What I could never tell you

Chapter 7

"Judy?" Russell seems relieved and rushes towards her but stopped when he notices she immediately stands and backs away

"What are you doing here?" her tone is cautious almost like she is talking to something that might attack her at any moment, many of the other group members around them are curious to her reaction but wish to see what was to happen next so no one says a word

"I saw the whole thing on the news; several people recorded the incident on their phones or something and sold the footage to different news stations apparently." He explained "Why wasn't I contacted when this happened?"

"You weren't contacted because you have no right to be here" her tone wasn't cold but it was far from kind, it amazed many of the group how much her tone matched Quinn's or rather how much Quinn's tone matched hers.

"I'm her father, what do you mean I have no right to be here?" he raised his volume and many of the boys stood and looked about ready to attack, Russell saw this and took a deep breath to calm himself trying to keep his anger inside., the others relaxed as well and sat back down.

"Please Judy, I know I've hurt you both in the past and I won't say that I have changed because I know you won't believe me, but my daughter is lying in a hospital bed right now and I had to find out through a news story. All I want is to know that she is ok"

Some people around were slightly moved by his speech but Judy who use to be able to read him like a book could tell something was up, he had a look in his eye that she saw a lot of before she discovered his tattooed lover, so she kept her cold and distant mood "she is in a coma, she has a few scratches, but they won't know of any brain damage until she wakes up, ok their now you know about as much as we do, now go!"

He looked relieved but ignored Judy's demand "I want to see her!" he continued

"No" now her tone was harsh, having apparently reached her limit of stress and patience involving him, she turned and began walking away, but didn't get far as Russell reached forward and grabbed her by her upper arm pulling her back to him now having her by both arms.

This is about the time security (apparently this hospital needed a good bit) stepped in and grabbed Russell making him let go of Judy, he was immediately and forcibly removed whilst he screamed profanities, he promised to be back with help, though no one knew exactly what he meant by that.

"You ok?" Mike asked her as he was first to tear his eyes away from watching Russell struggling to get back into the hospital, she nodded that she way and they both continued to watch.

Dr. Jefferson walked in as Russell drove away angrily, his voice bringing back many people's attention "Someone you know?" he asked knowing there was always one crazy person any visiting group

"Unfortunately" someone spoke though he couldn't point out whom.

He clapped his hands trying to lessen the tension whoever just left caused (he didn't know) "Alright people visiting hours are almost over and as much fun as it is to sleep in a chair I think the lot of you would be more comfortable in your own beds so I'd advise calling someone to come and pick you all up since there is nothing we can do until your little Blondie wakes up, huh?"

They all nodded and pulled out their cell phones to call their respective parents and the doctor turned to Judy.

"We will call you if anything changes"

"Thank you" she said and on that note he left.

Roughly an hour later many cars pulled up to pick up the teens, well most anyway as Kurt and Mercedes decided to have a sleep over of sorts at Mercedes houses, Santana and Brittany had a similar idea and went to Brittany's house. Thanks to Judy the teachers had a ride back to school as well.

Rachel was the last one to be picked up but kindly the teachers had stayed until her dads came to pick her up, she waved back to others in thanks as she got in her Daddy's car.

Her dads didn't ask too many questions which she was thankful for, but she did fill them in on the basics, including her own 'scratch' as she called it and asked for permission to go see Quinn the next day, which they granted.

The rest of the ride was filled with Rachel's favorite Broadway songs as her fathers could see she had a long day and they knew their daughter well enough that only one thing could make her feel better and that was show tunes though to be honest looking in the rearview mirror it didn't seem to have an effect.

At home Rachel decided to turn in as it was almost 10, and told her dads this kissing them both on the cheek and disappearing into her room. But not before taking the pain medicine assigned to her.

"I'm worried about her Leroy" Hiram spoke when Rachel was out of ear shot, "I know so am I she just doesn't seem like herself." Hiram nodded in agreement

"I think we should go talk to her" Hiram decided and headed toward the stairs leading up to Rachel's room but his husband stepped in his way

"There is nothing we can do about it until she decides to talk to us; she has always come to us with the truth in time and has never been able to keep a secret, that's your genes there by the way" they shared a laugh after Hiram shoved Leroy away but Hiram still didn't look convinced "Eventually she will need our advice, as she always has, and seek us out, just give it time" Hiram agreed reluctantly and both men decided to head to bed as well, with a last look toward Rachel's room.

Up in Rachel's room she was working on her nightly ritual, well kind of in all honesty she didn't really feel like doing it so she did about half of it before giving up and just heading to bed.

Sleep did eventually come to her and at first it was a dreamless sleep, until a light began to shine in her eyes 'well that didn't last long' she internally thought 'maybe I took longer to fall asleep than I assumed'. Either way it was morning (as far as she could tell) she did have school unfortunately.

She began to stretch and rub the sleep out of her eyes, opening them a few times to test how bad the light would hurt but she immediately stopped when she got a quick glance at the room and noticed that nothing was familiar to her.

She sat up and noticed the room was painted like a forest green and nothing looked the same, but she could tell this was defiantly her room as a lot of Broadway posters, pictures of her and her friends, and gold stars were still here and there, however some of the posters she didn't recognize at all and in some of the pictures that were close enough, besides herself, she couldn't identify many of the other people.

Before she could contemplate the room or anything else any further, on her night stand her phone began to buzz apparently it was an indication of a text, she reached over and grabbed her phone, luckily for her it wasn't locked with a passcode. Instantly her messages came up and the new message was from Santana, out of reflex her head titled to the side,

Santana: Hay Rach were going to be over at 11 better have your short ass up.

Now Rachel knew something was up there was no way that Santana would ever text her let alone come over to her house or even call her 'Rach', she began laughing thinking this was some kind of trick her mind was playing on her (it kind of was) but something stopped her, in small text in between messages it displayed the date which was the same month and a day ahead of when she fell asleep the only difference was the year,

The full date read: December 9, 2031 just about 20 year jump in time, her head began spinning she couldn't believe what she had just seen. She flew out of her bed and raced toward the bathroom or rather which way she thought the bathroom was.

Eventually after a couple of tries she did find the bathroom, and discovered she was in an apartment, but more importantly she found a mirror which was what she was really after, her face looked almost exactly like Shelby's, she was definitely older but thanks to her strict nightly regiment had few wrinkles, though that hardly amounted to anything hugely important at this point. She ran her hands through her hair stressing out like never before.

Time passed and Rachel chose to accept whatever happened, well kind of she was still freaking a bit inside, but despite all that she had decided to look around the or rather her apartment, she figured that if she was where she was she was going to be here, at the least find out what happened in the last 20 years.

In her wandering she found out that she was living in a two bedroom apartment, although the second room was apparently some kind of office/award and achievement room, she discovered that the did actually achieve her goal of EGOT (Emmy, Oscar, Grammy, Tony) in fact she had several of each along with other awards like MTV's, VMA's, and even a Drama desk. She was also in several magazines which she knew because she had them framed.

Outside her window was the most fantastic view of New York (she would know it anywhere), photo albums gave her a further glimpse into her life, it was organized into categories (another clue that this was her life): senior year, college, friends, fans, dressing room, trailer, and recording studio. She nearly burst out into tears with happiness she had achieved everything she had ever dreamed of since she was a little girl, and by the looks of the job offers and projects on her desk she was still achieving that dream.

"Friends' was the album she was currently on and she was pleased to find out that she stayed in contact with every member from the New Directions, along with new friends that she acquired in college and at her work, she even had a picture of her and Barbra Streisand, it was a lot more friends than she ever expected (if she was being honest with herself).

The only thing that kept puzzling her was that Quinn was missing from many of the photos; actually she was missing from all the photos and she thought that maybe something happened that Quinn quit speaking to her, but she recalled she wasn't even in any of their senior year pictures either.

Pictures in the last of her 'friend' album stopped about midway, she was about to close the book when she noticed something that looked like a piece of newspaper sticking out from somewhere within the last pages 50 pages or so. Quickly she flipped to the back in search of where whatever the newspaper thing was a part of; there were more pictures but she didn't look at them and backtracked until she got to the first of the pages and saw in black calligraphy 'In memory of Quinn Fabray' her heart nearly stops and she doesn't want to believe her eyes.

P.S this does not become a future fiction