Okay, so sorry for the delay. The lack of reviews on my one shot bummed me so much that I didn't feel like writing :(

Anyway, I'm back, hope I don't disappoint you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the DVDs of season 1, this is just for fun!

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Something was off. Something was definitely off and he wasn't talking about his relationship with Quinn.

That had been off from the start. Before that even. And to be perfectly honest he didn't even know why he had tried getting back together with her again in the first place.

Save the fact that she had cheated on and lied to him for as long as she had managed last year, she was actually mean to him and he wondered how he could have had forgotten about that.

She'd been the one to kiss him first, after the football game, but he had been more than willing to jump back into it. To prove himself something? To forget that he had been fooled?

He tried to focus on what had brought him to this self inspection.

Since Quinn's outburst in Glee club last week things had been really weird. Not only had she categorically refused to explain what had gotten into her to yell like that at Mr. Schue (he had a feeling she didn't even know herself), since then she had been clingy to the highest degree, constantly needing him by her side and at the same time relentlessly making him feel bad with himself.

But at the moment he needn't think about that. Or how he could get away from her.

He was wondering what had happened in his life for him to feel so bad. It was like he was missing something. Like he was getting a weird feeling of déjà vu, but the other way around. He couldn't even begin to explain it.

First there had been this altercation with everyone in Glee. On Monday they had talked about Regionals and all of a sudden someone had mentioned that they couldn't compete because they were a member short. Only no one had been able to understand why. They'd mentioned Kurt leaving, but it had happened before Sectionals, so there had been someone else with the eleven of them to compete that day. But who it was, no one could remember. The heat had risen until someone suggested ending the argument and just finding someone else already to fill the vacant spot.

The bass player, Scott, had stepped in, really glad to get a more exposed role in the club. He could sing and even if he would never compete with Sam, Puck or Finn for solos his voice blended well enough with the others and being a musician he had some amazing inputs on harmonies.

Finn had witnessed the fight from afar, not understanding what had started it and how on earth they had been able to forget how many they were, or had been.

He felt like someone was missing. He kept finding himself looking around, as if he wanted to spot somebody but couldn't find them. Only he had no idea who he was looking for. He had actually had the urge to talk with someone and for a split second he had known who, until the thought had vanished and left him questioning his own sanity.

On those occasions Quinn watched him like he was actually crazy, patronizing him and making him feel even worse about himself.

On those occasions he really questioned his better judgment as to why he was even with her. They didn't make out anymore; Hell, they didn't even hang out outside of school. He didn't feel the need to talk to her, he didn't seek her presence and the few times they actually kissed (generally to end an argument or for the show) he didn't feel a thing. So much for those fireworks he'd seen a couple weeks ago. Those sure came down fast…

Today he was wary as ever, trying to avoid Quinn at all cost when something happened as he passed the auditorium.

All of a sudden the hair on his arms stood on edge, like they used to when he got goose bumps from hearing someone sing a great song. But listening closely he couldn't hear a thing beside the racket of the hallway. He stepped inside the auditorium and headed to the stage like he'd been pulled by some invisible force.

He was alone and allowed himself to step on stage and wander his surroundings, looking for a hint. He could remember the last performances they'd done here. He pictured himself slowly chasing after Quinn around a lamppost although he had no idea what they had said this day, thanks to the mono. He was seeing things as if out of a dream, remembering each event in a flash. His heat started hammering out of nowhere and he got a vision of a checkered blanket on the floor with big cushions and a basket. Roaming his head for more he started to panic as he didn't manage to focus on the memory.

He closed his eyes, trying to hold on to the thought that was eluding him. He almost stumbled back when he tasted cranberries on his lips. Where did that come from?

He had to sit to try and calm himself. As far as he knew hallucinations were bad. He'd have to Google that later. He closed his eyes again, breathing slowly to regain his composure when another flash hit him. Huge brown eyes and pouty lips on an unfocused face. And a feeling in his neither region he hadn't felt in a long time. And not once with Quinn since they'd gotten back together.

Starting to get spooked as Hell, he rose to his feet and quickly exited the auditorium, closing the door and leaning against it for support as he caught his breath as if he had just ran a mile.

He mopped a cold sweat from his forehead and ran to the nearest bathroom to splash his face with water.

When he got home he went straight to bed, not daring to check his symptoms on the internet. Surely he was just exhausted and the weird feelings would disappear as quickly as they had appeared, right?

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The next day he almost dissolved to tears as he caught a whiff of Gap's "Grass" in the choir room.

Quinn's perfume was more flowery, muskier, much less to his taste to be honest. But what bothered him the most was that not only was he now having olfactive hallucinations, he had no idea how he even knew it was "Grass" (or how he knew the word 'olfactive' for that matter).

It was not like he knew anyone who wore that perfume, but the scent was triggering his memory like nothing ever had before, not even his mom's waffles, and that was something to say.

The feeling faded away quickly, but the state it had put him in remained for the whole rehearsal, leaving him weak in the knees. And Quinn was onto him again, making him want to kick chairs out of the way. He had to end things with her, but he feared her wrath enough to want to avoid confrontation. Things were easier the way they were. He needn't wake the sleeping giant.

At the end of practice he followed her to her locker, not listening to what she was saying, wincing when she slapped his arm to make him notice her. He didn't understand her need to constantly hit him. This relationship was not sane. But his mental health wasn't either he thought fearfully, shuddering at the thought that something might really be wrong with him.

He wasn't delaying his research anymore. Tonight he'd figure out what was wrong with him.

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Okay, so now he was really freaked out. Hallucinations could mean schizophrenia, but they could also mean brain tumor, and he wasn't sure what was worse. He hadn't dared look further than those two diagnostics. He didn't need to know he was condemned to an early death.

He hadn't had the courage to talk to his mom about his fears. He couldn't go to Kurt or Puck for fear of the first telling their parents or the latter laughing at him. Once again he got the impulse to grab his phone and call someone and once again the thought terrified him: he had no idea who his brain was always referring him to.

He crawled into bed and cried himself to sleep, hugging his pillow and curling in a fetal position. He dreamt of brown eyes and soft voices. Had he been awake those would have scared him more, but in his sleep the visions actually calmed him down.

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TBC

Next? Jacob…

As always thanks to my awesome friend SLopez , I wouldn't have done it without you!