She continued walking down the street. She had no idea where she was going but she had to figure out a way to finish what she had come here to do. She suddenly had an idea. The man who invented the time machine, Al Motta was living in Lima at this time if she remembered correctly. She found a phone booth and looked through the phone book for his address. She recognized the street name and hoped that street names hadn't changed that much in the past 18 years. It was only two blocks away so she walked down the street until she arrived at the front door. She knocked a few times before a young dark haired man who looked about 40 years old opened the door.

"Sugar! It's about time," he said with a smile as he opened the door and let her come in. Sugar looked surprised and followed his gesture.

"How do you know my name?" Sugar asked with a confused look on her face.

"You don't think I would just invent a time machine and not give it a go myself did you?" Al replied with a smile. He could tell she was confused so he led her into the kitchen and pulled out a bar stool for her.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as he pulled out some bread and lunch meat. Sugar nodded. He made her a sandwich and put it on a plate and sat it down in front of her.

"You should eat." Al smiled at her and nodded towards the plate.

"Tell me what's going on," Sugar said sternly.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it," Al said with a smirk.

"Try me," Sugar replied as she took a bite of the sandwich. She realized it was ham and swiss cheese, her favorite, as she bit into it.

"Okay, so you see, the future me invented a time machine. The future me then used said time machine to go back in time and teach the current me how to build it but gave me strict instructions on the years that I could build the time machine. So, I built the time machine according to plan. But why build a time machine and not use it? So, I got in the time machine and travelled forward a few years, just to see what was going on. I went by my house and saw you knocking on my door. Of course, future me had already told me what was going to happen, just so I wouldn't freak when it did. And that's how I know your name," Al explained. Sugar sat and stared at him for several seconds. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"I know it's a lot to take in at one time," Al said, "Just take a few minutes and let it register."

"I'm pretty sure it's registered. I'm not as dumb as I look," Sugar snapped back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Al apologized.

"No, you didn't, self-diagnosed Asperger's," Sugar said as she rolled her eyes. "Is there anything you don't know?"

"I don't know why you're here," Al replied.

"Oh," Sugar began. She decided she probably shouldn't tell him the whole truth because he might try to stop her too, just like Rory had. "I am doing a project and I thought it would be great to experience what high school was like in 2011."

"Well, Sugar from the Future, you are welcome to stay here as long as you like. We need to get you enrolled at the school though first thing tomorrow morning. I figured you'd be staying here for a while so I set up a bedroom for you upstairs," Al said as he motioned for her to follow him up.

"Uh, by the way Al, your time machine is broken," Sugar explained as she followed.

"No it's not," Al replied, "Yours is." He smirked and led the way again.

Sugar assumed that Al knew a lot more than what he was admitting to. "Can you fix my time machine then?"

"Now, if I did that, it would be screwing with the space-time continuum," Al replied, "Something tells me you should stick around a little longer. Things will work out exactly how they are supposed to. Just wait and see. Good night." Al slowly shut the bedroom door behind him and Sugar sat down on the bed.

Sugar had never been so confused in her life. She knew that this Al character knew a lot more than what he was telling her, but she also knew that he couldn't tell her what happened because that would change the future. Rory had said something about a ripple and how one change affected so many other things. Rory….she wondered where he was right now. She was determined that she was going to find him the next day. She couldn't see him right now, she was too angry. She laid down and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Rise and shine," she heard Al say as he opened the door to her room. Sugar opened her eyes and all recollection of the previous night's events came rushing back. For a moment she thought she had dreamt it all until she realized she was still in Al's house.

"Towel's in the bathroom, clothes are in the closet and breakfast is going to be on the table," Al said with a smile. Sugar wondered why she hadn't noticed how comforting his smile was the night before. She showered and found an outfit that suited her perfectly in the closet, wondering where he had gotten all of these clothes. She decided not to ask any more questions and went down to the table where Al was putting food on her plate.

"So how is the school going to believe that you are my dad? We don't even look alike," Sugar asked as she sat down and began eating the food off her plate.

"I adopted you after your parents passed away in a plane crash. Your father was my best friend and business partner and he asked that I take you in and make sure you get all of the assets from the company when you are old enough," Al explained. He seemed so sincere with his story, that Sugar started to believe him for a split second.

"You're really good," Sugar said as she took a drink of the orange juice next to her plate. "So, do you have any kids for real?"

"Yes. I have a son named Jason. He lives with his mother in New York," Al said. Sugar could tell a hint of resentment in his voice as he told her this.

"How old is he?" Sugar asked.

"17," Al replied. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Al spoke up. "Well, enough about me, let's get you to school so you can start your research." Sugar nodded, wondering why he had started to shut down when she brought up his son. They soon arrived at the high school and made their way inside. It was strange seeing the school like this. The walls were brighter, there were students walking throughout the hallway, the floor wasn't dusty and it didn't smell old like it had the night before. They walked into the office and Sugar saw Rory talking to the desk assistant. She wanted to rush over and hug him the second she saw him, but she remembered that she was still supposed to be mad at him about not wanting to help her.

"Look, I don't see any transfer papers here so unless your parents fax them to us today, you can't attend the school," the assistant argued.

"Oh, I think you dropped this," Al said as he walked over and handed Rory an envelope. Rory looked at him confused and saw Sugar standing behind him. She nodded for him to take it.

"Thanks," Rory said as he took the envelope and handed it to the desk assistant.

"Okay, everything's here then. Let me print your class schedule," the assistant said as she walked out of the room to the printer.

"Rory, meet Al Motta," Sugar said with a smile. Rory shook his hand still trying to understand what was going on.

"I know who you are," Rory said shocked at what was in front of him. "How do you two know each other?"

"Look, long story short, she found me in the phone book. I know the whole story though so need to explain," Al replied with a smile.

"Where are you staying Rory?" Sugar asked curiously, trying to hide any emotion her voice that would let him know she wasn't angry anymore.

"At your mom's. I told them I was a foreign exchange student and they are letting me stay there," Rory replied. Sugar started to feel really bad that she hadn't stayed with him or found him before this morning and had just left him to figure out where to go by himself.

"It's for the best Sugar. It would look pretty suspicious if I suddenly brought in two random kids and signed them up for school," Al explained. She nodded in agreement. She didn't know why she trusted him so much. He could be some creeper for all she knew. She handed all her paperwork in to the desk assistant that Al had given her and the woman printed her class schedule. Rory waited for her in one of the chairs.

"Have a good day. I'll be here to pick you up later. Don't get into any trouble. I might have to ground you," Al said with a smile. Sugar laughed and he left her and Rory there to go to class.

"That man is strange," Rory said as soon as he was out of earshot.

"I know but he's nice. I can't get him to fix the time machine though. He told me I needed to stick around for awhile. What does that even mean?" Sugar said as she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you'll learn something," Rory said trying to stay positive. Sugar just gave him a disapproving look and started walking to her first class. Rory caught up to her.

"What class do you have first?" Rory asked.

"English," Sugar replied as she started to become annoyed with him.

"I have math. So, I guess I'll see you at lunch," Rory said.

"Bye," Sugar replied without making eye contact as she turned the corner and walked into her first class. She opened the door. A tall woman with brown hair smiled when she entered. She handed her the form to sign stating that she had gone to her class.

"Hi, I'm Miss Jackson, the seats aren't assigned in this class so sit wherever you like."

Sugar looked around and saw an empty seat at the end of a row. She sat down and pulled out her notebook. Several students had started whispering and eyeing her from around the room. High school was already sucking big time in this world. No wonder her moms had said they hated it so much. She looked at the door as the bell rang and two cheerios walked in, their pinkies linked. She smiled as she realized who they were. It was strange seeing them at this age. They looked so carefree and happy. She hadn't seen the two smile so much since she was a little girl. Their love was young and careless right now. This was what it was before Artie knocked up her Mom. This was what it was before they had been devastated by the loss of Santana's first baby, before they had broken up because of her dad butting in and trying to get custody of her. This was what their loved looked like before she came in and ruined it. They walked over and sat down in the two empty seats next to her, giggling about something that her Mama S had just said. Santana noticed her staring at them and gave her a glare.

"Look you want to take picture or what?" Santana snapped as she crossed her arms and looked at the girl. Sugar just shook her head. She was almost hurt by the fiery Latina's attitude. Santana had always joked that she was the Sugar was who turned her sweet when she used to be sour. She definitely wasn't lying.

"San, I think she's new here. We should be nice so she joins the Cheerio's," Brittany said as she turned to the girl and smiled. "I'm Brittany." Brittany hadn't changed one bit.

"Hi, I'm Sugar, Sugar L-uh Sugar Motta," she said with a smile. Her Mama B was still sweet even back then. Even though she had heard she wasn't the nicest girl in the world, at least she was being nice to her. It was comforting to be near her even though Brittany had no idea who she was. Even if she was nearly twenty years younger, she still acted like her mom. She made the same corny comments her mom always did. Her eyes were the same shade of blue and her mannerisms were all the same. Santana was similar too, except more, sad. She seemed to be tense and uptight. That was, until she would look over at Brittany. She seemed to be mesmerized by her, like no one else in the room mattered. The bell rang, disrupting her thoughts.

Sugar wanted so badly to get up and hug them both as they left class without saying goodbye to her. She missed them so much.

She goes to lunch and an epic food fight breaks out in the middle of the Glee club's performance. Not exactly what she expected on her first day. They were really good. It might be a little harder than she expected for them to get her to join.

She decided there was really only one way to keep an eye on her moms. She had to join Glee club. But then she thought of an even better idea. If she could get them away from the club, then she would make sure her mom saw Artie less. The whole idea was ludicrous but she had to try it anyways. She walked through the halls and decided to make a phone call. She pulled out the old school cell phone that Al had given her and called him.

"Everything okay?" Al asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, I have an idea but I'm gonna need your help," Sugar began.

AN: Any feedback is appreciated! I love to hear what you all think of the story!