A/N : So the date was supposed to be in this chapter, but I have decided to put in into the next chapter, as I'm still deciding how Quinn will plan it. So if any of you have any ideas, I'm all ears !

Disclaimer : I do not own Glee.

I sighed happily. After all, she's my best friend, and she's probably right about the date, I should find my own ideas. And I'll try my best to make it unique, because the girl I've fallen in love with, is unique. She's one in a billion.

I waited for Santana to arrive, and when she did, she was ten minutes later than I had expected. Actually, I should have expected it, she was probably spending time with Brittany and didn't see the time pass by.

The door creeked open and I saw Santana's head pop out from the opening, "Tubbers, you better have a good excuse from spoiling some quality time in between Britts and me" she grumbled while coming over to the seat right next to my bed. I knew it.

"I'm sorry San" I answered, ironically, of course, even though I was slightly sorry for Brittany. I made a mental note to apoligize to her the next time I would talk to her.

"So, did you have something important to tell me?" Santana asked.

"It's not that important... To be honest" I smirked, because I could see that hint of annoyance on her face.

The Latina huffed and rolled her eyes at me, "Then why on Earth did you ask me to come here?"

Oh boy, if she's pissed at me now, she's going to be even more pissed when I tell her what I have to say. Or, if she's feeling nice, she's just admit that she was an emotional wreck when she saw an unconscious me in a hospital bed. "Well, first you have to tell me that you won't tell this to anyone" I said. I knew that she would tell Brittany, but that was alright to me. Brittany is my best friend too. "I've told Rachel already... So I guess you can talk to her about it, if you wan't to" I shrugged, because I knew that she wouldn't talk about her feelings and emotions to Rachel.

"Did you kill someone?" she scoffed. But she saw that I had a serious face so she just gave me two quick nods and said, "Fine, I promise I won't tell anyone" she smiled innocently, "Apart from Brittany"

"Whatever San, you can tell her, she's your girlfriend, you shouldn't hide things from her" I smiled.

She was just waiting for me to talk now, so here it goes... "After the car accident... Uhm, this weird-ass supernatural thing happened to me"

Santana narrowed her eyes at me, and waved her hand indicating that I could go on.

"So when the car crash happened, I found myself in this world in between life and death. At first, I had no idea what was happening, I tried talking to people, but nobody could hear me. It was absolutely crazy, you know, when so many people are around you, you try talking to them but then you see that they're not answering no matter how loud you're screaming... No one could hear me at all, it was the most frustrating thing I ever experienced in my life." I explained, but seeing her face expressions, I knew that she didn't believe me.

"And I should believe you because...?" she asked, lifting a brow.

I knew that Santana was could to, either deny what I was going to tell her, or get pissed at me for bringing this up, or, maybe she would just admit that she spilled a few tears when she saw me unconscious.

"I have proof, S. You know, in that strange world, I had the possibility to roam around freely, or almost freely. Sometimes, I ended up in this room, when people came to visit me" I told her.

An expression of shock was on her face for a split second, but I could see that she needed to hear more. Maybe she thought that I was bluffing.

"Maybe you remember the words 'Give me a sign'? I think you remember them quite well, since you said them twice when you were here." Alright, I'm aware that I was pushing her to admit it, I didn't mean to seem harsh, or bitchy, or something negative for that matter. I just needed to see the Santana who feels, who actually shows her emotions. Because she's my best friend and I don't get why she hs to hide her feelings from me.

"I just really needed you to come back with us" she stated.

I think that my mouth was wide open in surprise at that moment, because I really wasn't expecting her to say something like that. I wasn't expecting her to admit anything.

Thinking that that was all she was going to say, I cleared my throat, preparing myself to talk again, but she went first.

"Seeing everyone around me, struggling to believe that you would come back, was just making me question what I kept telling Rachel. I was constantly telling her that I was sure that you were going to come back but she never believed me. Plus, she kept blaming herself for everything." she explained seriously, even though at the end she rolled her eyes. "Blaine was really good about this. I think he sort of helped Rachel. I know that I didn't help her, but I really couldn't, she wasn't listening to a word I was saying to her. That's what I get for being a bitch to her all the time. Blaine however, knew how to talk to her, but it still wasn't that. But, he did get her to make everyone pray for you."

So that's what she whispered to Rachel when they were both here with Brittany?

"I have no idea what the Jews do when they pray, but she managed to get a lot of people to pray for you at school. She even interrupted one of out classes, stating that we should all take a few seconds to pray for you to come back" the Latina explained. "How adorable, right?" she smirked.

"I just..." I didn't even have the words to express myself, so I just kept my mouth shut and I looked around thinking of something to say.

"So you're taking her on a date, right? Both of you would be so lucky if ever you get together. Plus, you two would be the hottest couple at school, apart from Britts and I, of course"

And to say that we started with a subject that was supposed to get her to admit that she could get emotional at times. I succeeded, though. She didn't deny the fact that she cried, she didn't deny anything. She even gave me some extra information.

"Were you really surprised that I was such an emotional wreck?" she asked, letting out a slight chuckle.

"Are you serious? I was more than surprised. I don't even remember the last time I saw you like this"

"Well Q, I have to admit that I have my days. When my abuela indirectly told me that she no longer loved me, I cried, I did, but of course, I was never going to come to school in that state." Santana shrugged. "But you're my best friend, and I care for you a lot, so just seeing you there, not moving, not conscious, just broke my heart a little"

Wow well I really wasn't expecting to see this side of her.

"Oh and also, I remember telling you that if you ever told that to anyone, I would whoop your ass, so watch your mouth, Fabray" she stated.

"Fine, this will stay our little secret, but as long as you promise me to not tell anyone about me and Rachel"

A moment of silence passed by, and I could see that Santana was hiding something from me. "What is it?" I asked, confused.

"A few people actually know about you two. Well, not about the date. But I think you should have watched out when you were checking Rachel out, you know, before your accident. Everyone can see that you're attracted to her. Plus, when you started telling her that marrying Finn wasn't the right thing to do, you couldn't have been more obvious. But of course, I think that Berry was too blind to see that." she explained.

I face palmed myself in embarrassment and rolled my eyes under my hand, "Shit." I simply said, trying to even my breathing. I let my head fall back into one of the gigantic pillows of my bed and groaned, "Who knows?"

"Lets see... I know, Brittany knows too, obviously. Kurt and Blaine know, and since Kurt knows, maybe Mercedes knows. Oh and Puck also, I think he's even been dreaming about you two, you know, doing things..."

She wasn't close enough so that I could hit her arm, so I just shot a glare at her.

"Chill Q, if I were a dude, I would totally be dreaming about you two. I mean, what's hotter than a love-hate relationship, sexual frustration and some angsty sex?"

"Santana !" I exclaimed, shooting a death glare at her.

"I'm just saying !" she laughed, holding her hands up in defense. "So did you think about how you're planning on making Rachel your girl?" Santana asked.

"I really don't know. I've hardly had time to think of it. But you're right, I shouldn't ask anyone to help me with the date, it has to be unique, so I'm going to do this on my own" I explained.

"Good girl" she said, getting up from the chair and patting my head with a smirk on her face. "Now, if you don't mind, I have some time to catch up with my girlfriend, since you disturbed us just when-"

"Don't ! Don't say anything" I suddenly exclaimed, cutting her sentence.

"Whatever Q, you'll find out how hot girl sex is when you're with Berry. I bet that you're thinking that you're going to wait a while, but let's be honest, you were already sexually frustrated whenever you two argued, so I'm thinking that within a week after being with her, you'll be thinking about how she looks in underwear, and having cold showers quite often."

"Shut up San !" I said. I couldn't be hearing this, it's way too embarrassing.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Fabray. When do you get out of here?" she asked, while making her way to the door.

"Probably tomorrow" I replied, enthusiastically. "But I'll have to stay in that wheelchair for a while. Because I don't know when I'm going to be able to move my legs again, I don't even have any idea of when I'll be feeling them again" I sighed.

Santana obviously wasn't serious about that, and told me, "Well maybe when you and Rachel will have sex, you'll feel them again" she smiled that innocent Santana smile while I rolled my eyes at her.

"Bye San" I huffed. "Oh, and you didn't even hug me when you first visited me after I woke up" I decided to tell her, just to bug her.

"I'm leaving now" Santana said, opening the door and then leaving the room after mumbling something that sounded like "I'm glad that you're back"

After she left, I needed to be on my own to be able to think about what I should do for the date. I mean, it had to be absolutely perfect, otherwise Rachel may think that I'm not serious about being in love with her, or that it's a joke. I needed to make her believe that my feelings are real, and that I'm willing to wait forever for the feelings to be mutual. But I have no idea what she's thinking, I don't know what she thinks about me, nor what she thinks I'm capable of.

So, I have a date to plan, for one Rachel Berry. Maybe I should make it simple, or something grand and expensive? I have no idea ! I have a few days to plan this, and I'm already stressed out about it?

I was asking myself where the real Quinn Fabray had gone, the one who was fearless, or, who seemed fearless. But then I realized that it wasn't the real Quinn Fabray. That bitchy cheerleader wasn't the real me. The one who didn't care, who bullied every single person who wasn't like her, that version of me wasn't the real me.

That night, I ended up falling asleep with a notebook, and my arms spread out on the rotatable table of my bed. I slept peacefully at first, until I drifted into some kind of nightmare...

"Jason ! Jason, I'm right here !" I said from behind him, tapping his shoulder.

When he turned around, he held a look of confusion on his face. "Why are you still here? I thought you woke up already. Quinn?" he said, waving his hand in front of my face.

He's right, I'm not meant to be here anymore. So why was I ? Why was I back into this parallel world? Have I done something wrong? Did I get into another car accident? What the hell am I doing here?

"Jason... Why am I here? What happened?" I asked, as confused as he was.

"Don't ask me... I have no idea. You can't have gotten into another accident, right?"

"N-No, I don't think so. It isn't p-possible." I stuttered.

But when I looked around, it all became more than possible, it was so real now. Jason and I were in front of a building, that I hadn't noticed at first. Ambulances were at the bottom of it and the sirens and red lights could be seen everywhere. There was a stretcher in the ground and a blonde girl laying on it.

"T-That can't be me !" I exclaimed, running towards it. Jason followed me and crouchhed down next to me, who was examining the girl on the stretcher. It was me. That was me on the stretcher, unconscious again, and there was blood everywhere. "Jason this can't be me ! I don't remember any of this !" I yelled. I don't know why I was yelling, but it seemed like Jason moving away from me second by second. And he was. He was drifting away, like a ghost who was just flying away from me.

"Jason, w-where are you going ? Please ! You have to come back ! You can't leave me here alone ! Please Jason, don't leave without me !" I exclaimed, tears running down my cheeks as both of my hands were trying to wake up the newly unconscious me. "You ! You have to wake up ! Wake the hell up ! What have you done to yourself ?" I asked. But no one was going to answer me. I was all alone once again, struggling this difficult time.

While I was trying to slap myself out of unconsciousness, someone appeared in front of me, taking my hands- not my unconscious self's hands, my hands. "Quinn, I'm here with you. I would never leave you." a brunette whispered with a familiar voice.

"Rachel ? What are you doing here? Can you hear me ?" I asked in shock.

"Of course I can hear you. We're having a conversation right now, I'm glad that I can here you. And now we're together forever ! When I found out that you jumped, I needed to come with you ! I love you, Quinn, we can be together for eternity" she beamed.

Everything was scaring me right at that moment, what she was saying was frightening me. I jumped? Where did I jump from? Did I try to commit suicide? What happened?

"Rachel, please... Slow down. What happened to us? What happened to me? Where did I jump from?"

"Shh, it's alright Quinn. Did you really forget everything?" she chuckled as if the subject we were talking about was something that we should take lightly. "Your mother found out that you were in love with me, that you like girls. She didn't know what to do... Days later she found out, you found her at your house, laying on the floor with pills scattered around all over the floor. She died, Quinn. I can't believe you don't remember this." she explained.

What? My mother died? So then I must have committed suicide. But why did I? Was I really in such a dark place? And why was Rachel here with me?

"Then, you decided to take your life away, and you jumped from the top floor of this building" she said, pointing to the building which seemed like a brigde over us.

I was feeling so dizzy now, like everything wasn't meant to be like this. Like this wasn't real. It can't be real !

"Rach, what are you doing here?" I asked, my head was pounding as if someone was playing drums inside my brain.

"I jumped with you!" she replied, enthusiastically. "Isn't that what you want? I thought we were meant to be together forever." the petite brunette smiled, taking my hands.

When I looked down at them, my unconscious body wasn't there anymore. It had vanished. But that wasn't really what was bothering me right now. I could hear voices coming from my left, and some coming from my right. I turned my head to one side, and saw Santana, Brittany, Puck, Blaine and Sam coming towards me, all chanting, "We're all in this together". Then, I decided to turn me head to the other side, already too frightened about what was happening. But then I saw Kurt, Mercedes, Mike, Tina, and even Finn who were running towards me, chanting the exact same words as the others.

"We have all decided to follow you. We can't live without you, Quinn" Blaine said with a grin on his face.

"Yeah, now we can be friends forever and ever" Brittany said, pulling me into a hug. But as she did, the scent from her head plunged me into a dark, dark world, as if I was falling into a spiral, and there was no end...

"Help !" I said, as I woke up form the dream. I was breathing heavily and I felt like my whole body was sweating intensly. What just happened? I asked myself.

I took the plastic cup of water from next to me and I drank the whole glass, my heart pounding as fast as humanly possible. What I dreamt about was crazy. That would never happen in real life, it better not.

I started telling myself that I would never commit suicide, and that if even my mother was in that dark of a place, I would try to help her somehow. Because after that dream, I won't be able to handle people committing suicide.

What Dave did had already shocked us, and had marked us so much, I don't think anyone was going to do something that reckless anytime soon. I hope so.

I started praying that nothing like that would ever happen, until I realized that I was just being paranoid. Nothing like that could possibly happen. A chain of deaths. No, that isn't possible in real life.

There were still beads of sweat running down my temples, so I wiped them off with the sleeve of the hideous pajamas that I was wearing. Maybe I should see a therapist if the dream comes back again. Because even though I've decided to live my life as if each day was my last, I won't be able to handle living each day with the fear that the nightmare will become reality.

Later that morning, my nurse, Gemma came to tall me that this afternoon I would be able to get out of the hospital and go back home, which relieved me since I felt like I was becoming stressed in this hospital bed. Especially knowing that no one was here during that nightmare. I think I might have woken up from that dream easier if someone was there to comfort me, but everything had felt so real, and no one was there to tell me that nothing like that would ever happen. I got through it, though, but it was difficult.

I called my mom from the mobile phone she bought for me and she told me that she would come to pick me up at 3pm right after she finished work.

After calling her, I texted a few friends. But first I texted Rachel.

Quinn : So, I guess we can say that out date is in exactly one week from now.

Rachel : You're allowed to leave the hospital?

Quinn : Yes ! Finally !

Rachel : I'm glad ! I can see from the usage of an excessive amount of exclamation marks, that you're happy about this.

Quinn : Of course I'm happy ! The food over here isn't edible, and the pajamas I'm wearing are hideous. Plus, it means that our date is coming soon !

Rachel : And I'm looking forward to it, but don't you think that you should rest?

Quinn : I can rest for the whole week and then I'll be fine on our date.

Rachel : I guess that I can accept that. I'm really glad that you're finally able to leave the hospital, Quinn. I'm happy for you.

Quinn : I'm happy, too.

I waited for a reply, but nothing came in, so I decided to send her another message.

Quinn : I miss you, even though I saw you a few hours ago.

Rachel : I miss you too, Quinnie.

Quinn : Oh please, don't call me that.

Rachel : Quinnie bear !

Quinn : Rachel !

Rachel : Oh come on, it's aborable, just admit it.

Quinn : No. Bye Rachel, I have a date to prepare.

Rachel : You're already preparing it?

Quinn : Of course ! But Im not telling you anything.

Rachel : How did you do that?

Quinn : Do what?

Rachel : Know that I was going to ask you to tell me what you're planning to do on our date.

Quinn : I know you well enough to know that you're the most impatient girl on Earth, Rachel Berry.

Rachel : Fine. Bye Quinn Fabray.

Quinn : Bye Rach !

I smiled at out conversation because it was so natural. It wasn't me trying to be someone else to get her to like me more. I was just being myself, the real Quinn Fabray.

A/N : Voila for this chapter. I hope you liked it !

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