Hey guys! Here is the last chapter. It basically just wraps everything up (perhaps not very well) but I didn't want to leave you hanging with the last chapter so…here you go. I kind of feel like this chapter is incomplete but I'm too tired to go through it so…I hope it's okay-ish. Thanks again to everybody who has reviewed through this fic. I really appreciate it. Oh and kudos to those who spotted the Dr. Robbins reference! I hope you like the chapter! :)

Chapter 7

Quinn groaned as she stirred into consciousness, the dull aching pulsating through her head causing her to wince in pain. She blinked her eyes open to be greeted with sterile white walls. Feeling a hand in her own, her thoughts immediately turned towards Rachel "Rach…"

"Quinn."

Quinn turned her head to the right to see Brittany and Santana standing next to her bedside wearing relieved expressions. From the slight squeeze she quickly gathered that it was Brittany's hand holding onto her own "What…" she coughed and let go of Brittany's hand to push herself up in the bed "I don't…" her voice cracked and she once again tried to clear her throat, without much success. She licked her lips, frustrated by her inability to speak. She jumped in surprise when a straw was shoved in front of her face. She turned wide eyes to Brittany who smiled brightly and nodded towards the straw. Quinn cautiously moved her head forward and took the straw between her lips, eagerly sucking the water into her mouth. She sighed in relief as it soothed the burning in her throat "Thanks Britt."

Brittany beamed at Quinn's statement and moved the cup of water back to the bedside table.

"What happened?" Quinn asked, looking towards Santana.

"You don't remember?" Santana frowned "You were panicking or something so that crazy ass Doctor shoved a needle into your arm and sedated you." She clenched her hands into fists and ground her teeth together, clearly pissed off by what had happened "If Brittany wasn't here to stop me I swear to God…"

"Where is he now?" Quinn sat bolt upright, her eyes wide in alarm. Santana merely blinked at her in surprise "Santana where is he?"

"Doctor Robbins is yelling at him for being so rough with you." Brittany provided helpfully "He's a real douche but Alaska..."

"Arizona." Santana corrected with a small smile.

"Arizona." Brittany echoed "Is really friendly and actually kind of hot. She has roller blades on her shoes and it's really obvious she's super gay."

"Um…" Quinn narrowed her eyes, feeling her headache increasing "Right."

"So why did you freak out anyway?" Santana asked curiously as she perched on the bed, her hand coming to lightly rest on Quinn's knee "Doctor Robbins thinks you're nuts now."

"He drove me off the road!" Quinn exclaimed loudly "How else am I supposed to react Santana?"

Santana's brow furrowed at her friend's statement "Drove you off the road? What the he…"

"Where is Rachel?" Quinn questioned suddenly "I need to see Rachel!" she pulled the covers back and threw her legs over the edge of the bed before hopping down onto her feet. She stumbled slightly but grabbed Brittany's arm to stabilize herself.

"Quinn, I don't think you should get up." Brittany warned gently as she helped the smaller blonde remain standing "You should get back into bed. The hot doctor says you need rest."

"I need Rachel, not rest." Quinn argued, pushing Brittany's hands lightly away from her body.

"Q, sit the hell down or those doctors, regardless of how hot one of them may or may not be, are going to lock you in a padded room, got i…?"

"I don't think a padded room will be necessary." A voice sounded from the door causing Quinn and Brittany to look up and Santana to whirl around mid-sentence. They stared in silence as Doctor Robbins stepped into the room "At least not until later."

Quinn looked alarmed at the statement and took a step back.

"I'm kidding." The blonde doctor smiled kindly.

"See?" Brittany whispered, not very subtly "She's hot and nice."

Dr. Robbins chuckled at the statement and stepped further into the room, pushing the door half closed behind her.

"Um…" For the first time, Quinn noticed the name badge attached to the Doctors shirt, proclaiming her as Dr. Arizona Robbins. She quickly snapped out of her daze however and took a step forward, addressing the doctor "Is Rachel okay? Can I see her?"

"Rachel is fine but I'm afraid you can't see her yet." Arizona responded as she walked over to stand next to Santana "If you get back into bed I can explain her injuries to you."

Quinn sighed but painstakingly got back into the bed, sitting in a cross legged position. She gratefully slipped her hand into the one offered to her by Brittany before looking towards Arizona.

"Rachel is out of surgery and the damage to her lung has been repaired." Arizona informed them seriously "I've hooked her up to an IV drip and various other fluids to deal with her dehydration and hypothermia but otherwise she's fine. Right now she is still unconscious which is why you can't see her but I'll be sure to let you know when you can."

Quinn visibly sagged in relief, a breath escaping her.

"I also sent your friends home." Arizona continued with a small smile "The taller boy didn't seem to understand and said something about being Rachel's boyfriend but when I mentioned calling security he seemed quite eager to leave."

Santana smirked and shared a look with Brittany.

"Wait!" Quinn's gaze shot up as she realised something "Did anyone call Rachel's Dads?"

"I called them." The Doctor answered her "Just after the both of you got here. They said they're on their way. They'll be here as soon as possible."

Quinn nodded vaguely "When can I see Rachel?"

"Hopefully as soon as she wakes up." Arizona answered with a reassuring smile "I promise to let you know when she does."

"Thanks." Quinn murmured, though she was disappointed that she couldn't go to see the smaller brunette right away.

"I'll be right outside if any of you need anything." Arizona informed them before she silently slipped out of the room, leaving a tense silence in her wake.

Quinn was aware of Santana's gaze on her and though she tried to ignore it she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. Finally she glanced up to be met with a smirk from her Latina friend "What?" she snapped irritably.

"When did you start caring so much about Man-hands?" Santana questioned, with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't call her that!" Quinn exclaimed in annoyance.

Santana smirked at the response "So when?"

"When what?" Quinn averted her gaze, deciding that playing dumb was probably her best option.

Santana rolled her eyes at the blatant avoidance "When did you start caring so much about Rachel?"

"I don't know." Quinn licked her suddenly dry lips and shifted uncomfortably "I just do, okay?"

"What?" Santana pressed, her patented smirk still covering her lips "Did you have mind-blowing, life altering sex with Berry in the middle of nowhere and decide that…" she trailed off as Quinn's wide eyed gaze shot up to land on hers. Despite herself Santana couldn't help the gasp that escaped her midsentence "…Fucking hell, you totally did!"

"Santana…" Quinn covered her face with her hands and slid down in the bed, just awaiting her friends ridicule. The only response from Santana however was hysterical laughter "San!"

"This is hilarious!" Santana laughed as she took in Quinn's flushed cheeks "You're seriously telling me that you took Berry's V card in the back of your car? How utterly romantic of you…Not."

Quinn frowned, still quite guilty that Rachel's first time had been in the back of her car, during a life threatening situation rather than in a comfortable bed with a romantic atmosphere "It…It wasn't like that. You're making it sound cheap and dirty but it was exactly the opposite."

"Yeah? How's that?" Santana countered.

"Because I love her!" Quinn exclaimed, slamming a hand down onto the bed "I fucking love her, okay Santana?"

There was silence for a brief moment before Santana spoke up again "Well at least you've finally realised you're totally gay for Berry. The UST was driving me crazy."

Quinn blinked "What?"

"Unresolved sexual tension." Santana explained casually "It's surprisingly unsexy…just very annoying. So kudos young grasshopper."

Brittany turned to her girlfriend in confusion "San, Quinn isn't a bug."

Santana smiled at her admittedly slightly slow girlfriend "Figure of speech B."

"Oh." Brittany still looked perplexed but she turned to address a stunned looking Quinn "I think Santana is trying to say that she's proud of you for realising you want sweet lady kisses from Rachel."

"W-Wait…Back up." Quinn shook her head in an attempt to clear it but winced at the pain she felt "You're saying you two knew about my feelings for Rachel before I did?"

"Brittany pointed it out to me. She's very observant." Santana smiled proudly and slid an arm around Brittany's waist "But when I started paying attention…you're really obvious about it Fabray."

"What?" Quinn started to shake her head in disbelief but quickly thought better of it "What are you talking about?"

Santana rolled her eyes "You're like the boy in the playground who approaches the girl he likes and pulls her pigtails…Obviously your version of that is slushy facials and name calling but whatever." Quinn looked like she was going to interrupt but Santana held up a hand effectively silencing her "And what kind of straight girl draws pornographic pictures of other girls on bathroom walls? Seriously Q! Not to mention the fact that the pictures you drew in your notebook no matter how unflattering they were, were always surrounded by hearts. Supressed emotions much?"

"And you stare at her a lot." Brittany added helpfully.

"That's true." Santana nodded with a smug grin.

"This is…" Quinn lifted a hand to her head, finding it difficult to process the new information "That's…"

"Old news." Santana shrugged "Your epic gayness is nothing new to us, right Britt?"

"Right!" Brittany agreed.

Quinn merely gaped at the two girls before they were interrupted by a knock at the door. They turned to see Arizona standing there, a hesitant smile on her lips "Rachel is awake if you want to see her…?"

Needless to say Quinn hopped off the bed, almost shoving past Santana in her eagerness to get to the smaller brunette. What she hadn't determined however was her own sudden weakness caused by the events of the past 24 hours or so. She stumbled forward and would have fallen to the ground, had It not been for Santana's lightning reflexes.

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"I can walk by myself." Quinn muttered darkly despite the fact that she was clutching Santana and Brittany's arms like they were the only things holding her up. That was partially true, though she wouldn't bring herself to admit it. After the mishap back in Quinn's own hospital room, Arizona had attempted to convince her to use a wheelchair to get to Rachel's room. Quinn pleaded with her to reconsider and had eventually won the argument by pointing out the fact that Brittany and Santana could help her get to Rachel's room just as safely as a wheelchair.

"Sure you can." Santana chuckled.

Quinn huffed but fell into silence for a few minutes "Hey…" she frowned as she noticed a male doctor with blonde hair glowering angrily at her "Why is that guy looking at me like that?"

Santana followed Quinn's line of vision to see who she was talking about "Well you did get him into trouble…even though it was the prick's own fault."

"Wait." Quinn drew to a halt and stared at the man intently "You're telling me that he is the Doctor who sedated me? It wasn't John Wayne?"

Santana looked at her as if she was crazy "John Wayne? What the fuck Fabray? Why do you keep talking about him? You said it before too…"

"Nevermind." Although she was beyond freaked out Quinn really didn't want to say anything which made her sound crazier than she already sounded so she quickly resumed her walk down the hall.

"Me and B are going to grab a drink or something." Santana announced when they finally stopped next to Rachel's closed door "Do you need anything?"

Quinn shook her head in response "I'm good."

"Are you okay to get in there by yourself?" Santana asked cautiously, still clutching firmly to Quinn's arm "Because I can take you in if you don't feel up to it."

"I didn't know you cared so much." Quinn teased. Santana glared and she quickly continued "I'm okay. You guys can go."

"We'll be back soon!" Brittany exclaimed as she grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her down the corridor…In the opposite direction to the vending machines and cafeteria. Quinn shuddered to think what they were getting up to and silently hoped that they didn't get themselves thrown out. She quickly opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her.

"Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed from the bed, her voice slightly hoarse "You're here."

"Rach…" Quinn sighed in relief at the sight of the brunette sitting up in the bed and quickly walked (more like stumbled) over to the bedside to grasp her hand "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me too." Rachel smiled softly and squeezed Quinn's hand "I mean I'm glad you're okay too. I'm also glad it's that hand you're holding onto since the other one feels as if it's on fire."

Quinn glanced at Rachel's other hand to see it was wrapped with a bandage "Does it hurt much?"

Rachel shook her head "My throat stings and my chest hurts but they gave me some drugs to keep the pain levels to a minimum. Of course before they gave me these drugs I had to ensure they weren't tried and tested on animals because that would have been unethical and simply wrong."

Quinn smiled fondly at the mini-ramble "It's nice to see that your sore throat isn't affecting your ability to talk."

"Well as you may have noticed my voice sounds slightly rougher than usual, apparently that's an effect of my earlier coughing however I quite like the tone…I wonder if it will carry through to my singing. To be honest I've always wanted a huskier texture to my voice…perhaps like Santana's."

Quinn flushed slightly as she realised that she really liked the suddenly husky tone Rachel's voice had taken. She quickly remembered that there was something more pressing to discuss however "Rach?"

"Yes Quinn?" Rachel whispered.

"You remember what happened in those woods don't you?" Quinn asked unsurely "I wasn't…I'm not hallucinating or going crazy or anything, am I?"

"If what you remember is us being stalked by hooded figures and 'John Wayne', I can assure you you're not going crazy." Rachel reassured her quietly.

Quinn breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Rachel frowned as she noticed that Quinn was swaying unsteadily on her feet. She shifted to the left and nodded towards the empty space next to her.

Quinn noticed the gesture and instantly shook her head "I shouldn't…I don't want to hurt you or knock tubes out or anything like that."

"Please?" Rachel requested imploringly.

Quinn sighed helplessly against the pleading look and carefully shuffled onto the bed next to Rachel. Needing the physical contact, she gingerly wrapped her arm around the other girl's waist, tugging her gently closer "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you?"

Rachel hummed in response and laid her head on Quinn's shoulder.

There was a moment of silence before Quinn forced herself to speak up "Rachel?" she received another tired hum in response, indicating that Rachel was listening "I don't think we should tell anyone about what happened…in the woods. There's no proof and they'll only think that we're crazy or something."

Rachel lifted her head and shifted enough to look into Quinn's eyes "I think you're right. We should keep it to ourselves for now. And it's highly unlikely that we're going to encounter those figures or that man again, right?"

Quinn nodded, choosing not to tell Rachel about the encounter she had in her own hospital room. She reassured herself that it must have been a figment of her imagination or an after effect of her head injury that had caused her to see their attacker as opposed to an unprofessional doctor.

"Besides." Rachel said smiling brightly "Keeping it a secret will make the revelation in my autobiography all that more dramatic."

Quinn chuckled and spontaneously leaned forward to kiss the brunette on the forehead. She allowed her lips to linger for a moment, revelling in the softness of Rachel's skin and the way she inhaled sharply at the touch. Eventually Quinn forced herself to pull away to see that Rachel's eyes had slid shut at the gesture. She was about to say something when the door burst open and Brittany skipped into the room with Santana trailing behind her. Quinn groaned internally but couldn't help the grin that graced her lips when she noticed Santana's less than together appearance "Nice sex hair S."

Santana narrowed her eyes in warning but self-consciously pulled her fingers through her dark hair.

"Brittany…Santana." Rachel looked shocked at their guests "What a surprise to see you two here."

"We didn't leave after we found you and Quinn." Brittany informed her brightly.

"Found us?" Rachel echoed in confusion as she glanced at Quinn.

"Brittany noticed you weren't at the hotel and convinced me to go looking for you." Santana explained simply "We found you and took you to the hospital. End of story."

Quinn tilted her head to the side in contemplation "That was after I passed out?"

"You passed out?" Rachel practically screeched in concern causing the other three girls to flinch "Why? Are you okay?" she placed her hands on Quinn's cheeks and angled her head downwards to reveal the small bandage on her head.

"I'm fine." Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand and gently lowered them "I was just exhausted."

"Probably from carrying the midget through the snow." Santana interjected "It seemed like you were going to attack B for taking her off you back there."

Quinn shot Brittany an apologetic look but imperceptibly tightened her grip on the brunette next to her. It was obvious from Rachel's grin that she had noticed the action however "Wait…So how did I get to the car?"

Santana rolled her eyes at the question "I dragged you through the snow by your foot."

"San!" Brittany chastised.

Santana sighed in resignation and turned back to Quinn "Fine, I obviously carried you to the car and then we went to the hospital. What a stupid question. Maybe you hit your head harder than we thought you did and it knocked your few remaining brain cells around."

"Says you." Quinn countered "Have you heard your own grammar? 'I gets what I wants', 'that's how we does it in Lima heights, 'Needs to gets my mack on'…Must I go on?"

"My grammar is better than your common sense Fabgay."

Quinn pulled away from Rachel and stood up, planting her hands on her hips "Did you seriously just go there Lopez? Don't think that just because I'm in the hospital I won't take you down right here."

"You could try it…I doubt you'd make it over here."

Rachel stared speechlessly between Quinn and the Latina, wondering whether they were about to throw down right there.

"San!" Brittany gripped Santana's arm tightly "Stop it! She's sick!"

Santana glanced at Brittany and her expression instantly softened. She looked back towards Quinn and softened even further when she noticed the blonde girl was quivering on the spot. She pulled away from Brittany's grip and began to stalk towards the head cheerio. Quinn tensed as if expecting to be punched but Santana merely placed her hands on Quinn's shoulders and gently pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked, looking slightly puzzled.

"Nothing." Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest "Look Fabray, I know we fight like cat and dog but I wouldn't hit you when you're sick or hurt, okay? And I'm sorry for my snarky comment about dragging you through the snow by your foot. I just don't like this being soft stuff. It's bad enough that people know I'm a pushover when it comes to B but if anyone finds out I'm soft for Quinn Fabray…"

Quinn smiled softly "Right."

"I'm still going to kick your ass later." Santana stated, her expression suddenly guarded.

"Not if I kick your ass first." Quinn responded, her smile fading.

"And naturally I still kinda hate you."

Quinn narrowed her eyes "I still kind of hate you too."

There was a moment of silence during which Quinn and Santana stared at each other intently. It didn't last long however as a smile tugged at Quinn's lips and a second later she was hugging the Latina tightly.

Rachel watched the interaction with wide, confused eyes "What the…Didn't they just say…"

"They actually mean the opposite." Brittany spoke up. Rachel jumped slightly, having not noticed Brittany move to her side "When they say that…They don't mean 'hate'."

Rachel grinned as she watched the two friends hugging tightly "Aaaw."

Santana pulled away and narrowed her eyes at the diva "I hope you didn't just say what I think you did."

Rachel merely shook her head and smiled innocently.

"We should go on double dates now." Brittany announced much to Rachel's surprise "It'll be fun, right San?"

Santana glanced at Quinn unsurely "Erm…"

"Brittany, I think you're misunderstanding the term 'double date'" Rachel said tentatively "For it to work there has to be two participating couples."

"But Santana says that we're dating now." Brittany looked to Santana for confirmation and received a nod in response "Which means we're a couple. And since Quinn is in l…"

As underhanded as she knew it was Quinn could only think of one thing that would effectively silence the blonde…she threw one hand to her head and faked a pained cringe "OW!"

"Quinn?" Rachel promptly threw back the blankets and tried to get out of bed only to have the tubes keep her there. She reached out and managed to grab the blonde, pulling her close to the bedside "Quinn, are you okay?"

Quinn nodded and lowered her hand "Just a twinge."

Santana shot her a look that informed her she hadn't bought into the exclamation of pain at all. Quinn motioned with her head towards Brittany and Santana nodded in understanding. When she turned to look at Brittany, Quinn couldn't help but feel guilty at the guilty look that had covered the taller blondes face "It's okay B. You didn't do anything…I'm fine."

Brittany looked unsure for a moment before she beamed and turned to Rachel "You know Rachel…You're really light. I was thinking about it before and I think maybe you should go and see a doctor…maybe you are a dwarf."

Santana guffawed at the statement while Quinn breathed a silent sigh of relief that she had managed to steer the conversation away from dangerous topics. Rachel merely looked confused by Brittany's questioning.

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2 days later

"I can't believe your convinced your Dads to let you stay here." Quinn called into the bathroom from her position on the bed. Rachel was currently in there changing into something suitable to wear for bed.

"They understand that I have to keep an eye on my competition." Rachel called back before she walked into the room and lowered her voice "Plus, they've never been able to resist my 'puppy dog look' as they like to call it."

Quinn smiled as she recalled having been subject to the said look once or twice over the past few days "I completely understand that." She raked her eyes over the brunette, her smile widening into a grin "Cute."

Rachel self-consciously pulled down on the T-shirt Quinn had loaned her. It was slightly too long in fit but Rachel found that it still smelled like the blonde and that was something she wasn't at all unhappy about. She'd had to burrow the item of clothing because all of the clothes she had brought with her on the trip were still in the trunk of Quinn's car, which strangely enough couldn't be found. Quinn on the other hand, had convinced Santana prior to the trip to take some of her stuff so her car wasn't too weighed down. Rachel glanced between the slogan on the front of the T-shirt and Quinn "There is a light that never goes out?"

"Oh…" Quinn grinned at the question "The Smiths…I doubt you've heard of them but I love their music."

Rachel narrowed her eyes playfully "If a double decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die…"

Quinn raised her eyebrows in surprise at the brunette's singing but grinned and joined in anyway, finding the irony in the lyrics "And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure the privilege is mine."

"Appropriate lyrics." Rachel noted with a small smile.

"I'm impressed." Quinn revealed as she gently tugged the brunette onto the bed "Your knowledge of music goes beyond Broadway."

Rachel smiled softly as she felt Quinn intertwine their fingers together "Yes well, I'm rather partial to the smiths. In fact I consider one of their songs to include one of my favourite instrumental endings."

"I love you."

Rachel's head snapped to the right so fast that Quinn silently feared that she'd gotten whiplash at the movement "Huh?"

Despite the fact that she was cursing herself for blurting the admission of love out Quinn couldn't help the giggle that escaped her at Rachel's monosyllabic question "I didn't mean to say that."

"Do you…" Rachel licked her lips nervously and averted her gaze from Quinn's "Do you mean it?"

Quinn nodded solemnly "I do."

"You love me?"

"Yes."

Rachel finally turned her gaze to meet Quinn's worried eyes "How?"

Quinn paused at the question before answering "I don't know…I just do. I love you and I can't help it."

"Do you want to…'help it'?" Rachel asked softly.

"No!" Quinn shook her head furiously "I just…I know this is going really fast but after everything that's happened, it's like I'm seeing things in a new light…After almost losing you, I'm seeing you in a new light and…"

"And?" Rachel prompted hopefully.

"And I just want to be with you." Quinn confided vulnerably. Her eyes flicked to their joined hands as they fell into silence. Finally she forced herself to look up, only to see Rachel staring speechlessly at her "Say something?"

Rachel swallowed heavily before gently squeezing Quinn's hand "I want to be with you too but…" she winced as Quinn's expression brightened only to drop at the mention of the word 'but' "But what about school? What about what people will think?"

"I don't care." Quinn answered dismissively "They can think what they want. And if anyone tries anything…Santana says she has our backs."

Rachel nodded numbly, though she was subconsciously thinking about anything else that could make their being together difficult.

"You want to be with me…Don't you?" Quinn asked cautiously, suddenly fearing that despite everything that had gone on in her car, she had somehow mistaken the signals Rachel was sending her.

Rachel nodded almost instantly "I do. I just don't think…"

"Don't think." Quinn echoed Rachel's earlier words from the car "Just feel." With that said she shifted forward and kissed the brunette softly, trying to reflect everything she felt into the simple action. She sighed contentedly as Rachel pulled her closer and the kiss deepened. She slid her hand into Rachel's hair and daringly flicked her tongue against her bottom lip, gaining herself a small moan of approval. As quickly as it had started however Rachel was pushing her back and Quinn felt her hope deflate.

"Wait…" Rachel murmured breathlessly "I need you to know…I love you too Quinn. I really do."

Quinn beamed at the statement "Yeah?"

Rachel nodded in confirmation "And if you think we can handle whatever is thrown at us when we get back to Lima…as a couple then I want to be with you."

If at all possible, Quinn's smile only grew wider at the statement and she quickly pulled Rachel back into the kiss, gently pushing her back onto the bed. Rachel gasped into the kiss as she felt Quinn move to straddle her waist.

"I was thinking…" Quinn murmured as she reluctantly tore her lips from Rachel's in favour of trailing soft kisses down the other girls jaw, towards her neck.

"Uh-huh?"

"I still feel kind of bad about how unromantic your first time was." Quinn pulled back to look into Rachel's eyes and smiled lovingly "So maybe we can have a kind of do over?"

Rachel nodded emphatically, for once finding herself at a loss for words.

Quinn grinned at the answer before leaning down to recapture Rachel's lips with her own.

…There is a light that never goes out…

THE END