block out their fighting. She doesn't even register the scuffling and the sound of a door being slammed. Instead she next hears a knock on her door. "It's me. He's gone." Rachel gets up and opens the door. He embraces her in a hug once she comes into view. He pulls back and asks, "You okay?" She nods her head 'yeah' and goes to hug him again.
"I'm just really scared," A single tears runs down her face. "But I'll be okay," she reassures him. "Thanks."
"All right, but if you need anything you know where to find me," he leaves and reenters his room. Rachel goes back to her bed and lies down. Her body is tired, but she's not sleepy. She closes her eyes and desperately tries to get some rest.
She's walking down an empty road. There's not a building in sight, and she has no idea where she is. Looking down the road a red Volkswagen Beetle comes into view. Quinn's inside; she's driving. The blonde reaches over to grab her phone. Rachel sees the truck; it's going to collide with Quinn. It's going to crush her. She screams out. "Quinn stop!" Nothing, she just keeps going down the road. "Quinn please! Stop!" she pleads again. "I can't lose you Quinn! I love-"
"Quinn!" she shrieks as she sees the truck crash into Quinn' car. Her heart is pounding in her chest, sweat is beading down her face, her breathing is erratic and tears are welling up in her eyes. Not a second later her fathers accompanied by Sam burst into her room. They say nothing because nothing they can say will make anything better. They just hug her, hold her. They just let her cry.
AN: Thanks for reading. I'll admit the length of this might depend on how long it takes to for me to decide on an ending. I'm juggling between like five or so. (It may also depend on what song ends up playing as I write the ending, as Celine Dion came on at some part when I was writing this part, it didn't really affect the chapter but still)