Title: A Moment of Clarity
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,534
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel; mentions of Santana/Brittany
Fandom: Glee!, FlashFoward
Summary: A crossover between Glee! and FlashFoward. Rachel and Quinn have a FlashFoward of being together, this is how they deal with it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee! or FlashFoward. I am not taking credit or money for this. I am only borrowing the ideas and characters.

Chapter Four;;
One Month After The FlashForward

"Do you want to know what I find weird?" Santana asked, sprawled out on Quinn's bed, Brittany next to her.

"What?" Quinn asked from her computer. She had been spending all weekend on the Mosaic website that had been created by the FBI after the FlashForwards. She was looking for something that would prove that the FlashForwards would either come true or not.

"The fact that you never talk about your FlashForward, but obsess over that damn website."

Quinn paused at Santana's words and then turned to face her. "It's not strange." Quinn said trying to convince Santana as much as she was trying to convince herself.

Brittany laughed. "Even I can tell it's weird Q."

Quinn shrugged her shoulders and closed out the Mosaic website. Santana was right, just a little bit. She was obsessing.

"What happened in yours?" Quinn asked, looking over at her two best friends.

Santana shrugged her shoulder while Brittany flushed red. "We were together." Santana said.

"That's descriptive." Quinn mumbled.

"We were in Santana's bed...talking." Brittany said quickly. "It was over pretty fast."

Quinn looked from Santana and Brittany and back again. "What were...you doing?" Quinn asked, aware of how their FlashForward sounded.

Santana shrugged. "It's not a big deal. We hook up sometimes is all Quinn." Santana said, even though Quinn was already aware of that. "It was different though..." Santana looked at Brittany.

Brittany nodded in agreement. "Yeah... you were...nice." Brittany said smiling at Santana.

Santana rolled her eyes and looked back at Quinn. "Stop trying to change the subject. Spill Quinn." Santana demanded, sitting up on Quinn's bed. "What happened?"

Quinn let out a sigh. There was really no stopping Santana when she was like this. "I was with Rachel Berry."

"Glee, Rachel Berry?" Brittany asked.

"Yes Britt." Quinn answered, avoiding Santana's gaze.

"What were you doing with Berry?" Santana asked.

Quinn shrugged and look away from both Brittany and Santana. She really did not want to be having this conversation. "Nothing." Quinn said, knowing that Santana would figure it out in a minute. Santana was pretty quick on the draw.

"Oh my God." Santana whispered, her voice filled with amazement and excitement.

"What?" Brittany asked looking from Santana and Quinn and back again.

"Quinn!" Santana exclaimed, standing off the bed.

Quinn rolled her eyes and took hold of the gold cross hanging from her neck.

"What?" Brittany asked, still not picking up.

"You totally did it with Berry in your FlashForward!" Santana smiled smugly, walking towards Quinn. "Turns out you are just like the rest of us."

"I'm not gay." Quinn said quickly. "And we didn't do it." Quinn finished, whispering the last part.

"I'm not gay." Brittany piped in, sounding like she was five. "I just like San is all."

Santana rolled her eyes. "You haven't yet...but you will. The FlashForwards are going to happen."

Brittany nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, they'll happen."

Santana nodded and walked back to Brittany. "Yes, yes they will." Santana sat down back next to Brittany and kissed her on the cheek.

Quinn watched the pair as she twirled the gold cross in her fingers. She wanted to be happy like they were. She wanted to be as sure of herself.

And as much as Quinn really wanted to fight it. She wasn't happy like that with Finn. She wasn't sure if she ever would be.

-

Rachel turned down the instrumental track that was playing from her stereo as the knock on her door grew louder.

Rachel had been in the process of recording her daily video for her MySpace proile before she had gotten interrupted by the loud knowing on her bedroom door.

"What?" Rachel asked over her shoulder. She knew that she had told her dads to not bother her.

"Someone is here to see you." Ray, Rachel's dad, yelled through the door.

"Who?" Rachel asked, trying to figure out who would be here to visit her. No one at school liked her and it wasn't like there were that many other people around Lima.

"The same 'no one' from last week!"

Rachel threw open the door and stared at her dad. "what?" She asked.

Her dads nodded at Rachel before walking away. Rachel ran her fingers through her hair, her heart pounding.

"Okay." She whispered to herself before making her way to the front door.

She could not believe that Quinn Fabray was actually at her house.

Rachel pulled open the door and stared at the blonde, who was still in her Cheerios uniform.

"I just got out of practice." She said, as if she had been reading Rachel's mind.

Rachel nodded, not sure of how to respond to Quinn standing in front of her, outside of school. Willingly.

"So...you want to come in?" Rachel asked, stepping aside.

Quinn nodded and walked in. "So, what are the odds that this thing will actually happen?" Quinn asked.

Rachel shrugged, shutting the door behind Quinn. "No idea. They say they'll happen though."

"I told Santana and Brittany yesterday." Quinn said quickly, turning around to face Rachel again.

Rachel stared at Quinn, a little shocked, even though she should be . Those three told each other everything. "Oh."

"They're cool about it." Quinn said and turned on her heel, walking around Rachel's living room.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, watching Quinn, her arms crossed over her chest.

"San and Britt are...close." Quinn answered.

Rachel numbly watched Quinn. Santana and Brittany?

"Really?"

"Yep." Quinn collapsed on the couch. "Who have you told?"

Rachel shook her head. "No one."

"Of course not."

Rachel let out a sigh. "What are you doing here Quinn?"

Quinn looked away, holding her necklace in her hands. "I don't know."

Rachel moved towards Quinn and Quinn jumped off the couch. "I should just go." She said.

Rachel shook her head. "No. You can stay."

"This is weird."

Rachel nodded in agreement. It was weird, she couldn't argue with that." I know."

"See you at Glee." Quinn said before Quickly leaving Rachel's house.

Rachel stared after Quinn, wishing she knew what she could say or do for Quinn, to make this all better.

-

The next day at Glee, Quinn walked into the room quickly. She was the last to arrive and she took her regular seat next to Finn.

Mr. Shue smiled at Quinn as she sat down and then clapped her hands as she took her seat. "Okay class," Mr. Shue stared, but Quinn just tuned him out.

She looked over Finn's shoulder at Rachel, who was sitting by herself her hands in her lap. She looked so sad, it made Quinn a little sad to look at her.

She wished she hadn't been such a bitch to her the other day, but she couldn't help herself. She was confused and messed up about this whole thing. Quinn didn't know how to treat Rachel. Quinn hadn't even liked Rachel up to a month ago, when that stupid FlashForward took over her whole life.

Quinn heard someone clear their through and she looked up to see Santana looking down at her, a smile on her face. Quinn rose her eyebrows at Santana, a silent question and Santana just shrugged.

Quinn shook her head and turned back to Mr. Shue who was still going on and on about Sectionals and how much they had to be prepared.

-

After school Rachel made her way towards the football field. She knew it probably was't the best thing to do, but she was going to watch the Cheerios practice.

She had seen how Quinn had been looking at her during Glee and Rachel couldn't get it out of her mind. She had to get more of Quinn, Rachel had to be around her more.

Rachel made her way up the bleachers and sat towards the back, her eyes glued on the girls covered in red and white, twirling and moving around on the grass.

"What are you doing Berry?"

Rachel looked up and saw Puck coming her way. "Why aren't you at practice?" Rachel asked, not expecting to see Puck in the bleachers.

"I faked sick as soon as I saw you. What are you doing here?" Puck sat down near Rachel.

Rachel looked back toward the Cheerios and then on Quinn, who was on top of the pyramid. "I'm just watching."

"I thought I told you to stay away from Quinn." Puck said.

Rachel shook her head. "Noah, you don't scare me."

Puck shrugged a shoulder. "Fine. But I'm going to sit here the whole time you are."

Rachel rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the Cheerios. She could easily ignore Puck, it wasn't like it was that hard when her eyes were locked in Quinn.