Chapter 4

The digital clock on Quinn's nightstand emitted a blaring, deafening whine. Quinn brought her pillow over her head, trying to block out the obnoxious clamor.

Realizing she had no chance at stopping the alarm clock from ringing, she turned over and switched the alarm off, groaning in the process.

Quinn rolled out of bed, dragging herself to the bathroom. Groggy-eyed, she took her undergarments out from their place inside her dresser and tripped on a single tennis shoe lying on the carpet.

"Dammit," Quinn swore. "Who the hell put that there?" She hissed, ignoring the fact that she was the only one who could have possibly left her shoes lying around in her room.

Quinn unenthusiastically turned the hot water on in her bathtub while she undressed, leaving her tank top and panties on the floor next to the tub. She stepped inside, gasping at the temperature of the water as she sank down.

She squeezed some shampoo onto her palm and massaged it into her scalp. She then proceeded to use her sponge to clean the rest of her body.

Quinn closed her eyes, gliding the sponge over the surface of her skin. She slid it past her shoulders, resting at her stomach. And then she remembered the dream.

It was absolutely terrifying. And although she wasn't too fond of Finn, that dream just plunged her dislike for him to a whole other level. The thought of him writhing and sobbing at her expense was definitely an untouchable subject, yet it couldn't help but spark her curiosity.

Her train of thought suddenly wandered to Berry, yet again. She had gotten used to the random occasions when Rachel would pop into her mind. And, unlike the first time it happened when she had almost fainted at the introspection, she had finally admitted to herself that she just might be into her in that way.

She had never considered herself to be straight, or into men at all, for that matter. And she honestly didn't want to bother labeling whatever she was.

All she knew was that as of that moment, all she wanted was Rachel Berry. Period.

Quinn smiled a peaceful smile. If anyone could take her mind off of her immoral thinkings, it was Rachel. Every time she'd appear in her mind, she would forget her malicious thoughts without fail. She was almost like her own personal guardian angel. She smiled. My guardian angel.

Quinn finished cleaning herself up and dried herself off, facing the mirror in front of her. She stood and stared at the formerly-familiar reflection looking back at her, examining it, trying to find a single attribute that she could recognize.

Nothing.

She didn't even know who she was anymore. The person staring back at her in the mirror certainly wasn't Quinn Fabray. It was someone else. Someone much more...sinister.

There had to be a reason why she wasn't feeling like herself anymore. Maybe she was possessed by a demon, or something else of the sinful nature. There just had to be a logical explanation to all those thoughts. Those horrific thoughts that she couldn't seem to stop from running amok in her head.

Rachel would know what to do.

For a moment, Quinn thought she saw a flicker of familiarity. She focused her attention on her eyes, trying to grab a hold of it again. Trying to grasp the only comfort she had left. But it was gone as soon as it came.

Quinn sighed and stepped back into her bedroom.

Her subconscious mind was undoubtedly up to something; she was sure of that.

But the sad thing is, she didn't even care enough to try and stop it.