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Sam didn't know what had just happened to him. One moment, he was about to cook dinner in his kitchen of his tiny bungalow, the next, he found himself standing at a bar, listening to that beautiful African American woman sing. He doubted he had ever seen a more talented woman in his life before.

It wasn't just her voice that enthralled Sam. It was her aura, her passion, her suppressed longing. Her sadness.

Sam had no idea where all these emotions were suddenly coming from. He needed to blink back tears and gather himself before he followed her out of the bar. When he looked around, he noticed that he had never been at that place before.

But for some reason, he was not concerned at all.

"Thank you", the woman answered, trying to hide her blush.

For a while, the two of them were just standing next to each other, listening to the rush of the seawater underneath the pier.

"What is this place?", Sam finally dared to ask. If he was hallucinating, he at least wanted to have more details.

The woman looked at him, smiling softly. "We are in San Diego. Why are you asking? Are you a tourist?"

Sam shook his head. "Call me crazy, but actually, I am not at San Diego." When he blinked, the surroundings had suddenly changed again – he was standing in his kitchen, and so was the woman. "I am at Honolulu. Far away from California."

The woman gasped when she walked over to Sam's stove and touched his pan. "What…How…But…"

She was unable to form a sentence.

Even though Sam was as stunned as she was, he needed to smile. "Funny that you are standing in my kitchen and we don't even know each other's names." He politely stuck out his hand. "I am Sam. Sam Evans. Nice to meet you, mylady."

She laughed when she shook his hand. "Mercedes Jones." Mercedes' smile vanished and she looked at Sam anxiously. "So what do you think, Sam? Are we hallucinating?"

Sam retrieved his smartphone and unlocked it. "There is only one way to find out."

"Which is?"

"Tell each other our phone numbers and call each other to check whether we are not imagining things."

It was late at night when Quinn walked down the street to her house, the high heels clicking was the only noise that could be heard. It was kind of creepy.

Why did she need to stay at her office for so long, why didn't she just go home earlier?

Quinn paranoidly looked around to check whether nobody was following her.

And yelped when she was suddenly dragged to a side street. A duo of scrawny men was looking at her, one of them had a gun in his hands.

"Well, look at that, whom do we have here?", guy number one said sneeringly, and Quinn's eyes widened in shock when she spotted the gun.

"Who are you?", she asked anxiously. "Do you want my money? Take everything you want, but please, leave me alone", she pleaded.

The guys laughed. "We are not after your money, Barbie", the second guy snarled. "We want you."

"Why?", Quinn asked, trying to think of a way to retrieve her pepper spray from her purse.

"Because it was you who had brought my bro to jail, remember?", guy one said. "Life sentence. His name is Alonso Brighton."

"I have so many cases, I can't remember all of them", Quinn explained with a trembling voice. "What do you expect from me? To let a criminal go? To not do my job and let my clients down?"

The guys laughed bitterly. "Exactly, lady." He looked her up and down, and in her opinion, his gaze lingered way to long on her cut out. Impressed, he whistled. "Well, first, I wanted to teach you a lesson, but you are kind of turning me on now." He opened the zipper of his jeans and winked at her. "Let's make a deal: A short session between the two of us and after that, you are free to go."

A cold shiver was running down Quinn's spine. "Forget it", she hissed icily. "I doubt that I could satisfy you if you force me to do it with you."

The first guy smirked at her cruelly. "Don't worry, attorney chick, that's not your problem." He put off his shirt. "You don't even have a choice. Come on, let's get it started."

She could feel the barrel of the second guy's gun in her back that pushed her towards the other criminal. "That's what Alonso would have wanted as well. You have way too much on now. Wait, let me help you with that sexy blouse of yours."

Quinn gulped. She knew that the possibilities of being able to take on two musclemen were practically zero percent.

So that was it?

She would get raped in a dirty side street?

Exactly when she thought that it was over for her, she caught the glimpse of a Mohawk-haired man standing behind the two criminals. Her eyes widened. Where the hell did he just come from? She swore she had been alone with those guys all the time.

Whatever, she didn't even care. All she cared about was that he was her last hope.

Help me, she mouthed desperately, but the man just perplexedly rubbed his eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?", man number two asked her irritatedly when he followed her gaze, turned around - and didn't see anything suspicious but dirty containers and the façade of an abandoned building.

Quinn used that situation to her advantage and decided to run.

Unfortunately, criminal one caught her by the wrist and turned her around again. "Nice try, Barbie", he grinned "Normally, women don't run away from me if I offer them a round of sex." He boxed her in the face with so much force Quinn saw stars dancing in front of her face and needed to spit out blood.

…

Puck didn't know what had gotten into him. He had just been lying in his bed at home, watching Prison Break on his iPad when he heard two men talking.

Frowning, he laid down his device, got up, grabbed his gun and opened the door of his bedroom, thinking that someone broke in.

"NOPD!", he shouted – and was surprised to see an empty living room in front of him.

With a confused face expression, he told himself that he probably watched too much Netflix lately and wanted to go back to bed.

Suddenly, he felt a weird sensation jolting through his entire body – and found himself standing at a weirdly deserted side street. Well, almost deserted.

A hot blonde in even hotter business clothes was standing in front of two dangerous looking men, silently pleading him to help her.

What the fuck?, Puck thought to himself. Am I nuts? I got laid not even twenty-four hours ago, so why do I already picture freakingly hot damsels in distress?

When the second guy punched her in the face, he suddenly felt the stinging pain in his face as well, he was close to passing out.

What the actual fuck?

That was way more realistic that 3D movies. Too realistic for his taste. Because for some reason, he suddenly felt…anxious. Panicked. Freaked out. Definitely not his own emotions.

Puck shook his head when he saw the woman lie on the floor. He couldn't just watch how those douchebags rose their hands against a woman even though he didn't know the backstory. He needed to intervene, illusion or not.

As soon as he had thought that sentence, he blinked again – and suddenly realized that he saw everything through the eyes of the woman, not through the eyes of a bystander.

What the…?

"That's all you can do?", he said to the criminals. Unimpressed, he wiped away the blood from his jaw and his nose (her nose, but he practically saw everything with her eyes, so…). Puck got up again (daaamn, standing in heels was an entirely new experience).

The guys exchanged surprised glances. "That woman has balls", guy number one said, kind of impressed, and Puck needed to smile faintly because of that comment. Truer words have never been spoken, my friend, he thought. The criminal rolled up his sleeves and looked at the woman challengingly. "Let's dance, Barbie."

Puck wiped away the blood with the back of his (dammit, her) hand and came closer to the man. Even though that blond chick wasn't strong, he knew how to knock people down within seconds.

A simple punch in the gut made the first guy gasp for air, he ducked down in time when the criminal number two behind him wanted to grab her.

"Take this, wimp", Puck said before he kicked the criminal in his groins with her sharp high-heel with all he had.

The guy shrieked like a schoolgirl, fell down and held his crotch, starting crying like a baby.

"That was a big mistake", guy number two said right behind her with his gun pointed directly to her head.

"You think so, dude?", Puck answered dryly. Without turning around, he snatched away the gun from him before he could even pull the trigger. With a devious grin, Puck turned around, pointing the gun right at his nutsack.

His eyes widened in shock. "Please", the criminal whispered, anxiously looking down his friend who was still lying on the ground, holding his best piece and whimpering, afraid that he would lie next to him soon. "Please, please spare my private parts, Ma'am. You don't know what it would feel like."

You have no idea, Puck thought amusedly. With his gun still pointed at the duo, he said calmly: "Leave. Get lost before I change my mind. And never ever come back again" When the two guys didn't move immediately, he bellowed: "Now!"

Even though he didn't sound as threatening with this woman's voice than with his own, the men quickly withdrew.

When Puck blinked, he noticed that he kind of was in his own body again. And that the woman was staring at him.

"What. The hell?", she whispered, stunned. "Who are you, illusion that knows how to fight?"

Puck stuffed his hands in his pockets in a nonchalant way. "Call me Puck. And what's your name, attorney chick I just saved?"

The woman threw him a killing glance, but after a while, she smiled faintly. "Quinn. Quinn Fabray. I owe you one, Robin Goodfellow."

Confused, Puck cocked his head to the side. "How did you just call me? I don't get it."

Picking up the purse she had just dropped, Quinn turned on her heel and left the side street. "Read Shakespeare, then you will", she winked.

Puck just scratched his head when he watched the woman walk away, her hips were swaying seductively.

Finn was about to watch TV when he suddenly saw the exact brunette from last time dance around in the middle of the living room.

"It's you again!", he exclaimed, and the woman yelped and looked up. "How did you even come in?"

Her eyes narrowed when she turned around. "Aren't you the same pervert that undressed on the streets? What in god's name are you doing here?"

Confused, Finn stared at her. "What?"

"You…" Her eyes widened and she blinked perplexedly. "Where the heck am I?"

"You are at my home", Finn explained matter-off-factly. "Okay, technically, it's my stepbrother's home, but I crash here as well for the time being. I didn't plan to go to Seattle, but I just couldn't-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Seattle?" The woman looked downright shocked. "But a couple of seconds ago, I was in New York. Remember, you put off your shirt at the Time Square yesterday evening."

Finn cocked his head to the side. "The last time I have been to New York was half a year ago. Yesterday evening, I undressed at the bathroom to take a shower."

"But…but…how?" The woman was speechless. Stunned, she slumped down on the couch and hugged a pillow.

"I am Finn, by the way", Finn introduced himself as he didn't know what else to say.

"I am Rachel", the woman answered. "Dance instructor at Juilliard."

Finn nodded approvingly. "Respect." He frowned when he suddenly felt something like…sadness. "But it's not what you want to do, right? It doesn't quite make you happy."

"How could you tell?", Rachel asked him. He shrugged. "I just could. So what is it you wanted to do?"

Sighing deeply, Rachel started recounting: "I wanted to be a Broadwaystar. I even got into NYADA, a prestigious arts school. But right after I graduated, I fell while I rehearsed for my first role – and I have that nasty dance injury ever since. People didn't want me for any roles anymore just because I was flawed, I had no chance for a breakthrough."
She sighed again, putting her head in her hands. "One of my old teachers got me a job at Juilliard, and that's why I landed there. It's really not that bad, I get paid very well and those kids are just adorable, but…"

"You miss the stage, the standing ovations. It's not really fulfilling you", Finn ended her sentence, looking at her compassionately. "It's…"

At that moment, they heard how the door was slammed. "Finn, I'm home!", Kurt shouted, good-tempered. "And I have great news. Vince just prop…"

He trailed off when he spotted Finn sitting on a couch with a suspicious face expression.

"Look, I can explain", Finn said quickly. "Does it look like I am talking to myself? Yes. Could it be that I am crazy? Absolutely. But please, don't judge me."

"Finn…"

"A woman named Rachel is just sitting next to me, and I am convinced that she is real even though I am the only one that can see her."

"Finn…"

"Please don't tell mom and Burt, I don't want them to think I am crazy. Maybe I am, but you know our parents, they freak out because of every little..."

"Finn, I can see her as well", Kurt cut him off. "Rachel, right?"

Rachel and Finn stared at him, stunned. "What the hell is going on? What is happening to us?", Rachel asked anxiously.

All Kurt could do was shrug helplessly. "If only I knew…"

Tina sighed deeply when she stared down the keyboard of her laptop. For some reason, her head refused to think of a bestseller story. For days now. Things couldn't go on like that. She needed to try harder. Maybe a change of scene would help her find some inspiration.

So she got up, grabbed her coat and left her apartment to take a walk.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, children were playing on the playground, people were strolling with their pets, some were even eating ice cream, sitting on benches, others were feeding the ducks of the pond nearby.

But not even that scenery could inspire Tina. She groaned. It was just so frustrating.

"You can say that again."

Startled, Tina turned around – and was perplexed to see a Latina walk next to her. She could swear that Latina hadn't been there a couple of seconds ago. "Excuse me, do we know each other?"

The Latina shrugged. "Not directly. But for some reason, I am here now, walking next to you instead of lying in my bed. I mean who is up at that unearthly hour?"

"It's eight am", Tina pointed out. "I am an early bird, I always was."

"It's eleven am", the Latina answered her back. "Well, at least here in Miami. I have no idea where I am now."

Tina frowned. "We are in Portland, Oregon. I have never been to Miami before. When I went to Florida two years ago, I only went to Tampa." She politely stuck her hand out. "My name is Tina. I am an author."

"Santana. Stripper", the Latina said, accepting her hand, purposely ignoring Tina's surprised face expression. "Do you have an idea what is happening to us?"

Tina shrugged. She was aware that she should be worried that she was apparently talking to someone on the other end of the continent, but she wasn't. It almost felt like the most normal thing in the world.

She turned to Santana with an interested face expression. "You feel insecure because of something, right?"

Santana flinched. "What the hell? How could you tell? Are you a female, Asian version of Doctor Phil? Yeah, not creepy at all."

"I could feel it. As if it was my own emotion", Tina explained calmly, making a mental note to write this down for her next novel later on. "Do you want to talk about it? I won't judge you; I promise."

Santana was about to answer with a snarky comment when she realized that it was not such a bad idea, actually. That other chick was thousands of miles away from her, she didn't have to worry that she would tell anybody she knew.

"There is this special woman", Santana started talking. "She is the most beautiful, intelligent and charismatic woman I know. And that's the problem. I am neither of those things."

"And you don't feel good enough for her", Tina reasoned. "You don't have the courage to talk to her, right?"

Santana nodded. "I really like her, and I don't want to scare her away. I kind of feel ashamed."

At that, Tina needed to laugh. "Have you even looked into the mirror once? People would murder for a body like yours. And you don't seem dumb either. You just need to believe in yourself, the rest will come. Go talk to her, you will never find out how she will react if you don't dare to do it."

"Thanks, Asian imagination", Santana answered, sighing. "You are right. I will try my luck."

When she blinked, Santana found herself sitting at Starbucks again with her latte in front of her, Tina was gone.

Brittany was seating at her usual place, sipping on her hot chocolate and typing things into her MacBook. Kind of sad that Santana had nothing better to do than to stalk her at a coffeeshop on a Sunday.

Gathering her courage, Santana got up from her chair, brushed back a strand of her dark hair and walked towards the blonde. After having counted to ten in Spanish in her head and taken a deep breath, Santana tipped on Brittany's shoulder who turned around immediately.

"Hello, Britt", Santana said, trying to sound casual even though she was nervous as hell. "Do you still remember me?"

Please don't be mad Blaine didn't show up this time, guys.
He will get a bigger role in the next chapters, I promise!

What do you guys think so far?