A/N: So last chapter was short and it sucked. Let's try chapter 2.

Yes.

In case you didn't know Quinn can see the future. Yeah.

I do not own glee.

Quinn spent her morning as she normally did. Math. Calculus to be more specific. As much as she hated the subject she couldn't help but love the class. Rachel was there. Everything in her mind told her to stop staring and get over her. But everything in her heart screamed to hold on, that she was different.

"Uh, Rachel?" Quinn asked as the teacher wrapped up the days lesson.

"Yeah, Quinn?" Rachel said brightly as she usually did.

"I don't really understand what he went over today. Could you help me out with a few homework problems? Please?" She had to admit pretending she didn't understand math was lame and pathetic and a tad desperate. But wasn't that what she was when it came to Rachel?

"Sure. What do you need help with?" Rachel said scooting closer.

"Uhm, all of it." Quinn said sheepishly.

"Okay," Rachel said as she started talking through the problems with her. Quinn was barely paying attention to what she was saying. She was just quietly and very discretely watching her. She smiled as Rachel's hand gently brushed against her arm as she was reaching for Quinn's notes. The accidental touch sent sparks flying through her system. Quinn loved it. Rachel was the only one able to make her feel that way. And it was unfair.

It was unfair that she couldn't reach out and grab her hand. Confess all her feelings and just be together. It wasn't fair that she may never find someone. All because of that stupid rule her and Kurt made when they first found out about each other. It upset her now that she found Rachel. It made her angry. Almost to the point of tears. And she couldn't do anything about it, it was infuriati-

Flames. Quinn's head snapped up and her eyes closed. Kurt. He was engulfed in them. His face. Unreadable. Was he in pain? Quinn couldn't tell. Someone else stood behind the wall of flames Kurt was trapped in. He was unfamiliar to her. His face was also unreadable. Was that a look of evil…or lust?

"Quinn?" She heard a voice calling. It seemed so small and distant. Suddenly her head snapped to the right where Rachel was sitting. "Are you alright? You kind of zoned out there."

"What?" Quinn said quietly. Her head was still reeling with the vision. She shook her head trying to get the images out of her mind, "I-I have to go. Sorry," and with that she bolted out the door right as the bell rang.

She hurried down the halls to the French room. She had to tell Kurt about her vision. She stopped suddenly in the middle of the hall in front of the French room. Kurt was walking out the door toward her but her eyes were fixed on the boy talking to the teacher. Black hair, hazel eyes. It was him.

"Hey, something wrong?" Kurt asked as he reached Quinn. She didn't answer right away. She was too distracted. She couldn't rip her gaze from the boy standing in the room. The one she had seen in her premonition. The one that might hurt Kurt.

"What? Nothing. Everything is fine." She lied. Looking back quickly at him as they started walking away from the room. She would wait to tell Kurt. She had to figure this one out on her own.

~oOo~

Rachel walked swiftly out to the black SUV in the parking lot after school. She quickly slipped into the passenger seat and closed the door with a soft click.

"How was your first day?" She asked looking over at the driver smiling.

"Boring." Blaine said monotone as he pulled out of the school.

"Really? Why?"

"No one interesting here." he said with a shrug.

"There are a few people that might surprise you, Blaine." Rachel said giving him a hopeful look, "And as your big sister I'm obligated to show you who they are."

Blaine sighed, "You don't understand. I don't want to meet people. Meeting people leads to getting close to people. And getting close to people never ends well. Especially with us. That why I'm at McKinley now." He looked at her and the added, "That's why you're alone right now."

"Blaine! I am not alone. I have friends." She looked offended.

"Not at all what I meant"

"Well…I have Quinn," she said quietly.

"Ahh yes and how is that working for you?" He scoffed.

"We're friends. We hang out sometimes. It's a work in progress." she said innocently.

"And what's going to happen when she finds out you're not who you say you are?"

"I don't have to tell her anything." she said her voice almost a whisper.

"Yeah, well good luck with that. Don't come crying to me when that ends badly." he said dryly. He didn't understand his sisters optimism. They were different. Normal people didn't have the ability to conjure fire or freeze time. And normal people didn't take kindly to those who possessed those abilities.

"God, why do you always have to look at the negative side of things?" Rachel said getting annoyed at this point.

"Because if I didn't I'd probably explode. And not in a good way," his face was hard. No emotion showing. Yet somehow Rachel could always see through the mask.

"What is your problem? You've never been this distant before." She said, her voice laced with concerned.

"I'm fine. Besides I wouldn't tell you even if I wanted too."

"Fine." Rachel said a little tone of annoyance in her voice. And with that they drove the rest of the way home in silence.

Truth was Rachel would never understand his "problem". She had a harmless power. She could stop time. Not destroy things. That's all Blaine was good for. He hated dwelling on the fact. And he hated not talking about it, but he knew he couldn't. The only person he had to talk to was Rachel, and he hated talking to her. People wouldn't understand if they knew about him. Therefore making friends wasn't an option for him.

He laid in bed that night thinking things through. Thinking about what Rachel said, thinking about his new school and whether or not he wanted to go back. Thinking about how he lied about not wanting friends. How he had found maybe one interesting person at school. A certain blue eyed French student. He then thought about his old school and what getting close to people really meant. He wanted to just forget everything.

His last thought as he drifted to sleep was a cool pair of icy blue eyes.