A/N: Thank you for such an amazing response! This chapter is a bit of a run up, I've included a fabathroom scene and I hope you like it!

Thank you to superflyse for all the help with editing!

Chapter One: Baby steps

Quinn bolted from the auditorium the second the stage lights went off. She couldn't figure out what was going on and freaking out was a complete understatement for what Quinn was going through right now. She headed directly to her locker, fumbling with the lock combination. When she finally yanked it open her breath hitched and her eyes widened as she looked inside, all her most recent pictures were gone, there were a few of her with Santana and Brittany and one of her with Finn. It wasn't right, she was supposed to have all those memories stored in there. There was no way that any of this was possible, there was just no way.

What the hell is going on! She wanted to cry or scream, maybe both, she wanted to do something. Her head was spinning, she fell back into the lockers and slid down until she reached the floor, she stared ahead of her in a daze. Quinn had faith, of course she did, because that's what she was raised with and she believed in God. Yet, she never believed that her prayers would ever be answered, especially not like this because she also believed that she wasn't worth it.

She bit her lip to muffle her whimper, she just wanted to go home.

Her head fell back against the lockers and pulled out her phone, looking at the time and date in the corner of the screen. It didn't look right, then she figured out why. The background on her phone had been changed from the Cheerio's picture back to one of herself and Finn. She was disgusted with the thought of dating the boy again, dating any boy again in fact. She tried to consider the possibility of it being correct but why her? Why should she have been given another chance to re-do her life? What had she ever done to make this a worthwhile investment from God?

The blonde put her phone back and as her hand grazed her stomach she froze after feeling the small bump. I'm pregnant. Now she was sure of where she was, or more importantly when she was. It's Sophomore Year, why the hell was I sent back here? She couldn't understand as to why send her back but not to before the pregnancy. She wasn't upset about it, in fact if it weren't for her being overwhelmed with confusion then she'd probably cry with happiness.

Quinn squeezed her eyes shut and took several long breaths. As the first tear fell she tried to blink it away, she wanted to stay strong but how could she when she's lost everything, it was all gone. She had to re-do her life again and sure she could change her mistakes but some of those mistakes made her who she was today. More tears fell, she wiped them away with the back of her hand, she wanted her mom and her real mom at that. It took some time but she began to calm down, she was lucky as a seconds later she heard the sound of heavy footsteps drawing closer, she groaned but got to her feet, she didn't want anyone to see her like this.

"Babe? Why did you run off?" Her head jerked around to see Finn looking down at her withhis dopey grin. She wanted to stomp on his face, she really wanted to, but she resisted the urge. If this was all real and all her math equalled up then he was still her boyfriend right then and was completely oblivious to the fact that she despised the boy and the fact he wasn't the father.

"Bathroom, pregnancy and all that." She spoke quickly.

"Oh. Okay then, I have football now so I'll see you later." He replied, bending down for a kiss. She sucked in a breath and allowed their lips to meet in a quick kiss, she pulled a face the second his back was turned, pulling out her tongue.

"Gross." She muttered under her breath, but knowing that the boy was with her and not Rachel made it better as she remembered where she was just headed before the time warp happened. The ex-cheerleader watched Finn's tall frame walk down the corridor and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth chewed on it nervously, knowing that she had to tell him the truth soon, she couldn't live that lie over again.

"What's up, Baby Momma?" She rolled her eyes at the name, knowing who it was that had just appeared without even having to turn to look.

"Puckerman." The blonde said sharply. Remembering that this boy wasn't the same as who she'd just left behind. This Puck was immature and cared only about himself, he still needed that push before he became more responsible.

"I just wondered If you were ready to dump Finn yet and have another go with the Puckasaurus?" He asked flirtatiously, but his attempts only made her gag. How did she ever like this boy, sure he was sweet in the end and was one of her best friends but how did she not notice she was Gay for Rachel Berry, until nearly a year later.

"Get lost, not interested." She waved him away and marched out the door. When she ended up outside she paused on the spot, just looking at her car. A flash of memories washed through her, the crash, the last time she saw this car and the mess it had become. The teenager flinched and stumbled backwards, looking around for anyone to give her a ride home. There was nobody, she was alone, again.

The walk home was tiring, she wasn't used to it and the fact that she was reluctant to even return to her old home made her sick. She knew exactly what she'd find the second that she opened the door and her guesses were right as she stepped into the living room she spotted the older woman in the far corner of the room, sitting in her usual chair, a glass of what looked like the old standard gin and tonic in one hand and the television remote in the other.

She remembered all those times she'd found her passed out on the couch and had to carry her up to bed or when she'd walked in on her father trying to wake her up because he expected his dinner and his own drink to be made.

She put on a brave face and smiled, "Hey mom."

"Quinnie," She looked up, her eyes a little bloodshot, "your father will be home soon, dear."

"Okay" she replied, as she started to make her way back she hesitated at the door, "Mom?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I love you" She said, feeling her heart breaking as the thought of the last memory of her mom screaming her name ran through her head. No, this woman was not her mother, well not the one that was finally free from her husband, after she threw him out when she found he had cheated on her. But it would be eventually be and for now, she could pretend, just so she'd feel a little more at home.

"...I love you too honey." The woman replied her speech a little slurred and puzzled, her forehead wrinkled but she ignored the strange behaviour from her daughter and returned her attention to her programme, "Dinner will be ready soon."

Quinn nodded in response and then ran up the stairs to her bedroom, closing it gently behind her. She walked over to her bed and crawled under her covers, taking her stuffed lamb into her arms and pulling it close.

She was terrified and had no idea what to do. Quinn knew that there was nobody that she trusted enough to tell, anyone she did would call her crazy, so what should she do? Baby steps. She told herself. Deciding to take it one day at a time, hopefully she'd eventually find answers or a way to accept that she'd been sent back in time to change whatever she did wrong to result in her death. It sounded weird to say but Quinn Fabray had died and she'd been brought back to stop it.

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Quinn woke up to the sound of shouting and grimaced, this had been her normal wake up call for as long as she remembered, well, until she was kicked out of course. Her father would always pick a fight every morning, over something her mother had done wrong or not done to his standard and then yell about it over breakfast. The pregnant teenager tip-toed over to her wardrobe, careful to be quiet so she would avoid any confrontation with the hateful man.

She picked out her yellow sun-dress and a matching headband, hoping to catch Rachel's eye that day and make a new impression. She still didn't understand what was going on but that wouldn't stop her from being herself, even if it would confuse some people. She looked in the mirror and pulled a face at her long hair, she preferred it short and made a plan to get it cut as soon as she could.

Grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she rushed down the steps and leaving the house with not so much of a goodbye to either of her parents, there wasn't any point as she'd just be used as someone to blame and end up being late for school.

She strolled into the school and when she arrived at her locker she placed her books inside and pulled down the picture of Finn, crumpling it up in her hand and tossing it into the closest trash can.

A Fresh start.

Quinn spotted Santana together with Puck on the other side of the corridor and bit back a laugh as she saw them flirting, she knew full well that the Latina was probably thinking of Brittany in that moment and as sad as it was that they had to hide, she did find it a little funny seeing her go to so much trouble in order to pretend it wasn't the case.

When the bell for the start of her first lesson went off, she jumped into action and began to root through her bag for her timetable and found she had Spanish with Mr. Shue. The blonde headed towards the class and as she entered she noticed Kurt and Mercedes sat in the corner chatting quietly to each other. Knowing she had to start somewhere to win her friends over, so she went to accompany them, sitting on the desk just in front.

"Morning." she smiled and turned in her seat and started to get her books ready, but is seemed as if she was unwanted as the divas looked at each other with a startled expression.

"Why are you talking to us?" Mercedes got straight to the point, "Whatever you're playing at, we're not fooled."

"I'm not doing anything, all I said was good morning." Quinn tried to assure her. The ex-cheerleader was upset by her friends attitude and although she knew that this wasn't her Mercedes yet, it still didn't make it hurt any less.

"So you want to sit here? With us?" Kurt looked at her skeptical of her sudden changed attitude.

"Yes." Quinn nodded, "I promise, they'll be no funny business."

"Whatever you say" Mercedes sat back in her chair with a scowl.

"I'm just trying to be nice" the ex-punk replied, she crossed her arms and faced the front again. She made a mental note to try and put a stop to all the slushies but then again she wasn't the HBIC any more so there was a good chance that she'd end up getting her very own slushy facial just for asking.

"What are you doing, Q?" It was Santana and she was looking at the two behind her with a scowl, "Why are we sitting here?"

"Oh, well I thought you'd be sat with Brittany so I was just coming to sit with Kurt and Mercedes." She shrugged and tried to play it casual, it didn't work .

"Britt isn't in this class, what the fucks gotten into you, huh?" The Latina sat down next to her but her glare didn't falter, "Well, c'mon Tubbers, what's with you?"

"Nothing," Quinn all but growled, "and don't call me that!"

"Well, it's good to see you back, Q" Santana chuckled, "I thought we'd lost you for a minute there, I was gonna go all Lima Height's on your ass."

"Whatever, just shut up and let me take my notes." The blonde slumped forwards, she hated this, she hated all of it. She wanted her friends back, not these versions of them. She was in a mood and luckily she knew she had a free next, so she was going to try and hunt down Miss Berry to cheer herself up.

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Quinn spent the first ten minutes wandering around the empty corridors in order to find the girl, she wasn't in the choir room or the auditorium and so she walked into the bathroom. Their bathroom. Her eyes fell onto the brunette's purple stained face and top the second she entered, she gawked at the girls naked shoulder as the singer tried to wipe off as much of the slushy as she could. The time traveller groaned quietly and stared openly, wanting nothing more than to walk right up to the girl and lick every ounce of her body clean right then and there.

She shook her head and tried to shove the thoughts into the back of her mind, she knew that whether she wanted it Rachel didn't and so she cleared her throat.

"Hey." She said breathlessly.

"Q-quinn" Rachel stuttered looking at the girl for only a second before turning away again in a huff, "come to gloat?"

"What? No!" Quinn yelled, shocking herself by the outburst and muttered an apology.

This startled the diva, she found it incredibly strange behaviour and she wondered if she was about to be made a fool of again, maybe hidden cameras or something. She quickly looked around the room to be sure and when she was she tried to read the pregnant girls body language but it told her nothing.

"What are you doing in here then?"

"I-I... Well, I was looking for you actually." Quinn said with a look of love and admiration. "I was wondering if you had a moment to talk?"

"Um, yes, okay." Rachel nodded, unable to find the words to explain the way her high school bully was watching her.

"I just-" She hesitated as she realized that this Rachel wasn't even her friend. She couldn't exactly tell her she had fallen so deeply in love with her that every time she had tried to tell her about how she felt, she backed out because she became so scared of loosing her that she'd prefer to have her as a friend and suffer rather than lose her entirely. "-I want to tell you that..." She imagined the reaction and Rachel saw the flash of pain and sadness in the blonde's eye, "that I'm sorry for hurting you in the past, I'm going to try and be better."

With that she turned and shot out of the door, leaving an extremely stunned Diva behind.

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Glee was probably the worst part of the day, other than running into Rachel, when she sat down and looked around she noticed all the empty chairs. She missed the way that the choir room was a place where their family came together and were able to be themselves.

She missed seeing the newer members in the room, there was no Blaine, Sam, Sugar or Rory. Without them everything seemed so quiet and broken, she wanted to see her friends. She dropped into the seat beside Finn she zoned out of the speech Mr. Schuester was trying to give about the mash up everyone needed to try and work on for Miss Pillsbury's wedding, she stopped listening after that, she knew that it ended in failure anyway. Instead she thought about one of the good things about the different time period and that was seeing Matt again, she spent a good few minutes actually questioning is disappearance, she never had asked what had happened to him.

Later in the hour Quinn had ran out of things to keep her mind busy and away from thoughts of mounting the diva right in the middle of the room for all to see. It took so much to fight against the impulse to look towards the girl and in doing so she couldn't see that the singer was in fact staring at her with interest. Rachel could tell something had changed about the girl, she just couldn't figure out what exactly. Quinn's nervousness with the conversation they had earlier had intrigued her and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

When Quinn finally left the choir room, she felt emotionally drained. She was feeling so low about missing her friends that she didn't even bother to push Finn away as he kissed her goodbye. The blonde was stumped, everything was going the way it had done before with a few changes thanks to herself. All she'd been thinking about was the accident and the thought had never occurred to her to just try and accept it. Sure, she was still going to try and find an answer but she'd been given a second chance at her life and although right now she was still taking baby steps she knew that she held the future in her hands, to fix it the way it's supposed to be.

Question: Who do you want as Quinn's best friend?

Next chapter: Jealous!Quinn and some changes by the blonde... Please review and tell me your thoughts it makes me write faster!