Here's the special chapter with all the flashbacks from the 5 chapters. I have corrected the dates, thanks to MsCFH for letting me know.

Quinn Flashbacks

April 10, 1912 – few hours before winning the tickets to the Titanic.

Quinn was sitting on a bench near the docks with Noah on her side. Her eyes were closed, she was trying to get some kind of peace. She always loved silence, she was not someone who liked to share her thoughts. She liked to observe the world around her and absorb everything she could.

"You are lost in the clouds up there, don't you Quinn ?" asked Noah.

"I was, before you decided it was okay to talk." she said without opening her eyes.

"Look, I didn't wanted to tell you about all of this, but since B..."

"Don't !," interupted Quinn, " Don't mention her name, please." she said. Noah noticied the crack in her voice, so he stayed quiet. After five minutes Quinn took a deep breath and talked again.

"I always knew she was out there, somewhere with her m...but I never really wanted to knew where she was exactly." Noah was ready to open his mouth again but she stopped him.

"I don't know if I'm ready to see her. It's been three years Noah. Three years. She will not remember us and you know it. So why do you want to see her so badly ?" She asked this time looking at him. Noah's face reflected nothing while he though about his answer. Looking at him this way Quinn knew why she had loved him years ago. He always have been sweet with her, always wanting to get some money and bought her new sheets of paper and pencils for her to draw. He knew how much she loved sitting somewhere at any time of the day or night and draw. Draw everything she could see or imagine. Sometimes it was just a landscape and other times it was people. People she met on the streets or people waiting on the roadside for someone, something. She smiled a little at this memory. Yes, she had loved Noah back that time, and she still cared a lot about him, but now it was just a friendship, a solid friendship. Everything that was once more than this, was now a simple but strong friendship.

"I want to see her because I miss her." he spoke. "Even if I only saw her few hours, I miss her. Everday I ask myself how she is, if she is safe and loved. And even if I know that she is, I can't stop myself for wondering. Like you said it's been three years, and even if I know that you are not ready to see her, but it's been tree years Quinn ! I don't want to go see her without you with me. Because even if you try to denied it to yourself, she's a part of you too. And I know that one day she's gonna ask questions about you, me – us. And I don't want her to think that we didn't cared about her." He chuckled a little and turned his head to look at Quinn.

"Beth is our daughter. We need to see her. You want to, like I do, deep down inside you know it". He got up, reached for his pack of cigarettes and lighted one. They stayed like that for awhile, enjoying the morning sun, the sound of the birds near the docks.

"I know. I want to see her too." whispered Quinn without looking where he was. She knew he had heard her and he was now looking at her. She didn't wanted to meet his gaze. Brown eyes piercing right through her, but never reaching her soul. "So... You said she's in New York. How do we go there without money ?" she asked him meeting his eyes. He smirked like he always used to when he had an idea that could bring them some problems.

"How about a poker ?"

April 10, 1912

"Well girl and boys, moment of truth. Somebody's life's about to change."

Quinn slowly lowered her hands to reveal hercards, thinking of the new life she could start if she could win these tickets. Today, the RMS Titanic was going to set sail on its maiden voyage to New York City. The Titanic was one of the greatest ships of it's time, and it was considered an honor to be a part of the voyage. First class, Middle class, or Third class, it took all. Having said that this was an honor and an opportunity of a lifetime, you can see as to why Quinn and her dear friend Noah were more than anxious to win todays game of poker. The prize was a one way ticket to America. The Titanic was the ship of dreams. Noah was the taller of them all, muscled and he always had a cocky smile on his face. His head was shaved and his eyes were brown almost black.

"What've you got? Noah?"

"Nothing."

"Olaf, you've got squat. And Sven..uh oh. Two pairs. Hmm."

"Noah, I'm sorry.", Quinn seemed upset.

"Did we win anything? Do we have any money? What sorry! Fuck that shi..."

"I'm sorry Noah, you're not going to see your mother for a long time. WE'RE GOING TO AMERICA!"

The two practically leap into each others arms. They have won the game. They have won the tickets. They were going to America. The two other players stare at each other, and the bigger of the men punches the other, causing everyone to take a laugh or two. Quinn and Noah grab their bags as quickly as possible. The Titanic leaves the dock in exactly 5 minutes. Pushing pedestrians, and squeezing past officers, they run up to the ship entrance for lower or third class passengers.

Rachel Flashbacks

April 10, 1912

Around Rachel the people oohed and aahed over the ship. Looking up from under her hat, she said, "I do do not see what all the fuss is about. It does not look any bigger than the Mauretania ."

Finn laughed and said to her. "You can be blasé about some things Rachel, but not about this ship. It is over 100 feet longer than the Mauretania, and so far more luxurious." He turned to help his mother step down from the Renault. "Rachel seems to be far too difficult to impress, Mother."

Carole Hudson laughed and looked at Rachel to silently tell her that she was not pleased with her. Then she looked at the Titanic and said "So this is the ship they say is unsinkable."

"It is unsinkable," Finn declared. "God himself could not sink that ship." Rachel rolled her eyes at this. Finn could be so naive sometimes, and that was for not calling him something else less pleasant.

While they were heading to the ship, Rose couldn't stop thinking about her life. About when she met Finn. It was six months ago when her father, Leroy, was dying from a disease no one knew what it was and who to stop. She remembered the last words her father said to her, "I want you to be happy baby girl. Please, for me be happy and I know Finn Hudson will be the reason of your happiness." Back that day, Rachel didn't knew if it was true, but she wanted to believe in it. She was losing the only man of her life after her mom had abandonned them when she was two years old. She wanted to make her father proud. So she said that she will be happy and that she will marry Finn.

Few hours after those words, her father died with a shadow of a smile playing on his face. It was a painful moment, Rachel was heartbroken. Even worse, she felt like her body was slowly breaking in the inside with all the tears shes cried that night and the next day. Of course Finn have been there for her. He had holded her with his protective arms, and she nearly found some release, some kind of peace. But it have been a lie. That time she believed that she was in love with him, she wanted to. I was some little piece of paradise that she needed to go on with her life, but it was a lie. She lived with the Hudsons until today, the day they were living for New York for their wedding.

When she taught about New York, Rachel only saw big lights, people being happy and living their dreams. Rachel always wanted to be an actress and to sing. She wanted to die on stage while singing. Because she knew that would be the perfect moment to end her life after a long and successful career. But instead of telling her that she could be a star and live her dream, Finn only laughed at her face every time she mentioned it. So after few months she stopped talking about it.

Rachel looked up as the hull of the Titanitc loomed over them, Finn grabbed her arm with a possessive grip. She didn't looked at him, she was already tired of looking at him. She took a deep breath and walked with more confidence on her steps.

The Titanic was the Ship of Dreams like everyone said. For her, it was a slave ship, taking her to America in chains. Outwardly she was everything a well-brought-up girl should be. But inside, Rachel was screaming. And when it came to her voice, Rachel knew she could really scream, loud.

April 10, 1912 – later in their bedroom.

"It smells so brand new!" exclaimed Emma Pillsbury while she was hanging up some of our clothes in the closet. "Like they built it all just for us. I'll be the first one to crawl between the sheets and it will feel so great. " Rachel looked at Emma and smiled a little.

"I know how it will feel to crawl between the sheets tonight, " Finn whispered behind Rachel and put his hands on her shoulders leaning his face to hers. "I'll still be the first." Rachel didn't moved a finger, didn't said a word. She just looked in front of her to the Monet on the wall. The colours where beautiful, a beautiful blue with shades of black.

"The first and only. Forever." continued Finn. She could feel his lips quivering into a smirk, her eyes full of tears lost in the colours. It was not an act of intimacy and love, it was one of possession. A sick possession.

April 10, 1912.

Few hours after being aboard the Titanic, Carole, Finn and Rachel took luncheon in the Palm Court. With them where , the Managing Director of White Star Lines, Mr. Burt Hummel, the Master Shipbuilder or Harlan and Wolf Shipbuilders, and Santana Lopez.

where talking about how the ship was the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history. Rachel just rolled her eyes at that. She was getting really tired of hearing all of this over and over again. She just wanted to be finished with the lunch to get back at her cabin or just take a walk.

Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate, Rachel faked a smile to hide her boredom, she caught Santana Lopez looking at her with a look of curiousity. Rachel was getting uncomfortable under her gaze. Santana was a young and rich woman, she has the same age as Rachel. She was a beautiful woman, Rachel couldn't deny it. But she had such a bad language, that sometimes Rachel couldn't stand her. Or maybe she was jealous of the fact that Santana was a free woman. She could do anything in the world, no one was holding her back. Yes, Rachel was jealous.

The waiter arrived and took their orders. Rachel placed a cigarette into a holder, brought it to her lips and lit it.

"Rachel, you know what I think about you and a cigarrete, so please put this thing down", whispered Carole to her.

"Yes, she knows", replied Finn as he took it from her lips and put it out. He turned to the waiter and said "We will both have the lamb. With a little mint sauce." He only turned to Rachel after the waiter had moved on. "You like lamb, do you not, Honey ?" He didn't really wanted a confirmation from her. He knew Rachel didn't liked meat, but he didn't care. She turned to him and faked a smile, again. He knew she was pretending, and it was getting on his nerves.

Santana must have sensed Rachel's frustration that she was trying to hide, so she spoke "You gonna cut her meat for her there too, Finn ?". He glared at her, but she just smiled at him. Rachel knew she was moking him and obviously Finn never liked when a woman was trying to put him down.

To cut the tention in the room, Carole asked "Who thought of the name Titanic ? Was it you Burt ?" Burt smiled warmly at her his eyes shining a little. He was so proud of his 'baby'.

"Hm, yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury and above all, strenght."

Rachel looked at him with a hint of amusement "Do you know of , Mr. Hummel ?" she asked. "His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you." Santana nearly choked on her breadstick, suppresing laughter. They exchanged a smile. Finn's mother was not verry happy. She narrowed her eyes. "What has gotten into you ?" she quietly demanded. Rachel only answer to her was excusing herself and stalking away. She could hear 'Mother' apologizing for her, but she kept walking. She needed to get out of here or she might explode. "She's a pistol, Finn. Hope you kin handle hear." That was Santana comment, and she couldd't help but smile at this.

She walked out the Palm Court and reached the railing. Staring out at the ocean she couldn't help but wondering why her life was so false. Some people may be dreaming of being rich and having a nice husband. But Rachel only wanted to be free, free to live her dreams and meet someone her heart would fall in love with.

She sighed and unpinned her hat. She closed her eyes for a minute, just to feel. But feeling what ? The wind, yes, but it was not enough. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the Third Class Promenade. Something catched her attention. The piercing stare of a young woman. A face of an angel with a long blond hair. She couldn't bring her self to stop looking into her eyes. She wanted to get closer, to jump out on the E Deck and look closely into those eyes. It was like she wanted to drown herself into them.

The woman was still staring at her. Her clothes where not the clothes of a lady. No dress, no hat, no heels. Instead she was wearing a brown pair of pants, a white shirt slithly open that Rachel couldn't miss the exposed cleavage, and a pair of boots. She was so beautiful that Rachel didn't minded the clothes. There was something appealing, like calling her to reach. Rachel wanted to smile at her, but something interupted her, Finn.

He called her from behind, few inches apart from her. He seemed upset. When his voice raised, Rachel leaved the railling and followed him. While walking and cursing mentaly her futur husband, Rachel couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on her back, following her until she was out of sight.

Quinn Flasbacks

They finally found their room, and put their bags down, they shake hands to the two guys who were gonna share the room with them. Tommy seemed to have near 28 years old, tall but not that much compared to Noah. His eyes were brown and he had curly short ginger hair. After talking awhile with him, the three friends decided to take a look around upper deck.

There are a lot of first class women aboard the ship. Beautiful women. There are so many, but Quinn has her eyes on but only one. The one in the yellow dress and broad hat, trying to look so sophisticated and interested in this massive, new boat. She was one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. And Quinn has seen a lot of girls. As she stared at this absolutely gorgeous woman, Noah and Tommy, quickly snapped her out of her trance.

"Oh boy, Quinn got her eyes on one of the fine folk, ain't she?", chuckled Tommy.

Quinn continued to stare at the girl. She was leaning over the upper deck railing.

"The one in the yellow, uh? You better quit before you get started, Quinn. You know you'll never get with one of their kind." reassured Tommy.

Quinn looks down. She couldn't help but stare at her beauty. When she started to look again, she caught her. The girl looked her straight in the eyes. She then stepped away from the balcony and walked away joining a tall man with a black suit and dark brown hair who was waiting for her. Quinn highly doubted she'd ever see her again. Quinn and her friends spent the rest of the day getting used to the ship and learning their way around.

But Quinn couldn't stop thinking about the girl.

2 am, April 11, 1912

Even on the third class everyone was talking about the Titanic. How the majestuous and strong ship would take them all to New York. Quinn was tired of hearing them talk about it. So she escaped the third class and walked till the first class floor. She didn't cared if someone saw her, she just wanted to be alone and look at the stars. She walked, her boots doing a little noise on the wood floor. Quinn never wanted to dress all girly with a dress that would only be making her the impression that she couldn't breathe. But it didn't meant that she never dressed like a woman, she had few times, for special occasions, but she was more confortable with a pair of pants, a shirt and her brown boots.

She dropped herself into the farrest bench on the deck and looked at the nightsky. It was beautiful, she could see the stars like when she was a kid. Her dad used to take her to go fishing into the ice and whenthe came they always took the time to watch the stars. Her dad, Russell Fabray, used to tell her stories about what he had see around the world. He used to be really passionate about what he was saying, until his wife died and Russell just lost himself into alcohol.

Quinn was 14 when it happened the first time. She came home from school and saw her father on the floor near the sofa. At first she thought he was dead, so she rushed to him and dropped on her knees calling his name. When he woke up he looked so lost, so out of himself and when he landed his eyes on the crying figure of Quinn he got mad. He slapped her. For the first time in 13 years, Russell Fabray slapped her child for no reason. He got mad at her and Quinn didn't knew why he was so mad at her. When he reached to grab her arm she quickly got up and runned to her room. She cried herself to sleep that night. She said to herself that it was a one time only. But two days later, he slapped her again. Quinn never saw her father with so much anger. She knew he was heartbroken so the first year she let him beat her. After a year when he didn't had landed a hand on her for almost two months Quinn thought that he had finally realised that he was doing something bad. But she was wrong. She got her hopes hight to only be crushed again.

That time it was worse, he had slapped her so many times that she had started to bleed from her nose and her left ear. When he finally stopped he took his keys and skipped the front door leaving Quinn a crying mess on the floor. After one hour of crying, she got to her room, and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew that her father loved her, but she couldn't shake the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. That weird feeling telling her that one day Russell was going to go to far and kill her. She felt sick thinking about that, she was now 14 years old and she was way too much young to die. She wanted to blame her mother, at first she had, but now she only blamed her father and her self for letting this go that far. She washed her face with some hot water and took a decision. She put some clothes on a bag, took her coat and left without looking at what she was was leaving behind.

Shaking her head slightly, Quinn looked at the stars above her ant took a deep breath. She closed her eyes to feel the wind slowly caressing her face. She started humming a song she loved and knew by heart. 'Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes...' she heard footsteps of someone running on the deck approaching, but she didn't moved. Whoever it was, she didn't cared.

The Titanic was the Ship of Dreams like everyone said. For her, it was only a ship, taking her to America to see her daughter. Outwardly she was wearing the 'i-don't-care-and-it-doesn't-move-me' attitude. But inside, Quinn was feeling too much. And when it came to her feelings, Quinn knew it could be dangerous. For her.

Rachel Flashbacks

April 10 - 11, 1912 – the night after the dinner.

That evening, at the dinner, Rachel saw her life as if she had already lived it. An endless parade of clowns pretending that they cared about the person next to them. Parties. Fake smiles. Cotillions. Money. Champagne. Cigars. Caviar. Always the same people, the mindless chatter, over and over again. She felt like standing at the edge of a precipice with no one to reach her and pull her back. No one. Only fake people not looking at her, into her.

That night, she was standing in the middle of her room, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She was just there and suddenly, her control shattered. With a primal and anguished cry, she reached her claw and ripped off her pearl necklace, which explosed across the room. She tore at herself, her clothes, her hair, and then she attacked the room. Everything that was on her dresser was throwed against the wall.

Spinning around, Rachel went out onto the deck. Breathing with ferocity, at first she was walking, but then her legs started to take control of her own body. Running, tears flooding her cheeks and sobbing. She ran, trying to run away from everything. From Finn, from Carole, from the death of Daddy, from her life. Yes, she was trying to escape her life.

Upset and angry, no, furious ! Emotions making her tremble she passed the other people, who glared at her, wondering why she looked so crazy. So out of her mind. Yes, she was out of her mind, out of herself. She wanted to be free. Escaping her shackles to finally reach freedom.

Clattering up the stairs to the stern deck, running across the dark night. Out of air and trying to suppress her sobs, she slammed against the base of the stern flagpole and stayed there. Her hands clung there, shacking with adrenaline. Staring out at the black water, she knew what she wanted to do. Yes, she knew. It was the only way to be free.

Climbing over the railing and holding her long dress way up, she moved methodically. She turned her body and hooked the heels of her slippers on the white gunwale. Her back against the railing, she was painting, the adrenaline still running in her veins. She faced the blackness in front of her. She couldn't even see the line seperating the water from the sky, in the horizon.

Her arms straightened, she looked down hypnotized, into the water below her. The wind into her hair and dress, she could feel the ship's movements. The only sound she could hear was her heart starting to slowing down. She felt so calm. Almost like she was on the edge of falling asleep. Maybe this was what peace felt like.

She looked down again, preparing to let go and finally gain her freedom, joining the stars. Few feets away from where she stood, someone shouted.

"Don't do it!"