A/N: I'm really happy so many of you are enjoying this story! I keep reading comparisons to "Just Like Heaven" and I guess you can say the story is similar but I didn't have it in mind when I started writing it. Either way I'm sure you'll spot differences and luckily I know where I'm taking this :)

As always enjoy and I'm looking forward to reading more of your thoughts! (Oh & I apologize for this chapters short length!)

The entire taxi ride back home was a debate as to whether she should even go back or not. After hours of defending her sanity to her mentor she finally left. Now she was standing at her front door dreading the moment when she'd have to walk inside.

With an overwhelming sense of indecision she put the key into the lock and turned it.

Actually opening the door was a whole other story. Eventually she cracked it open and peeked inside.

No sign of Rachel.

Then again it was dark…

She took off her shoes and silently made her way inside using the light from her phone as her only guide.

"This is ridiculous" she mumbled "I feel like a burglar in my own home…"

She tip-toed all the way to her room where she had no other alternative but to turn on the light. Luckily she could control the luminosity and left it dim.

Silently setting her things down, she grabbed her iPod and a book to pass some time. If there were any creaks or taps she didn't want to hear them.

It worked. She didn't hear any creaks and she didn't hear any taps but she couldn't avoid hearing the knocks on her bedroom door.

Her body froze. She didn't want to move, or even breathe for that matter.

"I know you're in there Quinn…" Rachel declared "…Look at first I was scared too but I've been thinking about it and this is actually a good thing…"

"You were sc…You were scared!" she scoffed "I'm terrified; just go away or I-I'll call the cops"

"Now that wouldn't be a very good idea"

"And why not?"

"Because… you're probably the one they'd end up arresting…" she paused "actually they'd most likely throw you into some psychiatric ward but if that's what you want be my guest"

Damn it.

She could hear Rachel snickering through the door.

"Listen I don't know what you want or what you…are but…"

"If you'd just give me a chance to explain…"

"I don't want you to explain I just want you to leave"

A wave of guilt flashed through Quinn as the last words escaped her mouth. She'd been expecting some sort of protest but instead heard nothing.

The guilt faded and was soon replaced by relief.

How else was she supposed to react? Anyone else would've thought they were going crazy (and for a while there she did)… but now she could just go on with life as she knew it. She'd been a good sport right?

But, just to be on the safe side she decided to wait an hour or so before continuing on with her night. That way she could make sure that everything was indeed back to normal.

After a sufficient amount of time went by she set down her book and headed for the shower. She'd been desperate to get out of her day clothes, clean off, and go to bed. Once she finished she wrapped her towel around herself and headed for her dresser.

"You feeling better now?"

Startled, Quinn spun around and backed into the open drawer of her dresser, her reaction earning a similar one from Rachel.

"What are you doing in here!" she gasped

"Well it's not like you left me any other choice! I'm trying to be as civil as possible but you're making it incredibly hard"

Quinn dashed to the other side of the room; it'd been a miracle her towel hadn't slipped off.

"I'm not going to hurt you"

"This is just a dream" she began pacing "one very long, very messed up dream…"

She looked at Rachel who was still standing in the same spot

"I'm going to sleep now…"She made her way back to the drawer that her body had bumped against. Pulled out some shorts, a shirt, glanced at Rachel once again, and bolted for the restroom.

By the time she got back Rachel was sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Where did you get this?"

Quinn looked up and saw her holding up the bracelet Brittany had handed her.

"My friend gave it to me"

"Where did she find it?"

"I don't know…"

"It all makes sense now" Rachel said to herself "It all makes sense now!" she squealed jumping up cheerily

"Why don't you enlighten me?" Quinn asked her. She passed by Rachel and scooted into bed warily. Avoiding the mysterious girl like the plague, making sure there was a substantial distance between them.

"This is why you can see me! It's because you have my bracelet!"

"Oh, of course! Why didn't I think of that?" Quinn asked sarcastically "I bring a bracelet home with me and it's only natural that along with it comes a… whatever you are"

"Although I don't appreciate you're tone I'm very well versed in defense mechanisms and so that enables me to see past yours"

"Right…as fun as this is… I'm going to sleep and by tomorrow everything will be back to the way it was" She threw her blanket over herself and closed her eyes

"You know what fine, you go to sleep and we can talk about this in the morning"

With that Rachel was gone.

Quinn kept her eyes shut; silently repeating "It's just a dream."

"Quinn, wake up"

The blonde could feel her body being rocked side to side. Her eyes felt like bricks. She could hardly recall what time she dozed off.

"Quinn!"

She sat right up. "What?"

"We need to go!"

"Go where?"

"Just get dressed and I'll tell you when you're ready"

"What time is it?"

"That's not important"

Quinn glanced at the clock

"6? I don't think so; I'm going back to bed"

She squished her face against her pillow but it wasn't very long until she started feeling herself get nudged.

"Wh…" She jumped off her bed "How are you touching me! I thought…"

"Just get ready and I promise we can talk about whatever you want once we're done"

More confused than ever Quinn reluctantly got ready. Rachel waited in the living room and ushered her out the door as soon as she came into view.

They were outside, both motionless.

"Don't just stand there, hail down a taxi" Rachel told her

Quinn obliged, luckily for them one stopped fairly quick.

"Where too?" the driver asked as they both made their way into the backseat

"Um…Where are we going?"

They guy looked at her skeptically through his rearview mirror

"I don't know lady you're the one who…"

"No not…"

Rachel interrupted, "Green-wood Cemetery"

"Green-wood Cemetery?" Quinn repeated but had it come out more as a question

"Why are we going to Green-wood?" she whispered to a distracted Rachel

"You'll see"

Quinn noticed the expression on the drivers face. It was enough for her to know he thought she was crazy and to be honest, she couldn't blame him.

The ride was silent for the most part. Occasionally Rachel would say something that she'd need to respond too earning her more quizzical looks. They finally got to their destination and Quinn couldn't have felt more relived. She handed the driver what she owed him and got out.

Rachel skipped away out of sight.

The grounds were serene and true to the name. Quinn tried to spot the brunette but was out of luck. She navigated her way along the paths, past mausoleums, until she approached a chapel and saw Rachel standing a few feet away.

"What're you doing?" Quinn asked

She followed Rachel's gaze and landed at a granite headstone

Rachel Barbara Berry

December 18th, 1994-December 26th 2014

Beloved Daughter & Friend

A Rising Star

"T-That's you…"

"…Actually that's a headstone, I'm…" she pointed toward the ground

"So it's true…? Everything Dr. Mays told me?"

Rachel nodded; "Quinn, I need your help…"