A/N: Sorry for the big break between updates. It is definitely harder to update now that I work and am not in school. Thank you to all my loyal reviews and to those guests you have reviewed. I hope you like this chapter. It is another peak into Quinn and Judy's relationship as well as their continued struggle to repair their relationship, especially in the face of Quinn's accident. We are moving closer to Quinn returning to school, maybe the next chapter if not definitely the one after that. Hope you like it. Please continue to review. Disclaimer: I do not own GLEE or any of its characters. Glee belongs to it's creators and FOX.

Smash!

"Agh!" Quinn screamed in frustration as the glass she'd been reaching for shattered into a billion sparkling and dangerous shards. The quick steps of someone running soon filled the air and Quinn slumped in her seat and sighed.

"Quinnie are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Quinn bit out. She refused to look at her mother's hurt face that she knew was there.

"but the glass…"

Quinn rubbed her face in order to keep herself form exploding, "Slipped from my hand and broke. I am fine."

"Oh, Okay, well let me clean this up."

Quinn shook her head, "No I got it." She growled.

"Quinn I don't want you to cut yourself."

Finally Quinn looked up, "Mom I have it." She yelled. Judy stepped back her eyes looking away filling with tears. Quinn bit her lip. "I'm sorry mom. Please just let me do this myself." She said gentler.

"Sure." Judy left swiftly and Quinn slouched in her chair. She hadn't meant to be so mean to her mother it was just so damn frustrating. Her mom treated her like a toddler, like she couldn't do anything herself. It wasn't true. Sure Quinn had become a near invalid in the span of the thirty seconds it took for the truck to crush her spin, but she wasn't a baby. Yeah so she couldn't walk or dance, she couldn't get into bed by herself, or change her clothes, or get a freaking shower, but she wasn't a baby. Yeah the new height disadvantage, even with the cabinets being reordered so the things she needed most were on the bottom shelf, meant she could barely reach anything and she'd shattered at least 5 glasses in the two weeks she'd been home, but she wasn't a child. She was 18 years old and she knew how to clean up god damn broken glass.

Maneuvering herself around the glass she grabbed the broom and the dustpan, a new dustpan with a long handle her mom had the foresight to buy, and went to work. Though it took longer than normal Quinn finally had all the glass up and smiled in triumph as she knocked the glass pieces in the trashcan. Her pride was short lived as she heard a sob come from the living room.

Quinn groaned. Seriously why the hell was her mother crying, she hadn't been that mean, had she? While debating between deciding to ignore her mother or go in and talk to her Quinn managed to get herself a drink of water without breaking the glass. Eventually coming to the decision that ignoring her mom was not a good idea she rolled into the living room.

"Mom?" Judy jumped startled at Quinn's voice and wiped her eye dry.

"Quinn I didn't hear you."

"Why are you crying?" Quinn moved directly in front of her mother. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap like that. I just, I am so frustrated." Quinn admitted.

Judy gave her a sad smile, "I know you are and I'm not crying because you snapped at me."

"Then why, you know you can talk to me. We talk now right?" Quinn was feeling anxious now. Her relationship with her mother was eons better now but they still had trouble at times, especially when it came to expressing themselves and their emotions.

"We do. I'm sorry honey, its…it hurts so much to see you struggle, to see you at your wits end when trying to do task you once didn't even think of, it kills me when you are so embarrassed when I dress you or help you into the bath." Judy was crying harder now. Quinn didn't know what to do or say.

"I know I have no right to cry, its not me going through all of this, but you're my baby, you're my Quinn, and it hurts so damn much to see you in pain. I want to take it away, I want to trade places with you, I want you to be happy again."

Quinn bit her lip trying to stop her own tears from falling. Yeah she knew it was hard for her mother to have her daughter so badly hurt, but Quinn hadn't really been confronted by that pain yet, her mom had been so strong and stoic and supportive through everything Quinn hadn't stopped to think her mom might be struggling too.

"Oh Mom." Quinn rested her hands on Judy's knees and squeeze. "I'm sorry I have been so miserable around here. That I didn't think about what you could be going through."

Judy was shaking her head, "No you have a right to work through your emotions right now Quinn. It is a hard adjustment, what you are going through. You have the right to mourn what you lost."

Quinn pulled her hands away form her mom, her breath hitched, her voice held an edge as she spoke, "I haven't lost anything, I will walk again."

Judy stared at Quinn. Her mouth opened and then closed. When she finally spoke it was low and cautious, "Quinn you need to realize that this may be permanent."

"Its not. It will not!" Quinn felt the fear and anger rise inside of her. Of course she'd thought about it, how could she not when just this week she failed to control her bowls and bladder 50% of the time, when no more sensation had returned to her legs. But she wouldn't accept it, she couldn't. She was going to walk again; she'd show them all.

"I am making progress." She mumbled, and it was true, two weeks ago she couldn't control her bladder or bowl at all. "I'm further along than anyone with my injury at this point in time." Quinn continued meekly.

Judy reached over and squeezed Quinn's hands, "You are and I am so proud of you. I know deep down in my heart that you can over come anything."

"They why are you saying I have to accept that I may never walk again?"

"Because Quinn, sometimes shear will power is not enough, and I fear that if you and I are wrong, that if your progress eventually stops, that you will be heartbroken and I can't see you like that, not again. I am not saying give up, I am not saying to throw in the towel and accept your lot in life. No I want you to fight, I want you to attack this and I want you to succeed, but I also what you to accept that there is a possibility that you won't walk again. I want you know understand it, realize it, and if that day comes where the doctors say there is nothing else they can do for you, that you won't heal anymore, that you will be able to accept it and move on. I don't want you to be disappointed. Your life will go on, it will be full, you will succeed in your dreams even if you never walk again."

Quinn let her mother's words invade her mind. She knew her mom was right. She could acknowledge the fact that she may remain in a wheelchair for the rest of her life but still not give up. Denial would only lead to pain and suffering but Quinn was good at denial, she knew denial; denial that her father beat her, denial that she was pregnant, denial that her family abandoned her, denial that she was dying inside from giving away her baby, denial was her best yet worst friend. Maybe it was time to stop denying the possibility of her permanent paralysis, acknowledgement wasn't conceding. She could and would continue her battle.

Tears began to fall as she nodded at her mother's words. "I don't want it to be true." Quinn sobbed. Judy swiftly pulled Quinn into her lap and rocked her. "I want to walk again, I want to dance. I want to run in the backyard with Beth, I want to show her how do cartwheel, I want to be me again."

"I know baby, I know." Judy kissed Quinn's temple and rocked her. Quinn relished in her mothers embrace as she let the idea that she may never walk again finally resonate in her soul, as she finally worked through those feelings.

A half an hour later Quinn was done crying but she continued to hold on to her mother refusing to let go, not yet, maybe she wasn't a child or a baby anymore, but she still needed her mother just as she always had, and now her mother was finally there.

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