Quinn awoke, rubbing the spot on her forehead that demanded immediate attention. Spots swarmed her vision and things slowly came into focus piece by green piece and she realized, with numb surprise, she was laying in a forest somewhere.

But the real question was... why?

It was like her mind was working through sludge trying to remember what had happened. Glee club practice had gone late and Santana had left with Brit to Breadsticks for dinner. Quinn had wanted to go home and have a nap and watch a movie with Mercedes that night. Then what happened?

The long stretches of time seemed to appear through a fog and disappear with the slightest breeze. Time was far apart and her memory failed, flashes of events rolled through her mind but she didn't remember any of it. What happened after she came home that led her here?

The first issue was stability, of which there currently was none thanks to the confusion. Quinn took deep breaths and waited for the world to stop spinning beyond her ability to focus. Once her balance restored itself she blinked and shielded her eyes from the sun, sliding back through the grass using her arms and pushing herself with her legs until her back pressed carefully against a tree. Her hands clung to the rough bark and she guided herself upwards until standing tall on two feet, although heavily relying on the tree to keep her upright at this point. The change in altitude caused some more pain to her head, although temporary, and she slid the elastic off her ponytail to relieve some of the tension building in her temples.

Frowning and with a slight wince her hair fell from its neat and orderly place atop her head and snaked down her shoulders and back. She sighed gently, sound emitting from her two rosy lips as the discomfort wound all the way around her like a rope constricting her mind from thinking clearly. It was slowly becoming clear to her a sound off in the distance. Although unsure of the direction the sound had a rhythm to it. It grew louder and louder, until she was certain of what it must be, the hooves of horses.

Now she was worried, the sludge was still there but as it moved around it made room for panic and unease. This was a very weird thing to be hearing, hooves in the woods after some sort of head injury. Her body tensed and she felt sick as she waited for the sound to go away. It didn't though, it grew louder and closer while ringing clear as a bell. There was a great deal of shouting too and she felt worried.

Wherever she was wasn't safe, standing in the middle of the woods, back pressed against a tree, waiting for whoever was coming to find her.

Quinn couldn't help but wonder if the sludge in her mind was hiding something awful? Like she'd been kidnapped and was going to be taken away. No, that would not happen to Quinn Fabray, and not by men on horses.

Gingerly and one step at a time she found the largest tree around her and slowly made her way toward it. Her speed picked up the closer the shouting and hooves became. Finally she sank to her knees and crawled the rest of the way, breathing heavily until she was safely on the opposite side of the noisy intruders.

"Merlin, you can't be serious!" It was the first words she heard clearly, her heart pounding, although she couldn't help but wonder at the strange name. Wasn't that the old wizard or something? There had been a movie about it, Disney of course, she'd watched it while babysitting she didn't know how many times. It wasn't going to let her put down her guard though.

The voices bantered back and forth, although it only sounded like two men and their horses they made enough noise for twice as many people. Her breath was slow and even, although her heart raced and the extra blood made her feel dizzy. She forced herself to risk a deep breath and her eyes focussed on something shining and dazzling in the sun. It looked weird, like something Finn might have collected or talked about getting, but why would anyone have a sword?

Unless they really were some sick, crazy people.

The sword was positioned to her far right. The strangers had their attention focussed elsewhere, arguing back and forth. Obviously she was dealing with some very insane people and having a sword would be better than trying to beat them away with a stick. There was a risk though, maybe if she stayed still enough they would leave on their own accord, but if they were the people trying to kidnap her or the ones who caused the bump on her head then that became a different story.

There was no other option in her mind. Ever so quietly she stretched out her arm as far as one could possibly attempt, still coming up short for the reach for the sword. She leaned more until her ribs hurt and her back felt worse than one of Couch Slyvester's backflips. So she pushed further, rolling onto her knees and crawling, aware of every crunch and crackle beneath her as the sword grew closer. Her fingers clasped firmly around the handle she tugged it free from the ground before sliding back over to the tree and taking deep victory breaths.

Now all she had to do was-

What? Fight them off with their own sword? It didn't seem like such a good idea anymore and she fought with herself over what to do. Was there any way she could somehow put it back before either of them noticed it was missing?

Uh-oh, too late.

"Merlin, where's my sword?"

"What? I didn't move it, you left it there in the ground."

"Well then explain to me how a sword can just get up and walk away?" The voice hinted at irritation.

"I didn't touch your precious sword, it's right ther-" his voice suddenly trailed off, Quinn knew it was only a matter of time before-

"And who are you?" A man asked her, stepping out quickly from behind the tree so quietly, the sun glinting off his metal suit.

Quinn screamed, she hadn't known what she pictured behind the voice. The British accent, the suit of armor, the blonde hair and the irritated look on his face.

"Get away from me!" she yelled, holding the sword up, although it was heavier than she expected and she tried not to show how little she knew about holding swords. There was no way she could manage to hold it with just one arm though like in the movies. Instead she opted for holding it straight out with both arms stretched and muscles tense enough to cause her head to throb. "Get away from me," she repeated, taking the time with each word to sound as fierce as possible.

The... what was he, a knight? Playing dress-up? Whatever he was he looked torn between irritation and amusement, glancing back at his partner Merlin. "See what you've done now, Merlin? You've once again managed to mess up your job and now I have to fix things," he said, bringing his attention back to Quinn. "All I wanted was to get my sword back so I can-"

"Hey! Shut up!" Quinn shouted, she didn't want them to think this was a joke anymore.

The knight man flashed a look of shock before taking a stride closer to her, "I am Arthur Pendragon, you can't tell me to shut up. What's your name?" he asked.

"I can do whatever I want, and I'm not telling you, you need to leave, both of you, before I call the police and have you both arrested for kidnapping," she said.

Their faces were dumbstruck, but playing innocent wasn't going to work, even if all Quinn wanted to do was sit back down and take a nap. The last thing she needed to do was go unconscious again after everything that had happened. It was very, very important to stay awake.

"If you don't return my sword you'll be-" he said before she silenced him yet again.

Quinn wiggled the sword around a little more, trying to prove something. Prove she was not to be tested, or scared, she could handle herself- except that before she knew what had happened the sword was tugged out of her small hands and she stared in slight shock at what had unfolded "Just so you know, if you kidnap me I am prepared to scream and bite and do whatever I need to do," she told them with conviction.

The knight just seemed to be pleased to have his sword back and went back to life beyond the tree she'd been hiding. Her eyes followed him before landing on the second half of the pair.

He didn't say much, just looked at her, his mouth would open then clamp shut again and he scratched his head in a perplexed way and took a few steps away from her, before whirling around again. "Where did you buy those clothes?" he asked her.

Quinn raised one brow, lowering it while a sharp pain went through her skull. "Why?" she asked, was he going to take her on a shopping trip?

"I've never seen anyone selling them out in the market," he said.

The market? "I ordered this dress online," she told him hesitantly.

"You ordered it... Where's online?" he asked, fully focussing his attention on her now.

The knight had stepped closer and grew irritated the longer Merlin spent talking to her. "Merlin, we don't have time to talk to her about her clothes. She's lucky I don't arrest her, although I would, if I had the time. We've got to find the necklace."

Oh, maybe they were gay, that would explain the costumes and questions about her clothes. Well that was okay, Quinn had lot's of gay friends, they weren't what worried her. The swords did, though.

Merlin didn't take his eyes off her though. He wasn't leering, but full of curiosity, before his eyes looked full of shock and his hand flew to his mouth. "A-Ar-Arthur! Arthur!" he was yelling and tripping over his feet to back away from her and clung onto the knight, well, she supposed his name was Arthur now that it had been screamed into her ear. "She- she's... It worked! I can't believe it worked- oh no. Oh no..." he was all over the place, hands pulling through his hair and circling a path of frustration.

Quinn stared confused, Arthur with much the same expression on his face. "What are you on about now Merlin?" he asked.

"The necklace must have brought her here, that's why it wouldn't work for us, there was already someone using it," Merlin said, and suddenly Arthur was looking at her with the intensity of a hunter eyeing it's prey and he closed the distance between them faster than she could even let out a breath of shock.

"What is your name?" he asked, his hands on her shoulders, she winced from the pain and he seemed to have notice because his grip softened and he was suddenly raising her up more than holding her, "Please, what is your name?" he asked, a certain softness in his eyes, or maybe that was just the spots returning.

"Q-Quinn, Quinn Fabray," she said, closing her eyes, very dangerously slipping into sleep, strong arms catching her before she could hit the ground again.

"Well, Quinn Fabray, welcome to Camelot."