This is just a teaser... kinda want to gauge if anyone is interested in reading more ;)

WARNING: It's potentially a little hard going for the first few chapters; the car crash doesn't have particularly happy results. Sorry. Also... it's heavy on the Quinntana for a while but I promise Brittany will show up eventually.

"Quinn!"

She's moving, she thinks. But, lying down? Everything is black. What the hell…? She can feel the air rushing past her face as she gradually becomes aware of a throbbing inside her ears. They feel blocked. She tries to open her eyes but her lids are impossibly heavy. Sound finally starts to creep up on her; someone calling her name? And then, too many voices. She doesn't think she recognises any of them. She can barely make out what they are saying, anyway… it's all so fast. Mumbled sounds, then syllables, then words.

"…breathing…"

"…stable…"

"… bleeding… "

Wait, who's bleeding? Am I bleeding?

"…can't tell for sure until we go in…"

"… the other one is worse…"

Other what? Oh God….

She remembers. The sound of breaking glass, crunching metal.

"Quinn…"

There's her name again. It's a voice she knows, though she's never heard it sound so small. She becomes aware of a hand clasping her own. Jerking it up and down as they move together. Everything is becoming clearer; the sounds, the pain, the memory. A wave of nausea washes over her as she attempts to open her eyes again.

"Quinn? Can you hear me? You're going to be okay."

It's not very convincing. She musters all her strength and opens her eyes. Fluorescent lights flash past in a harsh blur, silhouetting the figures that hover above her. Her eyes close of their own accord and she pushes them open again. She finds the face that belongs to the voice. It's not focused on her, but instead looking back behind them with frantic eyes. The colour of the blood on her face matches her dress. Blood! But, she wasn't in the car. Is that my blood?

"Santana?" The name barely escapes her lips as she clenches her eyes closed at the pounding in her head. She feels the hand squeeze and pushes her lids apart, just a fraction. Santana is looking down at her now, her eyes full of horror and hope. An odd combination.

"Quinn?"

"I…" It causes her head to swim.

"Don't try to speak. You were in an accident. It's okay… you're going to be okay…"

It's all too much. She closes her eyes again.

"…take her to OR 3…"

"…do we have a blood type…"

"…Miss, you're going to have to stay here…"

Santana's had is ripped away from her.

"Quinn, they're taking you to surgery. You're going to be fine…"

Wait! This can't be happening. She is brought to a stop and she struggles to open her eyes. They are waiting at an elevator; she can vaguely make out Santana, standing a short distance away with her arms wrapped around herself. The team of doctors that were rushing her through the hospital are a blur of charts and white coats. None of them are looking at her. Panic sets in. She never wanted this. At the risk of causing herself some serious pain, she throws every ounce of energy she has into her next words.

"You have to… you have to look after my baby…"

It's throaty and desperate and, thankfully, loud. No one misses it. The faces are suddenly on her and they all wear the same expression. In unison they turn questioningly towards Santana, whose face is more shocked than all of them combined.

"Miss, is your friend..?"

"Well, she wasn't talking about me."

Santana glares at the momentarily dumfounded doctors. "Seriously, what the hell are you looking at me for? Help her!"

There is a chime as the elevator doors open. It all starts again with a jerk. The movement, the voices… the pain. Then, black.

"Careful!"

Santana hisses her warning at the closing elevator doors. She lets out breath. Was she holding it this whole time? She allows herself a moment. When tears start to prick the back of her eyes she gathers back her composure and spins around. There's nothing more she can do for Quinn, now she just has to be here for-

The corridor is empty. What? Wasn't it just moments ago there was a second gurney, a second team of doctors, hurtling through the hospital not 3 feet behind her? She looks around frantically. Her eyes land on a nurse and she rushes over to her.

"Excuse me, do you know where they took my other friend?"

"Who, dear?"

"My friend, the car accident. There were two of them, a boy and a girl. They just took her up to surgery, he was right behind us!"

"What's his name, dear?"

"Noah… Noah Puckerman."