AN: Okay so I'm wicked happy about all of the alerts and everything that I've gotten for this story :). This chapter includes both realities because I'm still kind of laying down the foundation for the story, after this the realities should split up into different chapters. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 2

"Rachel what are you talking about?" Quinn asked a little sternly.

"Your tattoo!" Rachel exclaimed pointing her finger at the blonde, "This summer you dyed your hair a garish shade of pink, pierced your nose and got a ridiculous tattoo of Ryan Seacrest on your back!"

Quinn eyed the brunette before she broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "That... is... the... most... absurd" she paused and took a few deep breaths. "Rachel, you can't be serious. Why on earth would I get a tattoo of Ryan Seacrest of all people?"

"I-I... don't know but you did." Rachel went to lift the back of Quinn's shirt but stopped mid reach. "It was there, you couldn't have possibly gotten it removed already."

Rachel looked at the blonde with an anxious expression.

"Wow you are serious aren't you?" Quinn asked with concern. "Are you feeling all right? You don't have a fever do yo-" She was reaching out to touch the girl's forehead but the brunette dodged her.

"I am perfectly fine Quinn, it's you I'm worried about. First you come to school and hug me in front of everyone, then you tell me you think we've been friends for years, which is just... it's plain untrue! Unless of course you count constant torment and mind games as fun friend bonding activities! And, and you look so happy, if I didn't know any better I'd say you weren't Quinn at all! Just some imposter or something!" Rachel finished her rant and groaned with frustration.

She watched as the blonde turned to the sink, apparently getting lost in deep thought. She could hear Quinn mumbling softly, occasionally catching certain words like 'slushies' and 'missing uniform'. She was having an internal battle over whether she should call 911 or not when the blonde finally turned around.

"Rachel, this is going to sound crazy" she said slowly "But I don't, I don't think I'm... from here."

"Wha-" before Rachel could question her, the bell rang. "Quinn as much as I want to get to the bottom of this, we have to get to class." She gathered her things. "Why don't we meet in the choir room during lunch and figure things out?" She asked as they left the bathroom.

"Yeah that sounds like a good id-"

"Rach!" A voice called down the deserted hallway. "Hey I've been looking for you" Finn said as he caught up to them. He gave Rachel a chaste kiss. "Want me to walk you to class?"

Rachel glanced at the blonde who looked, if possible, even more perplexed. "Sure Finn. Quinn, see you at lunch?"

"Yes, definitely." She replied. She gave a small smile to Finn before disappearing down another corridor.

"What's up with you and Quinn?" Finn asked as they headed to first period.

"Believe me I have no idea."

~Glee~

Rachel spent the rest of the morning worrying about the blonde. She had come to the conclusion that Quinn must have suffered some kind of brain trauma, and her mother had gotten her some kind of speedy tattoo removal. It was the only thing that made sense. She entered the choir room and found that the blonde was already waiting for her.

"I'm glad to see you're here" Rachel said briskly "I've been thinking all morning and I-"

"Made a list of all the wacky stuff that's happened, I know. I made one too" The girl cut her off as she held up a notebook.

Rachel was taken aback, that was exactly what she would do in this situation. "Actually I didn't, I was going to but" she trailed off.

"That's okay I've got this all figured out and I have plenty of evidence to back up my theory." Quinn said matter-of-factly. She patted the chair beside her and opened the notebook. "Okay, have you ever heard of the Multiverse Theory?"

Rachel shook her head.

"Well, it's an idea that there are multiple universes other than the one we live in and all of those universes make up everything in existence."

Rachel didn't know where the blonde was going with this but nodded her understanding.

"I believe that I am from an alternate universe" Quinn said bluntly.

Rachel stared at her. She was willing to believe some pretty far-fetched things, but this? This was a little too strange. "Quinn I don't think-"

"I knew you wouldn't agree but, I can tell that you're not my Rachel." She looked into the brunette's eyes, "And I think that you can tell that I'm not your Quinn."

Although she didn't want to admit it, The blonde did have a point. As she looked into the expressive hazel eyes she could see a shine that wasn't normally there. The blonde's whole demeanor screamed ease and peace while 'Normal Quinn' usually gave off the energy of a prison fence.

"Okay let's just say that you're right. Why are you suddenly in my universe?" she asked.

"That's what I'm unsure about. I thought maybe you could tell me about this universe so that I can blend in until we find a way to get me back home?"

Rachel thought this over. She wasn't entirely sure that she believed Quinn. But she reasoned. If she has some kind of amnesia, trying to remember a fictitious life might bring her back to reality.

"Okay sure. Where do we start?"

"Well, before we do anything you're going to have to tell me where my locker is. I found out that it's not next to yours after my combination didn't work." She chuckled "And then when I used my trusty nail file to break into it I found a bunch of crap that would never be mine no matter what universe I was in."

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Quinn observed the girl in front of her for a few moments. "Rachel, what's going on?" she asked.

"I don't know exactly" The brunette replied slowly. "Why don't you get changed and I'll think for a minute."

Normally Quinn would have been angry at being told what to do, by Rachel Berry of all people, but she walked past the changing stalls to where the Cheerios lockers were. She took a deep breath. Okay, if your old combination works then you've officially crossed into the Twilight Zone. She began to turn the dial slowly. What exactly did she want to have happen? Did she want the locker to open? Before she could answer that question, she landed on the final number of her combination. She counted to three in her head and pulled the latch. She let out a breath when the door creaked open.

Quinn stared at the pristine uniform hanging inside the locker. She reached for it slowly, almost as if she couldn't believe it was actually there. She ran her fingers over the thick WMHS letters on the front. The bell signaling first period reminded her that she was, in fact, in school and was supposed to be getting changed.

She closed her locker, not noticing the pictures of a blonde child in various stages of infancy littering the inside.

She felt a rush when she put her uniform on. Sure she was over the Cheerios and popularity, but the confidence and power she felt when covered in polyester made her feel like some kind of super hero. She made her way back to the front of the locker room with her back a little straighter and her high pony tail in place. She was surprised to see Rachel sitting on the bench by the door with her head bent over a notebook.

"Didn't you hear the bell?"

"Of course I did." she said as she looked up. "Mr. Cooper and Miss Krawford will understand us not being in class, I'll just tell them that we were practicing a song for Glee."

Quinn would say that she was confused about Rachel not only skipping class but also lying to their teachers, but, truthfully, she couldn't handle anymore confusion. "Okay"

As she took a seat next to Rachel, the title of the page in the brunette 's notebook caught her eye. "'Other Quinn'? What does that mean?"

"Well... Now, I know this isn't going to sound completely... sane, but." She took a deep breath. "You're not my Quinn."

"Your Quinn? What do you mean 'your' Quinn?"

"Again this is going to sound crazy but, I think you're from another dimension or something."

Okay now I definitely think that I'm in the Twilight Zone. "And you think this because?"

"Quinn, you're completely different! You come to school without your uniform on, you think people will care if we hug, which we do all the time, and I can, I can just tell okay. You had to have noticed some odd things happening today?"

The blonde thought this over. There were a lot of weird things going on today, for one she was sitting in the locker room in a Cheerios uniform skipping class with Rachel Berry. "Alright, let's say I'm not from here. What do we do? How did I get here? Where am I?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "I mean other I... me... doppleganger Quinn"

"Hopefully she's in your universe. As far as how you got here, I have no idea" Rachel said with a frown. "I thought we'd try to sort out the differences between the realities and see if there's anything that would have disrupted the time line. And if that doesn't work... at least you'll be able to blend in a little better here."

"Okay so where do we start?"

Rachel thought for a moment. "It seems that the biggest difference is that we weren't friends in your universe until recently. If there was an event that caused you and Quinn to switch places I'd say it revolves around me and her and you and Rachel."

The blonde rubbed her temples. They hadn't even started yet and she was already getting a headache "I think I need to step outside for a second. Get some fresh air you know? This is kind of a lot to process."

Rachel nodded her head "Of course. I'll keep adding to the list."

Quinn propped open the emergency door that led to the locker room and leaned against the brick wall. She looked around to make sure no one was lurking in this part of the school before she pulled a pack of cigarettes and her lighter from the waist band of her uniform. She had told everyone that she had quit but she kept a pack around for tense situations.

If being tossed into a different reality isn't a reason for a smoke break, then I don't know what is.

"I can't believe I'm believing this." She to herself as she lit up.

What other explanation is there?

I don't know, maybe I hit my head and now I'm unconscious?

And you're creating a fantasy world in which you're a Cheerio and Rachel's best friend?

She took a long pull off of her cigarette and exhaled slowly "Maybe I've just finally gone completely off the deep end." As she took another drag, something caught her eye across campus.

"Is that... is that a new football stadium?"

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Okay so what do you think about chapter two? Like it? Hate it? I feel like maybe this chapter moved a little too quickly but the pace should slow down now that we are going to get into the stories of the different reality. I love to hear what you guys think so please review :)