AN: So, some people are still confused as to whose personalities is whose and stuff like that. In this chapter, Quinn does some digging into her life in the different reality and hopefully, you will understand things as well as she does by the end of the chapter.
I own the plot, but nothing else.
Quinn had woken up late on Saturday morning. Rolling over, she checked her cell phone. Two messages. The first, sent around midnight, was from Artie. He gushed to Quinn that he had came out to his father and that he was ok with his son's sexuality. Quinn sent him a quick message of belated congratulations.
The next message was from her father Charlie. He had informed her and he and her father Marshall had gone up to Columbus for the day to run some errands and that she should call Kurt if she got bored or lonely.
Why Kurt? Quin wondered. There was still so many things in this world she didn't understand. Why she wasn't a Cheerio, how she was friends with original Glee kids, how Kurt had gotten in a wheelchair, when Finn had turned into a jerk, when Noah had started dating Rachel.
Then she spotted them. Three plastic tubs, label respectively as "Elementary School", "Middle School", and "High School". Quinn felt relieved. Even in this alternate reality, Quinn Fabray was an organized young lady who liked to keep momentos.
She opened the Elementary School box first. She looked at her kindergarten yearbook. On the back page, in sloppy, childish script, were the words "I Love Quinny. -Kurt H." Peering deeper into the box, Quinn saw pictures of Little Kurt and her own younger self in every imaginable situation. At Chuck E. Cheese, in a sandbox, at her house, with a woman she could only assume was Kurt's mother, holding hands while trick-or-treating, decorating a Christmas tree, playing house. It seemed Kurt was her best friend in this world.
Looking deeper into her past, Quinn found diares from every year. In first grade, she had written, "Kurtsie is my bestest friend ever. But today, I met Tina Cohen-Chang. She wears more black then pink or white or yellow, but she sings pretty and Kurtsie likes her too. We played House. I was the mommy, Tina was the baby, Kurtsie was the daddy and Kurtsie's new friend Artie was the doggy. Tina and I like Artie. He says he has the new Malibu Barbie Dream House and matching Corvette. I thought guys didn't like Barbies."
From third grade: "Today Kurtsie got his new rolly chair. He didn't say what happened to him, and I didn't ask. But his rolly chair is fun. He let me sit on him and we rolled around the playground at recess today. Being in a rolly chair all the time must be fun."
From her sixth grade diary: "I met a new girl today, Mercedes Jones. She's really pretty, but some of the kids like Rachel Berry and Brittany Cavanaugh make fun of her cause she's big and quiet. But she's really funny, even if she stutters when she talks. Tina, Kurt, Artie and I really like her. She ate lunch with us today, and I hope she joins us tomorrow too."
Seventh grade: "Artie told us he was gay. He seemed so nervous, but why? Doesn't he know we love him just as he is? Anyway, I think he has a crush on Noah. I don't blame him, but really? He's kind of an idiot. There's something wrong with every guy I know. Noah's dumb, Finn Hudson is a jerkface, Matt Rutherford is so freaking loud and he NEVER shuts up, Mike Chang seems nice but he never talks. Dad and Daddy say I should just got out with Kurt-but how weird would that be?"
Eighth grade: "I had my first kiss today. It was with Kurt. Yeah, yeah, I know I said I don't like him. It was a dare! The kiss wasn't as special as I thought it should be. It was smooshy and wet and...just plain weird. He turned all red afterwards. Tina and Mercedes think he likes me, but they're crazy. Kurt and I are just friends- Besties Till Death. Nothing more.
Freshman year: "I like Kurt. Well, kinda. Mostly I like Noah Puckerman. I know, why would Noah Puckerman ever look at me when he's dating a pretty little cheerleader like Rachel Berry? Well, he doesn't. I just stare after him like some crazy stalker, but so does Artie, so at least I'm not alone."
Every tub was filled with pictures and yearbooks, notes and drawings, depicting everything she could even want to know. The summary of the whole thing was, she was a dorky little girl whose best friend shared on and off romantic feelings with her, and with their three other best friends, shared distain for the cheerleaders (particularly Rachel and Brittany. Santana was included mostly by her association with Brittany) and jocks (with the exception of Noah in Quinn and Artie's cases).
She even found out what had become of the teachers, thanks to her freshman yearbook. Sue Sylvester had indeed become the replacement for her world's Mr. Schuester. She was the optimistic Spanish teacher and Glee instructor. Principal Figgins had became Coach Figgins. Coach Tanaka had become the guidance councilor. Ms. Pillsbury was the principal of McKinley High. And Mr. Schuester? Oh, Mr. Schue... He was coach of the Cheerios. Now, THAT was something out of the Twilight Zone.
Quinn let the "memories" file away in her brain, before reaching for her phone.
Hey Kurtsie. Dad + Daddy outta town. Wanna catch a movie? she typed.
A minute later, she received her answer: Sure thing Quinny. C u in 10. :)
Invitationals were coming up and all Rachel could seem to do was run to the bathroom to puke. It was disgusting. Not just the puking, although that was pretty bad. It was the humiliation-the feeling of having everyone's eyes follow her as practice had to be halted AGAIN because of her. The worse look of all was Noah's. Oh, Noah. So innocent, so naive. And so sweet.
He loves me. Rachel said, whenever he held her hand.
He loves me. Rachel said, whenever he talked about the baby in hushed tones, so as to not draw attention to the parents-to-be.
He loves me. Rachel said, when ever she felt the urge to peak at Finn.
He loves me. But...do I love him?
Noah felt weird. How did Mr. Tanaka seem to know about Rachel and the baby? Did guidance councilors, like, bug lockers and classrooms to spy on students? But, besides the eerie feeling of being stalked, Noah felt inspired. If he stuck with Glee, he could get a great job and support Rachel and Jack. That's what he wanted to name their kid. Jack-or Jackie-Daniels.
He walked into the choir room early and wasn't suprised to find Quinn Fabray practicing alone. Quinn was such a hard worker-he really admired her for it.
"Hey, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Noah asked playfully. Quinn jumped, her blond hair flying up. But she regained her composure quickly.
"I could ask you the same question." she said with a chuckle. She met him at the piano. "What's on your mind?" she asked.
"Just the...nothing." he said. Quinn was nice and funny and a good listener and all, but Rachel would kill him if he told anyone about the baby.
"Uh, ok?" Quinn answered, staring at the Jewish boy as if he had grown an extra head.
"So, uh, what's up with you?" He asked.
The blonde sighed. "Too much. I'm so tired. With rehersal and practically having to figure out the choreography myself, I'm almost streched passed my limit."
Noah hedged. If Quinn quit New Directions, he couldn't get that music scholarship Mr. Tanaka had told him about. He had to de-stress-ify her. But how?"
"We should go bowling." he blurted. Quinn gave him the extra head look again. "Well...when I get stressed before a big game, I go bowl a few frames. Who knows, it might help you." he amended.
Quinn pondered it. "Well..." she began. "It couldn't hurt. Sure, tonight at seven. See you there."
The game consisted mostly of Noah making fun of Quinn's lack of skill and Quinn protesting that she's just rusty. When they broke for pizza right before their last frame, the score stood at Noah: 127, Quinn: 89.
"Shut up Puckerman, I don't need to win."
"Uh-huh, that's just what losers tell themselves to sleep at night."
They spent the night teasing and laughing and Quinn had not felt this at ease since her wish was granted. Being with Noah in this world was easier then being with...ANYONE in the other world.
She had felt the tension too. How could she not? There were times when they'd spend whole minutes staring at each other while hoping the other wouldn't notice.
They ate in silence for a bit. "C'mon. It's your last ball." Noah stated, nodding his head toward the lane. She nodded and followed him away from their food. She took a deep breath and let her hand and momentum guide the ball toward the pins...Strike!
She and Noah cheered and they hugged each other in ecstacy.
They pulled back, just slightly. There was the tension again.
But this time, Noah acted on it. He kissed Quinn.
She felt weird. He tasted like HER Noah, er, Puck. But he felt like...he felt like Finn. Too soft and too gentle. Not...passionate enough.
She broke off. "Wh-What about Ra-achel?" she asked, her voice cracking oddly at the cheerleader's name.
Noah hesitated before saying, "I don't know what's gonna happen in the future. All I know is, right now, I wanna spend more time with you."
She smiled and hugged him back, not aware of Noah's guilty expression as he held her.
AN: C'mon ya'll, you know the drill.