This is my first Faberry story and it's set after "On My Way". The only thing that's different in this story is that Quinn never had Beth and Santana and Brittany aren't in a relationship.

Santana's POV

Everyone was saying that she was going to die. No, they weren't saying it, but the looks on their faces, the way Tina continued to look at the clock, like at any moment the doctor would come out and just say that she was dead.

I wanted them to just tell us. Say it quickly. Not drag it out, not try and comfort anyone, just tell us the truth. I couldn't take waiting and not knowing, my two biggest struggles had always been patience and ignorance, and right now it seemed like I was getting attacked on all sides.

I couldn't stand being in this room, stuck in this stupid chair, like a powerless little girl. I knew what it felt like to be powerless, and I know how much it hurts. I was hurting bad, really bad, right now.

My stomach was churning, I felt sick, like I was going to throw up my lunch right on the floor. I held it back, focusing on Brittany's grip on my hand rather than the pain in my stomach.

I refused to look at Brittany, I knew she was crying and I didn't want to see that right now. I needed someone to be optimistic, anyone, but I knew the only chance at that would be Berry, and if I got within five feet of her I'd probably end up punching her lights out.

There was no point in trying to suppress my anger, even though I'd worked years to control it, no one would blame me for lashing out right now, and I certainly wouldn't blame myself.

The waiting room seemed tiny, with everyone standing around in here. The entire Glee Club was here, including Mr. Shuester. The Berry men and Finn's mom were waiting outside of the room, talking about something or another, but Ms. Fabray was sitting far away from everyone waiting. Just waiting, like an empty shell of a person.

I hadn't seen her in over a week. The last time I saw her she was wearing one of those skirt business suits, it was grey, and I remember telling Quinn that her mom must have really gone off the deep end if she was wearing grey. We laughed about it, but then before I left to go back home I caught Quinn crying in her bathroom, and I asked her about it and she said it was nothing, but I knew. Quinn thought her mom really was losing it, she really thought that.

I should sit next to Ms. Fabray. I can't imagine how she feels about this, just as powerless as me maybe, but worse because she doesn't have someone like Brittany holding her hand. Worse because Mr. Fabray had left her and Quinn to fend for themselves when they'd never had to fend for themselves before.

Quinn's mom used to be a housewife. She used to give me knitted hats for Christmas and bake us blueberry pies because it was the only pie that Brittany would eat. Now she's struggling and I bet she'd give anything just to have someone hold her hand.

The door opened and I immediately jumped to my feet. I intercepted the doctor before he could reach Ms. Fabray. His gloves were off, but I could see the blood on his scrubs, Quinn's blood. His eyes were black and I thought, you know what eyes like that only bring bad news, I should know because I have black eyes.

He looked over my shoulder twice, directly at Ms. Fabray, but I didn't budge. "Is she okay?" Even it sounded strange coming out of my mouth. Okay was a word used for playground scars. Okay was the word used after a 6th grade crush pulls your pigtails. Okay was not the word for this situation, it wasn't the proper word at all.

"Are you family?" He asked glancing over at Ms. Fabray again.

"Answer my question, is she okay?" The doctor looked into my eyes. They were emotionless, and my mind went to my father. He showed me how to look at someone like that, he was a doctor too, a surgeon, and he had to stay expressionless at times.

"She just got out of surgery, she's stabilized but…there was a lot of internal bleeding. We put her into an induced coma in order to keep her body from taking too much damage." I nodded, I understood what they did and why, the doctor gave a firm nod to Ms. Fabray before exiting the room to return to the ICU.

"They put her in a coma?" Ms. Fabray's makeup had gone to shit hours ago. Her mascara was smeared and her sobbing filled the silent room. I could sense all eyes on us. I took a few steps forward and gripped her hand.

"Yes they put her in a coma, but the most important thing is that she's alive, Quinn is alive." She nodded between sobs and gripped my hand tightly. "Let's go get some coffee and tissues." I gently placed my hand on her shoulder as she stood and we walked out of the waiting room side by side.

I went to one of the cheap coffee machines and pressed the bottom for decaf, hit the bottom of the machine twice, and it started without me having to pay. "You've spent a lot of time here I see." She said trying to smile, but it came off as a weak attempt. I hand her a coffee and got her a box of Kleenex from a nurse who was idly waiting for her patient.

"Too much time I'd say. I used to know every patient by name on this floor." I explained to her thinking back to the time when my bus dropped me off here instead of at home. Ms. Fabray took a sip of her coffee and held on to my wrist like if she let go of me, she'd be letting go of her sanity.

"I'm so scared." Ms. Fabray admitted as she rested her back against the wall behind us.

"Quinn is the strongest person I know. She will make it through this, I can promise you that." It was one of those things that people said in movies. She's strong or she's a fighter, but I really meant what I said. People go to Brittany for comfort, people go to me for a reality check, but people go to Quinn for love. She's stronger than she looks, and I know that by this time tomorrow, Quinn will be awake. "Do you need me to call anyone for you?" What I was really asking was if she'd called Mr. Fabray already, but we both knew that.

"No just…I don't want all those kids in the waiting room, their parents are probably worried sick about them, get them home for me?" I nodded and she pulled me into a tight hug.

"Thank you Santana, thank you so much."

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Rachel's POV

I hadn't visited Quinn. It's less that I hadn't and more that I just couldn't. Seeing Quinn Fabray the head cheerleader, the girl who was at the top of everything, broken? I just couldn't imagine it, let alone face it. I'd heard she'd woken up, not directly from someone, but I overheard Santana talking to Brittany about it.

Apparently, she didn't say anything, but her eyes opened, they opened for about thirty seconds and then she fell back into her coma. A coma? It was a terrifying thought.

This was all my fault. I couldn't, not even for a moment, try and blame this on anyone but myself. It was my wedding she was driving to and it was my text that she was reading. I wasn't thinking when I kept texting her, just like I wasn't thinking when I decided to have this wedding so early.

If I could take it all back I would, but I couldn't, and Quinn was the one paying for it.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that Santana had been avoiding me like the plague. She'd spent an entire Physics class doing a two person experiment alone just so that the option of working with me wouldn't even be tested. I knew she was angry, and I certainly didn't blame her, but if I wanted answers she was my only option.

Tracking down Santana in the Cheerio's locker room was invasive and distasteful but it was the only way that I could be certain that she wouldn't just run away. I caught her just as she was tugging on her sweat pants and she was reaching for a shirt to put on. She saw me and looked down; I looked away trying to give her some sense of security or at least some sense of privacy.

I heard her zip up her bag and I looked up to see that she'd slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and she had her arms crossed over her chest, staring at me like I was an upside down statue. "Make it quick Berry." Her words lacked in the luster and bite that they used to have. She didn't look like she'd been putting much effort into anything since the accident and I truly felt sorry for her.

"It's about Quinn." I realized how weak I sounded when I heard her slam her locker shut and the echo nearly knocked me over.

"I know that it's about Quinn, and what I also know is that you'd better ask whatever the fuck you came here to ask soon or I'm going to snap and punch the hell out of you. I don't have patience for you right now, I don't want to look at you and I certainly don't want to talk to you, so say what you're gonna say so I can leave." There was the fire again, although I wished it wasn't aimed at me, but I was at least hopeful that Santana actually had energy in her words.

"How is she?" That was the exact question that I told myself I didn't want to ask, but subconsciously it was the only thing I thought of.

"She's being fed through a tube that's how she is." Santana said coldly. She tried to brush past me and leave but I reached out to touch her arm, which she immediately smacked away.

"That's not what I meant-."

"I know what you meant! I know you want to know how she is, but deep down you don't want to know. I'll tell you though…I'll tell you that she has this scar, on the back of her neck, that keeps bleeding for some stupid reason. Ms. Fabray comes into the room and all she wants to do is hold her daughter, so she wraps her arms around Quinn and every time she pulls back, there's blood on her hands, every damn time. And the nurse she always tries to wipe it away, but it just comes back, and they're too scared to left her up to give her stitches because they still don't know the extent of her injuries. That's how she is Rachel, that's what's going on with Quinn." I was so scared by the intensity in Santana's eyes that I hadn't even felt the tears forming in mine.

"I'm sorry." I said wishing that Santana was the type of person that would allow me to hug her, because right now it looked like we both needed a hug desperately.

"Save your stupid sorry for Quinn okay." Santana snapped. "I've gotta go." She brushed past me and exited the locker room. It was only five seconds later that I found myself following her out the door.

"When she wakes up you'll tell me right?" I asked her.

"Berry you can find that out in the goddamn newspaper for all I care." Santana said. "Would you fuck off please?" The please was a nice touch to the rather vulgar sentence. I stopped next to her car and watched as she unlocked her trunk and tossed her duffle bag in.

"Santana, I'm just trying to inquire about my friend-."

"Your friend? Quinn was never your friend, and after this, she certainly never will be. So mind your own damn business, go back to Finn or whatever…just leave Quinn and I alone." Santana slammed her door shut on me and I watched her back out of the parking spot. She sped off without looking back at me.

I stood there alone with my emotions shattering at the echoes of Santana's words.

So how'd you like the first chapter? Should I continue? Review please.