Your reviews are comforting. I thank you for the theories and the shared hatred of that asshole. It warms my heart to know we all hate him just the same.

Mercedes doesn't bring up the fact that the two actresses live next to each other and neither does Quinn. With the press tour being so overwhelming and exhausting the little piece of information is nearly forgotten. All the talks of sequels and on set stories as well as award talks, Quinn barely has enough time to think about her pending divorce. Interview after interview, and before Quinn can process the time she is on a plane to London with Cooper sitting next to her talking about future projects. Her life is a whirlwind starting at zero to 800 in six seconds.

Sleeping is an option instead of a necessity at this point. Her schedule is so tight, eating has even become a small after thought. Quinn is so lost in the world of entertainment that she doesn't register the words coming out of Mercedes mouth during the London after party.

"Quinn. Quinn, we need you on a plane now."

There is a heaviness in Mercedes' voice that has Quinn shiver. The feeling when something bad has happened and you want to know but at the same time you rather not.

"I don't-"

"It's your mom."

Standing in her Versace gown, flute in hand, music lightly filling the background and Cooper laughing in the distance, Quinn's world shifts. It's a moment she had been waiting for. Where the other shoe drops and everything is the way she had imagined it to be. Dark and miserable. A cheating husband and a mother who won't leave her own cheating husband. Her life is fairy tale packaged with thorns and lies.

"They just admitted her. Your sister is already flying in as we speak. I already sent Puck the address, he will fly back with you. Your travel back will be on a need to know only basis. Cooper will handle the press for tomorrow. I'll fly in tomorrow, I got you and Puck the last tickets out for tonight."

She is rushed out the venue with Puck at her side. Mercedes does her best to handle the photographers pushing their way through the crowd, yelling her name to catch her attention. They are in the car and on their way to the airport, Tina next to her handing her a change of clothes. In all her years as an actress, she has never had to change in the back seat of the car. She has always had the luxury of time on her hands.

Nearly 24 hours of travel time later, Quinn is back in L.A. The gaggle of paparazzi that usually await her at the airport are scarce as she arrives early in the morning. Her mental state is exhausted. The 7 hour layover in New York sapped most of the energy out of her as she tried to stay out of public view. A few people noticed her, but Puck had done a great job of keeping her hidden in the airline lounge. She let a couple of fans approach her and was thankful when all they asked of was an autograph and no pictures.

She finds herself walking without much purpose through the hospital doors. Her emotional wall dwindling with each passing moment. Unsure of what she will face when she is presented with the reality of her mother's state. A fear hidden inside with the thought of having to face her sister and mother in the same room. Something she had avoided doing for years. Many lies and rain checks later, Quinn wonders if it would have been beneficial to have gone home at least once for the holidays.

The nurse at the desk looks at her with awe and stumbles through words on hospital policy but is quickly redirected when Puck intervenes. A floor and room number are given without contest and the two are off toward the elevators. The ride up is quiet and still, with each passing second a bit of Quinn's resolve disappears. She never did have the stomach for family issues. It's why she left in the first place.

Quinn hesitates outside a door, the windows are covered with blinds making it impossible to see who is inside or if it is even appropriate to do so.

"I'd go inside before people start to notice." Puck's gruff voice an indication on his lack of sleep.

"Would it be bad if I just wanted to go home?" It's weak, she knows, but dealing with family had never been her forte.

"Would you be okay being home while your moms is in the hospital?"

"Yes," She feels terrible, "No."

"Then maybe you should go inside."

She nods reluctantly and pushes the door open with little effort. She is greeted with a sight she knows all too well. She spent the better part of her school years in hospitals, her sister in the chair next to the bed while her mother slept away the pain meds pumping into her. The only difference in the situation now is her mother is awake and her sister isn't in the usual seat but standing by the window.

"Well, look who finally showed up." Her sister crosses her arms and Quinn feels like she is 13 all over again.

"Frannie, don't talk to your sister like that."

Frannie Fabray, Quinn's older and, in her father's words, the 'more accomplished' of the Fabray sisters. Where Frannie was grace and class, Quinn was considered average and a hindrance. In reality, the two were very similar in beauty. Frannie had height and a frame that could be mistaken for a model. Hair golden and sun kissed at the right angle. Her face holding much of the same structure as Quinn's. All but the nose. The nose that Quinn had broken in her early teens. Something that Frannie has always said was the only reason Quinn had become so popular. Their fights ending in insults of having to pay for beauty rather than be born with it. A fight that Frannie no longer uses due to a few augmentations to her own body. But even with the lack of beauty insults, Frannie is still a fierce and commanding presence.

"Can't show up for Thanksgiving, but comes running when someones in the hospital."

"I came as soon as I heard."

"Yes, 24 hours later."

"I was out of the country, Fran."

"Oh, right, I forget. Your lifestyle gives you no time for family."

Quinn silently reminds herself that her sister has and always will be the same. That no matter what is said in return, Frannie will always be Frannie.

"Mom?" She tries to ignore the way Frannie rolls her eyes but it's impossible when Frannie makes it a point to show distaste for Quinn's presence.

"Oh don't worry about me. Just a slip."

Quinn can feel her face twitch with the lie that easily slips through her mother's lips. How she knows the bandages around her mother's head are from a fall from the stairs. The same stairs her mother had told her to stop running up and down when she was little. The same stairs she had seen her mother fall from for the first time when she was ten. She will never forget the sound of glass breaking and the bottle of Gin that rolls toward her feet. Or the look Frannie had given her when calling for the ambulance.

"Mom…" She wishes, just once, that her mother would tell her the truth. But she also knows she has lost most of that trust along with her sister's when she told them she couldn't be in the house anymore. Or how she never wanted to be in pageants like her sister. Or how she didn't want to go to college after high school. She did not only hear the disappoint in her family but could see it with every moment until she had left.

"I'm fine sweetheart. You didn't have to come all that way to see me."

"But-"

"Why don't you go on home. You look awfully tired. Come back tomorrow when you've rested up. And bring that handsome husband of yours along with you. I haven't seen him in a while. You two are so busy."

Frannie raises an eyebrow at the mention of the word 'husband', "Yes, Quinn. Why don't you bring your husband tomorrow? I'm sure he can take time out of his busy schedule to see his mother-in-law in the hospital."

The situation with her husband had been public but she knows that it would never reach her mother, who never understands any news that comes her way. The thought of having to explain a failed marriage, another thing to put on the list of disappointments to her parents.

A nurse walks in with a tray, all smiles as if there wasn't tension in the room, "Okay ladies, it's time to let your mother take her medication."

Quinn and Frannie walk out the door to leave their mother be. Quinn knowing the words waiting to come out of her sister's mouth. She can practically see them forming in that 'perfect' blonde head of hers.

"So when are you going to tell mother dearest of your failing marriage? Waiting for the day it shows up on a bottle or in one of her country club newsletters?"

"Can you stop?"

"Why? You want me to feel sorry for you? You want me to hug you and pat you on the back for marrying a guy that NONE of your family was present for? You were so busy trying to impress mom and dad that you couldn't even see that he never loved you."

It's loud. It's so loud that nurses and other hospital staff have to stop their daily routine to stare at the two in the hallway. The slap leaves her hand stinging but she's sure Frannie's face is in a similar situation, especially with the way her sister holds a cheek in shock.

Somewhere in the midst of the whispers and curious eyes, a flash goes off and Puck is pulling Quinn away from the scene, leaving Frannie to stare in disbelief.

By midday Quinn is locked away in her own house. She can hear Mercedes' arrival because she's practically yelling at Puck for letting the incident in the hospital happen. A nurse had taken a blurry picture, nothing of great importance, and no one could really tell it was Quinn or Frannie to begin with, but it had been spread over the internet in less than 4 hours. Blogs and websites pouring in comments of peoples takes on the scene. Thankfully, no word on her mother being the reason of the visit but her sister did show up a few times as well as the other blonde.

Heavy footsteps make their way down the hallway and Quinn makes for her door, clicking the lock in place, not wanting to see Mercedes at all. She knows the problems that come with this kind of press. Especially during the movie's premiere.

"Quinn Fabray." The door muffles her managers booming voice, but not by much. It's still frightening to hear.

"I don't want to talk about it, Mercedes."

"Girl, you better open this damn door before you pay for a new one. Don't you test me, Quinn."

It's hesitant but Quinn is unlocking it and positions herself as far away from the door as possible. Legitimate fear in every fiber of her being when Mercedes walks through the door in what looks like travel clothes, meaning it hadn't been long since the plane landed.

"She provoked me."

Her lame attempt at an excuse is pathetic and Mercedes can only scoff, "I know you and your family got issues, but, damn. You people crazier than my folks back home."

"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I didn't sleep on the plane and I've been on edge since we left the hospital. I just really need a day-"

Mercedes is waving her hand in the air to stop Quinn from continuing because she knows it is only going to be filled with excuses. "Just take it. I need time to sort this mess out and I haven't even eaten yet so take the day. Stay home. No twitter, no Instagram, no Facebook. I want radio silence from you."

Quinn can only nod because it isn't every day that Mercedes is willing to let her off the hook. Or ever for that matter. Mercedes is always known for keeping things in order, it's the reason Quinn chose her.

"I'm going home. Puck is waiting to see if you need anything."

In all honesty, Quinn had seen the conversation playing out differently. She definitely wasn't prepared for the lack of anger or frustration. She had expected the works, the yelling, the reprimanding, hell, she was even coming to terms with Mercedes taking her cell phone away. But as Mercedes walks back out the room and out the door, Quinn has to shake her head in wonderment. She watches Mercedes back out of her driveway, while Puck stands next to her.

"That was nicer than expected." She says more to herself than to Puck who nods.

"She's worried. We're all worried. You've been going through too much and, to be honest, I'm surprised you haven't ended up on drugs...or worse."

"Or worse?"

"You could be pregnant with that dude's kid."

"I'd be a horrible mother." She says this with her own mother in mind and what life she had when growing up. There isn't anything true in the statement but what she sees as obvious as light and day to her is completely different from the views of those around her. Quinn knows she can be stubborn, temperamental, and, at times, unreasonable. All traits she associates with her mother and, sometimes, her father. But she also knows she would probably fight to the very end to make sure any kid she brought into the world had a life worth being proud of. Not to say Quinn isn't proud of her accomplishments, but the way she went about doing so could have involved a lot more family and a lot less lonely nights wishing she was home.

"I think you'd be a great mom," Puck quietly confesses.

I know you guys are looking for Santana and at this point it is like where the fuck is Waldo. I'm sorry for the wait or well more waiting since...it's been 84 years since she has shown up.