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Puck enters with a bag full of tacos from Jack in the Box. "Still not back?" He takes off his leather jacket and hangs it from the side of the couch.

"No." She sighs and slumps down into the bed. "And she's not coming back"

He digs into the bag and offers her a taco but she refuses. "How can you be so sure?" He sits on the couch and places the bag down next to him. He didn't want to eat knowing the conversation was going to be a emotional wreck for the girl.

"I have a feeling." Quinn leans her head back to stare out the window. "and I can careless really."

"I can't stand you guys anymore. Why cant you just sit down for once and talk things through?"

"We did talk."

"Really Q? Then tell me this. Why did she run away that one night?"

"I...I don't know."

"Exactly you don't."

"I'm tired ok." She closes her eyes as the weigh of her eyelids sunk her further into the bed like quicksand. "-of dealing with everything."

"So what your going to give everything up?"

"Is it wrong to say you had enough?"

"No."

"Is it bad to give up."

"Don't tell me your going to do what I think you are."

"Right now..I cant focus on us. On her." She places her palms in her eyes. "I need to deal with me."

"You can't be serious."

"I am and you can't change my mind."

"This is just an excuse not to deal with things. Will you stop running away for once and face her head on!"

"I'm not running away."

"You are Quinn you are. Your actions are no different from hers. You see something happening in front of your eyes and yet you don't do anything about it and Rachel literally runs away to avoid it at all means."

"I'm not doing anything wrong."

"Quinn your right. You aren't doing anything and I'm sorry but I don't want to be apart of this anymore."

"What?" Puck grabs his leather jacket and put it on. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going to bother helping you anymore because you clearly haven't done anything. Rachel is still out there fucked up." His words make her eyes cringe.

What was there to talk about? All she knew was that it had to do something with Finn.

He leaves and comes back a few seconds later. "I forgot my tacos!" He snatches the bag and leaves.

"Quinn is something wrong? I heard you guys yelling from the hallway."

"No everything is fine Eleanor."

"You sure? The boy passed by me and didn't even acknowledge my existence."

"I'm sure."

xxx

She didn't know she'd be sleeping in the garage. Of all places this was the worse. No bathroom. No heater. No kitchen. No nothing. Except for a mini fridge, a microwave and a box full of disposable bed pans. She thought once she was out of the hospital she'd be rid of those horrible bed pans for good but no.

Her bed was in fact useless piece of furniture because she wouldn't be able to get on the damn thing to save her life. So she resorted to the brown box couch that used to be in their living room. Not the most comfortable thing in the world but it would have to do for the mean time.

The blonde's blanket falls off the couch as she wakes startled from a hallow tin can crashing to the ground.

Must be raccoons.

The air is crisp cold and it consumes her body almost instantly causing goosebumps to rise upon her skin infectiously.

The light switch is too far away and it is too dark to get on her wheelchair carefully. She rubs her arms rapidly to gain heat but it quickly fades away after she has completed the motion.

Its only 3 am when she wakes. She had only gotten a few minutes of sleep because she couldn't help but think of what was going to come tomorrow when she was going to re-enter the doors of Mckinley High.

Would people see her differently or bully her?

What to wear. How to act to the stares and laughter.

But most of all. Would Rachel be happy to see her? Help her to class? Protect her? Assist her to the bathroom?

All these thoughts ran through her mind and for some reason she couldn't help but think that the diva would ignore her.

Quinn wakes to lingering smell of bacon in the air.

"How was your sleep hun?"

"Cold." She groans as her mother sets a plate full of bacon and eggs on her abdomen.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I just have a request."

"What might that be?"

"Clap on lights." Her mother laughs and claps her hands and the lights flicker on.

She gets up into a sitting position, now wide awake. "You gotta be kidding me!" She squeezes her mother's arm softly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I forget these things darling."

"Is there anything else you forgot to tell me?"

"Actually, I'm going to be gone for the rest of the week."

"Oh, business trip?"

It didn't surprise her. There where instances on her birthday where her parents had went out to work and she'd be home alone celebrating with her sister.

"Yes. Will you be ok here alone? I know you just got out of the hospital." Judy takes out her phone, "You know what I'll call them right now." She then begins to dial her boss's number.

Quinn places her hand on her moms. "Its fine mom you don't have to cancel anything." Her mother puts the call on hold and stares at the blonde. "I'm fine, I promise."

She covers the speaker, "You sure darling?"

"We need the money." She places the phone back to her ear.

Quinn can understand some of the words the person is saying from the other line as her mother speaks.

You needed something Judy?

No just letting you know I'm good for the trip.

Ok, well glad to have you on board. We are expecting to leave early tomorrow. I hope you have already packed.

Will do.

Can't wait. Goodbye Judy

Bye.

She hangs up the phone and places her hands on her lap. "We don't want to be late for our first day do we?" She pats her daughter's leg softly, "So once you finish your breakfast we can hit the showers."

xxx

"I hope to see you at practice today Q." She sits in her chair, "Miss another day and you'll be too far behind."

"I'll be there."

"Just because you are in a wheel chair I expect no less of you. So you better not be late."

"I'll make sure to leave class early."

The bell for school rings. Quinn makes her way out of her office.

"Q."

"Yes Coach."

"I hope you enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thank you." She smiles and rolls into the hallway.

Today might of been a rough start but she still had the rest of the day to truly enjoy. Right?

As she makes her way into first period late, everyone glares at her in silence.

"Ahh Quinn. Nice to have you back."

"Thank you. Sorry I'm late I-"

"I understand." He marks the board as she sits there. "Well grab a seat. I mean- You know what I mean, so get to it."

She takes a deep breathe in as she surveys the classroom for a place to sit. "Quinn! Over here!"

Mercedes.

"Hey girlfriend." She moves the chair to the side that was previously in front of the table."Glad your back."

Once the bell rings everyone turns to her. "Dang Fabray back from the dead." He holds out a knuckle.

"Uhh thanks I guess." He waits patiently for her to fist pump him and she awkwardly presses her fist against his to make him go away.

"That Berry girl she's your friend right?"

"Um yeah."

"Micheal I insist you get to work and talk to girls on your own time."

"Yes sir." He turns to the board but turns his head and grins at the blonde.

"In a wheel chair and somehow still manage to attract guys."

She smiles, "I'd rather not gain more attention than I already am and I'm not so interested in guys anymore."

"Girl your crazy. If I was you I'd take advantage of it."

The class goes by quickly as the girls catch up and the bell to the next class rings. As she enters the hallways she waits for someone to call her a name or be consumed by the crowd like she had when she was in a wheelchair before but instead she's hit with greetings.

Woah welcome back Fabray!

Can I wheel you to class?

Looking good in that wheel chair Q.

Mercedes bends down to Quinn's ear, "Seems like someone is pop-u-lar."

"I didn't expect everyone to be happy to see me back."

The rest of day was basically the same. No one really bullied her but time to time she'd hear rude remarks as she passed by them. She'd tried her best to ignore them but as she roll away their laughter and snickers got to her.

"Loser."

"Serves you right."

"Watch it man she might run you over."

"Wheel she ever walk again?"

Well maybe a few vulgar insults but that was all.

The final school bell rung and as much as she wanted to actually talk to Rachel about what had happened a few days ago, she couldn't possibly confront her any time of the day because after Rachel perched her lips upon Finn's she couldn't properly swallow the image and act on pure instincts like she used to.

Quinn enters the locker room and puts on her Cheerios practice uniform. As she leaves the locker room everyone is rushing to get in and accidentally bumps into a hockey player on her way out.

"I'm so sorry."

"Watch it wheel jockey!" She looks down to her knees. All she wanted was to avoid as much trouble as possible but this time it didn't work. He didn't go away.

He turns to her apathetically talking to her in a sweet sarcastic tone, "Oh did I hurt your feelings?" Tears surface her eyes and she continues to look down. "What are going to do about it? Kick me?" He gets down on one knee to her eye level, "Go ahead kick me." He laughs as her eyes bewilder. "The hardest you can!"

"Shut it hockey puck." Santana growls.

"Me and Fabray were just have a friendly chat." He pushes her. "So why don't you go back into the closet you freak."

"What the fuck you say bitch. I will go Lima, Ohio on your fucking dumb ass." She claws her nails into her hand ready to knock him out.

He laughs, "Thanks for the offer but I don't have a thing for dykes." He then bumps into her shoulder as he passes by the Latina.

"Just let it go San. He's not worth it."

"How can you say that? Didn't you just hear what he said to you.. to me? And you want to back down?"

"We have practice to go to. Why don't you get ready before Coach Sue makes you run extra laps." Santana curses under her breathe. "If he messes with you again I'm not holding back Q. I will tear his head off, attach it to a hockey stick and hit pucks into the damn goal until his skull breaks."

"Please San." The girl looks into the blondes eyes and sighs.

"It's not ok Q. Not the way you defended me when I was outed. You stayed by my side even though they called you Lesbray for weeks. I just feel so worthless not being able to do nothing but say threats."

"You aren't worthless S. Just being by my side is enough. It always has been."

"God Q. Always making my mascara run at the wrong times. Now I have to fucking re-apply everything." Even though Santana would probably beat her up she couldn't help but smile.

As Brittany walks out of the locker room she hugs the girl with concern, "San! Your allergies are acting up again?

San wipes her eyes and points at the girl in the wheel chair, "I found out I'm allergic to Quinn?"

xxx

Sue yells into her red megaphone that has the word Cherrio painted across it in white font, "Alright girls I want 50 stadium laps. If I cant smell you from a mile away here your not trying hard enough." The girls begin to run the stairs and Sue stops the blonde in her tracks.

The blonde wanted nothing but to feel normal when she returned to school. She didn't like to be subjected to something lower than anyone else but she didn't have a choice. Not when they had to run stadiums.

"Q, not to be a sour puss but your gonna have to wheel around the track."

"I know." She looks down at her legs. Then wheels towards the ramp that leads to the track field.

"Your not moving fast enough Fabray! I don't care if your wheel chair falls apart getting there- Roll your big ass faster down that ramp."

Quinn quickly goes down the ramp. Then pushes herself up onto the red turf and goes to the starting line.

A whistle is blown and off she went.

After a lap her arms grow tremendously tired. Her hands are sweaty and slip as she turns the wheels. Her weigh magnifies and it becomes difficult to push herself forward.

You cant stop now Fabray. You can't.

She makes it around one more time and her muscles are tighten around her arms. She is panting heavily and drowning in sweat underneath her brow.

For the first time she stops to rest. Her heart pounds painfully against the walls of her chest. As she catches her breathe the pain ceases but she can hear and feel her heart throbbing hands and head. It had been well over an hour and she had only done 2 laps. She stares at her legs commanding them to move.

Move dammit!

Move.

Please I beg you.

Plea-se.

She lifts her leg up as if giving it a head start. Hoping that her legs would magically move again.

She wipes her tears as her whole body trembles from frustration.

I can't move my legs.

I can't fucking move my legs.

I feel sorry for myself.

I can barely get around with my arms.

I can't even help myself.

Brittany and Santana see the crying blonde and run up to her. "Hey..hey what's wrong?"

"I cant do this. Here I thought that maybe my life isn't completely over and I can barely do a mile in this thing."

"Your life isn't over Q. Its barely starting."

"What if I never recover?"

"Don't beat yourself up. You just started to. There is no rush in anything."

"Yeah Q, you can try again tomorrow." Brit places her hand on Quinn's shoulder and she brushes away the girl's comforting hand.

"I don't want to. If I give up now there is no hope for me."

Seeing the blonde made them feel as bad as it did when they saw Quinn crying over Berry's wedding. She had stormed into the Lopez household after telling Rachel she couldn't let her ruin her life marrying Finn Hudson.

"Q." The blonde continues to wheel forward but stops a few meters away and begins to cry again. Brittany and Santana look at each other and do what they do best when words aren't enough. Sing.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

She wipes her sweaty hands against her shorts and grips the handles bars. She then closes her eyes slowly, taking a deep breathe in and then exhaling loudly.

You can do this Quinn.

She moves forward as each word impacts her differently.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Every lyric had connected to her like never before and hearing it made waves of tears freely fall down her face. Yet she doesn't bother to wipe them and continues to move forward blindly.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

They walk behind her slowly increasing their pace behind the blonde's. With a large push forward she makes it pass the finish line for the third time.

Only one more to go Q.

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

The girls always walk behind her making sure not to pass her because it was something the blonde had to face herself. No matter how painful and tempting it was to not help their dear friend, who was breaking down in front of their eyes, trying to pull through the impossible.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Quinn sees the finish line and ignores all the pain in her arms and pushes forward faster and stronger.

Your almost there.

Her heart is hammering against her chest breaking her mere spirit. Her mind might of had the capacity of moving forward but her body was giving up on her.

Don't break now.

Her face and arms inflamed and her face turns beat red.

Rachel believes in you.

She pictures Rachel with Finn.

Kissing him.

Leaving her.

Rachel without Quinn.

Her arms start failing on her and the tears that stream down her face sizzle against her skin.

You can do it Quinn. You can do anything if you put your mind to it. Your Quinn Fabray!

She blocks the scorching tensions in her muscles and wheels forward with one last push passing the finish line. The instant she had stopped her arms rippled with pain. She places her hand upon her chest trying to calm her heart.

Santana and Brittany run towards her amazed at the blonde's sudden speed and endurance.

"Nice finish Quinn."

The blonde tries to catch her breathe as if someone had sucked all the air out of her. Yet a huge smile widens across her face as she intakes air. She wipes the sweat off her brow with her arm and places her arms behind her head as the girls push her.

"You guys I don't know how to tell you this but can you help me take a shower."

"Q. We are all girls here." Quinn can feel herself blushing but she was so red that they wouldn't be able to tell.

"Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I'm into you." The Latina sighs as the girl continues to look at her nervously. "I've seen you naked plenty of times."

"You have?"

"Look do you want me to help or not?" she scolds.

"I do."

"Ok then. Lets go."

"Actually I'd like to rest out here for a while. Catch a breather if you know what I mean."

"If you say so. Me and Brit will hit the showers and then we will come back for you."

"Kay." They leave and Quinn leans back into her wheel chair.

A voice echos her name across the field but she has no idea where it's coming from.

A tan boy runs up to her with lacrosse gear on, "Hey Fabray! I've been calling you"

"and you are?"

He removes his mask and smiles. "Hey Micheal right?" "I didn't know you where on the lacrosse team."

"Uh yeah. I joined this year."

"Oh. I just rejoined the Cheerios."

"Nice." It made her feel comfortable that he didn't comment on how she looked right now or that she was drenched in sweat but something else bothered her."So about that Berry girl."

That's the last thing she wanted to hear. When Rachel first came to the school that's all the jocks talked about until she said.

"Rachel who?" She passes by the girl and reports back to the boys. "Oh shes such a complete loser. If you like her you lack any taste in women."

"I think I'm going to talk to her."

"Finn you can't. I won't allow you. I swear to God I will stop making out with you if you do."

"Look if you have a thing for her by all means tell her yourself."

"Woah, did I hit a nerve or something?" She sighs and removes the strands of hair away from her face. "I was just gonna mention how much she loves you as a friend. She begged Principle Figgins to hold an assembly about you. -well about disabilities."

"She did not?"

"She did." Quinn couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure if she should be hurt or happy. Because of the fact that she had believed that Rachel wanted nothing to do with her. Or the fact that since she had gotten back that the brunette thought doing such a thing would make up for everything else she wasn't there for.

She had to. Needed to. At least thank the diva. But every time she got close, Finchel was going at it. Since her whole time here she never felt so far away from the girl and she never felt so lonely.

Her mother was gone for the weekend.

Puck was out of the picture.

Brittany and Santana where there for her but she didn't want to drag them into her pool of problems and the glee club where to start. It was no one's business to know about her situation and she was going to keep it that way. She didn't want them to feel any less sorry for her then how she felt about herself because they were somewhat there for her when she didn't ask them to and they had hope that she'd recover.

FRIDAY: "Welcome back Quinn!" Everyone claps and the blonde masks the sad look in her eyes with a half smile. Tina smiles as Mike wraps his arm around her neck. "We all missed you Quinn."

"Definitely." Sugar smiles, "-and I have a surprise for you." The blonde waits for her surprise patiently. "Oh it's in the waste basket."

The blonde wheels over to the waste basket and picks up a packet full of 100 bedazzle jewels. "Wow," she laughs.

"It's something to sparkle that new ride of yours. If you know what I mean."

"Thank you." She wipes her tears. "Everyone- thank you."

"Let's give up for Quinn!" Everyone claps again and the blonde openly takes in their support and love. She looks up at Rachel in curiosity.

Does she still care?

Although Quinn and Rachel had only fought yesterday she had felt more distant from her friend. They hadn't said anything about their relationship but it had crumbled to ruins.

The brunette immediately stops her movement as if shes a rabbit in disguise. She rises her chin in the air as if shes trying to keep in every single emotion that was uncontrollably spreading over her body. Finn wraps his arm around the girl's waist and her body calms down.

Speechless.

"We actually been working on a song for you." His voice redirects her attention to the front of the room.

She gulps but her voice remains scratchy and dry,"Really?"

Mr. Shue sees Finchel's sudden make out and tries to gets the brunettes attention by snapping his fingers. "Rachel if you please." She pulls away. "Right now."

She gets off of Finn's lap and prances off to the piano. The brunette opens the cover of the piano and begins to play a few notes.

These notes sounded familiar but she couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Every key is hit delicately until one is struck hard and loud. It sends a wave over the brunette and as she hits the following key lightly but a similar sound echos from the piano. She repetitively tries to fix her mistakes but the same strange sound fixates from the piano. She then presses the key , lightly. Harder, faster. Yet the sound remains almost as if the piano is beckoning in agony.

She hits the keys with her fist out of frustration and gets up dramatically causing the chair to tip over. "Mr. Shue with all respects, your piano is-" The diva stops her self from saying something completely out of character, "-unacceptable. I can't work with things that don't want to cooperate with me- and I'm not feeling this song. I mean isn't it too happy?"

"That's the point Rachel, I mean after all you are the one who chose it."

Her eyebrows knit together and she crosses her arms. "You sounded perfectly fine in the beginning. Right guys?" The glee members agree but Quinn was more focused on how the girl continually pounded the key that sounded perfectly after she had made one single mistake.

"Its fine if you make mistakes. Just start from the top." He licks his dry lips and clasps his hands together.

"You cant always call for a redo Mr. Shue. Life doesn't work that way." She presses the key again and it brings a harmonic ring to the ears. The brunette grips her teeth and yells, "See what I mean! Sure you can do something like get remarried but that doesn't change the fact that you were originally married to someone else."

"Rachel what does that have to do with anything?"

"It deals with everything! Excuse me if you may but I can't handle this right now." She leaves the room with rage and Finn runs after her.

"Rachel ahh- no." he grips his curly locks and sighs into his hands. What did that have to do with anything. "I'm sorry Quinn I'm not sure what's up with her today." He smooths over his mouth not really sure how to react to the diva's sudden outbreak.

"Its fine Mr. Shue. Me and Rachel aren't really friends anymore."

"So this is what everything is about. I'm sorry Quinn we are going to have to do the number next time."

"Its fine its the thought that counts." She stares at the glee kids still in shock from her abnormal performance. I mean it's something they'd expect old Rachel to do but shes changed.

Plus Rachel has been whining and whipping them up to shape so that when she would return it would be perfect. So that Quinn returned she wouldn't feel like she was still herself despite being in a wheel chair.

"I'm sorry that you guy's welcome back plan didn't work so well- but I hope you understand that I have to go."

"By all means Quinn go ahead."

"Thank you Mr. Shue. -and Artie no need to wait for me." She rolls into the hallway in a hurry hoping she didn't leave to late to catch up with Finn and Rachel.

xxx

"Fuck!" Quinn finds Finn stranded in the hallway banging his head against his locker.

"Finn stop before you hurt yourself!" She pulls the boy off the locker. "Where is Rachel?"

"I don't know she ran off somewhere." Her rubs his red swollen bump on his head. "I need to talk to you." He then leans against the lockers.

"Can we find Rachel first?"

"Your not going to be able to find her."

He drags her by the arm, "We need to talk."

"I need to find Rachel! Let go." She tries to remove his grip but she continues to roll in his direction.

"I'll help you find her after we talk."

She grips the wheel to stop his motion, "Then talk already, you idiot!"

"No not here." Quinn wrinkles her eyebrows.

They go inside the auditorium. Finn makes sure no one is inside and shuts the doors behind them.

"Can you hurry up! Rachel could be gone by now." He runs down the stairs and breathes in and out. He wipes his sweaty hands against his jeans and stands there awkwardly.

"I need your help."

"What can I possibly do for you?"

"Rachel."

"Why are you asking me. Shes no longer my friend." He ignores her and puts his problems on the blonde.

"She broke up with me."

"That I'm not so surprised."

"She tells me to kiss her in public and when people aren't around she shoves me away. Like she didn't want anything to do with me."

"So what? You get to kiss her"

"Your not getting the point Quinn" "Shes been acting strangely ever since she went to the ledge."

"What ledge?"

"No no no I wasn't suppose to tell you that."

"What ledge?"

"Rachel told me not to tell anyone."

The blonde growled, "I don't give a damn tell me or I'll ask her myself."

"Don't. She'll get angry at me again."

"You mean you opened your big mouth more than once?"

First her then Santana and now Rachel?

"I can explain." He claps his hands together and gets on his knees.

"Get up your embarrassing yourself moron. I can careless what you did. I'm more concerned about Rachel, so can you get to the point already."

"Just don't tell Rachel I told you."

"Whatever."

"Promise me."

"Fine. Hurry up before I change my mind."

"After your father talked to her I found her at the ledge of the hospital building."

"and?"

"-she tried to commit suicide."

"What?" Her eyebrows rise in question but then her mouth instantly drops.

When, how, when?

This whole time with Rachel and she had no idea what shes been through. "And you didn't do shit about it?"

"I didn't know what to do."

"How can you be so stupid?" She hits him and bites her lip nervously. Not sure what to do next. Knowing Rachel is somewhere out there fucked up.

Finn gets up and bows his head to the ground, "What would you do Quinn? -if you have known."

"Talk to her."

Quinn impulsively exits the room. She didn't know where she was going nor did she know what she was going to do when she found the diva. All she knew was that something wasn't right. Rachel couldn't possibly give up her life.

The running.

Mood swings.

Denial.

Everything slowly came together piece by piece.

The only question left unanswered was what lead her there.

Express to me how you are feeling right now if you didn't see that coming :) Just don't spoil it for the other readers and if your wondering what the song was called earlier it's Fix you by Coldplay.