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"We miss you" were his first words.
Sure he's my ex-boyfriend, but that doesn't mean that we don't care for each other anymore. Plus, we became kind of close when I started baby sitting his brother and sister with him. It wasn't even awkward to talk to him anymore.
"Glee club really isn't the same without you." he said.
I stood next to his chair, studying each and every move he was making, because that's all I could do from this world.
"Santana keeps yelling at people for nothing. Not that she didn't do that before already, but since your... Accident, she's kind of been crazy. Brittany is the only one who can calm her down a bit, that's when she's not covering her eyes of sitting down under the tables in tears" Sam explained.
Since I've been in this world, I've realized how people do actually care for me. It's heart breaking, though, seeing people cry for you. That's why I need to get back to the real world, the one where you can try and comfort people, instead of leaving them crying on their own.
"Puck is quite a mess, too, actually. He had a breakdown in Spanish class the other day and nearly threatened to cut his mohawk if this random guy didn't stop talking about you. Everyone knows about the accident." he continued.
I wondered how people knew. Sure, rumors spread at the speed of lightning at McKinley, but the firs people who found out were the members of glee club, right? So none of them would have just blurted it out in the hallways.
"Mercedes and Kurt are unusually quiet, but I understand them. Everyone understands everyone because we were all here when Sue got a call about your accident, and we were all there when she had to ask Mr. Shuester to tell us." he explained, with a sigh.
I always knew that Sue had a soft spot somewhere, she's just even more stubborn than Santana when it comes to showing her emotions.
"And then Rachel... Quinn, she's really not doing well with all of this..." he mumbled.
I had to step closer to him to actually hear what he said just them. It was as if it was something that he couldn't talk about.
"Go on" I said, rolling my eyes when I remembered that he couldn't hear me. I couldn't believe that I hadn't got used to that yet.
But he continued, "She doesn't sing." the blonde boy simple mumbled.
But she sang to me when she came to visit me.
"I know it's only been one day, but she doesn't talk at all." he shrugged.
Then I remembered that when I saw Puck with Rachel, it had also been one day. So I tried to figure out the time, coming up with a conclusion that now was two hours after classes ended. Something like that.
"The only people who she says a few words to, are Puck, Santana and sometimes Kurt or Blaine." Sam stated.
Not even Finn?
This whole talking-without-hearing thing was getting really annoying because my questions would always remain unanswered.
"That's why you need to come back. When you wake up, you'll fix so many people. And you'll get Rachel to start rambling about Broadway and Barbra Streisand again." he chuckled sadly, "I actually do miss her constant rambling. I miss you, too" Sam said, taking my hand into his for a few moments.
Everyone always took the same hand. Probably because the other one was damaged worse than the left one. I shot a quick glance at my face again, the bruises and cuts were still there, obviously. And I had a bandage on my head, and on my right wrist. I looked pretty bad, and it's scary. I wish I could be hurting now, I wish I was feeling weak right now so I could just wake up in the next couple of ours. But I still felt as healthy as ever, and there were no striking pains anywhere in my body.
"Wake up, blondie" he whispered.
"Blondie yourself" I giggled quietly.
He took his hand out of mine, and searched for something in his pocket. When he seemed to have found what he was looking for, he brought his hand out and placed a small, metal object on the small table that was next to my bed.
"It's Stacy's good luck charm. She asked me to give it to you." he whispered.
Probably noticing that he voice was quivering now, he stood up from the chair and pursed his lips. "You've got to wake up, Quinn. Come back to us" he said, before slowly walking out of the room.
When the door shut, I went closer to the table and looked at the object. It was a little Mario mushroom. I know about these since Stacy and Stevie had magazines that they used to show me whenever I went to babysit them. I remembered that I often found Sam reading those magazines whenever the kids were sleeping. Sam had always been a fan of video games. When we were together and went ti his house, there were figurines of video game characters on his desk. I thought it was really adorable.
The door clicked open and I was interrupted in my thoughts again.
"This is just outstanding" he said. Kurt.
I laughed at these words, the boy often used them. It was nice to hear his voice again.
"You have a lot of flowers, miss Quinn Fabray" he said, looking around the room. His eyes ended up landing on my unconscious body, laying helpllessly on a hospital bed.
Kurt sighed, walking up to my bed.
He didn't sit down, so I was guessing that he was only here for a short visit.
"I saw Sam on the way here. A crying Sam. So I was wondering if you had suddenly woken up and scowled him for not coming to visit you sooner. I was hoping that you woke up." he said, looking at my face with wide eyes.
"What I really came to say is that I'm sorry for telling you that you didn't know how it felt to be like David. For telling you that you hadn't experienced all of those feelings that he had before trying to pull the plug on his life." he mumbled.
"After thinking about it, I've realized that you've also been through a lot. And now you're here, laying in this hospital bed. In a coma." Kurt sobbed.
"Look at me, getting all emotional" he scoffed, wiping his tears away.
Kurt wasn't afraid to cry, although he acted like nothing affected him when tears were rolling down his face. That's just how he is, trying to be strong in any situation. I never told him but that's what I admire about him.
Rachel is pretty much the same. They both talk the same, act the same, have the same reactions to certain things that Mr. Shue says, and they're both very strong people.
"I should go" the boy said, holding his hand out in front of him. He was obviously trying to focus on something else to not get emotional again. I knew the feeling. Trying to look away when something heart breaking was happening in front of your eyes. "When you wake up, beware. Everyone will jump on you and hug you as hard as they can." he giggled, taking one last sad look at me before walking out of the room.
I went out soon after and left my unconscious body to rest, as if it wasn't doing that already.
I walked down the halls and ended up where I left Jason earlier. But he wasn't there.
Clouds surrounded me and I vanished from the waiting room with a blink of an eye, returning to a place which I called the time machine.
The first thing I saw, or the first person, actually, was Jason. He was sitting down with his arms hugging his knees and when I arrived he looked at me.
"What took you so long?" he asked, with a chuckle.
I shook my head incredulously and said "I had visitors" with a sad smile. He just responded with a quick nod.
I went to sit down next to him and then I asked "So who did you get to see?"
A few moments of silence went by until he let out a breath and said, "My girlfriend"
This time it was my turn to nod silently. I wasn't going to push him to say something that he didn't want to talk about, because he never pushed me to say anything about myself.
"What time do you think it is right now? I mean, in the real world." he asked, probably uncomfortable with the previous subject.
"I'm not sure, but before I came back to this time machine place, I think it was somewhere around... Lets say 6pm?" I said.
I can't believe that it had only been once day since my accident. It all seemed to be going so fast, but yet so slow, because I knew that the time in this world was going faster than the real world, but I also knew that one second seemed like an hour to me, I needed to get out of this place. I need to get weaker somehow, but I don't think we can hurt ourselves, apart from emotionally in this parallel world from Earth.
Sometimes it just became confusing, and I don't really know if I will ever go back. Very confusing.
"Where did you go, just then?" he asked.
I just looked at him, with an even more confused expression on my face.
Jason chuckled and explained, "You were thinking of something."
"Oh, right." I said, with a nod meaning that I understood. I held up a thoughtful face before saying, "I was just thinking about how much time we're spending here. And that I need to get back"
I slowly breathed in and out because I knew that I could have an emotional break down like I did earlier on when luckily Jason was here to console me.
I am, really very lucky to have someone so understanding with me during this depressing moment.
"We will go back, you know. And then we'll live our lives like we're supposed to, possibly making a few changes because of the things we saw from here" he said.
I'm sure that if I would have met him at McKinley, I wouldn't have liked him. No, he would have been too kind for HBIC me. I probably would have liked him this year, but he graduated so I wouldn't have known him if it weren't from this bizarre place we were in right now.
"I'm so happy to have met you here, Jason" I said, giving him a smile.
He wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder and pulled he into a friendly hug.
The clouds came as soon as we pulled apart and we both stood up at the same time, facing each other.
"Lets play a game" Jason suggested. I nodded for him to continue, "Every time the clouds gather together around us, we have to guess whether we're going somewhere together, or separately. Alright?" he grinned.
I needed something fun to do in this depressing and strange world, so I gladly accepted his suggestion, "Game on" I said.
"So what do you think this time? Together or not?" he asked.
"Not" I stated, smirking.
"I was going to say the same thing !" he exclaimed.
"Well, if we say the same thing, we either win together, or lose together"
"Alright, Fabray"
"Hey I still don't know your surname" I remarked.
"Alexander. Jason Alexander" he stated.
"Ok, Mister Alexander"
"Looks like we were right" Jason said, motioning to the clouds that were settling in between us.
"We both win" I nodded in agreement to my statement.
"See you later then?"
"Yeah. It's not like we have a choice anyway. But you're good company, so I guess I can accept that" I smirked at him.
Boy I was getting cheerful. Maybe this is me slowly getting crazier being trapped in this place. Maybe I need to go to a mental hospital.
The clouds got thicker and he soon disappeared.
I patiently awaited my arrival, twirling my thumbs as I saw the clouds slowly fading away.
I looked around and noticed that I was in some kind of park.
When the clouds had completely wandered away, I looked around again. Yup, I'm definitely in a park. I thought, settling myself down on one of the benches.
I had no idea what I was doing here, nor did I know what I was meant to see, hear, or who I was meant to see.
I then turned to my left and saw a very dreamy Rachel Berry walking up the slope.
I watched her admiringly and when she reached the top, she just sat down on the grass, not caring if she got her skirt dirty and brought her hands down to fiddle with the grass.
Wanting to be near her, I walked up the slope and sat myself down next to her.
I could hear her breathing heavily, like she was having a panic attack or something. It worried me to be around people while not being able to do something useful if ever they broke down or got into an accident. I then realized what I just thought, what if someone was to get into an accident, and there was no one around them apart from helpless me. I wouldn't be able to help them because I couldn't hold anything, or call anyone. What if the person was Rachel? What if she got into an accident, and I was just a simple helpless witness.
I shook the thought out of my head and focused on the petite brunette's eyes, studying them as she breathed.
"Please just bring her back" she whispered.
Oh no, not again. I thought. I couldn't handle this one more time. Even the thought of Rachel crying put me in a very bad state. My hands were trembling and I had to look away. But I was afraid that if I turned away, the clouds would come and then I wouldn't be able to see Rachel before who knew when.
"I'm begging you. Let her come back" she whispered, her voice cracking.
I figured she was praying. People were praying a lot lately...
I prayed for a lot of things. Before, when all I wanted was to be popular, I prayed for the most simple things while I should have been praying that all my wished would come true one day. With a lot of work and determination, I would get the person that I love, to forgive me for all I put her through, all the slushies I threw at her, but my wishes seemed to be slowly breaking apart when I found out that Finn had asked Rachel to marry him.
I was unsure of what was going to happen next. If... Or if don't wake up, will she still marry him?
Rachel's fist pounded the ground, and I was sitting there, in complete shock of her actions.
I sat there, looking at her with wide eyes while she hit the ground another time. This time, she grabbed a handful of grass and squeezed as what seemed as hard as she could.
I shook my head, trying to convince myself that this wasn't happening. I had never seen Rachel like this before. Sure, she got all dramatic in glee club,, but I never saw this angry side of her.
Her eyes seemed to be focused on something far away, in front of her. I leaned forward, and her eyes were tearing up. Her jaw tightened and she quickly pulled out the bunch of grass that her hand had clenched tightly.
Her bottom lip quivered and she soon let all her tears go down. If there were a bucked nearby, I think she would have been able to fill it up in two minutes.
"She needs to wake up!"