A/N: Cassicio - I have a feeling this chapter won't make that decision much easier.

I Don't Sleep I Dream

"You looking to dig my dreams,

Be prepared for anything,

You come into my little scene."


Rachel had been desperately trying to make sense of Friday night all weekend and still now as she walked the hallway to her locker, she remained in a preoccupied daze. How had she been walking home from her singing lesson one minute and the next thing she remembered was waking up on the harsh pavement of a dank alley covered in blood with rips in her clothing? Everything was black and hazy and the only image, still shrouded in smoke, was Quinn. Quinn Fabray had something to do with this. All weekend she tried to figure out what happened to her and how Quinn was involved. Somehow she knew Quinn hadn't hurt her, in fact she had an undeniable feeling that Quinn had somehow saved her.

Quinn stood peering into her open locker. She didn't need anything—she could remember her class timetable for the last 50 years—but today, after what happened, Quinn didn't feel like making meaningless conversation with the Cheerio's or turning up to class early and drawing attention to herself. So she was just standing, pretending not to know what she needed while the student body passed by remaining oblivious to what she was.

Turning the corner into Quinn's hall, Rachel saw her. She had to ask if she knew anything about what had happened and why her head was swimming with images of Quinn all weekend. "Quinn?" Rachel began softly. Quinn moved in closer to her locker inspecting her nails hoping Rachel would think she hadn't heard and leave her alone. "Quinn? I need to talk to you about something," Rachel repeated now standing closer.

"What is it Rachel? Because I'm pretty sure Santana already told you those shoes are ugly." Taken aback by Quinn's outburst Rachel stepped backwards. "I just. I wanted to ask you what you did on Friday night."

Fuck fuck fuck. She remembers seeing me. "Not a lot. Went jogging with my brother outside of town. Why?" Quinn asked tentatively.

"I thought I, well I'm not sure. I just thought I maybe saw you. And something weird happened. And I don't know. I thought maybe you saw what happened." Quinn watched Rachel, feeling her pain and her uncertainty whilst trying to maintain her bitch stare. It would be better for Rachel in the long run, Quinn had told herself. She loved Rachel, but she couldn't involve her in her world and her family. It just wasn't safe so as much as it sucked to inflict pain on the person she cared so much about, Quinn had sworn to protect Rachel from everything - even herself.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Rachel. Maybe you should see someone about that. Alcohol could really damage your future career."

"I didn't... I don't drink. I don't know what happened. I just remember seeing and almost sensing you were there. Everything is just such a blur." Rachel was picking at her nail cuticles and looking down. Quinn's heart was breaking seeing how anxious and distressed she was. Quinn wanted so badly to hold her and take away her pain but she couldn't reveal herself. What if she couldn't trust Rachel to keep her secret? What if Rachel became terrified of her and she had to leave town and never see her again?

In an attempt to soothe her, Quinn began to push calm and content emotions without realising she had pushed the same sensation to Rachel in panic when she'd begun to wake up on the night of the accident. Rachel visibly relaxed. Her hands fell to her sides and her shoulders rolled back upright. A hint of a smile crept on her face and it melted Quinn. Suddenly the smile fell, deep brown eyes shooting to meet hazel.

"You. I felt like this before. Exactly like this. It was really sudden. Made me feel so calm and happy, but how?" Rachel began to reach out for Quinn's arm, noticing Quinn flinched away but not before delicate fingers brushed against her icy cold skin. "Oh my god! What the hell?" Rachel retracted her hand into her chest shocked. "How are you so cold?" Rachel continued to stare into Quinn's eyes desperately searching them for answers.

"I remember it was cold on Friday. I thought it was the ground but it felt like the cold was holding me, protecting me."

Terrified by how much Rachel could remember just from such brief conversation, Quinn quickly interrupted.

"You are seriously crazy. Stay away from me. You need some serious help. Clinical help. I have to get to class." Quinn reached out and grasped the book she needed, closing her locker without even a glance before turning and swiftly losing herself in the sea of hurried students. Rachel was left frozen in place, a perplexed look on her face as she tried to process the new flashes of memory illuminated by the brief encounter.


Quinn avoided Rachel for the next few days only falling under a few puzzled glances in class. Skipping Glee club under the guise of extra Cheerio's leadership training and sitting out in her car during lunch. She made it to Friday before another encounter with the smaller girl.

The halls were quiet; Fridays usually meant everyone couldn't wait to get out of school and home for the weekend. Assuming Rachel would have somewhere to be, Quinn stopped by her locker to grab a folder after practice.
Rachel had cancelled her singing lesson, too scared to travel home in the dark, deciding to do some practice after school instead and leave to drive home while it was still light. After the previous Friday every noise made her jump, a car door slamming, the sound of footsteps. She couldn't even focus on the things she loved, startled by the shadows in the large auditorium. Just as she was about to leave she realised she had chemistry homework due on Monday and left her notes in her locker. She'd been so distracted recently, plagued by trying to decipher the events of the previous week, forgetting things and leaving things all over the place. Even her dads noticed she was barely eating and was choosing to do her schoolwork on the kitchen island so she could be near familiar voices and the safety of her fathers. Her eyes were sullen with lack of sleep and turbulent dreams, always awakening with nightmares of large foul smelling men attacking her in the dark. Rachel paced down the corridor quickly, wanting to get her notes and get to the safety of her car to get home as fast as possible. Rachel saw Quinn, as on Monday, with her blonde head in her locker and a Cheerio's kit bag dumped at her feet. Seeing a chance to ask Quinn more questions in private this time, Rachel quickly hurried to her side.

"You saved me didn't you?" This direct question caused the blonde to turn quickly. Quinn decided to just play dumb and plaster a faux look of confusion on her face.

"I remember I was in pain and then you were there. You saved me. I know you did I just don't know how" Rachel continued, finally giving a voice to the suspicions that had been snowballing all week. "I keep thinking about you, how I know nothing about you from before you transferred here."

"I can't talk about it Rachel. You wouldn't understand." Quinn could tell the girl was desperate; it made her want to ease Rachel's fear so badly.

"Please Quinn. I don't understand this now. Who are you? What happened to me? I couldn't sleep all weekend; I had a splitting headache, but my mind just wouldn't be quiet, it was racing."

"Rachel I can't. I don't know what you want from me." Rachel's distress was starting to get to Quinn. What could she do? Telling Rachel the truth wasn't an option but watching the girl she loved self implode would tear Quinn apart.

"Just tell me the truth Quinn. What's going on? Since last Friday I keep thinking about you and I don't know why, the feeling that you can help me is so overwhelming it's lead me to this; confronting you in the corridor begging for answers."

"Rachel stop it. Just stop. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Quinn I think I do know what I'm talking about this time. I was covered in blood. I feel like I can remember dying, like I was drifting away but you caught me and fixed it. I felt so connected to you this last week, like you were watching over me even when you weren't around, like a part of you was still with me."

Quinn was frozen. Rachel had almost pieced it together. It had been a matter of time but the only other choice was letting the girl before her die to the hands of some disgusting brute. Any hope of throwing Rachel off suspecting her was long gone. Perhaps if she could be cruel and cold, Rachel wouldn't want to be around her to figure out either of her deepest secrets. That she was a vampire and that she was desperately in love with Rachel.

"Rachel, stay away from me. You'll be safer that way." Quinn was unsure how Rachel would take the warning or if it would only confirm her suspicions further.

"Quinn you make me feel safe. Whenever I see you I feel like I can breathe, like maybe whatever happened to me was just a bad nightmare and you are waking me up and it's not real."

"Rachel no. You don't know me. I'm not a good person." Quinn frantically tried to process what was going on and what to say to Rachel. She just needed more time to fix this.

"You are! I can tell. I can see it in your eyes; how you look at me." Rachel's eyes bore into her pleadingly.

Quinn realised she wasn't even hiding her feelings for Rachel; this couldn't be going much worse. If she couldn't convince Rachel she hadn't been the one to save her perhaps there was still hope she wouldn't realise how she felt about the girl. Putting on her best bitch glare, Quinn stared down into the searching eyes.

"How about no?" Quinn spoke through gritted teeth. She straightened her posture and clenched her jaw before bending to pick up the bag at her feet, slinging it over her shoulder. She turned to slam shut her locker and walk briskly towards the glass double doors.

"Quinn wait. Please?" a small voice called out to her, it felt like a knife being sunk deep in her chest abandoning her. Only the thought that she was doing this for Rachel's own good to protect her, allowed her to keep her resolve until she could get to her car and drive until the school, and Rachel were out of sight, even if permanently in her mind.