Disclaimer : I don't own Jesse McCartney's song Beautiful Soul that I used in the last chapter. And, I do not own Glee.

Quinn : Are you alright?

When I hit send, I felt something bad and I had no idea what it was. Maybe it was just because I had woken up from one of my worst nightmares ever, or maybe there was something bad that just happened.

I waited for a few minutes, but there was no reply. I scanned my room impatiently, just wanting the time to go faster and for Rachel to answer, but nothing. There was nothing at all. I briefly thought that she was sleeping but after the dream I just had, I just knew that something was very wrong here.

Quinn : Rachel?

I tried again, but there was still no answer. That made me even more worried about this whole situation.

Quickly dialing Noah's number, I waited for him to answer my call.

"The hell? Fabray, are you drunk? It's past midnight."

"Shut up, Puck, you weren't sleeping anyway."

"Damn right. Sup?"

"Rachel reached her door, and went into her house when we dropped her off, right?"

"Yeah... Why?"

"She's not answering my messages"

I heard a muffled laugh and shook my head

"Of course she isn't. It's past midnight, Quinn. Get some sleep, you're just being paranoid" he chuckled.

"I'm not paranoid. I just woke up from this really bad dream and now I'm freaked out for Rachel"

"You're paranoid."

"And you're unbelievable ! Can't you just take me seriously for one second?"

"Woah, chill out. I'm sure Rachel is fine. Now just go to sleep. If she doesn't answer you in the morning, I'll help you, promise."

"How honest, Puck. If something bad happens to her, then I'm blaming you for not believing me sooner"

"Whatever. Night, Fabray"

"Goodnight"

Then he ended the call, and I just listened to the beeps that repeated themselves until they came to an end. I kept the phone next my ear, thinking of all the bad things that could be happening to Rachel right now. But that just made everything worse. I couldn't even move because I was so stressed about about this. I can't lose her, not now. Not after our only date.

"Damn it" I shrieked when I felt my phone vibrate on my ear.

I impatiently opened the message folder with trembling hands, hoping that it was Rachel. But when I read the name, it wasn't. It was Santana.

Santana : I'm coming over. I'll be there in 5

My eyes opened wildly while reading her message. She can't possibly come over at this time. I'll get killed if ever mom catches her.

Quinn : No way.

Santana : Too late, I'm already on my way. No turning back, right.

Quinn : Make one noise and I'll kill you.

Santana : You love me.

I was too annoyed to even answer her last message. So instead, I tried, with success, to get out of my bad and to push myself into my wheelchair. Everything was getting easier now that I was trying all of this alone, but going to the toilets, having showers were still the most complicated things I've ever done in my life. Who knew that just taking a shower would demand such hard work and effort?

That bad feeling struck me again. Is Rachel alright? The bad dream that I previously woke up from was stuck in my head and I couldn't possibly think straight anymore. Even though the ideas that flew around in my mind were absolutely crazy, they were still entirely possible. And that was what frightened me the most.

I heard a car reach the driveway and hurried to the door, not wanting Santana to knock, or, even worse, ring the doorbell. When I quietly opened the door with a swift move, I could see that Santana had already raised her fist to knock the door. I sighed and then scowled, "Were you seriously going to knock the door?" I huffed.

She just looked at me and rolled her eyes, "I ready to bang on the door if ever you didn't come and open, it's freezing out here, let me in" she said, pushing her way into the house. "How did the date go?" she asked, taking a seat on one of the sofas in the living room.

I rolled over to her and smiled, thinking back at out wonderful date, "It was incredible. We kissed" I said, practically feeling that Santana was smirking.

The Latina made a few gagging noises and then said, "Does she kiss well?" out of the blue.

"I-... Santana !" I exclaimed, incredulously.

"Maybe I'll just find out myself one day. What I know is that she's always twirling her tongue around whenever she opens that mouth of hers to sing" she shrugged.

I just shook my head, "Incredible, San, just incredible. Look, if you came over just to say that, you can leave now" I said, annoyingly crossing my arms over my chest. I had more to worry about at the moment, I have no idea if Rachel is alright and I'm about to have a heart attack.

Santana probably noticed that I was looking tense so she said "Something wrong? Q?" sounding concerned for me, which was a change.

I rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't going to tell if it was just to receive some snarky comment coming from her, which I was almost sure of. "Just forget it" I snapped.

"Hell no. You're acting as weird as hell, so you tell me right now before I snatch those words out of your tongue."

"Wow, thanks, Santana, how nice of you." I sighed. She was just waiting for me to tell her, so I figured that it wasn't a big deal anyway, she wasn't going to help me. "Rachel isn't answering her phone. Puck and I drove her back home, and when I arrived I forgot to text her, then I had a bad dream and I woke up with this feeling that something's wrong." I explained.

"Is that all?" she asked.

I flipped my hands into the air and sighed, "See why I didn't want to tell you? I knew that you wouldn't care. San just... Just go now. if you're not going to take me seriously then just leave, I'll deal with this on my own."

Santana muttered what seemed like a few curse words that I didn't quite get because she talked in Spanish, but then she shook her head, "You're coming with me. We're going to see Berry" she said.

I looked at her in complete and utter shock until my face lit up, "You would really do that?"

"Sure, but please don't thank me, it would make me feel nice."

I let out a light chuckle and questioned her, "But what if my mom starts looking for me?"

"Chill, that's not going to happen" she said, lifting herself up from the sofa and walking over to the door, "Are you coming or are you just going to sit there expecting my to find out what's up with your girl on my own?"

Shaking every bad thought that were flying around in my head, I rolled my wheelchair over to the door and shot a glance up the stairs, then rolling my wheelchair outside and closing the door behind me. I stopped when I reached Santana's car and she stood on the other side of the vehicle, "San, you have to carry me into the car" I sighed, really wanting to do this alone, but it was unfortunately impossible, even though I started to feel my legs again.

"Seriously?" she huffed in annoyance, "Fine." Santana stated, walking over to my side of the car and awkwardly picking my up from my wheelchair to set me into the passengers seat. She stuffed the wheelchair into the backseat and then started driving.

For some reason, being in a car at that moment didn't seem right to me. Because I was going to look for Rachel. My destination would be wherever Rachel was. Just like the wedding day.

I just shivered at the thought of having an accident as I sat deeper into the car seat, watching out for any bright lights that could possibly reassure me, among the frightening and dangerous darkness of the night. But it didn't work. Focusing on random things didn't work either. It just made me even more stressed out since I wasn't fully paying attention to the road.

Suddenly, I saw something like a faint shadow crash into Santana's car, "San watch out!" I exclaimed, pointing to the road.

The car wheels screeched as she slammed her foot on the brakes, probably even more stressed than I was at that moment. The car halted just next to a stop sign and we both looked in front of us. There was nothing.

"What the hell, Q?" the Latina yelled, smashing her head onto the steering wheel, taking a deep breath in before lifting her head to look at me, "What the fuck was that for, Quinn? Are you trying to get us killed? Have you lost your freaking mind?" she exclaimed, motioning her hands back and forth, left and right as I just stared at her.

I couldn't really hear what she was saying, I could just see her mouth open and close, but I didn't hear any sounds come out of it. But then realization hit me. I just hallucinated. I imagined that shadow, crossing her car's path. I got freaked out at this whole driving situation. This was my fault. We could have gotten into an accident and it was my fault, because of the things that I'm seeing now and then.

Lowering my vision down at my knees, I let out a few muffled sobs before covering my eyes with my hands. Oh boy I felt so stupid at that moment. Stupid, reckless, and confused. All at the same time. Tilting my head back up so that I was now looking at Santana, I mumbled, "Sorry. I'm so sorry" to her.

Looking at me, her face instantly softened. "What has gotten into you, Q? Something on your mind?" she asked. "First the stupid dream and now you're acting all weird and paranoid? The hell, Quinn?"

"I just... I thought there was something that crashed into the car... I don't know, San, these bad dreams and now hallucinations are freaking the crap out of me. Every since that accident, I can't seem to think about normal things. I can't think straight..." I explained.

"Course you can't think straight, you're gay for Berry. Now pull your shit together, there's nothing to worry about" Santana said, giving me a few light taps on my knee. Which I felt. My knee jumped at her touch and the Latina looked at me with wide eyes, "You felt that?" she asked, tapping harder.

"Ow! Yes, S, I felt it. Now stop hitting me, it's already painful enough as it is." I scowled.

"You didn't even tell me" Santana, said. I could't quite figure out her expression ; If she was being serious, and hurt, or if she was only joking, so I just sighed and said, "I was worried about Rachel, I didn't get the time... Could we please hurry, now?" I asked, politely, motioning to the dark road in front of us.

Santana nodded and said, "No more weird stuff, alright?". I didn't answer, so she just started driving again until she parked her car in front of Rachel's house. She rushed to get me out of the passenger seat and she put me into my wheelchair before rolling me to the front door.

Once we were at the door, I had no idea what to do, and seemingly, neither did Santana. It would be rude to disturb the Berry's while they're sleeping, but at the same time, what if something actually happened to Rachel? They would be happy that someone had come to tell them. Oh well... I lifted my hand to ring the doorbell but I stopped as soon as I Santana nudged me. "The hell?" I asked before watching her raise her hand to point at Rachel's window upstairs.

I moved back with me wheelchair and looked at her window, with was open. But what reassured me was that she was there, also, smiling at me. "What are you guys doing here?" she whispered, letting out one of her cute laughs.

Shaking my head, I looked up at Santana, who had crossed her arms over her chest, probably thinking that I was crazy, thinking that Rachel would be in trouble. "Sorry, San" I mumbled.

"Whatever, Q.- Berry, Quinn had some sort of lame-ass dream about you, or some shit like that, then, she went paranoid and thought something went wrong with you. So here we are. Could you at least come down to like, thank her for worrying about you and promise her that you guys will have sex. Maybe she'll forget about all of her dreams if you give her a mind-blowing orgasm, which I don't think you're capable of. Oh damn it, I need to get that vision out of my head. I think I'm scarred forever, now." she said.

My cheeks started reddening once she started talking about sex. I didn't even look at Rachel right then, probably because I was already too embarrassed and that I didn't want her to see me as red as a tomato. But wait, it's dark and the only light there is is the one above the front door, she wouldn't be able to see me. So, I looked up, and to my surprise, she wasn't even there. "I think you frightened her, San." I grumbled. "Where'd she go?" I asked.

Before she got the chance to answer, the front door opened, revealing a very... Less-clothed Rachel Berry. The petite brunette was in blue shorts and a gray hoodie. I couldn't help but look at her bare, tanned legs, with my mouth wide opened. Shit.

"Cut the crap, Q. Stop drooling and pick your jaw up from your knees, don't you see that you're making Berry embarrassed" she said, but when I shot a glance at her, she was also eyeing Rachel's bare legs.

I had to snap out of it, and fast. "Quinn, my eyes are up here" Rachel giggled, even though when I focused on her face, she was lightly blushing.

"Sorry" I stated, slapping Santana's elbow to get her to stop staring.

"Geez, Berry, you never told me that you have a hot body !" she said, then widening her eyes and turning away brutally, "You never heard that" the Latina said, whispering a few curse words under her breath. "Hurry up Q, it's late and I still have to get you back home." Santana finally said.

I nodded and shuffled to look at Rachel, "I was worried about you" I said, holding my arms out so that I could hug her. She moved forward and bent over so that she was now in my arms. I held her tight, not wanting to leave her because I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. I didn't want those dreams to become real all of a sudden. I didn't ever want to lose her. She felt so warm, and she smelt of fresh fruits. "Why didn't you answer me texts?" I whispered into her ear.

Rachel pulled away, and I instantly missed the contact. But when she started laughing I couldn't help but smile at her sweetness. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing, really. I just left my phone in Noah's car." she explained, focusing her eyes on mine, "You were worried about me?"

"Of course I was... I thought something bad had happened to you. And I didn't want to lose you.- I don't ever want to lose you, Rachel." I stated. We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before the petite brunette said, "You'll never lose me. Don't worry about that" with a determined nod.

"Enough with the emotional talk. Q, lets go" Santana said, rolling her eyes at me.

Not even breaking my gaze from Rachel, I said, "I guess I have to go now. It's getting late and you need to get some rest" I smiled.

Rachel bent down once again, and, thinking that she was going to hug me, I raised my arms only to let them fall flat down on the wheels of my chair as I felt her lips gently touch mine. It was only a quick peck but it meant a lot to me, and I even felt a shiver run down my spine, fireworks shooting upwards.- No, I do not care how cliched that sounded.

Beaming at her, I turned my wheelchair around to face Santana, "Let's go, then" I told her.

While she pushed me back to her car, Rachel said, "Thank you, Santana, for your time"

"Whatever, Berry" she grumbled, even though I noticed that small tug on her lips, almost revealing a smile. But she just glare at me when I smirked at her with a knowing look.

When we were both in the car, the Latina started driving back to my house, and she didn't stop mocking me about how long I stared at Rachel's wonderful legs.