Sorry about the delay. I've been recovering from quite possibly the hardest test I've ever taken. And I'm still exhausted two days later.
Hope you enjoy. Thanks for the reviews.
It's almost five by the time they bring him back. He looks approximately the same, but that's not much because you're sure he couldn't have looked worse before.
You all sit there and listen to the doctor explain things. When Kurt asks when he's going to wake up, the doctor apologetically shrugs, "He'll wake up when his body is ready for him to wake up."
So you, Kurt, and Carol sit in the room, silent. Kurt's phone rings and he steps outside to answer it. When he steps back in he looks at you, "I know you don't want to leave, but Blaine needs help with the shop and if you really don't want to go, I'll go."
You shake your head, "I'll go. I'll bring you back something to eat."
Kurt hugs you, "Thank you so much."
When you get outside, you remember that Rachel took your car so you call your mom to get Eliot's number and then call him asking him to pick you up.
He gladly comes and picks you up. You ask him to drop you off at the tire shop and you can just walk after that. After assuring him that you'll be fine, he goes home.
When you open the door of the shop, you hear laughing. You walk into the front of the shop and find Blaine and an older man laughing. Blaine is wearing one of the spare jumpsuits and has grease stains all over him. The man is older with a thick face and neck with almost no hair left.
"Thanks for coming Quinn," Blaine tells you and moves behind the cash register, "I don't know how to work this thing."
You worked in the shop a few times when Carol and Burt went on vacation or something like that so you use it with relative ease. The man thanks you and Blaine before he leaves.
"Do you need any help?" you ask. You don't really like being here, but you're willing to help.
"Can you tell me which one of those things over there is an intake manifold?" he asks you with a grin. You know this is a test.
"The round one?" you ask. By his laugher you know that you failed.
"Don't worry about it," he says, "I got it. You should go get something to eat or change or something."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You ask.
He grins, picking up a wrench and leaning over the front of a motor, "Nothing's wrong with it." He pauses to position the wrench, "You look fabulous. I'm just saying, something to make you feel better. Kurt changes more than Mariah at an awards show when he's upset because it makes him feel better."
"I believe that's the first time I've been told I look fabulous by someone with their hands on a car engine," you tease him and add, "I'm going to get another sweater, it's getting colder."
He nods, "Do you know of any heaters in here?"
You walk over to the wall and flip a switch. A few heaters mounted on the wall come on, "Just turn them off if it gets too hot."
He nods and stands up straight, "Thank Quinn."
"I'm going to get food for Kurt, Burt and Carol," you tell him, "Do you want something?"
"I'll have whatever Kurt is having," he pauses, "Scratch that. I'll have what Burt's having." You laugh. "I'd hug you but I don't want to get you dirty," he offers, kissing your cheek.
"Thanks. These are Rachel's and she'd probably kill me," You reply.
You walk to the Berry house and knock on the door. Eliot answers it and immediately hugs you, "Quinn honey you don't have to knock. In fact I'll get you a key made this afternoon."
"Thanks," you smile and follow him inside.
"How's Finn?" he asks, pausing at the stairs where you start parting ways.
You wrap the sweater around you, "He's out of surgery. Now it's just waiting to see if- when he'll wake up."
He gives you a kind smile, "He'll wake up. Also, Rachel threatened me if I didn't force you to eat and although I'm not one with the force I can nag you until you want to pull your hair out as Steve can attest to. What would you like?"
"I'm going to get something for everyone on my way back," you tell him, "Thank you though."
"You're welcome to take my car. Do you need help getting all that food into the hospital?" he asks.
You think about it and nod. If you can't have Rachel, you figure that her father is the next best thing and he is a really great hugger. "Thank you."
You stop by a deli after a call to Kurt and Blaine to see what they want. Blaine tells you he'll meet you back at the hospital so you don't have to go out of your way. You get sandwiches and wraps as well as a variety of chips and water. As promised after Eliot parks his car in the hospital parking lot, he takes one of the paper bags the sandwiches are in and walks inside with you.
You, Kurt, and Blaine are seated on one side of the bed and Carol is on the other. Burt went back to the shop to check on things and look at the bigger work that Blaine couldn't do. Eliot is bustling around the room, picking up trash and straightening things. You look over at the peak of Finn's heart monitor. The steady sound is soothing even though at first the high pitched beeps drove you crazy.
You hear your phone buzz in your purse and pull it out. It's a text from Rachel. Do you need anything from home before I leave?
You think it over. You can't really think of anything except: If you can find one of my heavy sweaters or a coat, that'd be great.
When you get the reply you smile, Will you be mad if I don't actually look because I like you wearing my sweaters?
I won't be mad. Grab some of my boots though.
Sexy black ones or cute gray ones?
You pick.
Okay baby, need anything else?
Can you grab Rocky Horror? It's Finn's favorite.
Of course. Anything else?
You.
You'll have me physically in a couple hours.
Yay. Do you need me to pick you up?
No. I kept the rental car. It's at the Lima airport. Call me if you need anything else. I love you.
I love you too. Be safe.
You put your phone away and look up to see Kurt looking expectantly at you. You say, "Rachel's on her way back."
He nods with a small smile, "It's sweet of her to fly all over like this."
You nod, "She gets sweeter than that."
"Do tell," Blaine smiles at you, leaning forward.
"She was going to take me to Vail on her three days off," you tell them. You glance over at Eliot who is smiling as he throws away a sandwich wrapper.
He catches your eyes and chuckles, "Well, where do you think she got it from? It certainly wasn't Steve. He's a great husband and father but when it comes to romance…oy vey "
You all chuckle together and you smile to him, "I guess I should be thanking you then."
"You're very welcome," he gives you a wink and resumes his cleaning.
After a few hours and a check in by Dr. Lopez, Eliot goes back to the house to go to bed. It's getting really late and exhaustion is creeps up on you, slowly blanketing you. You yawn and rest your head on the closest shoulder to you. Blaine puts his arm around you and pats your shoulder, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
You shake your head. You have a stupid hope that maybe he'll wake up as Rachel walks in. He'll smile and you'll all watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show before they discharge him and you and Rachel go home and spend her remaining days off in her bed.
But that's your fantasy world. You sigh and sit up, "I'll be fine. I'm at least going to wait until Rachel gets here."
Blaine nods and looks over at Kurt who is curled up in his chair almost asleep. "Babe do you want to go?"
Kurt sits up and blinks a few time, "No I'm fine." He looks at his watch and runs a hand through his hair, "It's only midnight."
"Not in our time zone," Blaine offers with a kiss to Kurt's cheek. He glances across the room where Carol and Burt are asleep, leaning on each other.
Kurt shakes his head again, "No I'm really fine. See? I'm up all perky and….not really perky, but I'm up."
You set your head back onto Blaine's shoulder and take a deep, sleepy breath. "I need some coffee." He scoots his chair closer to you so that you're more comfortable.
"Now's the part where you tell me that I'm the best girlfriend ever for knowing exactly what you want," a cup of coffee appears in front of you. Attached to the coffee cup are the tan fingers that connect to a delicate hand, that are at the end of the faux wool coat covered arm of Rachel.
You don't pick your head up from Blaine's shoulder, but take the coffee. You moan at the smell of the coffee which immediately sends a tiny jolt of energy through you. It's enough to get you to sit up straight so you take a sip and say, "You really are the best girlfriend ever. Thank you."
She smiles at you before handing Kurt and Blaine one as well. She has two left over and sets them on the meal try next to Finn's bed. "I guess Burt and Carol aren't going to need though."
"Believe me, those coffees will be gone," Kurt sips his coffee, "Thanks Rachel."
"This is great," Blaine says standing and offering Rachel his chair.
She shakes her head, "I've been restlessly sitting on a plane for a while. It's nice to stretch my legs." She looks back at you before saying, "Oh, I almost forgot." She reaches into her gigantic-compared-to-her-small-frame purse and pulls out your copy of Rocky Horror.
"Finn's favorite," you hear Kurt say.
You nod, "I was thinking that when he wakes up the doctors will want him to stay for a while so this might give him something to do for a little bit." You look down at the movie.
"Is it good?" Blaine asks, "I've never seen it."
Audible gasps come from Rachel and Kurt. You just smile and shake your head. Rachel looks past Blaine to Kurt as she removes her coat, "What kind of boyfriend are you?"
"A terrible one I've come to find out," Kurt stands from his seat and takes the movie out of your hands. As he walks over to the television, he adds, "Blaine Anderson, I don't think I know you anymore."
After he puts the move into the built in DVD player and sits back in his seat, Blaine asks, "We're not going to wake them up are we?" He gestures to Burt and Carol.
Kurt shakes his head, "They sleep like logs." When the menu comes up, he presses play.
You pull Rachel down into your lap. She curls into you, but whispers, "I was fine standing."
"I want you here," you close your eyes and rest your chin on her upper arm. You like the feel of her weight on your. It's warm and it makes you feel safe.
She brushes your hair way from your face and kisses your forehead, "Let me know if you get uncomfortable."
"Okay," you reply and you both turn to watch the movie. Her hair smells like she just took a shower and you can tell by the color of her cheeks that it's colder outside than it was earlier. You take her hands and find that they're still cool to the touch. You warm them up one at the time by rubbing them all over without taking your eyes off of the screen.
Apparently Rachel's done with the hand warming because she threads your fingers together. Some time into the movie she asks, "Do you know what happened to your Magenta costume?"
"I gave it to Santana," you answer. Santana told you it was for Brittany because her Magenta costume got ripped. You asked why Brittany wanted to wear it and Santana laughed and told you that Brittany wasn't the one that was going to wear it.
Rachel raises an eyebrow and tilts her head toward you.
"You don't want to know," you smile at her a kiss her before looking back at the movie. Out of the corner of your eye you can tell that she figured out why you gave it to Santana, but instead of a look of shock, it's a pout.
Rachel crosses her arms and whispers to herself. You don't get all of what she said, but you distinctly heard the phrase, "new one."
You shake your head and glance over at Blaine and Kurt who are both completely engrossed in the movie. Blaine is completely rapt, mouth slightly open as Tim Curry parades around the screen in garters and lingerie.
As you turn back to the TV, you spot another pair of eyes watching the movie. The lips belonging to the eyes are mouthing the words as Frank-n-furter talks to Janet.
"Oh my god," you say out loud before you realize it's come out of your mouth. The words make Rachel follow your eyes and a smile spreads across her face, "You're awake."
Kurt and Blaine immediately abandon watching the movie. When he sees what's going on, Kurt practically launches himself on Finn before stopping mid-air. He settles for holding Finn's hand, "You're awake."
Finn nods as you all move to his bedside, "Can you go back a few scenes? I missed my favorite part."
Kurt fumbles with the remote trying to move it back, "Which scene?"
"Right after their car breaks down," you answer for him. You look down at him, "It's not nice to not tell us when you wake up from a coma."
His smile is the same charming smile he had before when he says, "Sorry. It's my favorite movie though."
You shake your head and feel a rush of relief.
"I'll go get the nurse," Blaine states as Kurt moves to the other side of the room to try to rouse their parents.
"What are you doing here?" Finn asks you, looking around the room.
"I'm here because a big metal thing fell on you and almost crushed you," you tell him. You can feel your hands shaking with excitement. He's okay.
He looks down at his body and lifts the sheet covering him, "I probably don't want to see that yet do I?" He runs his hand over the bandages on his chest.
You shake your head, "Probably not. I haven't seen them, but it can't really look that good."
He takes a deep breath and winces, "I'm okay though, right? Everything…working?"
You bite your bottom lip before answering, "I don't know." You know that he'd be heartbroken if his legs didn't work anymore or a foot or something. You haven't heard anything about that though.
Before he can ask another question, Carol is awake and rushing to his side.
You, Rachel, Blaine and Kurt stand outside while a doctor and nurse check on Finn. You stand with your back to the wall next to the door and the other three stand around you so you're in a square.
"That must be some movie to wake guys up from comas," Blaine offers, trying to lighten the mood.
Kurt smiles and looks at you, "Way to go Quinn. You woke up your ex-husband with a movie about an evil scientist drag queen."
The group laughs at this and you look from Blaine to Kurt to Rachel. She's looking lovingly at you and your insides completely melt. She takes your hand, swinging them between you.
When you're all called back inside by Burt and Carol, you find out that Finn is okay. His body is fully functioning and his stitches look okay. At the earliest they'll discharge him the day after tomorrow. Finn announces that he's hungry and within two minutes Blaine and Kurt are running out to get him something. Burt and Carol are on their phones assuring their relatives that Finn's okay and Rachel stepped out to take a call from her manager.
"You didn't have to come," Finn says, looking away from the movie that you were both watching.
You look at him from your chair, "Yeah I did." You let out an assuring smile.
He seems to be thinking it over before he adds, "I would have come too. So if you get like hit by a cab or mugged or something, you know I'll come to New York."
You nod. You have no doubt that he would. You put your hand on top of his, "How do you feel?"
"High," he answers with a crooked smile, "These have me on a really awesome painkiller."
You roll your eyes playfully. You sarcastically add, "Great." Your eyes flicker to Carol who is on the phone smiling and crying before bouncing back to Finn, "Do you need me to go do anything to the house? Clean or make you some food or something?"
He shakes his head, "No. It's fine. The house is all taken care of. Puck helped do a few things before he moved."
"He moved?" You ask, narrowing your eyes. You figured you would have heard about that.
Finn nods, "He came over a few days after the wedding and we sat on the couch watching a hockey game. At halftime he told me that he was moving to Chicago."
"To be with Lauren?" you ask, surprised and happy.
"Yeah," Finn turns his hand over to hold yours. You keep forgetting how much bigger he is than you. His hand engulfs yours, but you find a contentment in it. It's warm and strong both indicators that he is in fact okay.
"So why are you still in Lima?" you ask him.
He shrugs, "I don't know. Moving out is kinda…scary."
"It's terrifying," you tell him with a knowing smile, "But after a few days and you see that it's not really all that bad, you get to love where you are."
"I was actually thinking about moving to Chicago," he adds, "Puck said he could get me a job with him. It could be fun right?"
"Of course," you tell him, "If not, you can always come back to Lima. It's not like there's going to be a housing price spike anytime soon."
A rustling behind you alerts you that Rachel is back in the room and digging in her purse. When the digging stops, she appears next to you. You looks thoughtful and not really all that happy. She actually looks kind of worried as illustrated by her chewing on her bottom lip. When she sees you looking, she stops and forces a smile. She places your hand on your shoulder and looks at Finn, "How do you feel?"
"I feel good. Maybe a little sore. But I haven't really tried to move yet. I have a feeling that's going to be painful," he explains. His hand lets go of yours and slowly moves away. You look back up at Rachel and identify something akin to possessiveness in her eyes as she converses with Finn. Then you let back at him with his passiveness, breaking all contact with you.
You look at Rachel and wait for her to look back. When she does, you questioningly raise an eyebrow. She immediately blushes and looks away. You grin like a fool and kiss her hand that's on your shoulder. She's cute when she's jealous.
After about an hour and one large hamburger for Finn, everyone is sitting around, getting tired. Finn is already asleep and you know that Kurt, Blaine, Burt, and Carol are close.
Burt tells you, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine to go home and get some rest. They'll call you if anything changes or if they decide to discharge Finn early.
Kurt and Blaine agree and leave with you and Rachel. Once in the rental car you feel exhaustion completely course through you.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asks softly, leaning over and kissing your cheek.
You nod and lean into her, "I just want to go to bed."
"That can be arranged," she puts the key in the ignition and begins the short drive to her dads' house.
When she shuts the car down, Rachel pauses before opening her door, "I'm sorry."
"For claiming me in front of Finn?" you ask with a tired smile, knowing that you're right. She confirms that with a small, shameful nod. You lull your head toward her, "Will it help to remind you that I've only been in love with one person in my entire life?"
She shakes her head, "I'm afraid I have a fairly wide jealous streak. I'm working on it, but…it may take a while."
"It's okay," you lean over the armrest and kiss her, "I'm not going anywhere."
You quietly move into her bedroom and find her bags next to the door. You see a stack of paper on the bed as you fall down next to it. She lingers at her bags digging some clothes out. You feel like you should change, but you only seem to barely scrape up enough energy to sit up.
"What are these?" you ask Rachel, looking at the four or five large bound stacks of paper.
"They're scripts," she states. She looks awfully nervous to you and you can't figure out why. She sets the clothes on the dresser by the door.
You furrow your eyebrows and take off the sticky note on top that has your name on them, "You want me to read them for you?"
"Sorta," she leans back on her desk and looks at you.
You set the scripts on the bed next to you and cross your arms, "Rachel what's going on?"
"You have to promise not to be mad," Rachel glances at the ground and then back up at you with her head bowed.
You quirk an eyebrow, "Why would I be mad?"
"Just promise," she swallows and stays at her desk.
You nod to noncommittally agree. You've never had really great control of your temper so you don't want to promise anything.
"Because of your artistic promise and the media attention you are starting to receive…" she pauses and you know what she's about to say. You don't know if you're mad or amused or something else all together. "My agent is now your agent too." She says slowly enunciating every word carefully. Then the floodgates open and she launches into a full on, full speed ahead speech, "You have so much potential Quinn and I don't want you to waste it. I didn't tell him to focus on any kind of anything so there're these scripts and some song demos, even an offer for a modeling contract. You're having this career crisis and I've been trying to be supportive and everything, but I'm a…let's say aggressively supportive person. I want to help you. Because you're repressed, less so than before, but still I know there're things you're holding back. This may help you there too. Acting is very cathartic as is singing. I'm not sure about modeling, but it's a start as well. I just…want you to be happy. So can you please interrupt me now? Kiss me or yell at me, but stop me from talking. Because if you don't you know that I can go on and on when I'm nervous Quinn. Please?"
You let out a smirk that turns into a giggle that morphs into a fully belly laugh. You fall back onto the bed and curl up on your side as the laughter takes you over. When you wipe the tears from your eyes and finally gain control of yourself, she's looking at you like she's lost your mind.
When you raise your eyebrows at her, she let's out a small smile, "I broke you didn't I?"
"C'mere," You hold your arms open, sitting up all the way.
She walks over to you and allows you to pull her into your lap. She's sitting sideways and looking at her hands folded in her lap, "I was scared that I overstepped a line this time."
You hold her around the waist and set your chin on her shoulder, "I understand why you did what you did. I appreciate it."
"Are you going to do anything with it?" Rachel asks quietly, her eyes finally looking into yours, "Do you want me to call our agent and tell him that you're not interested?"
You think about it for a moment, but your mind is too crowded and too tired at the moment, "Can I sleep on it?"
"Of course," her whole face lights up and you can't help, but smile back at her. She kisses you softly, cupping your face.
When you're through with the kiss and press your forehead to her shoulder, "I don't know if I can get up to change or anything."
"You don't have to," she says, "I'll do it for you."
She lays you back down and tenderly takes off your jeans, sweater and shirt. Then she turns down the bed and tucks you in before changing herself and getting into the bed next to you.
You curl into her and let her hug you to her, holding you protectively against her chest. Sleep easily takes you over, Rachel trailing not far behind you.