Santana and Britney walk into the room with their Cheerio's uniform.

"Hey guys, just came back from practice?"

"Quinn!" Brittany runs up to her and hugs her lightly scared to hurt her fragile friend. Santana slowly follows behind her trying not to keep eye contact.

"Hey Q." She starts sniffling and looks up trying to contain her overflowing tears.

"Something wrong San?"

She blinks her eyes rapidly to get rid of the tears that are flowing on the bank of her eyelid and looks at Quinn in the eye.

"You fucking bitch making my eyeliner run." She catches her breath.

"-for nothing and all you have to say is hey guys. Damn, do you know how much-" She hiccups.

"You don't know how hard is was to not picture you in a full body cast how sad it would be knowing you wouldn't be able to move at all. I was pacing in the emergency room for hours and they wouldn't let us see you. I was about to go Lima on their ass but I didn't want to get banned from the hospital and not get to see you at all."

"San I'm fine. I'm still here aren't I."

"I can careless about you. I'm talking about myself, you worried the shit out of me ok. Do you know how depressing it was finding out you got in an accident on your way to the wedding and then going to school the next day not knowing if you were ok or not." She breathes in and out deeply.

"What S is trying to say is that shes glad your ok."

Santana turns around trying to hide her tears she absolutely hated it when people saw her crying. She tries to focus on something else other than crying when she sees Rachel's bag on the couch.

She rubs her eyes with the palm of her hands. "Berry is here?"

"Yeah. She's been coming every day since I've been here."

A toilet flushes and a foist is turn on in the distance and Rachel is spotted leaving the bathroom.

"Hey guys." She wipes her hands with a paper towel and throws it away in the waste basket.

The Latina looks around the room some more and notices traces of Rachel everywhere. On a side table next to her was a picture frame of the two girls snuggling together on the hospital bed. Quinn's whole left cast screamed Rachel Berry and the scent of the girl lingered on her hair.

"Is it just me or have you been getting closer to Berry."

"Yeah Q, I always thought you had a thing for her." Brittney sits at the edge of her bed and bounces up and down excitedly.

Quinn looks at Rachel and then back at them, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Look Quinn. She sees you everyday. Doesn't that spark you as weird?"

"Yeah Q, its almost as weird as unicorns not existing. I almost believed it until San showed me one during the summer. It was so majestic." She holds out her phone in front of the blonde and shows her the picture of Brittany posing next to the white unicorn.

She smiles softly at the picture and grins at Santana.

"Cut it out Fabray your freaking me out," she snapped.

She laughs in response. Santana was a sweetheart. She did her best to keep Brittany happy even if it meant renting a white horse for an hour and attaching a horn on its head.

"What are you guys talking about?" Rachel comes closer and their whispering ceased.

"Our secret weapon for nationals."

Brit places her finger on Rachel's lips. "I can't tell you about the zero gravity-"

"Brit!"

"Shit! I did it again."

"Its ok Brit I promise I wont tell anyone."

The brunette looks at the crying Santana, "Are you crying?" She quickly grabs the tissue box and hands it to her. She takes a tissue and blows into it making disturbing sounds.

"Thank you for your concern, but it's allergies. Never, I repeat never get that mistaken between tears and allergies because Lopez's don't cry." She then grabs another one and wipes her eyes.

"Since the secret is out of the bag. Do you think you can walk by nationals?"

"I'm not entirely sure. My doctor said it will take a few weeks till I fully recover."

"Don't sweat it Q, we will work something out. I mean if Artie can do it you can do it 10x better. Plus I think you'd rock that wheelchair."

"Thanks Brit."

"So how long you staying in this dump?"

"Dump? I thought you were staying at a hospital Q."

Quinn laughs at Brit's comment, "I am B, and a little over a week."

Rachel cuts in as she grabs her bag and poster from the couch, "Well I have a big project due tomorrow, so I'll be going."

"Already?" The diva nods her head.

"I been pulling it off since the beginning of this week Quinn."

"Okay then. See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Rachel leaves waving goodbye to the girls and shuts the door behind her.

Santana crosses her arms, "Please tell me she cried more than me."

"Yeah Q, did she cry while hugging you?" Brit hugged herself to gesture the warmth of forgiveness the girls must of had together.

"Cry about what?"

The Latina couldn't believe how utterly slow the blonde was until she though of the impossible, "Wait a minute..Have you even talked to her about it?"

"Talk about what?"

She was getting impatient, could she be any more slower. "The car accident Q! What else?"

"Of course not."

"Why the fuck not! Do you know how crazy that sounds Q. Shes acting completely fine and that doesn't that bother you one bit? For fuck sakes have you even faced it yourself?" Brittany holds Santana back as her anger rises in volume.

Quinn rubs her arm for comfort, "When Puck mentioned it she ran out of the room. I'm not sure why but I think its a touchy subject..I..I'm waiting for her to confront me."

"How can you avoid something like that? She obviously feels guilty, I mean why else would she be here in the first place. When something like that happens that's when you talk. Aren't you a tiny bit scared that maybe you won't be able to walk again?"

"but I will."

"What if you don't. Face it Q, you can't run away from this forever. Right now your stuck in a hospital bed and your legs don't work so I don't buy it. I tried pretending everything was ok when I was outed and it made it worse, because shit it wasn't." Brittany grabs Santana's hand and holds it tightly.

"Doesn't it bother you at all that you two have been acting completely normal?"

"Maybe, it's best that way. We are happier when we don't talk about it."

"Don't give me that bull shit! I know what you been through Q and this..this has to be the worst. Of all people you should have been given a break and yet you have to deal with this shit again. I know you must be tired but your not the only one suffering here Q. We have to pull through the same shit too but how the fuck are we going to do that if you can't help yourself. As much as you think it's going to happen, Rachel isn't going to bust through those doors and comfort you because truthfully if I was the cause of Brit's accident I'd need all Vodka and ice cream I could get. I wouldn't even care if I got fat."

Quinn's eyes are red and she wipes her tears. It was true that they had been ignoring the subject. They were running away. Why? Because Quinn was scared to face Rachel and Rachel..Rachel felt guilty? She went through so much drama and she was just plain sick of it. Why couldn't you skip the drama and move onto happiness. Was that so wrong to do?

Santana sighs when she looks at her crying friend, "Look. I'm sorry." She sits down and cradles Quinn's head into her chest.

"It's hard for me to deal with these kind of things Q. Feelings I mean. I can tell your hurting and I feel so stupid for not helping you in the past. I ignored it because I didn't want to be mixed into your problems because trust me I had plenty of my own but look what it had lead you to do. -but I promise for now on I'll always be here for you."

Brittany wraps her arms around her waist, "Me too Q."

"Me too."

xxx

Quinn turns off the T.V. as the tiny girl walks into the room. "Hey Rach! How was school?"

Rachel drops her bag to the floor and tightens her fist trying her best not to yell. "Is this what you do all day? Watch T.V?"

Earlier that day Finn had upset her. He had told her something that she didn't like and it was the reason why she was in a sour mood. Rachel didn't come to yell at Quinn she was seeking comfort because no one understood her the way she did but it came out so wrong. Her calm collective voice turned into a hurtful and irritable tone.

"No, but there isn't much else I can do Rachel."

"You been in the hospital for over a week and your not doing crap..I been bringing your homework everyday and it's piling up! Its not the end of the world Quinn..your stuck in this room but the world around you is still going forward. You have the rest of Senior year to look forward to and you are going to Yale in the fall."

"Rachel are you PMsing?" she cracks a smile and begins to laugh until the brunette snaps.

"God dammit Quinn!" She places her hand on her forehead and the tears start rolling down her face. When Rachel swore in the name of God everyone knew she was damn right serious.

The blonde regretted cracking the joke she thought that her anger would simply go away but it did the exact opposite. This was the first time she truly saw the girl flustered in emotions and yet she ignored it.

Her voice becomes hoarse and she voice sounds choked, "Have you even tried walking yet? Put in any effort at all."

Her change in tone wasn't what caught her attention but it was the way she questioned her attempt to walk because Quinn was in no way shape to walk anytime soon. She could barely move her own arms without getting tired.

Quinn looks away and Rachel picks her bag up from off the ground.

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

The girl is out of the door before Quinn can say a word. Something was wrong because Rachel always walked out when she couldn't handle her composure.

"When something like that happens like that, that's when you talk."

"Rachel wait!"

Something grabs a hold of her arm and she turns around. She is stunned when she finds Quinn holding on to her.

"How did you you that alone?"

The blonde knew something was up. There was always something that had been bothering her but she couldn't ignore it like before. She had to run after Rachel to make her know that she wasn't going to let everything slip by without any acknowledgement. Nothing had stopped them in the past from helping each other but what was so different now?

Quinn lowers her bed and unlatches both sides of her bed. She flips onto her belly and turns her body in a 90 degree angle.

Arms first Fabray, arms first. She leans forward trying to touch the ground with her fingers while she drags her legs behind her. She is on her back now and stretches her arms to catch her legs with her hands to avoid it crashing to the ground. She uses her upper body strength to crawl toward the wheelchair. She grabs put of the seat and lifts herself up when her hand slips and the wheel chair slams into the wall causing her to fall hard.

"Fuck Rachel." Tears are in her eyes now. She never felt so useless so weak without Rachel catering to her every whim. She crawls over the the wheel chair, grabbing onto the handles and lifts herself up.

"I crawled Rachel but that's not the point. Please come back with me and we can talk this out. I know something is wrong and I don't want you to deal with it alone. I'm here for you."

"Ok."

The girls make their way back into the room and Quinn is on the bed. She makes room next to her and pats the empty space beside her. "Come here Rach."

Rachel slips off her shoes and sits down on the bed.

"Now lay down with me and then we can talk."

She lays down with her back against the blonde. "I'm sorry Quinn. I put all my anger on you. You didn't deserve to be yelled at." Quinn could hear her sniffling quietly.

"It's ok Rach I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry I cracked a joke, it was totally inappropriate."

The brunette turns around into the blonde's neck and she could feel the warm tear drops hitting her chest. She snuggled closer to her and Quinn held her.

"You don't have to hold back the tears you know. I won't judge you, I never have." And it was true. Sure the blonde tortured her and called her names but she never judged her. Not even when she wanted to get a nose job of her nose. She thought the brunette was beautiful the way she was but it was her decision after all and she had no choice but to support it if that would convince her that she was beautiful.

Rachel gushes out a bunch of tears onto her chest making her gown damp.

"We can talk when you are ready."

They remain silent for awhile until Rachel speaks up. "Quinn," She whimpers but she catches the movement of her lips against her collar bone.

"Yes Rach."

"I been ignoring him."

"Who?"

"Finn." She looked up at her hazel eyes and then ducked her head into her chest.

"Does that make me a bad person?"

"Not at all, but you should of knew you'd have to face him sooner or later."

"He keeps pushing it Quinn. How do I tell him I don't want to get married anymore."

She tries her best not to smile and holds Rachel closer. Tears of joy fall from her eyes and lightly brushes her lips over Rachel's head.

"Only way is to talk about it Rach. As hard as it may be that's the only way."

She wanted to tell her so badly that she wasn't to blame for the accident but she didn't want to build onto her problems. All she wanted to do was hug the diva because for the first time they were talking and for the first time they shared tears.

xxx

Quinn woke up confused when she found out she was no longer embracing Rachel. The warmth that the girl casted was long gone and her bed never felt so empty.

"Quinn." An ambiguous voice came from across the room. At first she thought it was Rachel until her name was called again.

"Is that you, mom?" Quinn turns around and sees her mom sitting on the couch. It's too dark but from the sound of her voice it sounds like she has been crying for a past hour.

She clears her throat, "What's the name of that friend of yours..the brunette.."

"Rachel? By the way do you know where she went? She was sleeping by me earlier."

Judy paused remembering what had happened a few hours ago and the fright on the girl's face when she saw her.

"I'm sorry, I came by yesterday to drop off your laptop and your charger and I woke the poor girl up. When she saw me she started crying and kept apologizing until she ran out. You should of saw her face though..it was the same as that night."

Quinn was barely half awake and didn't catch much of what her mother was saying. "What?"

"Your father..was about to hit her until I called him out. I have no idea what he would have done if I wasn't there to stop him."

She was alert now she knew how abusive her father was, especially when he was drunk, but what extent would he go. Certainly he couldn't be capable of hitting a complete stranger or her friend. Or would he?

"You don't think he'd actually hit her right?"

"I'm not sure-but the damage was done by the time I got there." She had heard it before but how could she forget something like that so easily. I mean her father being there was a surprise alone. He didn't just kicked her to the curve he disowned her when she needed her father the most.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought you knew. She didn't tell you about it?"

"I found out from Puck but she hasn't told me a thing.

"But dear she should of had. After all you talked to her right?"

"Yes mom. We talk all the time."

"You know that's not what I meant. Don't tell me you haven't talked to her at all."

"About what?"

"The accident. What else?"

Quinn replies with a ire bitter tone, she didn't understand why everyone was nagging her so much. Shouldn't they be happy that they were okay? "No, I haven't ok. Why is it such a big deal to talk about it. We are happy and that's what matters right?"

"Have you even thought of what she must be going through? I'm pretty sure she thinks shes the blame for all this Quinn. Why else would she run out?"

"but it's not."

"But in her mind it is. Look Quinn-as long as you don't confront her that's all shes going to believe. Your worst enemy is yourself. You can change the situation that your in but you can't change the situation."

"Who told you that?"

"You did Quinn."

She turns over onto her side against her mother. The blonde suppresses the sounds coming from her mouth as the tears stream down her face. The last thing she needed was her mom lecturing her at 2AM in the morning.

"You have no clue what shes been through since the accident do you?"

xxx

The blonde wakes up but is an unable to peel her eyes open but she can see frequent change of light under her eyelids as the EMT rush her toward the emergency room. Her head is throbbing loudly and her legs feel like a thousand thumb tacks stabbing them repeatedly. She can't hear but she can feel the vibration of gurney that is moving her. The pain becomes unbearable and she blanks out a few second later.

She is concious again but her vision is blurry and she can see a figure of a brown haired girl near her bedside. She tries to see who it is and question her what had happened but her head and lips weren't moving to her command.

Now that she thought about it, it must of been Rachel but why was she there in the first place? Why wasn't she at her wedding? A door is slammed open and the girl is being dragged out of the room by the roots of her hair.

She hears a familiar voice yelling but is only able to make out some of the words.

"This isn't a place to talk If you respect her space talk to me out of this room."

"You want respect? Your the one that put my little girl in this room."

The presence of the figures disappear and Quinn's vision goes pitch black.

Quinn never really noticed the details before and now that it was playing back in her head she couldn't help but think if it was because she was still weak or if her mind was subconsciously creating it because this time when she woke up Rachel wasn't beautiful in her wedding dress. Her lipstick was smeared, her eyeliner was smudged, her gown was run downed and her hair was ruffled. But the only thing that was the same was that the brunette hadn't said a single word about it.