AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Brick" by Ben Folds Five. Here's another Schuester drabble. Hope you enjoy.
Quinn had been upbeat about her injury since she had returned to McKinley. She had kept insisting to everyone that physical therapy was helping. Telling everyone that come Nationals she would be dancing with them on the stage. Two weeks from Nationals and I knew that goal wasn't going to be reached, at least not in the way she wanted. Quinn would be out on the stage with us if she wanted, but she would still be in the wheelchair, even if she was still denying that inevitability herself.
"The doctors say her injury is permanent but Quinn. . ."
Mrs. Fabray trailed off as she tried to get her emotions under control. Silently, I passed her a box of tissues. She pulled out a few and wiped the tears from her face. A few deep breaths and she continued.
"Quinn isn't accepting the fact. She still insists she's making progress. Her doctors, therapist and I have tried to get her to accept reality but she isn't."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, knowing what was about to be asked of me just like I had known Quinn wasn't making any improvement with her condition.
"She respects you Mr. Schuester. You and the Glee Club have gotten her through other rough spots in high school. Talk to her. Try to get her to accept the truth."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. All I wanted to do was inspire these kids to reach for the stars, not destroy their hopes and dreams. In this case though, maybe Quinn's dreams were unhealthy in their current state. I didn't need to destroy her dreams just help her modify them to something attainable.
"I'll talk to her. That's all I can promise," I told Mrs. Fabray, not wanting to get up false hopes.
"Thank-you," she said and with that placed the tissue box on my desk and left.
As soon as the door shut behind her, I let my head drop into my hands and let my own tears fall. This was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done in my career.