A/N: I do not own Glee nor the characters within. So. New story. Happens when I'm always writing. I'm going to be holding off revealing what pairings shall be in or named in this story due to not wanting to give anything away. Just know there will be femslash, het, and slash. ;} Short, I know, but it's an introduction. Enjoy~
"Ohhh… My head. Why is someone knocking on it to get in?"
Rachel jerked awake, then wished she hadn't. Her head pounded, and her mouth tasted like mothballs. And for some reason, her whole body felt stiff.
A shape shifted next to her, and the voice that had woken her groaned again. "There's nobody in there. Ray-chelll, make it stooooppp…"
There was something weird about that voice. Slowly rolling over, having to start and stop many times because her stomach seemed to rebel with each tiny movement, Rachel found that it was like her eyes were glued shut. "Brittany?" she muttered, remembering that the blonde had come over the night before to work on a Spanish assignment, "Ugh… That you?"
There was silence, and a hand suddenly whacked her shoulder, clumsily moving up to start feeling her face. Huffing, Rachel weathered the storm of impending vomit to blindly reach up and remove it. "Brittany," she muttered again, something about her own voice striking her as off, "That is you, right?"
"…I thought I was."
"What?"
The body shifted again, a more violent motion than before, and Rachel had to grimace back a moan of pain as her headache bobbed up and down with the mattress, piggybacking the flip flopping of her stomach.
Without any warning, one of her eyelids was suddenly pried open.
"Aaaaaauuuuugggghhhhhhh!" Piercing light seared into her retina. "Brittany!" she shrieked again, blinking the eye furiously. Bringing up a stiff arm to rub at the burning but overshooting by a couple of inches, it took her a couple of tries to correct the action. "Honestly," she grunted, slowly pressing her fist against her closed eyelid, then sliding over to the other one, "Why would you…?" She trailed off, stopping moving.
The fingers that assaulted her eye suddenly reappeared, sliding her hand away from her face. "Rachel…" the voice that was beginning to sound too familiar whispered, "If that is you and not me, open your eyes."
Rachel licked her lips, the mothball taste in her mouth even thicker than before. Pushing down the pounding of her heart, she slowly opened her eyes…
…To see herself.