JUDY AND RACHEL, JANUARY 2012.

"It's difficult to explain Mrs.-" Rachel was cut off by Judy clearing her throat and raised her eyebrow in correction. "Excuse me, Judy."

Judy nodded with a warm smile at the brunette's blush and nodded for Rachel to continue.

"It's difficult to explain. I'm not jealous or at least I think I'm not. It's just.. Quinn and I have had a difficult past and now after all that. We have finally found common ground. I can honestly say I've never had a friend like Quinn before. Granted, I've never really had friends to begin with but nonetheless I still feel so lucky and honored that she considers me to be one of her best friends and is never shy to show it. She doesn't hide the fact that we're friends or ditches me because some one more fun comes along bidding for her attention. She's.. She's.." Rachel searched for a word to describe Quinn but the only words that came to mind were beautiful, stunning, charming, funny, loving, strong, dominating, erotic, desirable, sexy, etc. but she knew she couldn't say that to Judy.

Judy could clearly see the-in love-trance Rachel had fallen under as the brunette's mind filled with nothing but Quinn.

The brunette looked awe struck and Judy could not even begin to express how happy that made her that her daughter has found someone like Rachel.

"She is amazing." Judy cut in because Rachel briefly seemed like she forgot Judy was there as her moony eyes glazed over.

Rachel shook her head as she flushed in embarrassment. "Yes! S-She is, which is why I don't blame Finn for pursuing her once more."

"Is that what this is about?"

"Yes and no, I know I shouldn't be worried because Quinn has not given me a reason to doubt her but I'm worried that when she gets together with Finn. She'll choose him over our friendship and I've grown so accustomed to having her around that I d-"

"Rachel, dear, Breathe." Judy cut in grabbing the brunette's flailing hands.

Rachel was on the verge of shrieking out her fears or pass out from not breathing while talking if Judy didn't stop her.

"I'm so sorry."

"Honey, it's okay. I understand but I want you to know something."

"Yes?

"Quinn would never ever pick anyone over you."

"How do you know."

"It's simple."

Just before Judy could open her mouth and finally give Rachel the truth she had been so eager to give the brunette so her daughter could finally get the girl, her phone rang stopping her.

Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have answered but with the situation of Leroy and Britney's disappearance she had to.

She pulled her phone from her purse as she apologized to an understanding Rachel.

Judy furrowed her brow in confusion at the name on the caller I.D.

Than an unsettling feeling washed over her and her heart began to pound. She answered it lifting her phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Judy, it's Kevin." The voice said in a rush.

The next words that fell from his mouth rocked Judy to her core.

QUINN JANUARY 2012.

Quinn stood before the prone form of her father.

Watched as the last remaining droplets of blood seeped from his wounds.

Quinn was surrounded by blood at her feet, lots and lots of blood. Russell's blood.

Quinn's eyes were unfocused before they weren't as one tear slid down her cheek.

Than another than another before she knew what was happening she was crying.

Her fathers pale face with wide blank but somehow still haunting eyes hit her square in the chest.

"Daddy.." Quinn croaked out. "Da-Daddy?..." Quinn croaked out as she stepped forward.

With every step she took her mind became confused until what was before her started to become obvious. Her body began to tremble. She lifted her shaking hands to him.

"Da-Daddy?! Daddy?! Wa-Wake up! WAKE UP! DADDY, WAKE UP!" Quinn shouted so loud and strained, her face turned red as her veins in her neck bulged.

The blonde fell to her knees. She began crawling across the blood until she was next to his face. Cupping it and hugging it to herself.

"DAADDDYYYYYY! NOOOOO! I'M SOOOORRRRYYYY!"

Quinn was screaming so loud and so mentally lost she didn't see the lone shocked figure behind her. The man standing behind her with wide disbelieving eyes.

Tom Sillman.

Tom shook his head and felt bile rise to his throat.

He covered his mouth and ran up the stairs as fast as he could.

He reached the outside just in time to puke his guts out.

He coughed and choked, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head to rid his mind of the dead corpse hanging upside down in only his boxers.

Tom fumbled with trembling hands as he took his cellphone out and dialed 911.

"Lima police, what's your emergency?"

"Help! Help she killed him! She killed him! Oh god!"

March 18th 2018. RACHEL, SANTANA, AND SHELBY.

It has been four hours since Frannie's death and Shelby still hasn't stopped crying.

Santana was also silently crying in a corner as far away from Shelby as she could.

Rachel grit her teeth. This wasn't suppose to happen.

They were suppose to wait and now thanks to Santana.

Frannie's dead and if Rachel didn't get them out of there soon, they would be too.

"Alright, we can't stay here any longer. We have to leave." Rachel spoke.

Santana refused to make eye contact and though Shelby was still whimpering she nodded her understanding.

"Okay, so first we have to get you both changed. I found the locker room earlier and their are bound to be clothes in there. So I need to go-"

"No!" Shelby spoke out as she shook her head and stumbled to her feet than gripping Rachel's arms.

"Shelb-"

"No, Rachel, please. I just lost Frannie. I can't lose you too. I can't lose you Rachel. I know you don't believe me but I love you so much and I can barely keep it together now and if I lost you too, especially you. I don't know what I'd do."

"Shelby, what happened to Frannie was a mistake. An accident that had this been a different situation that never would have occurred but if I don't get us out of here soon. We will all die. I have to and I am asking you please, both of you, please stay put."

Rachel said her last words aimed at Santana. Santana nodded but her eyes were still downcast. Rachel felt like this time Santana would stay put.

JUDY, RACHEL, AND HIRAM. JANUARY 2012.

Hiram drove with shaky hands and broke every law imaginable. Judy was in tears and so was his daughter.

Judy just received a call about thirty minutes ago that Quinn was being arrested. Arrested for the murder of her father.

Hiram couldn't believe it. Quinn. Quinn who saved his life. The same Quinn who has feelings for his baby girl. The same girl that spent Hanukkah with them killed her own father. Oh Moses, where was Leroy when he needed him?!

"There! Right there, Daddy stop!" Rachel yelled startling him from his thoughts.

Hiram's eyes widened at all the police. The entire road was blocked off.

He pulled to a stop and all three of them fought with their seatbelts to get out of the car.

"Rachel wait!" Hiram called out but his daughter ignored him as she ran and in a move he'd never expect his daughter to pull amazed him.

The officer tried to stop her but Rachel used her small stature to dodge him and than faked to his left slipping pass him and sprinting through the long row of corn field.

Rachel's heart thudded madly in her chest as she ran.

She had no idea where she was running but she could feel her. Quinn. Her Quinn.

She could feel her in the distance and before she knew it she came to a clearing and the sight that greeted her made her eyes well.

Just as she cleared the field Quinn was being escorted out in hand cuffs and Rachel sobbed at the sight of her covered in blood.

"Somebody stop her!" An officer called but again Rachel slipped pass another officer. Her only goal was to get to Quinn.

Rachel didn't care that Quinn was covered in blood.

She ran straight to Quinn and dodged another cop closer to the shack than leaped as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and cried.

"Quinn.." Rachel whimpered as she pulled back to cup the blonde's face trying to get her attention.

The officers began trying to remove her but Rachel shoved them off.

"Let her be!" An officer called out as he walked up with a shocked Hiram and crying Judy. Rachel cupped Quinn's face once more.

"Quinn, please! Please look at me!" Rachel tried but Quinn's eyes were vacant and cold.

Everyone but Rachel had some form of fear dwelling somewhere within them at just how dead and hollow Quinn's stare was.

She was giving off a sinister vibe that had the entire group of officers feeling uncomfortable with her presence.

"Please.." Rachel whimpered out not sure what she was asking for anymore.

"Quinn, I love you! I love you!" Rachel repeatedly cried.

She couldn't get her brain to mouth filter to work. That's all she could say 'I love you..'

Finally Quinn looked at her and her eyes cleared a little with recognition. Rachel's lips trembled at the sight.

A slow genuine smile crossed Quinn's lips and though the situation made it completely inappropriate Rachel's knees went weak at it's beauty.

"I did it, Rachel." Quinn said with triumphant low croak.

"What?" Rachel asked with slight confusion.

"They're safe now."

"Who?"

"They're safe and I'm safe and you're dads.. and our.. our baby.." Quinn whispered as her tears welled at the mention of it.

Quinn's smile was blooming beautifully with the promise of safety. "Our baby's safe now, Rachel.. It will live this time"

Rachel was completely confused now. They didn't have a baby and later when the fog cleared for Quinn and she's sentenced to three life times in prison with no chance of parole.

Quinn would realize that she and Rachel don't have a baby because they never got to go on their date to the music festival and none of the events that followed occurred. So they were never intimate. So there was no baby to protect.

Quinn was in a daze as her eyes took in Rachel's chocolate ones. Her smile became so warm and affectionate that Rachel could see it now and recognize it for what it was and she gasped because she saw the love shining clear as day in Quinn's eyes aimed solely on her.

Quinn also made it clear vocally when she whispered. "I'm so in love with you, Rachel Berry.."

SUE AND SAM. JANUARY 2012.

"Okay, so what exactly did you write? We have no idea how the watches work?" Sue asked.

"Simple. They were pulled back to the future by the watches. I even drew what I saw on the video like I did for you guys." Sam replied.

"Okay but how do we help them get back?" Sue asked.

"That I don't know but at least they'll know what to work on."

"Alright Evans, but let's use this to our advantage." Sue replied before grabbing a piece of paper and writing her own note.

RACHEL, SHELBY, AND SANTANA. MARCH 18TH 2018.

Rachel slipped back into the room and sighed in relief when she saw that the two women had stayed put.

"Alright, here. I think I got as close to your sizes as possible." Rachel said as she handed both women the clothing and shoes she stole from the lockers.

It was hell to get them because she had to take down not only the stragglers along the way to the locker room.

She also had to take down the three she found in there.

"These boots are heavy." Shelby commented.

"Yes but they'll protect your feet and ankles in case your caught by your foot." Rachel replied.

Shelby and Santana were in prison guard uniforms. She chose boots that looked like the newest and chose from women's lockers only.

As she waited for them to get dressed she thought about what route they were going to have to take because of what they were going to use as their escape and prayed that neither women would do something stupid that could put them all in jeopardy.

JUDY, HIRAM AND RACHEL. JANUARY 2012.

After they were able to pry Rachel from Quinn with Hiram's help. The car ride to the police station was full of crying from Rachel. Judy and Hiram were silently crying in their own seats in their own shock.

Now all Hiram could do was hold his baby girl in his arms who refused to leave until she could see Quinn.

Judy was in the back talking to the officers. She was still in a daze at the news. Quinn. Her little Lucy Quinn killed her father. Future Rachel's past was coming to fruition.

"Judy?.. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Officer Kevin Mitchell a friend from Judy's church asked gently.

Judy's dazed eyes met his. "...I" Judy couldn't form a coherent word. Nothing. She was completely and utterly in shock.

She knew that Quinn killed in her own future. She knew all the horrors that her daughter had to go through to survive. The videos themselves proved that.

Watching Quinn react to her own death was something she never wanted to watch again.

Quinn had explained to her a time or two that she struggles with PTSD but this.. This was something out of a horror movie.

"Judy, I know this is hard for you but I need an answer before we move your daughter?"

Judy looked up at him confused. "I'm sorry?"

"I asked if you'd like to speak with her before we move her?"

Judy stared at him for a moment before nodding jerkily.

The officer gestured to another officer behind her and before she could really register that her body was moving on autopilot, she was walking through a door and there she was.. Her Quinnie. Chained to a metal desk like some monster. A whimper than a choked sob escaped from the sight of her daughter.

Quinn's dazed stare landed on her mother and her eyes began to clear in recognition.

Quinn's lips began to tremble before she barely whimpered out: Mommy?..

Than the dam broke and Quinn's hoarse throat released a gut wrenching sob and Judy rushed over and wrapped her daughter in her arms the best she could.

"I'm so sorry!" Quinn cried into her mother's stomach.

"Shh-Shhh.. It's okay, baby. I'm here! Oh Quinnie, I'm here!" Judy rushed out in tears.

"Please, tell me you still love me.." Quinn whimpered.

"Of course I do! You're my baby girl Quinnie and nothing and no one will change that!" Judy cried.

Judy knew everything. She knew who her husband was and the amount of abuse he put her daughter through.

She knew what her husband did to not only her daughters in future Rachel's past but also what he did to an entire group of people from said past. How he had hurt them in that time. killed them in cold blood without remorse.

She knew and understood what her daughter was trying to do. She was trying to stop the past from happening again.

She knew what was coming in a few years time. What evil would roam the earth in sinister hunger.

She knew that this beautiful soul in her arms was from another time and could not be truly held accountable for why she did what she did but Judy also knew no one would believe them.

RACHEL, SANTANA, AND SHELBY. MARCH 18TH 2018.

Rachel rounded the corner quietly with Shelby behind her holding Santana's hand. The two were scared but more calm and rational then they had been when they first arrived.

Rachel stopped, signaling for them to do so as well. The door they were looking for was right across from them.

They had made it this far without running into those things. Rachel had already brief them on the plan and what they were to do if ambushed.

What they were about to do was terrifying but had to be done in order for them to get out of that prison.

Rachel looked back and forth than quietly stepped forward heel to toe. Santana and Shelby doing the same as she taught them to make almost silent steps.

Rachel reached the door and gently gripped the doorknob turning it slowly. She heard it lightly click and grit her teeth as she waited for anything but nothing came.

She slowly opened the door enough to fit her body followed closely by Shelby than Santana. Santana was the one charged with closing the door as quietly as possible behind them.

She succeeded and they waited for a zombie to pop out but nothing did. Rachel's eyes scanned the parking deck for a vehicle that would be suitable for them.

She had to choose something that was fast and strong but at the same time she had to choose something that could withstand being attacked by hordes but that could still plow through them.

Her eyes locked on her target. It wasn't as fast as a cop car but it was strong enough to keep going through a crowd of zombie's. It was a transporter bus for prisoners. The kind that looked like a school bus.

It had gates on the windows and though that could be a blessing it could also be a curse. It would keep the zombies out even if they latched onto the bus but it would keep them trapped inside if they were eager to escape with little time to do so.

Rachel new the only chance they'd have at getting out would be from the drivers window or the emergency exit.

It was the best choice they had if what she thought was waiting for them outside actually was.

The brunette made her decision. She nodded to the other two brunette's instructing them against the wall with hand signals.

They all pressed against the wall and using one step at a time slid across halting and holding still every four steps like Rachel instructed them earlier.

It felt like forever and a day as they used that wall to round the parked cars and transport vans all the way down the opposite end from where they entered.

Quiet and steady that's what Rachel lived by. Patience and focused concentration kept you alive, that was Quinn's motto that she had taught her own group during training who taught it to Rachel in her own time.

Finally they reached the bus. Rachel signaled for Shelby and Santana to stay against the wall.

Rachel very slowly slid her back down the wall than used it to kneel her forward on all fours with controlled stealth.

Shelby and Santana watched in amazed fear. Rachel was quieter than a mouse.

The brunette slowly used her core strength to lower herself in a plank position as she gazed underneath the bus.

Her eyes began to flitter back and forth. Than she turned her head looking beneath the van next to her.

She didn't see anything but it was also hard because the only light coming in, were from the barred glass windows above them.

Every window was at least eight feet apart and rectangular in shape. They were big enough to fit a body so there was light just not enough to give off the proper amount of light.

It didn't help that night fall was upon them. Rachel was about to pull back when she saw it.

Her eyes narrowed as she spotted several different feet in the distance at the foot between cars. They weren't moving.

Rachel grit her teeth. She measured the distance between them and herself.

If she followed her plan she had mere seconds before that little group would be on them.

She took a quiet breath and shut her eyes. This was the moment of truth.

She pushed herself back gently, making the same movements she had when putting herself in that position.

She righted herself back against the wall on her hunches than lowly stood back upright than she took quiet measured breaths. This was it.

She looked at Shelby and Santana and lifted her finger to her lips. She than pointed toward the area she knew the zombies were than held up her hands showing the number seven in her assumption of what she counted in feet.

Santana and Shelby's eyes widened and the two practical pressed themselves into the wall harder as if that would help.

Rachel gave them two minutes than signaled for them to follow her. Once again their steps were light as they walked the length of the bus toward the door heel to toe.

Rachel gestured to the two to stand next to the door. The second she opened it she knew the sound of it opening would attract them.

Rachel mouth 'When I open this door, run in and duck into a seat. Do not move. Don't make a sound.'

Shelby and Santana nodded. Rachel lifted her hands to the crease of the door. She gripped it than took a moment to send up a silent prayer, before she gripped the door tightly than promptly pulled it open with all she had. The sound echoed throughout the silent parking lot loudly.

Santana and Shelby ran in and ducked within the first few seats followed by Rachel who shut the door behind herself as soon as she ran in using the door handle than immediately dived into a seat.

The three of them stood completely still as they heard the loud growls and moans followed by the thunders of hurried feet running echoing through out the parking lot.

Shelby and Santana quivered in fear and Rachel sat with her eyes on them pleading with them to stay quiet.

If either of them made a sound the bus would be attacked before Rachel could even hot wire it.

They'd be dead.