A/N : There will be some Rachel POV in this chapter, I hope you don't mind.

Disclaimer : I do not own Glee.

When we were both in the car, the Latina started driving back to my house, and she didn't stop mocking me about how long I stared at Rachel's wonderful legs.

Quinn POV :

The days past by and I was slowly but surely beginning to move my toes. It was an incredibly feeling, hoping for something and finally getting there. That was what hope is about, right? When you have a wish, when you're hoping for something to happen, you have to believe in it with all your heart, and someday, just someday, your wish will come true. I was hoping so hard to be able to move my legs again and i was finally getting there, even if it was only my toes. I knew that they were giving me a sign that one day, my hopes of walking again would be worth it.

I was determined to walk again, and I knew that I could do it, I knew that I was capable of doing it, and I wasn't going to let go. There was no way that I would be giving up anytime soon, not ever, actually.

It was exactly the same with car trips. When my mother took me to therapy, I always sat back into the passenger's seat, practically digging a hole and burying myself into it, but I knew that what I was doing wasn't healthy. And I had only talked to Santana about it. Not even Rachel. Ever since the night where I had been worried about her, she hadn't brought the subject up, but I knew that she wanted me to tell her about. I knew that I had to tell her, there was no point in keeping it inside me and just making myself suffer even more. I was just waiting for the right moment, even if there wasn't really a good moment. Maybe she would just ask me about it. That would be easier, right?

It had been one week and a half since that night where my paranoia was at it's worst. I didn't really know if Rachel and I were officially dating, since I hadn't really asked her to be my girlfriend. I wasn't sure that she would want people to know. So when I went back to school, two days ago,-today being Wednesday, I tried to sneak a kiss from her at lunchtime, but that was all I asked her. Even though she had told my mother about us, and maybe her dads, I wasn't sure if she was ready to actually commit to a proper relationship yet, so I guess that I just had to wait and see what would happen next.

The bell rang for out first class of the day, just when my mother had dropped me in front of school. I waved goodbye and as usual, Rachel came to meet my by the steps, giving me a quick peck on the kiss before looking at my mother drive away. "Morning" I said, with a smile on my face. Because that's the effect that she has on me. Whenever she was around, I almost always had this grin, or a wide smile on my face.

"Good morning, Quinn. Did you sleep well last night?" she asked.

"Very well, thanks, what about you?"

"Very much the same. You ready to go to Spanish class? The bell has already rang, we're going to be late" she said, rolling my wheelchair into school and then into the classroom where we had Spanish.

That was how my days often started. Rachel would meet me, she would take me to the classes that we had together, and she'd wait for me after one of our classes finished, if we didn't share the same class. When school was over, we would get out of the choir room and she would drive me home.

Today, when lunch hour arrived, she went to pick me up from my maths class and we went to the cafeteria together. Santana, Brittany, Puck and Sam joined us to eat. We chatted for a bit, and when everyone was leaving the table, I pleaded Rachel to stay with me so that we could get some time alone. She happily agreed and we talked for a while, about things that happened at home, and my therapy sessions.

"Could I come with you one day? I'd really like to see your progress, but I wouldn't want to be a burden if ever you don't want me to come. If you want to be alone with your mother, that's alright to me" she nodded.

I did the opposite, I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her, playfully, "Of course you can come with me ! Anytime you want, Rachel. And you would never be a burden to me, I'd like having you with me, although sometimes it is painful and I wouldn't want you to worry about anything" I explained.

"I always worry about you. Every day, every night. Remember the night when Santana drove you to my place? The night of our date." she asked. Of course I remembered that night, how could I not? It was one of the best nights of my life, because of our date, and also one of the worst because I was terrified that something wrong had happened to Rachel, even though she turned out to be just fine in the end. I hoped that in the future the only thing about that night that I would remember was the perfect date that we had, and not all of the paranoid moments that I had, including that really bad dream. I just nodded so that she could continue what she had to say, "When I realized that I didn't have my phone with me, I was worried because I couldn't receive any messages. You said that you would text me when you arrived at your place, safely, but I didn't have my phone with me so I wasn't even sure that you arrived." the petite brunette explained.

"I guess we were two worried people, then" I smiled, softly. "Luckily, Santana accepted to take me to your place. I honestly don't know what I would have done if ever she decided to be a bitch and refuse to drive me around at such a late hour. I wouldn't have blamed her, though. But I'm happy that she understood what I was thinking. After the bad dream that I had, I really needed to check if you were alright." I told her.

Rachel's eyebrows knitted together, forming a frown. I questioned her look until she told me what she was thinking of, "Would it be alright if I asked you about the dream you had? It's alright, if you don't want to talk about it, I'm fine with that. But I'd really like to know what was going on in your head that night."

Darn... I hadn't even told her about it... I'm so horrible, I should have at least told her about that. Instead, the walls around me are still there and I'm not letting her in. I'm such a terrible person. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, Rachel, I should have told you. I just... I never thought about it" I said.

She let out a soft chuckle and looked right into my eyes, "Don't apologize, it's fine. Really Quinn, it's alright"

I face palmed myself anyway, letting out a quiet sigh before I told her about the awful dream.

Once I had explained everything, she looked at me in awe, but I had no idea why, "So basically, I was getting eaten by insects? Quinn, you shouldn't worry about things like that. I think it's very rare for that to happen, I'll be fine." she said, "You're sweet for feeling concerned, though. Very thoughtful of you" she smiled.

I blushed and then we changed the subject. When the bell rang, indicating the end of the lunch pause, we headed to out separate classes and I impatiently waited for Glee club to start, so that I would get to see her again. It was actually getting very hard to control my impatience when I wasn't around her. I always felt like something inside me was missing whenever she wasn't with me. But I didn't want to seem to clingy so I always tried to push those thoughts out of my head.

One hour later, we were all in the choir room, listen to Mercedes singing a wonderful version of If I ain't got you by Alicia Keys. There was no assignment this week, since Regionals weren't far back. Mr Schue had decided to give us one week break, so the people who wanted to, sang a song in front of all of us. I thought about singing to Rachel, but yet again, I wasn't sure if we were official yet, so I wasn't sure if Rachel wanted the others wanted to know about us, nor out date.

The bell rang the end of the day, and Rachel drove me home, pecking my lips when we arrived in front of my door. We both had a quite a lot of homework to do, so we figured that we wouldn't spend the rest of the afternoon together today. Although I felt rather lonely at home, since mom hadn't come back yet, an idea crossed my mind and I got to it, right after I had finished my homework and started an essay that was due next Monday.

Rachel has no idea... Rachel Berry, get ready to be wooed.

Rachel POV :

Once I arrived back home, I immediately started my homework. Besides, there was no point in waiting, it wasn't going to get done on it's own. Dad and Daddy hadn't come back yet, so I figured that we would start making dinner all together.

I sat down at my desk and got started, talking out my pens, ruler and other objects as well as a cereal bar that would be my reward once I had finished my homework. I had do have perfect comments from all of the teachers in order to get accepted at NYADA. Plus, I had to make a motivation letter do get in, just like every other school.

When Dad came back, I had just about finished my homework. Not rushing, I piled my books into a high stack at the corner of my desk and joyfully walked downstairs.

"Hi Dad" I smiled, laying a kiss on his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around me. "We should wait for Daddy before we start cooking. I was thinking of vegan lasagna tonight, what do you think?"

"I think that's a great idea, love. And yes, we will wait for Daddy to come back home. I think he'll be staying at the hospital later than usual, though, he has quite a long shift today, you know, with all his patients" he nodded.

I nodded back, "Of course. Well, as long as he's saving people, I guess he can come home late" I smiled, before taking out my phone to text a certain beautiful blonde named Quinn Fabray.

Rachel : Have you finished your homework?

I hit the send button and smiled as I almost instantly received a reply.

Quinn : Sure have, it took my two hours !

Rachel : Get some rest then, silly.

Quinn : Silly yourself, Miss Berry.

Something about the way she talked to me, just swept my off my feet. I knew that we only had one date, but it was already the best date that I've ever had in my life. There was something about her presence that was so overwhelming. The way she kept staring at me, and the way she blushed when I pointed our her staring moments.

I was completely over Finn. Besides, when Quinn takes you on a date, you instantly forget any other encounters that you had before hand, because that's just what she did. She make's you forget about hard times that happened before, she makes you forget about the pain you've been through. That's just incredible to me.

When Daddy came back, we made a vegan lasagna and ate a delicious meal before I kissed them goodnight and headed to bed. Today had been a pretty long day.

At 6am, I woke up and jumped out of bed to do my daily exercises on my running machine, before making myself a fresh fruit salad and a cup of coffee. Dad and Daddy were never up at this time, so I left them a note, as usual before walking out of my house and heading to the car.

I always walked out when the mail arrived, so I always had to gather the letters and go back inside to set them on the table. But today was different. When I walked outside, and checked the mailbox, there was one single letter in a white envelope. Curious, I looked at what was written on it, and to my surprise, it was addressed to me. At first, I thought that it was a letter from NYADA, but there wasn't my address on it. There was simply my name written on it in italic letters. The writing seemed so familiar to me but I just couldn't figure out who had written me a letter.

Hopping into my car and placing my school bag in the passengers seat, I got comfy and opened the letter, smelling Quinn's perfume as soon as the envelope was opened. Quinn. It was Quinn. She had sent me a letter. I'm already grinning on my own, and I haven't even read the letter yet.

Dear Rachel,

Ever since I first met you, a few years ago, you were always the one placed in the top of my mind. Whether it was positively, or negatively. Before you frown, please know that looking back at all of those years where my only goal was to make your live a living hell, I'm not proud of that. Not at all. I had no idea what was going on in my head, maybe it was because I was jealous of you. I might have been jealous because once we were fighting for Finn, and you were always the one who got him, and in the end, the 'almost-wedding' happened. Or maybe I was jealous because I knew that your live was going to be something worth living. Since the first second that I heard your voice, on one of those MySpace videos of yours, I knew. I knew that you would be good enough to one day, be that Broadway star that you've always dreamt of being. I knew that your talent would take you everywhere you wanted. You will be able to go to many places, with the amazing voice you have, and I guess that I was jealous of that, because I wasn't sure of what I wanted to do. And, to be honest, I always acted like the confident bitch, but in reality, the lack of confidence that I had, was so big that I built up a wall around me, and I never let anyone in. I didn't often show my feelings, even with Finn, or Santana, or Brittany, for that matter. No one every knew about how I felt, even during my worst times. The only moment that I started opening up to people, was while I was pregnant. Because I realized that I had true friends around me, willing to help me, and to understand me. Mercedes helped me a lot, I would never be able to thank her enough for that. But when you came to talk to me, I didn't feel as if I could let you in, because I knew that during all of the years before my pregnancy, I made you suffer so bad. I didn't deserve your help, I didn't deserve anything coming from you. You gave me numerous chances to become your friend, and I always blew them away.

At the start of this school year, everything seemed to have changed inside of me. I was determined to get Beth back, and I honestly would have done anything to get her back. I would have told Mr. Figgins about Shelby and Puck but you know what happened next. You were here for me. You've always been there for me, and even more this year, especially at the beginning, when I started smoking, and I had adopted a punk style, you were still there for me. And that's what I love about you. The fact that no matter what I did to you, no matter how i hurt you so many times, no matter how much trouble I got myself into, you were always the one trying to pick me up when I hit rock bottom. And this time, this year, it worked. Because I realized that I had to let you in. All of my feelings for you were stronger than ever, they pushed that brick wall around me, to the ground. Rachel, you're the one who convinced me to not tell the Principal about Shelby and Puck's relationship. You're the one. You're also the one that I want. I want to be with you, Rachel. It took me a long time to realize that, but not that I'm sure, I will do anything for you to be mine forever.

Quinn Fabray.

PS : Will you be my girlfriend?

Reading her last words, the smile on my face got wider and wider by the second. I was pretty much sure that I was going to get a cramp in my jaw. So, without further ado, I drove to school, parking my car as close to the school as possible, impatient to see Quinn.

Quinn POV :

My mother had drove me to Rachel's house at about 9pm so that I could post the letter I wrote for her. Well, mom had put the letter in the mailbox, because it would have been too long to get me out of the car, and then back in, just for a letter. But to me, it wasn't any letter. I had written about things that only I knew about in there, and I ended by saying that the brick wall that I had built around be, broke down thanks to Rachel.

When I woke up the next morning, I quickly prepared myself to go to class, engaging a small talk with my mother during breakfast. Then it was time to go. My mother and I took off thirty minutes later and she dropped me off in front of the steps, as usual. I waited for Rachel, as usual, and when I saw that her car was already parked, I looked around and saw her walking towards me, with a smile on her face, that Rachel Berry smile that lit up my world every single day.

"Morning Rachel" I said, grinning at her.

"Yes" she simple stated, beaming.

I looked at her and I knew that she had read the letter. I knew that she had read the only question that I had written at the end. I knew that she accepted to be my girlfriend, and I felt so overwhelmed at that moment, I almost failed to keep my feeling of me, because if I let them out, it would just be crazy. I was feeling so giddy right then, a smile still placed upon my lips.

"I don't recall asking you a question. I simply said 'good morning', Rach" I smirked.

She knew what game I was playing so she just gave me a light tap on my shoulder, sitting down on one of the steps in front of me, so that she was at my height. The brunette placed one of her fingers under my chin and gently tilted my head up so that I would look her in the eyes, "I'm answering the question in your letter. And my answer is yes"

Not even sure about how wide my smile was, I watched her lean forward and smiled as she claimed my lips.

Love is a great feeling, especially when you share it with a girl like Rachel.