(1)

"Mom…uh…Lea…wait! Don't go in there!"

Quinn scanned for Lea's next line but was distracted by the flickering of the TV. She concentrated on the screen as flashes from cameras caused Jenna to flinch as she waved to the fans lined up along the red carpet.

Santana threw an empty water bottle at Quinn. "Hey, remember me? The girl you're helping run lines? Could we get back to that now? I'm going to lose you when Rachel arrives…so try not to waste any more time."

Quinn traced her fingers across the page and read, "But Charlie is waiting for me. He said it was important."

Santana wrung her fingers together in agitation. "But…I need to talk to you first."

Quinn tossed the script on the coffee table. "I think you've got your lines down, Santana."

Santana glared at Quinn. "You promised to help me. Ryan keeps changing the scene and I'm having trouble keeping the dialogue straight. If I fuck this up…I might as well wave a sad goodbye to my role on Glee."

With a groan, Quinn picked up the script and searched it until she found where she'd left off. "Whatever you have to say to me will have to wait. Charlie is the most important person in my life. I'd be nothing without him."

Santana closed her eyes and wrinkled her forehead. "Fuck! I always forget the next line…and it's the most crucial part."

Quinn read the line for Santana: "Lea, you have to believe me! What I have to tell you is more important…" Quinn trailed off in the hope that Santana would pick up the dialogue.

"Oh, right!" Santana smiled. "What I have to tell you is more important…I know this is going to sound strange…but I'm your adopted daughter. I've come back from the future to stop you from going into the pool."

Quinn glanced at the TV as another limo pulled up to the curb. But Rachel wasn't inside that one either, so she focused on Santana again. "How is your ear? Brittany convince you to see a doctor?"

"My ear is fine," Santana responded curtly. "I think Rachel enjoys torturing me. I don't buy her 'I'm very stressed out and am sorry that I keep missing my cues' bullshit. She just wants to see me dive into that pool over and over again."

"She's been pretty tense lately." Quinn reached for her drink before turning back to Santana.

"It's one fucking line, Quinn! I jump into the pool to stop Charlie from proposing and Rachel says, 'I don't believe in time travel.' How hard is that?"

Quinn moved a lock of Santana's hair out of the way so she could get a better view of the girl's swollen ear. "That…looks awful."

Santana batted Quinn's hand away. "Yeah, well, you try getting attacked by a fucking swan."

Quinn nodded sympathetically. "Do you think it was the lasers that set it off?"

Sighing, Santana said, "I don't know! Maybe. I don't fucking care, honestly. I wish Ryan would scrap the scene. How ridiculous is it to have Charlie propose in the pool while lasers shoot out of fucking nowhere and swans swim around him?"

"I suppose there will be some in the audience who find that romantic. Charlie took Lea to play laser tag on their first date and swans are her favorite animal. Charlie is on to something, I guess. It shows he pays attention to Lea." Quinn tried not to stare at Santana's ear. Who knew swans could be so vicious?

Santana absentmindedly touched her ear and winced. "But…he doesn't really listen to her! That's the whole point of my character coming back from the future. Lea is terrified of water…and she reminds Charlie of that all the time. Yet he chooses to propose to her in water!"

Quinn flipped to the back of the script. "So…why does she say yes?"

"How should I know! All I care about is that my character has to stop the proposal. Because, twenty years into their marriage, Lea decides that she should've said no. Charlie shouldn't have made her get anywhere near that pool. She was blinded by her love for him." Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn.

Nodding again, Quinn sketched out the rest of the plot. "Enter adopted daughter who comes from the future to stop the proposal that eventually wrecks her parent's marriage."

"Exactly!" Santana pulled out her phone. "Hold that thought…I have to Tweet."

Quinn watched for Rachel to appear on screen. It was the night of the premiere of the Glee concert movie, which was being broadcast live on E! The network also had a crew in place in Lima to capture local reactions to the event as well as to show Chord touring the empty lot that was the future home of the Glee amusement park. Quinn side-eyed Santana. "Are you upset that you're not at the premiere?"

Santana looked up from her phone. "Nope. Ryan doesn't want anyone to ask questions about my ear. And I could use the rest." She grinned at Quinn. "And, anyway, someone has to be on Tweet duty."

"How much do you earn per Tweet?"

"Oh, they don't pay me like they do Rachel. I get a certain amount of screen time based on my number of Glee related Retweets. I'm almost up to my first solo." Santana appeared quite pleased with herself.

Quinn faced the TV once more and her heart rate sped up. "Fuck! How did I miss her entrance?"

Santana crossed her arms and frowned as she watched Rachel being interviewed on TV. "She's very small…maybe you lost her in the crowd."

Quinn grabbed for the remote. "Shut up…I was too busy gawking at your ear to pay attention."

"Don't blame my ear for your negligence," Santana huffed.

Quinn put her finger to her mouth in a hushing gesture and both girls faced the TV. Quinn turned up the volume so that they could hear Rachel. "…And it is extremely unfortunate that the case had to go to court. I meant no harm." Rachel smiled politely.

Santana laughed. "I can't believe someone sued her over that. I mean, come on, it…"

Quinn and Santana both jumped a little as a loud (very loud) voice called out Rachel's name.

"Oh my God, that woman," Quinn breathed out as Dianna Agron embraced a clearly startled Rachel. Quinn had not told Rachel that she'd identified her stalker. And she hadn't let on to Dianna that she knew it was her leaving Rachel the notes. But showing up to Rachel's premiere? And interrupting her interview? Maybe Quinn should've said something to Rachel.

Quinn stared hard at the TV as Dianna kept reaching up and touching Rachel's ear. Rachel slouched beside her in obvious discomfort and bewilderment.

"The fuck is she doing?" Santana scowled. "She really seems to like Rachel's earrings."

Quinn motioned for Santana to be quiet as the interviewer asked Dianna how long she and Rachel had known each other. Beaming, Dianna replied, "Oh, this is actually the first time we've been formally introduced." Rachel nodded mutely.

Dianna continued, "But Rachel is a real role model of mine. She's the epitome of a strong, independent woman."

Santana fell off the couch in a fit of laughter. "Is she serious, Quinn? Is she?"

Quinn kicked at Santana as she listened to Dianna: "The other day, during a flight, some random guy kissed me and my first reaction was to wonder what Rachel would have done in that situation. So, I pushed him off me and told him to leave me alone. Usually, I'd have blamed myself for something like that. But not since I've known about Rachel."

Santana cackled wildly from the floor and Quinn finally lost it and joined her when Rachel – apparently still at a loss for words – simply gazed at Dianna with continued confusion outlining her features.

Santana wiped at her eyes. "Oh my God, I think someone has a crush on our own little Rachel Berry."

Quinn sat back on the couch with one final giggle. "Yep. I bet Ms. Dianna Agron could give Rachel's stalker a good run for their money."

(2)

"We need to talk about your gay arm."

Quinn quickly opened a new tab on her computer. She didn't want Rachel to catch her on any real estate sites. As soon as Rachel let go of her half of the studio, Quinn was planning on moving as far away from Rachel as possible, so long as she could still easily commute to the studio. Tomorrow was the day Rachel had promised to sign the paperwork. All Quinn had to endure was one final date with Finn that evening.

Keeping her tone light, Quinn asked, "What do you mean by gay arm? And why aren't you on set?"

Rachel glared at Quinn's chest. "Here's a question for you: Why are you wearing that shirt?"

Quinn glanced down. "Because I believe in the cause."

Rachel stalked to the bedroom. "No, you do not. I saw you kill one the other day."

"That one landed directly on me," Quinn answered succinctly.

Rachel threw a shirt at her. "Change. Now. Is there anything you won't do lately to piss me off?"

Removing her Save the Spiders shirt, Quinn replied, "I'm just trying to keep you laughing, Rachel. Calm down."

"Just because I Retweeted someone who ate a spider to get me to Tweet them does not constitute me endorsing the killing of spiders. And I most certainly did not mean for that other guy to eat a tarantula, end up in the ER, and sue me and FOX studios for endangerment of health." Rachel swallowed a Xanax as she tossed Quinn's Save the Spiders shirt into the trash.

Treading carefully, Quinn said, "It was unfortunate. I sympathize with you." She pulled Rachel into a hug.

Sighing against Quinn, Rachel relaxed ever so slightly. "Ryan let me leave set so that I could talk to you about your gay arm before your date with Finn. He's been analyzing the photos of you and Finn. And he consulted some outside sources…you definitely have a gay arm."

Quinn was baffled. "How is my arm any more or less gay than the rest of me?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't get it until Ryan showed me the pictures. Your arm is so…rigid. And you're forever putting your hand in your pocket and walking around that way."

Quinn's eyebrow rose. "Are both my arms gay?"

Rachel shook her head. "It appears that only the left one is gay."

"I see. And how do I go about straightening it out?"

Rachel sank down on the couch. "Just…relax your arm. And stop putting it in your pocket. Hold Finn's hand with your left hand. I think that might help."

Quinn shook her left arm back and forth. "All right. Whatever. It's only for one more night." Hesitating, Quinn finally asked, "How does Ryan still manage to exert so much control over the Glee set? Isn't he in New York scouting for his new project?"

Rachel flipped over on the couch so that her head was buried in one of the pillows. "He finds a way to be everywhere, Quinn. Here's an example for you: Yesterday, Jenna posted a picture on Twitter of her and a group of her girlfriends. Ryan made her take it down immediately. I mean, it couldn't have been more than thirty seconds after she posted it that he called her."

Quinn rolled Rachel over so that she could hear her better. "What was the problem with the photo?"

Rachel exhaled loudly before responding. "Jenna had a lollipop in one hand and a bag of Skittles in the other."

Rachel stopped talking. Quinn prompted her to keep going by flicking Rachel's wrist. "Ryan insisted that it could be construed as Jenna's way of endorsing the consumption of large and unhealthy amounts of sugar. Since kids make up a large portion of the Glee audience, he didn't want angry parents accusing Jenna of being a horrible role model who condoned unhealthy eating habits."

"But it was just candy," Quinn protested.

Rachel snorted. "According to Ryan, candy is the new cigarette. Jenna didn't make a fuss. She took the picture down and that was the end of it. So, Quinn, Ryan finds his ways. And he's especially ruthless these days. His reputation precedes him and he can't find a lead actress willing to work with him on American Horror Story. It's slowly driving him nuts."

"Bummer," Quinn remarked.

Rachel stood up and moved to the door. She stopped long enough to kiss Quinn on the cheek. "Gotta get back to the pool or Santana might kill me."

Quinn opened the door for Rachel. "How's her ear?"

Rachel paused on the steps. "Much better. But a swan went after her again today. I think the lasers really freak them out. See you after your date with Finn?"

"Absolutely." Quinn waited until Rachel's back was turned before she lifted her arm – the supposedly gay one – and gave Rachel's retreating form the finger.

(3)

Finn Hudson was a regular chatterbox. He liked to share his feelings. This is how Quinn had come to learn that he took Ambien so that he could sleep at night and that he still harbored an attraction to Rachel. She'd filed that information away until their last evening together.

Quinn could tell Finn was getting sleepy. She was thankful. And she was glad Finn remained as dumb as ever. He'd decided that the beer Quinn gave him when they first arrived back to Finn's hotel room was "really bitter." Quinn explained that it was a specialty brew and it was supposed to taste that way. She took a sip of her beer and smiled at Finn. Of course, her beer tasted fine, not bitter at all. But hers wasn't laced with two Ambien and a Xanax.

It had been Finn's constant talk of Rachel that had led her to this point. Quinn didn't like the way he kept referring to her as "the one that got away." It was more than enough to justify her current plan of action. Drugging him was merely the first step.

Finn favored her with his patented dopey grin. Santana always claimed it was Finn's mouth that drove her crazy. She stated that he constantly looked like a man who'd just had his first prostate exam and decided he might have liked it a little too much. But for Quinn…it was his eyebrows. The way they knitted together in puzzlement irked Quinn. Every…single…time.

Finn briefly shut his eyes before glancing back at Quinn. "You and Rachel, huh?"

Quinn eyed him blankly. "Me and Rachel what, Finn?"

"Are a couple." Finn was slurring his words now.

She titled her head at him. "A couple of what?"

Finn laughed. "You know…you two are together!"

"Together in what? Your logic is hard to follow."

Finn spilled some of his beer on his shirt. "Ha! Doesn't matter."

Quinn sat her beer on the table and leaned closer to Finn. "Ever do anything strange while on Ambien? Some people get up in the middle of the night and clean their entire house or cook meals."

There was that awful wrinkling of Finn's eyebrows again. "Nah, I just sleep. I'm kinda tired right now."

"I can leave," Quinn said with no real intent behind her words. She wasn't going anywhere. Not just yet.

"Stay," Finn said with a yawn. "Just gonna take a quick nap." And he fell back onto the bed like the beached whale that Santana had often argued that he resembled. Quinn finished her beer and listened as Finn's breathing grew steadily deeper. She walked over to him and snapped her fingers in front of his face. No response. She clapped her hands near his ear. Nothing. She shouted his name a couple of times. Nada.

She'd been in this hotel room at the conclusion of each date. Ryan wanted to make sure there were photos of Quinn actually "ending up" in Finn's room. She knew she'd find what she wanted lying on the bathroom counter. Whistling lowly, she picked up the electric razor and made her way over to Finn.

He even furrowed his brows in his fucking sleep. Time to put a stop to that particular Finn Hudson characteristic. Quinn bent lower and with one swipe of the electric razor, she shaved off one of Finn's annoying eyebrows. A second later, the other one was gone as well. And just because she could and he hadn't yet stirred, Quinn shaved a couple of bald patches in his hair.

Satisfied with Finn's new style, Quinn dropped the razor into his hand. She left him a note stating that he was sleeping so peacefully that she hated to wake him…and she hoped he had a safe trip back to Lima. She picked up the empty beer bottles scattered across the room to take with her (no point in leaving any evidence behind) and walked out the door.

She didn't really care if Finn pegged her as the one to have maimed his eyebrows. Or if he'd blame the Ambien. And if he did cry to Ryan that Quinn had ruined his self-proclaimed "boyish good looks," well, Quinn was fairly certain that Ryan would take care of the matter. Finn was no longer relevant to Ryan's agenda. He was, in other words, no longer in existence. As far as PR was concerned.

Quinn left the hotel and immediately shoved her left hand in her pocket. She walked all the way to her car that way and hoped someone captured a photo of her poor, misunderstood, rigid gay arm in action.

(4)

They signed the paperwork the next day. Rachel was obviously upset. Quinn had a bottle of champagne hidden in her refrigerator that she was ready to pop open as soon as Rachel left for work. But right after Quinn signed her name to the document; Rachel grabbed Quinn's arm and pushed her face-first against the wall.

Wide-eyed, Quinn struggled against Rachel. "What even are you trying right now, Rachel?"

In the deepest voice she'd ever heard from her, Rachel demanded that Quinn move against the wall. "Swirl your hips, Quinn."

"Wait, slow down, are you asking me to dry hump the wall?" Quinn turned her head toward Rachel but the other girl kept the rest of Quinn's body pinned securely against the wall. Rachel might be short and small, but she was extraordinarily strong.

Whispering into Quinn's ear, Rachel murmured, "In a moment, I'm going to turn you around and you are going to fuck me. But...you need to tell me that you love me when it happens."

Biting back her annoyance, Quinn said, "Again with the 'I love you' nonsense. Really? Must we? We've been doing so well not to take it there."

Rachel pressed her body more tightly against Quinn. "I gave you what you wanted. The dance studio is yours. Consider this my compensation."

Quinn managed to flip around to where Rachel's back hit the wall and Quinn's body anchored Rachel to it. "Wouldn't you agree that my time with Finn was your so-called compensation?"

"No," Rachel hissed. She shoved Quinn's hand down her pants and rocked forward so harshly that Quinn stumbled backwards the tiniest of steps. Rachel gripped Quinn's hair and jerked her closer. "I want to come, Quinn, and I need the relief. Move your fucking fingers inside me and tell me what I want to hear."

Rachel was so hot and insistent and forceful that Quinn did not dare go against Rachel's request. Honestly, she didn't want to say no.

Professing her love for Rachel had always been the best lie she'd ever told.

(5)

Quinn tried to find time the next few days to search for a new place to live. But Rachel had developed the odd and unsettling habit of showing up out of nowhere and demanding sex from her. Each time, Rachel commanded Quinn to say those three magic words that never failed to get Rachel off.

Quinn was beginning to think of it as a scientific experiment. Sometimes, she'd say filthy stuff in the attempt to make Rachel come. Quinn told her that she wanted Rachel to ride her face and come inside Quinn's mouth…but it was only when Quinn finished that thought (five minutes later) with an "I love you" that Rachel's body arched up with a scream.

On other occasions, Quinn tossed in some mundane details when she knew Rachel was close. "Hey, Rachel, we're out of milk and there's this weird smell coming from the garbage disposal." Rachel would stop moving and claw at Quinn's back in frustration. Quinn would then immediately lower her voice and drive her fingers deeper into Rachel as she said, "But none of that matters, right? Because I love you so fucking much. You should believe me. Believe me. I…love…you."

And Rachel always believed her enough to come.

(6)

Rachel's tears woke Quinn from a deep, drug induced sleep. Grunting, Quinn asked, "Why are you crying?"

Rachel faced Quinn from her side of the bed. "Dianna wants to adapt my first novel into a play. She mentioned it to me at the premiere. The only suggestion she had is that I change the name from its original title, Winter Waning, to Spring Awakening. She's gonna try to get it on Broadway."

Quinn linked her fingers through Rachel's. "So…what's with the tears?"

Rachel wailed, "I would be the perfect person to star in that play! It's from my book, after all!"

"Maybe Dianna could play the lead role. You, you won't be able to get out of your contract." Quinn yawned, turned over, and prepared to return to her land of dreams…

If not for Rachel's insistence that the conversation was not over. "Sometimes, Quinn, I think you are happy that my contract is so restrictive."

Quinn was glad that Rachel could not see the smug expression on her face. But she kept her voice level and syrupy-sweet. "Not true, Rachel, not even."

Rachel's voice was tired but firm. "I think it's super cute how you deny it."

Quinn grabbed Rachel by the shoulders and brought their faces close together. "You know what, Rachel? It wasn't me who signed that fucking contract. You're stuck. Stop bitching about it. You're only serving to irritate everyone around you…most especially me."

Rachel pushed Quinn off her and she exited the bedroom in a mad dash. She took it one step further by leaving Quinn's apartment altogether.

Quinn slept so well the rest of the night that she instinctively knew that, once she removed Rachel from her life completely, her sleeping routine was only going to get better. Much, much better.

(7)

Quinn had pilfered a few (not too many, though) Ambien from Finn. And, damn, was that shift effective. It knocked her out and kept her slumbering for 12 hours at a pop. But her brand new sleep cycle was interrupted one morning by the sound of something that resembled paper being ripped in half.

Stumbling out of her bedroom, Quinn halted in the doorway as she caught sight of Rachel. The girl was bending over a box and taping it shut – loudly – with packing tape. Well, that explained the noise but not the purpose behind it.

Quinn tugged at Rachel's arm. "What in God's name are you doing, Rachel? I haven't seen you in three days and you come back only to…" Quinn stopped talking. Maybe Rachel was here packing up her stuff. Perhaps Rachel was as ready to end their relationship as Quinn.

Rachel stretched her back and wiped a sweaty strand of hair from her face. Eyeing Quinn, she said, "I've already finished in the spare bedroom. I'm surprised that all the racket didn't wake you sooner…or maybe the pills have been particularly effective lately." Rachel smiled pleasantly at Quinn.

But Quinn didn't much appreciate that smile. It seemed too devious. And what did Rachel mean about being done in the spare bedroom? Nothing of Rachel's was in there.

Rachel started wrapping newspaper around the lamp in Quinn's living room. Quinn blinked several times until her vision was fully cleared. "Rachel…what is going on with you? Stop packing up my stuff. I haven't even found a new place yet."

Rachel graced her with that peculiar smile again. "I'm helping you get a good start. We're due in New York in two days."

Quinn plopped down on the couch and laughed a little. "You've totally lost me."

"Oh, Quinn, what were your words with regard to my contract? 'Stop bitching about it.' Am I correct that that's what you said to me?"

Quinn stayed silent as Rachel closed another box. Sitting on the opposite end of the couch, Rachel addressed Quinn. "I took your advice. Instead of bitching about the contract…I got myself out of it."

Quinn smirked. "How, pray tell, did you manage that?"

Narrowing her eyes and looking at Quinn coldly, Rachel replied, "As I'm certain you're aware…most actresses in the business refuse to work with Ryan…and he really needs someone to play the main role in his new show. If I found someone for him…he promised to let me out of the contract so that I could act in Spring Awakening."

Quinn hesitated. Thought about it. Dismissed it. "No way you told him that I'd do it! I'm not even an actress!"

Bitterness crept into Rachel's voice. "Aren't you, though? Haven't you been pretending for nearly two years that you are in love with me? That you keep my best interests in mind? So…you haven't been checking out real estate sites so that you could leave me behind as soon as I signed over the dance studio to you?" Rachel ran a hand across Quinn's knee. "You really should look into deleting your Internet browsing history."

Quinn stood up and moved toward the kitchen for a pill. Of any kind. She pointed her finger at Rachel as she passed her. "It won't work. I'll never sign a contract with that man."

Rachel seemed legitimately sad. "Sweet, sweet, Quinn, I gave you so many chances after I signed the studio over to you."

"Chances to do what? All I recall is that we fucked a lot." Quinn swallowed two Vicodin and shook her head at Rachel.

Tears trickled down Rachel's face. Rachel ignored them. "Chances to do the right thing and actually love me! Not just tell me with words…but show me! And…you wouldn't do it. You didn't even call me these past three days. Do you know how that made me feel?" Rachel picked up the packing tape and hurled it at Quinn. "Useless! Quinn, you made me feel useless!"

"And you retaliate with some stupid, unfeasible scheme? I'm not gonna be in Ryan's new show." Quinn moved to unpack one of the boxes.

Rachel shoved her aside. Her face was red with anger. "You don't get a choice. You already signed the contract. I forged your fucking name."

Quinn doubled over in laughter. "That, you little bitch, will never hold up in court."

Rachel lowered her voice and it took on an eerie, monotonous tone. "I dare you to question it. Go ahead, see how far you get. Ryan is ready for anything you might try to pull."

Quinn frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that, according to your contract, you put a lien against your apartment and the dance studio in favor of future earnings of the show. You agreed to have me supervise your comings and goings until you can get your drug problem under control. And, if you refuse to cooperate with the mandates set forth, Ryan is more than prepared to slander your name."

Quinn was having trouble understanding what was happening to her life. Fifteen minutes ago she was happily asleep. Now, she was living out some absurd nightmare. "Slander me? Rachel, I make it no secret that I sleep with a lot of women and, hell, lots of people have drug problems."

Rachel moved closer to Quinn. "Ryan is in the preliminary stages of concocting a rumor that you and Puck had a baby together in high school. Puck was willing to raise the child. But you? You were such a heartless mother that you never even asked to see the baby after you gave birth."

Quinn's only response was hysterical laughter. "That is beyond illogical! Any number of my friends could prove that story false."

"What friends? Brittany: Still not terribly close to you and does everything Santana tells her. As for Santana, she's on my side, I'm afraid. If I leave Glee…she becomes the female lead. It's a win-win for her. People in Lima? They say the words that Ryan puts in their mouths. The only true friend you have is me."

Badly shaken and startled now, Quinn countered, "I'll call my father. He'll…he'll help me."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Will he now? I doubt that, dearest. FOX PR finds it best to declare to the world that your parents are dead. Your parents moved from Lima two days ago to assist in the fabrication. The character you play on American Horror Story also lost her parents. It's a way to relate your real life to the show."

Stunned, Quinn leapt forward. "Fuck off, Rachel! You can't control me." Quinn ran toward the door. But Rachel blocked her.

Easing a struggling Quinn back toward the living room, Rachel gritted out, "Ryan and his team will be here in a few minutes to help us pack. We're going to have a lot of fun in New York, Quinn. I believe that you should live with me in my apartment…that way I can keep good progress of your drug problem…just like I do in LA. The only thing that'll change is the scenery."

Quinn fought to maintain her balance as Rachel half-shoved, half-waltzed her across the apartment. She wrenched free and was nearly at the door when it swung open to reveal Ryan Murphy and a large number of his assistants. Quinn launched herself at his face. She clawed at his cheeks as he screamed and sputtered for help.

Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist and held her firmly away from Ryan. "Don't struggle, Quinn. Things will go easier on you if you accept your fate. And life will be so much better for you when you realize you are, in fact, in love with me." Rachel motioned for someone to come closer and she took a syringe that had suddenly appeared in their hand. She violently plunged the needle into Quinn's arm as Quinn doubled over in shock and pain.

Rachel eased them both to the ground. She ran her fingers soothingly through Quinn's hair. "Ryan used to give me this medicine sometimes. It relaxes you." Quinn could already feel herself drifting. Rachel's words were faraway and meaningless.

She fell asleep listening to Rachel promise her that she was going to love New York. She was going to love Rachel. Everything was okay. They were about to have their Spring Awakening.

*The End*

AN: 75% of this chapter is based on Twitter conversations and a particular (ahem) Tumblr. The remaining 25% is Crazy!Rachel in action. I'll admit that the ending of this story is much darker than you might have imagined as you read the rest of the chapters…and the first part of this chapter. I think, in part, it's a reflection of how I feel about canon Glee at this point.

I had a lot of fun with this story. And I have to say a MASSIVE thank you to those certain few on Twitter who have read the story and enjoyed it enough to get creative with it. I'm happy to have met you, my Tweet peeps.