A/N: Sooo.. Lots of drama this chapter. I thought it would help establish their characters better if we got to look at the not so cute and bubble memories too. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 4

Quinn could feel her heart beating like crazy inside her chest as her body pressed against the tiny brunette. I wonder if she can feel how fast my heart is beating?..I really hope not. "Quinn?"

The blonde's stomach flipped nervously and her breath hitched as she leaned back a little and stared down into a set of chocolate eyes. She blinked slowly and bit her lip before darting her eyes down to a pair of soft lips. What I wouldn't give just to feel those lips against mine.. Oh wait.. They're moving..

"Uh.. Hmm?" The cheerleader choked out inarticulately after shaking her head a little to clear her mind. The diva tilted her head to the side and her brow furrowed a little before she let out a little chuckle.

"I asked if you recognized where we are" Rachel started pulling back, brushing her fingers across her sides before dropping them and giving the blonde a questioning stare. Quinn shivered imperceptibly before taking a deep breath. I feel like I have a brain block when she's this close..

"I.. Uhhh.." The cheerio looked to her left and then her right feeling her stomach plummet even further with every sight. Please don't be where I think we are. "Oh god"

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed in question when she noticed the panicked look on the taller girl's face. "What?.. What is it Quinn?"

"No no no.. I never wanted you to see this.." God.. Please be a good day.. Please. All the color drained from the cheerio's face as a familiar bell sounded through the empty halls and echoed off the lines of lockers.

"What the.." The brunette squeaked when her arm was nearly ripped from its socket as the blonde darted into an empty room and pulled her along behind. "Owww.." Quinn shot her an apologetic look before peeking her head out the door. "Are you going to tell me where we are now?"

The cheerleader gulped slightly as she glanced over her shoulder at the fiery brunette. The girl stood with both hands on her hips and a glare on her face that made her feel about three inches tall. And strangely aroused.. But lets not think about that..

"We're at my junior high" She mumbled simply before focusing her attention back on the now bustling hallway. The little diva grumbled before stepping up beside the tall girl to peek her head out the door too.

"And you call me dramatic" The brunette mumbled under her breath. "Acting like a frickin crazy person" Quinn rolled her eyes and glanced over at the brunette. "What?.. You are.."

"Make way for S.S. Fabray" A boy's voice rang out through the hallway making Quinn's breathing pick up slightly. Do not hyperventilate.. Do not..

"Yeah.. Better get out of the way before she squashes us all under her fat ass" Another, equally as snotty, voice followed. Rachel's eyebrow's scrunched together in confusion as she heard the young kid's laughing before they parted and a younger, chunkier version of Quinn Fabray stalked through the crowd.

Rachel glanced briefly over at the girl standing beside her. Her breath was coming in short pants and her eyes were shiny with tears, and her focus was completely on the unfolding scene in front of her. Wanting to give some form of comfort to the taller girl, she slowly slipped her hand into hers before turning back to watch what was happening.

"Incoming.. Lucy Caboosey on the move.. I thought I felt the ground shaking" This time a young girl's voice was heard followed by snickers from the crowd. Rachel watched as the younger Quinn hung her head in shame before walking a little faster, no doubt trying to get away from all the torture.

The blonde's breath hitched and she squeezed Rachel's hand tightly. She knew what was about to happen, and she was sure it wouldn't be any prettier the second time around. I can still feel the pain..

"You're such a loser Lucy" A push into the lockers followed by more raucous laughter. But the younger Quinn just walked a little faster towards the exit where she knew her Dad would be waiting to pick her up.

"Ewww.." A girl cried in disgust before giving her another shove, this time into the water fountain. Rachel could feel the anger bubbling in her chest as she watched the younger Quinn force her tears away and dart towards the door.

"Quinn.." Rachel whispered as she felt the blonde beside her tense considerably. She could tell from the ragged breathing that the taller girl was holding back tears. She glanced quickly back to the scene to see the younger version of the cheerleader about to escape when a cocky boy stepped out beside her and put his foot in front of the fleeing girl.

Quinn's eyes squeezed shut and a few tears leaked out as she remembered the feeling. The feeling of relief that washed through her at the fact that she was almost free from the torture, followed by complete dread as she felt her body lurch forward through the door and towards the stairs.

She could hear the mocking laughter pounding in her ear drums as her body was completely out of control. The scream that she let out echoed in her mind as she watched the whole thing unfolding right before her eyes, this time from a different perspective.

Except that it wasn't happening like it did the first time. Her eyes widened when she realized the brunette that was standing beside her had somehow slipped her hand out of hers and darted across the hallway without her noticing.

Quinn watched as the boy stuck his foot out and the younger version of herself pushed towards the door obliviously. But in the next instant the boy was gone and she was escaping out the door unharmed. The blonde closed her eyes and gasped as memories flashed through her mind, things changing little by little until she couldn't separate what had happened before and what had changed about it.

"Are you okay?" She heard a timid voice ask making her eyes snap open. She looked down at the tiny diva who was standing in front of her slightly out of breath. She changed it.. She changed my past..

The cheerleader nodded mutely before bringing her arm up between them to inspect it. Rachel gave her a confused look. "Its gone" She whispered in amazement. "The scar is gone"

Although she could still feel the crunching and ripping pain in her arm from falling down the stairs, the bone pushing through the skin, making her black out from the pain. She could still see the disappointed and doubtful looks from her parents when she lied and told them she had accidentally tripped going down the stairs. But there was no scar.. and there was a memory of no pain.. No cast.. No surgery.

"What scar?" The diva's voice pushed her out of her reverie and she couldn't stop the gigantic smile that slipped onto her face. Rachel looked confused for a few seconds and then gasped as the blonde flung herself into her arms.

"You're amazing" Quinn whispered against the girls neck. She felt a little shudder rip through the brunette's body before she wrapped her arms around her back. It feels so good in her arms.. "Thank you Rach"

The cheerio bit her lip as the arms around her back tightened a little, and she could have sworn she felt a pair of lips brush against her cheek lightly. "You're welcome" Was whispered against the shell of her ear as the world went black and all the air left the now empty hallway.

"You should come with us Rach" A familiar voice pleaded as the couple blinked away the blurriness and looked around. Quinn gasped and pulled the tiny diva behind a nearby bush when she saw that they were in plain sight of the two girls lounging beside the pool.

"I can't Brit.." The younger Rachel replied halfheartedly before pushing her sunglasses up on her face. Quinn glanced down at the little brunette who was still wrapped up in her arms and gulped when she found a set of chocolate eyes staring up at her.

The shorter girl gave her a shy smile that made her stomach flip nervously before pulling her body away to turn towards the scene. Quinn frowned sadly as her body started to feel the coldness of missing Rachel. I've got it bad..

"Summer before eighth grade" The shorter girl mumbled absentmindedly before slipping her hand into the cheerleader's. The blonde smiled and squeezed her hand lightly before focusing on what was happening.

"Why not Rach? ..It'll be fun" The lanky blonde gave her best puppy dog pout to the girl beside her. The younger Rachel rolled her eyes and adjusted her bikini top.

"Spending three weeks with Santana Lopez is not my idea of fun Brit" The brunette replied with a little grumble. "And its a cheer leading camp.. I don't even want to be a cheerleader"

"Santana's not that bad Rachel" The blonde replied back with a frown. "You just need to get to know her"

The diva sighed before turning her head towards the blonde. "She hates me" The ditzy blonde's face fell a little bit. "I'm not going Brit.. Just drop it okay?"

"Rachel sweetie.. A friend of yours is here to see you" A short bespectacled man said as he stepped out onto the patio. A shorter, tanner version of Santana Lopez stepped out behind him with her best ass kissing smile on.

"Thank you Mr. Berry" The Latina girl said before stepping past him and making her way towards the sun bathing pair; A blonde that looked ecstatic, and a brunette that looked like she might vomit at any second.

"Of course honey" The short man replied before smiling at his daughter and then stepping back into the house.

"What are you doing here Santana?" The younger Rachel questioned as she pushed herself up to stand in front of the girl. She glared at the cocky smirk the girl was sending in her direction.

"I'm here to get Brittany" She drawled lazily as the bubbly blonde hopped up to stand beside them with a smile. "What did I tell you about hanging out with her Brits?"

The blonde looked confused for a second when the Latina turned her pointed stare. "She's my best friend San"

"She's a loser" The girl spat before looking back at a now seething Rachel. "Always has been and always will be"

"You can leave now" Rachel hissed back, trying to keep her anger in check as she shot daggers at the girl with her eyes.

"Sure" The girl shot her another smirk before looking at the blonde. "C'mon Brit"

"But.."

"Brittany don't go" The brunette pleaded as she grabbed a hold of taller girls wrist. Brittany hesitated for a second and shot an apologetic look at her.

"Let her go man hands" The Latina growled before stepping forward and pushing the smaller girl in the chest forcefully. A panicked look crossed the younger Rachel's face as her body fell backwards into the pool with a splash.

"Rachel!" The blonde squealed in surprise and started towards the pool only to be pulled back by the arm.

"Leave her.." The blonde looked torn, her eyes darting between the two girls before finally taking a step away from the pool.

"I'm sorry Rachel" She whispered before turning and walking away with a cackling Latina hot on her heels. The brunette's chin trembled as she pushed herself up out of the pool before she grabbed her towel and darted into the house, hot tears streaming down her face as she went.

Quinn eyed the girl next to her warily before giving her hand a squeeze. "You were friends with Brittany?" She asked making the shorter girl's eyes shoot up to hers. She gave an imperceptible nod and swallowed thickly.

"Best friends" She replied shakily. "She's the only real friend I've ever had" The blonde's stomach clenched guiltily at the admission. I'm mostly the reason for that..

The diva looked over at the taller girl and gave her a half smile before she took a deep breath a released it. "I'm sorry.." Quinn whispered as she laced their fingers together. She heard the shorter girl's breath hitch in response.

"Its okay" The brunette said, making the blonde wonder if she was meaning it was okay and that she forgave her for all the bullying, or it was okay that she was holding her hand. Either way the blonde's stomach was fluttering nervously as everything faded to black around them once again.