Hello. To those of you who have read some of my other stories, this one is quite different. It's kind of strange, but i'm hoping some of you may find it funny and entertaining. This first chapter is quite short, but hopefully they will become increasingly longer. Thoughts are welcome!

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Quinn awoke and slowly lifted her eyelids, taking in her surroundings. She was in a bed, in a bedroom, but neither of them were her own. Pushing the covers away and sitting up, she groaned as she felt her head pounding. How much did I have to drink last night? she wondered. Finally she realized where she was. Rachel's room. What the hell am I doing here?

Last night Rachel had thrown what seemed to be turning into an annual Glee club party in her basement. Quinn had been excited about it, or at least more excited than she was the year before. She and Rachel were kind of friends now. Kind of. They still clashed at times, but Quinn was beginning to realize they had more in common than she ever thought, and usually she enjoyed the tiny brunette's company. She was having a good time at the party, and maybe drinking a little bit more than she should, but she didn't think she had enough to warrant memory loss.

"Rachel?" Quinn called out sleepily. No answer. Now that she thought about it, she had a feeling she and Rachel may have been having some sort of disagreement the night before, but she couldn't quite remember.

Maybe she really had passed out here, and the vague memory she had of arriving home was just a dream. It was quite curious though, she had to admit. She and Rachel were friends, yes, but good enough friends to be sharing a bed? Quinn sure didn't think so. And where the hell was Rachel anyway?

Quinn winced as her headache grew worse. What she needed was some Tylenol and a nice hot shower. Rachel must have been downstairs, and Quinn figured she wouldn't mind if she used her shower. Still groggy, she stumbled into the bathroom and removed her nightgown. Rachel's nightgown. Things were starting to get weird. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Quinn started the shower and then stepped inside, letting the warm water soothe her aching head and wake her up.

A few moments later Quinn was out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel. She was beginning to feel better, though something still felt off and she couldn't quite figure out what it was... She noticed a pink brush sitting on the sink and decided Rachel wouldn't mind if she used it. As she began to run the brush through her hair, she wiped away some of the fog from the mirror with her free hand. Catching a glimpse of her reflection, her jaw dropped and the brush fell to the floor. Frantically she began wiping at the mirror with both hands, letting the towel drop at her feet. Surely her eyes must be deceiving her. Staring back at her from the mirror was none other than Rachel Berry. A very naked Rachel Berry, which made her feel quite uncomfortable.

Without even really thinking, Quinn picked up the towel and hurriedly covered herself. Her mind was racing as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She was sure her eyes had to be playing tricks on her, but the more she looked into the mirror, the more she started to believe what she was seeing. She was Quinn, but inside Rachel's body. But that's not possible, she told herself. Oh God, i've lost my mind. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to calm herself.

"Think Quinn, think. There has to be some sort of logical explanation." She paced the bathroom in her towel, unsure of what to do. Then it hit her.

"Rachel!" She had to find out where Rachel was. No sooner had the thought come to her mind when she heard "Funny Girl" playing from the bedroom. She rushed out of the bathroom in search of the source of the music. Finally she found Rachel's cell phone to see an incoming call from Quinn Fabray. Biting her lip, she answered with a shaky "hello".

"Quinn?" Came the voice on the other end. She recognized it as her own voice. "I think we're in trouble."