A/N: Sorry, I've been in such a writing slump for so long. I know this chapter is really short, but I'm hoping that I will be able to update more frequently if I keep the chapters shorter. I don't know, it's a new theory.

I had a dream that night. I couldn't really remember any of it, but it left me with a feeling that will always stay with me. It's a hard feeling to describe, but I know everyone's felt it before. It's like this weird tingling throb all through your body, a kind of pulsing warning to tell you that something is wrong. Sort of like when you're about to throw up. Sometimes I still feel like I'm about to remember the dream, but when I try to focus on holding on to that thread of memory, it snaps and disappears before I can get anything out of it. It's probably best that I never remember it.

The dream must've caused me to toss in my sleep because instead of waking up with Rachel sprawled out on top of me, like usual, my full weight was pinning her down. My head was on the pillow, forehead pressed to her temple and nose against her cheek, while the rest of my body laid on top of her. She was making the strangest noise somewhere between a muffled moan and a throaty clicking sound, and still drowsy from sleep, a panic broke over me that the story Rachel had told me, about the obese girl who suffocated her boyfriend was coming true. Of course I wasn't anywhere near obese, but I was so much taller than Rachel's tiny frame that sometimes I thought her to be more fragile than she was.

I sprang up with a start, gasping loudly with wide fearful eyes as I sat back on my heels. My abrupt movement caused her to sit straight up in bed, eyes as wide as mine, while trying to speak. I stared back at her blankly, momentarily stunned by the sight of her, forgetting that I had knotted a tie around her mouth before we fell asleep, and began to laugh uncontrollably. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Obviously she had forgotten about it too, and when she tried to speak and nothing but mumbles came out, her eyes crossed as she tried to look down and see what the problem was.

I pulled the tie down from her mouth, letting it hang loosely around her neck and managed to contain my giggles as I said, "I thought I was squishing you to death."

"You weren't squishing me at all," Rachel said, laying back down and pulling me on top of her, "I like feeling you on top of me. It's warm and I like your weight on me."

I leaned down and kissed her, my hips moving against her on their own, and I glanced over at the clock to see how much time we had before we had to leave.

"How much," Rachel asked, a smile across her lips and eyebrow raised.

"How much what," I asked, deciding to play innocent.

"How much time to we have before we have to get up," she said, "I know that's what you were doing."

"I just wanted to make sure we weren't late," I said, giving her nose the gentlest of bites, making her wrinkle it and grin shyly.

"So you weren't thinking about anything naughty," she asked, skeptically, her hands teasing my bare hipbones.

"Maybe for just a second," I admitted, "but we should probably give your body a bit of a rest. I mean, last night was pretty-"

"Yeah," she said, biting her lip and running her fingers down my cheek, "It was definitely... I think I may be walking a little funny today."

I smirked a little before she wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me tight against her, until I had no choice but to rest my full weight on top of her. We laid like that for as long as we could, entirely content to do nothing but hold each other, as sappy as that sounds, before finally prying ourselves apart and getting ready for school.

Rachel did walk funny that day. I tried not to laugh as she worked so hard at keeping her movements normal, but they were anything but. I caught Finn's confused dopey face as we walked to our lockers before first period, and he said, "You got a charlie horse, Rach?"

She blushed and it was adorable, but before she could come up with an excuse my alter-ego spoke up, "We had rough sex last night."

Finn's reaction to my abrupt statement was quite mixed. Somewhere between embarrassed, angry and jealous. All three sounded in his voice as he glared at her and spat out, "I thought you were waiting until you were 25?"

Rachel chuckled softly, pursing her lips as she gave me a sidelong glance, "I was waiting for someone who loved me unconditionally."

I smiled back at her, giving her hand a squeeze and swinging it lightly.

"I did love you," Finn argued and it was actually kind of nice to see him knocked off his high horse for once. Especially when the one who was dealing the blows was Rachel.

"You don't know what unconditionally means, do you," Rachel laughs, but before he can answer, she was tugging at my hand and continuing down the hallway.

For some reason my heart swelled, maybe it was because somewhere in there I still had a fear that she was harbouring feelings for him, but it prompted me to wrap my arms around her as she opened her locker and squeeze her tightly. I gave her ear a kiss and whispered, "I love you."

"We are such a good looking couple," she responded, and i laughed lightly as I caught our reflection in the mirror at the back of her locker. She was right.

Rachel had to meet up with her biology lab partner during our free period, so I took the opportunity to sneak out to my car and give my sister a call. There were horrible butterflies in my stomach the entire time I searched my address book and while it was ringing I found myself praying that there was no answer.

"Northwest Ohio Psychiatric Hospital," a bubbly woman from the other end of the line greeted. The tone was sickening to me, but I supposed that if you didn't keep that frame of mind, you would get locked up along with the others.

"I would like to speak to a patient, please. Kaylee Pierce."