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Take a step Back	By : DBAngel0322 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 6035 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters that appear in this story. There is no money earned from writing, this is purely for enjoyment purposes

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It was Monday morning and Quinn was at her locker getting her books. She kept looking at Rachel's seeing if the diva was going to come to school. Quinn had left Saturday morning and didn't see the diva the rest of the weekend. That didn't mean she didn't keep in contact with her; texting her the remainder of the weekend, and at all hours of the night. Rachel admitted to having difficulty sleeping and would text Quinn when she couldn't. Quinn was still having problems sleeping herself. Since spending the night at Rachel's she was again worried.
After Rachel had come out of the bathroom Quinn confronted her about Quinn's dream. Rachel said she has fantasized about her own funeral. Who would miss her and how people reacted. She never thought of how she died until lately. The fantasy included speakers feeling responsible for the diva taking her own life. Quinn flat out asked the diva if she was going to hurt herself. Rachel said no, but Quinn was still uneasy.
The first bell rang letting the students know it was time to go to homeroom. Quinn started her walk to her homeroom but sent a text on her way.
Hey. Where r u?
Quinn took her seat waiting for the response. Her phone buzzed.
Rachel: Home
The short answer made the cheerleader worry. She was about to write another text when she saw someone standing in front of the desk. She looked up seeing a middle age woman staring at her.
"Miss Fabray I know its only homeroom but," she said extending her hand. "You know the rule."
Quinn placed her phone in the teacher's extended hand.
"End of the day," she said going back to the front.
The television in the corner of the room flipped on showing Mr. Figgins.
"Good morning students. I hope you all had a good weekend. I would like to address a few housekeeping issues. I'm sure by now you have heard about what happened to one of our students on Friday. I'm here to enforce our no violence and bullying policy. Violence will not be tolerated, and anyone involved will be expelled. Any student who witnesses any act of bullying or violence is encouraged to report it. As well as students who are victims. Rooms that have this sticker on the door are a safe havens. If any student wants to reports anything or talk about anything these are safe places to talk. If students do not feel comfortable talking to Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell, they can talk to these teachers who have gotten training. Thank you…"
Quinn stopped paying attention to the announcements. She couldn't believe the school was actually starting to take initiative against both violence and bullying.
"Can you believe he tried to suspend me?" Quinn heard a girl behind her say to her friend.
"How did you get out of it?" a male's voice asked
"He had no right. My parents went straight to the school board. As well as everyone else that witnessed the assault. I was just an innocent bystander. I had nothing to do with what happened. So everyone that was a witness got a pardon."
"Including the kid who taped it?"
"No he was still suspended, because he went a step further. He was also the only one who saw the entire thing from beginning to end."
The bell rang indicated first period. Quinn's blood was boiling when she left the room.

The day was a blur. Quinn could hardly pay attention. She did manage to get what Rachel had missed so she'd have a reason to see the diva when school let out. She had just enough time to get her phone back before heading to the choir room to start working on Rachel's gift.
Quinn was the last to arrive; Mr. Shuster was standing in the front getting ready to start.
"Quinn glad you could make it," he said to the cheerleader as she took her seat next to Sam. "So guys what did we come up with?"
Finn raised his hand, "I had found a song called sorry we could sing. I mean we all have done some mean stuff to Rachel. I think having a song apologizing might be good."
"Ok, do you have the lyrics?" the teacher asked.
"Uh… no, but I can get it. Can I go run to the library?"
Mr. Shue waved him off and Finn made a beeline for the door.
Puck raised his. "There was this hold on song I found, and before you ask, no."
Mr. Shue pointed to the door for the boy to follow his teammate.
The room was silent.
"Come one guys. You mean no one found any songs for us to sing?"
Quinn raised her hand. "I found a few Mr. Shuster that I liked. But one of them may not be appropriate."
Quinn reached in her bag pulling out a few pieces of paper. The Spanish teacher extended his hand to see what Quinn had found. He flipped through the few pages and stopped at the last one. He handed it back to Quinn.
"You're right that one is not appropriate, if there was an edited version maybe. But these are good suggestions," he said holding up what was left in his hand. He turned his attention back to the group. He was about to read off the songs Quinn had found, when Mercedes ran past him to the door. Who was followed by the rest of New Directions. The teacher was unable to see who they were fussing over until they all finished giving the new person a hug.
"Kurt?" he finally asked
"Hey Mr. Shue," he said giving his old teacher a hug.
"What are you doing here?"
"Quinn told me what happened to Rachel. I want to be part of your musical number for her. And…" he reached into his bag pulling out papers. "I have some songs."

Quinn was finally standing at the Berry's front door. She had stayed late after glee. She had some things she had to work out, and got to Rachel's house later than she had planned. She just wanted to go home and sleep, but she wanted to check on Rachel. Quinn rang the doorbell, and was surprised to see a woman open the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked when Quinn didn't reply. The woman was wearing a business skirt suit.
"Uh… Is Rachel here?" Quinn finally asked. "I have her homework."
"You must be Quinn," the woman said opening the door for the cheerleader to enter.
Quinn was hesitant but walked into the house, "Uh yea, I'm sorry have we met?"
"I'm sorry. I'm Dr. Coyan," she said extending her hand.
"Her psychiatrist," Quinn said taking her hand.
"Yes."
"So what are you doing here?" Quinn asked letting go of the doctor's hand.
"Rachel's fathers have asked me to stay here until Rachel gets better."
"You're staying here?"
"Yes, this isn't the first time. Her fathers get concerned when Rachel doesn't have a female around. So when something traumatic happens they ask me to move in for a few days. So I'm around if Rachel has any problems or needs, which I am more, equipped to help her with."
"Such as?"
"Such as puberty," Dr. Coyan replied. "Many of my clients are same sex couples with children. I have moved in with some of my gay male clients whose children need a woman around for a short period of time."
"Isn't that unethical?"
"No. I stay in a separate room. I never stay more than a few days, and I still continue to see my clients in my office. If they need me when I am in my room, I always talk to them in the kitchen with a table between us. If it's a group session it'll be in the living room."
Quinn nodded. "You stayed here when Rachel found out who her mother was too."
"Did she tell you that?" she asked. She was trying her best to maintain confidentiality.
Quinn nodded before asking another question. "So you're here because of the attack at school. How has she been doing?"
"Other than ok, I can't tell you anything else. Patient- doctor confidentiality," Dr. Coyan informed the cheerleader.
"Did she start having the night terrors again?"
"Interesting why do ask? Did Rachel tell you?"
"No. I was here when she had the first one."
The woman walked past Quinn to a door near the kitchen. She came back out with a notebook. She had a confused look on her face.
"Her fathers didn't say you were Saturday."
"I was here Saturday morning."
"When was her first night terror?"
Quinn sighed. "Isn't this a violation of patient-doctor confidentiality?"
"No. I didn't bring up the night terrors. You did. I'm also not saying anything Rachel has told me. I'm talking about with what her fathers have told me. So when was the first night terror?"
"Friday afternoon. I had come over to bring Rachel's assignments, just like I did today. She was napping and started crying, thrashing, and screaming. I was right there to wake her and comfort her."
"Interesting, and you were here Saturday morning?"
"Yes Rachel asked me to spend the night."
"Did she have any night terrors?"
"No. She slept through the night, we both did."
The psychiatrist took a closer look at Quinn and saw bags under her eyes. She concluded the cheerleader had not been sleeping well either.
"Can I go see Rachel now?" Quinn asked the woman.
"Yes, of course. Sorry. Sometimes I can't turn off my psych talk."
Quinn walked up the stairs, stopping at Rachel's door. She knocked waiting for a reply.
"I don't feel like talking," Rachel said through the door.
Quinn frowned at the response. "You want me to leave your assignments out here?" Quinn asked through the door.
She heard rustling through the door before it opened. "Quinn, come in," she said leaving space for the cheerleader to walk in.
"I thought you didn't want to talk?" Quinn said doing as she was told.
"What? No sorry. I thought you were Dr. Coyan. My dads knock and walk in. Dr. Coyan always knocks and waits for a response," Rachel replied closing the door.
"Gotcha, that must suck your dads walk right in?"
"Why?"
"You don't get any privacy."
"I have privacy. I rarely keep my door closed. When it is my dads know not to come in. But since Friday my door has been closed all the time. They both open it a crack to check before opening it all the way."
Quinn nodded in response. She handed Rachel her assignments. The diva took the notes and placed them on her desk. Quinn sat down on Rachel's bed.
"How are you doing?" Quinn asked.
Rachel kept her back to the blonde cheerio. "Fine," she replied.
Quinn got up and walked over to the diva. "Rachel look at me," she said to the back of her head.
Rachel shook her head. She could feel the tears starting to form in her eyes. Quinn slowly moved in closer to Rachel. She snuck her hands around Rachel's waist. Rachel let the cheerio pull her into her. Quinn leaned down placing her chin on the diva's shoulder.
"Talk to me," she whispered.
"I can't sleep," Rachel finally confessed.
"Night terrors?" Quinn asked as if she didn't know.
Rachel nodded. "Figured that out from the texts? Which by the way, I noticed you always responded."
"Yea, still having that nightmare," Quinn replied.
Rachel turned around in Quinn's arms. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be. I'm just scared for you."
The tears started to fall from Rachel's eyes. She had told Quinn she was wondering who would be scared for her, like she was with Kurt. Quinn pulled her in closer, moving her hand up and down Rachel's back. The diva slowly pulled away.
"Thanks Quinn," Rachel said wiping away the tears.
"You don't have to thank me," Quinn assured her. "Come on," she said gabbing Rachel's hand.
She pulled Rachel towards the bed and motioned for her to get in it. Rachel stood there, scared of her own bed.
"It's ok Rachel. I'll be here for a little while. I did notice that the one night we both got a good night sleep was the night I stayed over."
"Then you just need to stay over again," Rachel teased.
"I can't stay the night. But I'll stay until I need to go home. "
Rachel nodded and got into bed. Quinn proceeded to tuck her in. When she turned to go sit at the desk, Rachel grabbed her wrist. "Lay down with me?"
Quinn was silent thinking of her homework. "I can't. I still have school tomorrow. But I can sit next to you while I do my assignments that don't require a computer."
"I'll take that compromise."
Quinn rummaged through her bag, pulling out her math homework. She kicked off her shoes before sitting on the other side of the bed, leaning up against the headboard. Rachel turned over, facing her friend. Quinn smiled at her, placing her left hand on her back as she wrote down the first equation.
Quinn finished up her non-computer assignments. She slowly got out of the bed and walked over to Rachel's computer. She turned it on; Rachel had a guest account plus her own that was password protected. Quinn was just happy she didn't need to wake up the diva. Quinn was about to open Microsoft word when there was a knock at the door and it opened.
Quinn quickly got out of the chair and held her finger up to her lips. Rachel's daddy was coming in still in his police uniform. He motioned for Quinn to come out in the hallway.
"I heard you were here. But why are you still here?" he whispered.
"Rachel asked me to stay. I told her I'd stay until I had to go home. I've been doing my homework while she slept."
"Why not leave when she fell asleep?"
"Because I know Rachel hasn't been sleeping. I didn't want to just leave her in case she had a night terror. Also if she wakes up and I'm not there she could get upset and hurt by me. I wanted her to get some sleep before I left."
The big man nodded at Quinn's explanation. "Well it is getting late, you should head on home."
Quinn nodded, turning to go back in Rachel's room. She packed up her bag before she sat on her knees on Rachel's bed. She moved a stray hair behind the diva's ear. Quinn smiled at the sleeping diva. She looked so peaceful, and didn't want to wake her up. The cheerleader couldn't resist the urge to place a light kiss on the diva's forehead. The contact made the diva stir. Quinn pulled away and waited for Rachel to open her eyes.
"Hey," she whispered with a smile.
"Hey," Rachel replied. "How long was I asleep?"
"A few hours, I didn't want to wake you."
"Then why did you?" Rachel asked stretching.
"Your daddy is home. I didn't realize how late it was. I wanted to say bye."
Rachel pouted as she sat up. She opened her arms to give Quinn a hug. The cheerleader filled the void, wrapping her arms around Rachel.
When Quinn released Rachel she said, "If you have another one, you can text me. It does not matter what hour."
Rachel nodded. Quinn gave her one more quick hug before leaving the Berry residence.
On the way home Quinn made one stop. She managed to find a stuffed star. She brought it home with her and instead of sleeping with her lamb that night. She held onto the star as close and tightly as she could as sleep took her over.
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