The Midnight Hour
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and Persona 3.
Authors Note: This story is based on the storyline of Persona 3 a JRPG; it will closely follow the script only deviating in detail as well as romantic interest/added scenes. I hope that you all enjoy it still.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: M
Chapter 1
The Dark Hour Approaches
4/6/09 – Japan
Time never waits.
It delivers all equally to the same end.
You, who wish to safeguard the future,
However limited it may be…
You will be given one year;
Go forth without falter,
With your heart as your guide…
Today will be my first day in the new city, a new high school, and a new beginning. Already dressed in my school uniform, which consists of a white blouse with a pink button down oversized coat, a red tie around my neck, a short black skirt which reaches well above my knees, knee-high socks, flats, and a pink headband, I head into the train.
My knuckles turn white as I grip hard onto the handrail in the train, I have never been off on my own and I find myself growing exceedingly nervous. I am headed to my dormitory in order to get signed in and registered a room, classes start soon. As we pull up to the station I await a chance to file out of the train after the initial crowd of people, being a petite woman I do not wish to get trampled, and then finally I make my way out to the station. The first thing that I notice is just how late it has gotten, darkness surrounds me aside from the lights, and with a glanced toward the clock I take note that it is nearly midnight.
Walking the expanse of stairs I made my way out onto the street. The city is beautiful, the air perfectly chill, the moon large and full hanging over head as if held up on strings, providing light to the street. At the center of the city there is a giant clock that towers far above my head. My large brown eyes fixate on the clock as the hand strikes midnight.
Suddenly the lights in the tall city buildings all turned off, glancing up I watched as the street light above my head flickered letting off a buzzing noise before simmering down and dying. I was entirely shrouded in darkness and I was terrified. The only light that aided in my vision of the city was the large moon that remained hanging over my head, only it had changed to an ominous shade of green. I could feel the evil radiating from its light, now thoroughly convinced that it would fall and crush us all, although I knew it was not physically possible.
What I saw next caused my heart to pound violently against my ribcage, staring down the city street, lit up in a soft green light, I witnessed coffins where there had once been humans walking. I had had many nightmares that were similar to this, but this seemed beyond real. Forcing myself to breath I held my head up confidently and made my way toward my dormitory. The lights appeared to be on; walking the steps to the large front doors I cautiously pulled them open and made my way inside the building.
Immediately after entering I was approached by a young man. He looked more like an apparition. Large blue eyes, practically glowing. His skin a ghostly white, and his outfit hung from his slender body, a gray and white striped pair of what appeared to be pajamas. The way that he looked at me, was almost looking through me. His eyes lacked any pupils at all.
"You're late." He spoke in a high pitched voice. A haunting voice. His words confused me, yet I found them oddly familiar. "I've been waiting a long time for you."
His words further perplex me as I stare at him through long lashes, eyebrows knit together in confusion, biting down on my full bottom lip. Who was he, what was I late for? Lifting one of his dainty slender hands, he snapped his fingers. Suddenly a red notebook appeared on the check in desk to the right of us. My head snapped toward it, before glancing back into those suffocating blue pools.
"Now, if you want to proceed, please sign your name there."
"What is it?" I inquired, shuffling my feet together.
"It's a contract." He must have noticed the worry that crossed my face because he quickly elaborated. This was all too strange for me. "Don't worry; all that it says is that you will accept full responsibility for your actions. You know, the usual stuff."
Moving toward the contract I read through it thoroughly, it did appear to contain what I assumed any dormitory contract would, so lifting my pen I proceeded to sign the contract. Making certain to add a star to the end of my name. Stars were after all a metaphor for me one day achieving stardom. Smiling proudly at my signature I lifted the contract carrying it toward the young man, who had continued to stare at me the entire time.
Chuckling eerily he said. "No one can escape time. It delivers us all to the same end. You cannot plug your ears and cover your eyes." With that he took the contract from me and I watched in wonderment with large brown eyes as it once again disappeared in thin air. This had to be a mere dream correct? This was impossible.
"Excuse me, but what exactly do you mean by that?" I tried, but he ignored my question.
"And so it begins." He stated in a high-pitched sing song voice and with that he too disappeared. I blinked my eyes a few times to affirm that he was indeed gone.
Suddenly in my peripheral vision I spotted a young woman, I did not have enough time to notice many details though, as I watched her pull out a pistol. Screaming I attempted to duck, fearing that the young woman would attempt to shoot me. My friends had warned me against the dangers of the big city and going off alone to follow my dreams, but I would have never expected to die on my first night away.
"Santana, wait!" Someone growled out, a female by the sound of her voice. It was a beautiful yet intimidating voice.
Peeking through my fingers I glanced across the room at the two women. I noticed that the woman who was still holding the gun in a shaking hand appeared to have rather dark skin, beautiful eyes, and dark hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing a similar uniform to me.
Yet, the woman who really caught my attention was the blonde standing beside her. I allowed my eyes to wander her form appreciatively, she was perfect. Every detail on her appeared to have been chiseled from a god himself, from her blemish free porcelain skin, her high cheekbones, beautiful shoulder length blonde hair, and her perfect posture, to her long legs and delightful form. She was stunning and I could not contain my staring. Still, as she entered the room I was jolted from my gawking as she spoke.
"I didn't think that you would arrive so late."
Quickly I stood to my feet wiping off my skirt in hopes to redeem my initial presentation. "I apologize for my late arrival, I am usually quite punctual, I just seem to have lost track of time."
Her face did not show any emotion as she introduced herself, it was nearly terrifying. It was also intriguing to me. "My name is Quinn Fabray. I am one of the students who live in this dorm."
"Who's the hobbit?" The other woman questioned after disarming herself. I watched her closely as she walked toward me, realizing that both of the women were quite taller than I myself.
"She's a transfer student." Quinn said with a glance of hazel eyes toward the other woman who did not look happy in the least. It appeared that she did not want anything to do with me. For the most part I was alright with this, although I did truly wish to make friends at the new school. When the blonde returned her attention to me I smiled brightly catching her eyes with my own. "This is Santana Lopez. She will be a junior this spring, just like you."
The Latina appeared uncomfortable as I glanced toward her. "…Hey."
"Hello there Santana, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Uh yeah… Nice ta meet you too."
"It's getting late, you should get some rest." The authoritative blonde informed, quickly taking control of the conversation again. "Your room is on the second floor, at the end of the hallway. Your things should already be there." As she finished her statement she nodded in Santana's direction.
"Oh, guess I'll show you the way midget." She rolled her eyes starting to walk toward the staircase. Realizing that I was not following her, she glanced over her shoulder catching my gaze. "Come on! I don't got all night."
Turning to Quinn I smiled brightly and nodded at her. "I bid you a good evening and I wish you the best of dreams, hopefully I will get to speak with you more tomorrow Miss Fabray." I said in a polite tone, hoping that I would not be too wordy or overbearing as I was often told that I was. She did not appear to smile but I could have sworn I saw a glimmer of something behind hazel eyes; it was more than likely my imagination though. Hastily I caught up with the other woman, making my way up the stairs after her.
We walked in complete silence until reaching the doorway to the room that I presumed would be mine. I had paid close attention to the directions not wanting to forget my way at a future date.
"This is it, pretty easy to remember, huh?"
"Yes, it is convenient to be located at the end of the hallway, although I doubt that I would have forgotten—"
"—anyway, don't lose your key, or you'll never hear the end of it. Any questions?" She interrupted me and I realized that this young woman was definitely one who dealt with any and all issues using hostility. Chewing on my full bottom lip, eyebrows knit together in thought, I tried to think of anything I should possibly ask about. Suddenly I recalled the oddity I encountered upon my arrival.
"Yes, actually, although I am certain it is merely standard procedure, I am curious about what exactly that contract I signed was for?"
"Huh? What contract?" Her voice held genuine confusion and this baffled me even further. Had she not also had to sign a dormitory contract? She should have, to reside in these quarters.
"The dormitory contract." When she still looked confused I pressed on in a more detailed manner. "There was a young man, with strange blue eyes if I do say so myself, he presented me with a contract upon my arrival. I was curious as to what I had signed."
"I didn't have to sign a contract when I got here. What did the guy look like?"
Now even further perplexed I answered. "Well, he was certainly a strange young man, he had short hair and piercing blue eyes, he was wearing striped pajamas and spoke in a sing song high-pitched voice. Does he live here perhaps?"
"No, I've never seen anyone like that 'round here. What are you talkin' about?" Her voice shook with something, was that fear?
"I am most certain that he was a young man, with a red contract—"
"—C'mon, this aint funny."
Sensing that she was genuinely worried I stopped the interrogation and persistence, perhaps she simply did not know who I was speaking about. "Very well I will stop; I apologize for my persistence on the matter I just found it quite odd is all. I am certain he was merely a resident at the dorm that you have not been acquainted with."
"Yeah, probably." For a moment she appeared uncertain as if she really wanted to ask me something. I patiently waited. "Um, can I ask you somethin'?"
"Most certainly." Smiling brightly I nodded.
"Well, on your way to the dorms from the station." Pausing brown eyes glanced away from mine hesitantly. "Was everything, like—okay?"
Internally I was debating; honestly I did not know how well I could trust the Latina. She did not appear to like me all too much and she may think me crazy if I tell her the truth. It did sound absurd after all. Instead I decided to dodge the question in hopes to understand why she had asked. Perhaps she had dealt with similar apparitions. "What do you mean?"
"You know what, I—Never mind. It seems like you're alright, I better get goin'." With that she had turned on her heels and started to walk away from me. Biting down on my lip I watched her go wondering what she could have possibly wanted to tell me. Wondering if she could have possibly understood what horror I had sustained. Sighing softly I shook my head and headed into my room.
Entering my bedroom I was shocked to find that my computer and television were already hooked up, my pink suitcases were stacked neatly beside my bed, which was made, and most of my other belongings were placed delicately and arranged. It appeared that Quinn had taken quite a bit of time to organize my things. 'She wasn't organizing your things Rachel… she probably had someone else do it.'
A pout formed on my lips at this realization and with a glance toward the clock I realized just how late it was. Exhausted I fell down on the single bed and looked up at my ceiling, it was boring. Perhaps I would place my full size Barbra Streisand poster over my bed to remain inspired. Closing my eyes I hummed a soft tune as I drifted away into a deep sleep.
4/7/09 – Japan
I was startled from my slumber by a knocking sound at my door. One who was used to an early morning workout routine I quickly sat up in bed, brown eyes wide and alert, before throwing my covers and climbing out of my bed. Making my way toward my bedroom door in a hurry I twisted the handle opening the door, shocked to see Santana standing in front of me.
"Mornin Berry. Did you sleep alright?"
'It appears that she now knows my name… although it is a bit rude not to address me on a first name basis…' "Yes, I slept delightfully. I truly was exhausted last night." I said before pondering aloud, brows knit together. "What are you doing here, if I may ask?"
"Quinn was all worried about you and such, asked me to take you to school."
A light blush painted my cheeks and I could feel my body grow warm at this admittance. 'Quinn was worried about me heading to school alone? That is so sweet… although it is probably only because of how late I was last night, she probably does not want me to be late to class. Still, that is sweet of her…' "That was sweet of her." I whispered under my breath.
"Yeah, whatevs. It's getting late, so are you ready to go or what?"
After informing her that I needed to get dressed she told me she would wait outside and then escort me to the school. Smiling brightly I nodded and returned to my room in order to put on my uniform. Glancing into the mirror brown eyes looked over my appearance and I grinned, I felt that I looked well enough for my first day. Bangs and hair brushed perfectly, clothing and headband in place. 'Perhaps Quinn will notice my appearance—Rachel, stop thinking this way.'
Rushing back to the door I opened it. "Alright, I am prepared for my first day of classes."
Once again we had chosen to take the train; it appeared that it was the best means of transportation the city had to offer. It was fast and cost efficient whilst also having a stop at nearly every important spot in town. My heart was rapidly beating in my chest and I was finding it a little difficult to breathe, despite my natural confidence, I was still nervous due to it being my first day at the new school. I hoped that everyone would like me. People at my last school did not.
"There it is, our prison for the next year." Santana teased, nodding her head toward the window on the train.
My large brown eyes widened upon seeing the beautiful school, it was towering above all of the other buildings around it. The pathway toward the entrance was made of marble and there were gorgeous trees planted along the edges of the path. I could already tell that it would be more interesting than my last high school. "It is beautiful."
"It's alright I guess." She shrugged, obviously not as interested nor impressed by the learning establishment as I myself.
As the train came to a stop we both walked off of the vehicle. Standing in front of the large gates that protected the building, managed to put into scale just how large it actually was. It was magnificent. Santana laughed a little. "You act like ya' never seen a building before hobbit."
"It is just a little overwhelming is all." I muttered out.
"You're okay from here, right? You should probably go see your homeroom teacher first. Oh and about last night—" She paused and this caught my attention, my eyes catching hers. They held that same worry that they had the previous evening. "—Don't tell anyone what you saw, okay? See ya later." With that she rushed off leaving me stunned by her words. Had she just implied that she too had seen the same apparitions, that she had seen the humans encased in coffins and time freeze?
Trying not to overthink and analyze this newfound data I made my way through the gates, entering the school. The first thing that I noticed was a group of kids crowded around the bulletin board, what appeared to be a small school store, a set of many lockers, and two separate doors that undoubtedly lead to certain classrooms.
Noticing a map I moved toward it allowing my brown eyes to search for the correct direction, seeing the words 'Faculty Office' a full-lipped smile spread across my face and I lifted my head confidently starting off in that direction.
Finding the door labeled 'Faculty Office' I pulled on the handle opening the door and heading inside. Immediately, I was met by a young female instructor. She had red hair and large brown eyes; she did not look over the age of thirty-five. When the instructor looked up at me and smiled I returned the gesture.
"Oh, um. Are you the new student?"
"Yes, I am."
"Rachel Berry, eleventh grade, correct? Wow um, it says here that you have lived in a lot of different places—uh let's see. In 1999, that was what, ten years ago? Your parents—" As she continued to read my records her eyes widened and she quickly looked up at me, obviously feeling terrible. Honestly, it still did hurt me, but I had learnt to suppress it well. I had known and loved my parents but my adoptive parents had been amazing. "I am so sorry, I-I've been so um, so busy, I didn't have time to read this beforehand."
Smiling softly at her concern I tried to ease her. "It is perfectly alright, I have come to terms with what happened ten years ago."
With a forced smile and a look of understanding she introduced herself. "I am Miss Pillsbury, I teach Composition. Welcome to our school."
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Pillsbury, I am very enthused to be attending such a widely proclaimed, and quite beautiful establishment." I said with a bright smile on my face and excitement in my voice. It was true; it had been one of the loveliest schools I had yet to attend.
"Wow, such enthusiasm!" She said with an equally bright smile, I felt accomplished by the fact that I had managed to lift her mood. What I hated more than the actual pain of losing my parents was the overwhelming pity that I seemed to carry along with me throughout life. People always felt inclined to tell me that they were sorry, when I knew that they could not understand. That it was not their fault. "Have you seen the classroom assignments? You're in 2-F; that's my class."
Pausing, she stood from her seated position. "But first, we need to go to the auditorium. The Welcoming Ceremony will be starting soon. Follow me." She waved her hand awkwardly; I noticed that she appeared to have some strange mannerisms.
She lead me to the auditorium where there appeared to be an older, dark skinned man standing at the podium, I assumed that he was the principal of the school. Miss Pillsbury gave me a smile and told me to be seated with my class, so with a nod and a goodbye I headed toward the group of students, taking a seat with them. I stared at the man in the suite awaiting his speech.
Finally as the room settled he began speaking, I noted that he had an accent. "As you begin the new school year, I'd like each of you to remember the proverb, "If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well."
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Looking toward the clock, I realized that homeroom was just about to wrap up. I awaited our dismissal before packing my shoulder bag with my books and homework. Standing to my feet, I started toward the door. A voice halted me in my tracks.
"S'up dude? How's it goin'?"
Not only was I shocked by his usage of the word dude to describe me, I was also shocked by the fact that he had started a conversation with me. I had made no attempt to get to know anyone my first day.
Turning on my heels my brown eyes widened a little as I was met with the sight of what appeared to be a "troublemaker" student. His hair was shaved off on both sides, giving him a popular Mohawk haircut. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull on it and some obscure rock band with backwards letters, which made it difficult to read, tight torn up gray skinny jeans and some converse. 'Who is he and why is he talking to me?'
"Excuse me, but are you speaking to me?" I questioned cautiously.
"Yeah, who else would I be talkin' to?"
"Perhaps I was thrown by the usage of the word dude, which most would associate with a male friend not a friend of the female gender, which I very much am." When he gave me a look of annoyance I quickly continued on with what I wanted to know. "I apologize, that was rude. What is your name?"
"I'm Noah Puckerman, but you can call me puck. Nice to meet ya."
"I am Rachel Berry. Nice to meet you as well, Noah." I purposefully used his first name; I was not a fan of nicknames. Luckily, he did not seem to mind in the least.
Laughing a little he tucked his hands into his jean pockets, and for the first time I wondered why he was not wearing the regulated school uniform. Perhaps it would be stereotyping, but I assumed it went with the "troublemaker" attitude. Against the man and his restrictions, and all. "I transferred here when I was in the eighth grade so I know how tough it is bein' the new kid, building your rep and such. So I just wanted to say "hey."
With a smile I thanked him before noticing Santana out of the corner of my eye. She was approaching us, and she looked a little upset.
"Hey there Santana." He said with a smirk that definitely implied something inappropriate. I blushed softly at the blatant flirting that he was partaking in. "I didn't think we'd be in the same class again; guess I may have to actually come to class."
Santana let out a sigh and rolled her eyes at him. "At it again, huh? I swear, you'll talk to anyone if they'll listen. Did you ever think that you might be bothering Berry?"
"What? But, I was just bein' friendly." Puck defended raising his hands.
"Honestly, he was not bothering me in the slightest." I intervened, earning a grin from the young man and a scowl from the Latina. She truly did not like the thought of him and I conversing, it appeared. Why was she being so protective?
"Yeah, whatevs." She shot him another glare before turning her attention to me. "Anyway, looks like we're in the same homeroom."
"A pleasant coincidence, it should be nice to share homeroom with someone I already have been acquainted with." I flashed her a full-lipped, show smile. It was the truth, I had been worried that I would not make any friends in my dormitory or at my school, and now I had made one who shared both with me.
"Um, hello? Are you forgetting that I'm in this class too? By the way, I heard that you two came to school together this morning. I know that you lean toward lady lovin' San, but what about you Berry, you and San got something going on?"
Trying to force away the blush that covered my cheeks, wide eyes glanced toward the other woman. 'She is interested in women… what if her and Quinn… no. Even if they were together it would not matter, Quinn doesn't like me.'
"I'll take your silence as a yes then." He waggled his eyebrows at me.
"Um, n-no." Honestly, I did not know if I were interested in women, I found them attractive, but I had never dated anyone. I hadn't even had my first kiss, so it was fairly difficult to know for sure.
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Quinn licked her long, slender fingers before flipping the page of her book, hazel eyes once again fixated on the content, reading over it quickly. She excelled in most academics, and she really enjoyed reading. It was fascinating all that you could learn by merely mixing letters of the alphabet. Still, despite her efficient reading-level, she found herself re-reading sentences as her mind wandered to a place that it rarely wandered, a place that she did not wish for it to go.
She found herself thinking about Rachel Berry, the transfer student now staying in the same dormitory as her. Rachel was different than most that she encountered; she wore her heart on her sleeve, her emotions on her face, and had a naturally positive aura. Also when compared to Puck or Santana, her vocabulary was at a much higher level. Aside from all of these strange features, she was also beautiful. Captivating, even.
The blonde had found herself watching the new student numerous times throughout the day. When she passed her in the hallway at school, or witnessed her in the lobby of the dormitory. She was difficult to miss. At least difficult for Quinn to miss.
A soft blush covered her pale high cheekbones, as she thought about the other. That long dark hair that looked undeniably soft, those large brown eyes, long lashes, full lips, naturally tan skin, and those incredibly long toned legs, that were for the most part exposed at all times. Letting out a sigh she tried to force her mind from wandering to inappropriate places, to what it would be like to trail her nails from that perfect knee over those thighs. "Stop it." She ridiculed aloud.
"Talking to yourself?" A voice interrupted her train of thought, and Quinn quickly turned to look at the young man she recognized.
His name was Sam Evans; he was one of the others that was staying at the dormitory, and one of her closest friends. "Of course not." She stated in a monotone voice. Slightly annoyed by his teasing, she hated being teased.
"Whatever you say, I'm going out for a bit." He flashed her a full-lipped lopsided smile before lifting a gloved hand stroking it through his messy blonde hair.
"Hm?" Quinn hummed, curiously.
"Didn't you see the news? There's a lot going on."
Biting down on her bottom lip, hazel eyes glanced around the lobby to make certain no one else was around. Namely, Rachel. When she felt safe she responded in a low raspy voice. "I know. People who had no problems before are suddenly developing acute cases of Apathy Syndrome. I've seen it on the news quite often lately. They say it's due to stress, but—"
"—Yeah, right." Sam laughed humorlessly. "It has to be them."
Quinn let out a soft sigh, catching his green eyes with her own. Worried. "You have a one-track mind. Will you be okay on your own? The Chairman will be here for the next few days, but after that, I can—"
"Don't worry. I'm just getting a little practice." As always his over-confidence was his downfall. Sam had a tendency to think that he was strong enough to handle anything that anyone threw his way, but he was still a human. Time and time again, she had tried to make him see how important his life was, but he continued to be irrational.
As he made his leave Quinn muttered to herself. "This isn't a game, Sam…"
4/8/09 – Japan
As I made my way back toward the dorm, I noticed some girls from my school walking in the same direction. I had chosen to walk today because it had been such a beautiful day and I felt that I had been neglecting my exorcise routine. Ever since arriving at the new city I had not awoken early nor had I taken a jog. It was discouraging, so I had figured a nice walk would do my body good.
A naturally curious person I couldn't help but overhear what the others were talking about.
One girl asked the other. "Did you hear the rumor?"
"Oh, um… something about… a bathroom?"
"N-no! Not that one!" For a moment I furrowed my eyebrows wondering what the "bathroom rumor" consisted of, it sounded intriguing. When the other girl continued with her explanation I listened intently. "I mean the one about the first-year student! Not only did she stop coming to school, she does nothing but sit and stare at the walls all day. If her mother tries to talk to her, she only mutters to herself, "It's coming… It's coming…"
"Huh. How about that."
"You don't believe me?"
That was all I heard as they turned down the opposite street and I reached my dormitory, chewing on my cheeks I tried to make sense of what she had said. Perhaps the young woman was merely insane, but it sounded as if she had been perfectly normal at one point. Climbing the steps to my dorm, I opened the main doors heading inside. My brown eyes immediately fixed on Santana who was sitting in one of the lobby chairs talking with an older looking man with curly hair.
"Oh, she is back." Santana stated, looking up at me. 'They had been waiting for me… who is this man?'
"So, this is our new guest…" He said as both he and the young woman stood up. I was growing more and more uncomfortable by the moment, not to mention slightly fearful.
He smiled at me as he spoke. "Good evening. My name is Will Schuester. I am the Chairman of the Board for your school." I noticed that he seemed to be a genuinely nice individual, so I allowed myself to relax. "Please, have a seat." I followed him to the seating area of the lobby and took a seat across from him and next to Santana.
"I hope that you are growing comfortable at the school and in your new room. Is there anything that you'd like to ask?"
"I am a bit curious as to why you are here?"
"To welcome you, of course." His lips curled at the sides and his eyes shimmered, despite my hesitation it was difficult to remain paranoid about this man. He seemed too nice. "Well, to be honest, I do have other business here. Speaking of which, where's Quinn, Santana?"
As he spoke Quinn's name, my interest grew immensely. I wondered what he could possibly want with the blonde, what could his business with her be?
"She's upstairs." Santana said.
Will laughed, shaking his head. "As diligent as always. Although, it doesn't hurt to come down stairs and say hello." Turning his attention back to me he asked. "Is there anything else?"
I allowed my curiosity to get the best of me and decided to ask him whatever questions I had; honestly I was confused about many things since my arrival at the school. "Who else lives in this dormitory, if I may ask? I would not wish to invade on anyone's privacy; I simply have not seen many other students around, and am merely curious."
"There are only four students in this dorm: You, Santana here, Quinn, and a senior named Sam Evans. I hope you all get along." Nodding I thought over his answer, was it odd to only have four people living in a dormitory. I had heard stories from my older friends back home that they held parties and events in their dorms. This was definitely strange.
"The other night, the night of my arrival, I witnessed strange apparitions—"
"—You saw something strange?" He asked, immediately tensing, which caused my paranoia to return full-force. "Like what? You were probably just tired from your trip, you shouldn't worry about it."
I caught Santana's eyes, and they were very telling. She knew more than she was letting on, Will was hiding something from me. He knew what I saw. Still I did not press any further, when he asked if I had another question I quickly declined. There was honestly no point to further interrogate the man, he would not be telling me the truth anytime in the near future.
With a smile he stood to his feet, nodding. "Then, I hope you have a successful school year. Now, if you'll excuse me. You must be tired from all of the excitement. You should go to bed early. As they say, "The early bird catches the bookworm!" Please forgive my bad pun." He chucked under his breath before making his way toward the stairs. I felt myself grow defensive, knowing that this suspicious man was heading up to talk with Quinn.
"You'll get used to his lame jokes." Santana said with a shrug as she leant back in her chair, obviously feeling more comfortable now that the man was gone.
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Quinn was surrounded by computers, monitors that showed her all areas of the city as well as the dormitory. Her arms crossed over her chest, hazel eyes scanned over each and every one, searching them. Santana was standing behind her and Will to the right side of her, looking over the monitors as well.
"Working hard?"
The blonde nodded, staring at one of the monitors. The monitor that was set up in Rachel's room. It made her feel guilty, invading the young woman's privacy, but it was necessary in order to watch her progress.
"How is she doing?
Quinn never took her eyes off of the sleeping beauty. "She went to bed a little while ago. She's asleep now. Mr. Schuester, do you think that she is—"
"—Well, let's just wait and see for now. The dark hour is approaching."
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Authors Note
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