Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

A/N: Currently unbeated, all mistakes are mine!

Rachel laid in bed at 4:24 in the morning staring up at the ceiling. She had awoken from a strange dream, one that was making her mind run with questions and fear. She didn't know how to explain it, and the idea that was currently forming within her cranium was threatening to make its way down to her heart to take hold and burrow there forever.

Her dream had started off simple enough. She had been walking through the park on a wonderful spring day, her earbuds snuggly in her ears listening to a melody made from violins, pianos, and flutes. There was a lightness in her walk, and a soft smile easily formed on her lips. The trees fluttered in the wind, and the birds sang in tune with the music from her headphones. The world felt right, except for the very noticeable feeling of missing something. Something that was right there at the edge reaching out to her; it felt as if something was just on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite grasp what she was trying to say or comprehend. An elusive fact running in circles with her, around and around, and always dodging her grasping hands.

She made her way down the concrete path that circled the empty park, and ventured off it to go sit on the swings. She kicked her legs lazily against the weathered ground, and gripped the cold metal that held up the hard plastic seat. She had loved to swing when she was a child. She could have swung for hours if her fathers had permitted it. It always felt so freeing; as if she were flying into a space that she wasn't usually allowed into. A space for only her, that was reserved for only her - when she could fly high enough to reach it, that is. But, now, as she sat on the familiar seat and gripped the comforting metal chains, she felt more than a little restless - unable to swing to that usually unreachable place. She felt like she couldn't fly. She felt like she was stuck trying to make a decision, but it was about that thing she couldn't quite grasp.

"Is this seat taken?" A soft voice asked into the clear spring air.

"No," Rachel responded softly to the voice. She didn't turn to see who it was. She just seemed to know, "Hi, Charlie."

She felt the girl smile next to her, as if her body could sense the other girls movements. She heard Charlie sit in the swing next to her, grip the clanging metal chains, and whisper with a soft, happy tone, "Hi, Rachel."

"What are you doing here," Rachel asked in the same soft tone. They spoke quietly, afraid that speaking too loud would break the surreal dream that wrapped around them.

"I'm here to see you. I missed you. I thought talking in person would be better than talking only through a screen."

Charlie's swing began to creak as Rachel felt the girl kicking her legs into the air. The air wafted up around Rachel as Charlie kicked an air current up with each swing of her legs. Rachel could see the black skinny jeans and the grey chukka boots that clothed Charlie's body - she had seen the clothes somewhere before, but once again rachel couldn't grasp just where she had seen them - but she still didn't turn to look at the girls face.

Rachel began pushing her legs back and forth to gain momentum as she replied to the girl next to her, "I missed you too."

She felt Charlie smile, and that was all she needed to thrust herself into that usually unreachable zone of freedom and flight. Together the pair flew into the air, only to be drawn back by the unbeatable force of gravity and back up once more. They swung in union; their knees bending and kicking in time with each other. Soon, their bubbling laughter filled the air as they raced each other to see who could fly the highest; tying with each other every time.

Everything else besides their legs kicking and the chains they held, blurred around Rachel in magnificent colors and swirls. The nagging feeling of forgetfulness faded into the background, and Rachel had let her happiness flood through and veins and radiate out through her laughter and smile.

Joy pulsed through her legs and body as she pushed her way higher and higher into the sky, and she laughed as Charlie reached out to try and catch her. Charlie's familiar melodic laugh floated through her ears and wrapped itself around Rachel's mind.

Through the laughter Charlie called, "Rachel! Slow down for a second!"

Rachel smiled and let her feet scuff the rough dirt ground below her. Her momentum fell and she slowed to a twisting, turning sway. She let a last laugh tumble from her lips, and Charlie reached over with slender fingers and wrapped around Rachel's that were slacking against the now warm metal.

"Hey, look at me." Rachel felt Charlie looking at her with happy, caring eyes and her thumb gently brushing back and forth against her hand, trying to coax her to turn towards her.

"Why?" Rachel asked playfully, staring at her tennis-shoe clad feet digging holes into the dirt.

"Because I want to give you something." There was a hint of mischievousness in Charlie's tone and it intrigued Rachel more than she wanted to admit.

She hummed and smiled towards the ground below, "Is that so?"

"Mhmm," Charlie pulled Rachel and her swing towards her, causing Rachel to come face to face with…

"Quinn?"

And suddenly, her mind exploded and what she had been trying to grasp and comprehend through the entire expanse of the dream made perfect sense. The soft, familiar laughter and voice, the gray boots and black jeans, those smooth, slender hands…

"No, it's me, Charlie." The blonde's smile was tilted and sad as she tried to understand why Rachel had called her another name.

"No, no, you're Quinn. You look like Quinn," Rachel ran the hand that Charlie wasn't holding through her hair and let out a shaky breath. This couldn't be happening.

"Sweetheart, I'm not Quinn. I don't even know who Quinn is. Are you feeling okay?" Charlie's free hand rose and rested against Rachel's forehead, testing Rachel's body temperature. "You don't have a fever, and you look as beautiful as ever," Charlie said, attempting to get Rachel to smile. All Rachel could do however was look back blankly, and try to understand what was happening, "But, you're acting very strangely. Is there anything I can do for you, Sweetheart?"

Rachel didn't know what to do. Here was Charlie. Here was the girl she was falling for, but… It wasn't Charlie, it was Quinn. What did it all mean? Who was who? Why was this happening? Why is Charlie, Quinn? Why is Quinn calling her Sweetheart and pretending to be Charlie? Is Quinn playing with her heart? Why is she here? Why is she acting like she's the girl she's been falling for? Why would she do this?

"Please, don't call me Sweetheart, Quinn." Rachel tried to stand from her spot on the swingset, but couldn't seem to move. She seemed to be glued to the seat, and her hand melded onto the metal chains.

"I..I'm not Quinn, Swee- I mean, Rachel. And I always call you Sweetheart," A soft, loving, cheeky smile spread across Charlie's face, "You're my one remember?"

"I'm… I'm what?" Rachel's eyes grew wide and her heart pounded in her chest. She was Quinn's one? Charlie's? Whose? This was also so confusing!

"You're my one, Rachel. I've told you before. You're my one and only. I love you," The shaggy-haired blonde squeezed Rachel's hand gently, "I'm really worried, right now, Rach; you're acting really weird… There's not… There's not someone else is there? Someone else named… Quinn?"

Charlie's eyes shone with tears, and her jaw was clenched tightly to try and hold back any trembles or tears.

"I… I don't think so?" Rachel responded in a confused tone and examined Charlie's features searching for anything that might give her away as Quinn. Something that proved this was a joke. She looked like Quinn exactly. She had to be Quinn! What was she pulling? What was she trying to do?

"Y-You don't think so? S-sweeth- I mean, R-Rach…" Charlie shakingly grabbed Rachel's other hand and a tear found it's way down her reddening cheek, "I love you… We're… We're engaged to be married in November, remember? T-There can't be anyone else because we're in love… Together, Rachel. We promised each other to be committed to only one another… You're my one, Rach, and you said that I was yours… that couldn't have been a lie… I know in my heart that, that wasn't a lie, Rachel!"

Charlie was crying full-on by the time she was able to get those words out from her mouth, but all Rachel could do was go wide-eyed and practically yell, "Married?! I'm only seventeen!"

"Oh God, Rach…" Charlie cupped Rachel's cheek and looked over the brunettes face with sad and terrified eyes, "Rachel… We're twenty-four years old. I proposed to you last May… Don't you remember, Honey?"

"What, no, NO! Quinn.. Charlie! I-I This isn't possible! I'm seventeen! Seventeen!" The brunette wanted to run, scream, fly, anything, but she couldn't move. She was stuck to this swaying swing with Charlie holding onto her as if she were about to sink away into oblivion. Rachel didn't care if she did, as long as she could get away from this confusion that was clouding her mind like an incredibly thick, icky fog.

Charlie sobbed into the spring air and looked over Rachel's face in agony. Rachel felt terrible for making the girl she loved cry, but she didn't know if it really was her or if it was Quinn or what she felt, because right now everything felt like one big jumbled mess. This couldn't be Charlie. There was no way that she could be Charlie. She was not twenty-four years old. She was not engaged. She wasn't even sure if she loved Charlie or not, and she sure as hell had no idea why Charlie looked like Quinn, or if Quinn was really just some weirdo pretending to be Charlie.

"Rachel… oh my Sweetheart," Charlie's voice remained soft and she wrapped her arms around Rachel's stiff body, "It'll be okay, it'll be okay, I promise. We'll fix this. I'll make sure you understand everything, and I'll make you remember, I promise… I promise…"

And then suddenly, it was over. Everything was black, and Rachel slowly opened her eyes to her equally as black room.

It was 3:31 when she had awoken from her dream, and here she was an almost hour later still contemplating what it all meant.

Was Quinn representing Charlie in her dream because of something superficial like her beauty, or was it because Rachel had an ever-growing on the crush blonde?

The way Quinn had been treating her lately, had quickly apologized for her past abuse last night, had seemingly flirted with her, and had defended her from Finn after the breakup had all accounted for making Rachel's affection for the blonde grow exponentially in a short period of time.

Or did it mean that Quinn or Charlie was hiding something? Charlie, of course, she could excuse because Rachel really had no right to know what Charlie had to hide or keep to herself… and if she was being honest with herself, she had no excuse regarding Quinn either.

Rachel couldn't shake the questions from her mind. Why? Why was Quinn represented as Charlie? Why was she twenty-four years old? Why did she not remember what Charlie was telling her, when usually in her dreams she could recall everything even if she had never been in the situation or dream before. Everything in her dreams usually always flowed and made sense, but this time she awoke with a clouded mind.

She thought of Quinn and how kind she had been last night; how Quinn had ordered a vege pizza instead of the bacon one she so obviously wanted. She thought about how she didn't make fun of her when Rachel had told her she was possibly becoming more accustomed to the computer. She thought of how she had actually listened to her when she had talked about Charlie.

"That's all it is. I talked to her about Charlie, she had to leave in a hurry, and my worry about what her thoughts are created this dream in response."

"That does make a bit of sense. The fog and forgetfulness show your worry for not knowing Quinn's thoughts on the matter."

"It's just a weird dream is all. It's not like it's true or anything. You won't be marrying Quinn… Charlie?... when you're twenty-four."

"Maybe I will be… you never know."

"It's Quinn Fabray, Rachel. Get a grip."

"Maybe my subconscious is telling me that I like Quinn, since it put her in place of a girl I like."

"...She is gorgeous."

"And smart. And she's becoming so, so kind."

"She's funny, and adorable."

"I'm pretty sure I could get her to appreciate stars…"

"Oh no…"

"What…"

"Rachel Berry, you're falling for Quinn Fabray."

Rachel groaned and rubbed her face and looked at the clock: 4:57AM.

"It's way too early to be having epiphanies."

She flung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly made her way to her bathroom. She needed a long, hot bath to think things over. Nothing really made sense, except the fact that she was indeed falling for two girls and she didn't have a chance with either of them.