Where Dreams Take You

Chapter 5

Rachel POV

3 days ago…

"Would you hurry up so we can get on the road, we don't gots all day." Rachel peeked out from behind the luggage she was carrying and saw Santana staring up from the driver side window. "No way gayberries, you two can't pack all that luggage in this car." Rachel stumbled toward the car and dropped the bags at the curb.

"San, I need all of this." Rachel whined.

"I'm not going without my moisturizer." Kurt complained.

Santana glared at them both as she climbed out of the car and reached for their bags, unzipping Kurts and dumping the contents on the sidewalk as he cried out loudly. "You need this…" She picked up a couple of his shirts. "This will do…." She grabbed his hygiene bag and began putting it all into the small duffle he was carrying, dumping everything else back in the suitcase. "And that'll do ya Hummel, get in the car." Kurt started to complain loudly but when Santana gave him the death glare he quickly climbed in the backseat, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Rachel stared wide eyed as Santana dumped her bag onto the curb, again grabbing only the things she found appropriate. She held up a pair of lace panties. "Hot. Hudson is lucky I feel sorry for his dick." She tossed the panties into the bag and pushed the rest of the stuff, unorganized and messy back into the suitcase. "Now take this back up to the apartment and then get your ass in gear, I plan to be on the road in five minutes whether you are in the car or hanging on to the bumper."

Rachel quickly carried both bags back up to the apartment, tossing them in through the door and quickly closing it behind her. There was no way she was letting Santana take off and make her chase the car. She was back on the curb with a minute to spare and the foursome finally took to the road. The first few hours weren't too bad. Santana and Quinn took turns driving every couple of hours while Kurt and Rachel kept everyone "entertained" by singing showtunes from the back seat until Santana finally silenced them when she announced that the next person to talk would have to take the graveyard shift for the night drive.

Of course Kurt was the first one to break the "No talking" rule and that was how he and Rachel ended up sitting in the front while Quinn and Santana snored loudly from the back at two in the morning. "This sucks. How come we have to drive through the night? What I wouldn't give for a hot towel and a moisturizing mask." Kurt was grumbling as Rachel stared out the window, watching the small towns passing by.

"Well if you would have kept your mouth shut instead of pointing out that Santana was driving THREE MILES over the speed limit we would be sleeping right now."

Kurt rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath. "You don't want to get a speeding ticket."

"People are trying to gets some shut eye back here so I'm gonna ask for some shut up from the front seat." Rachel looked back to see Santana peeking out from her eye mask before plopping it back down on her face and nuzzling against the car door.

"Where are we?" Rachel heard a soft voice from behind her and looked back at Quinn. "Not sure. Haven't seen much in a big city in a while." Rachel responded as she looked out into the blackness of the night, trying to find a sign.

"COW!" Kurt shouted and Rachel's head snapped toward him as she watched him brace his arms against the steering wheel and she jolted forward as he applied the brakes quickly and the car started to veer off the road.

"HOLY SHIT. We're gonna die and I'm not wearing any underwear!" Santana screamed from the backseat as the car slipped into the grass beside the road and the back tires spun out from behind them causing the car to spin in the other direction. Rachel was gripping the door frame, her knuckles white as she held on for dear life until the car came to a stop just in front of the ditch.

There was silence between the four of them as none of them moved an inch, staring forward as they all processed what had just happened.

"We almost hit a cow." Rachel said, breaking the silence. "A cow." She repeated. She heard laughter from behind her. Suddenly everyone was laughing in the car until Kurt spoke up.

"Wait a minute…you aren't wearing underwear?" He was glaring at Santana. "Gross."

Santana rolled her eyes and Rachel opened her door. "We need to see if we can get back on the road." They surveyed the damage, mostly just mud caked along the side of the car from the tires spinning out on the side of the road but it looked like everything was fine and they should be able to get back to the drive with no complications.

"Are you alright? You don't look so good." Rachel noticed Quinn staring at the ground holding her stomach.

"I don't feel so good. I think the spinning did it because ever since we stopped I feel like I'm going to…." Suddenly she lurched forward and vomited. Kurt was standing rigidly in front of her as the liquid hit his shoes, his face immediately draining of color.

"Oh God tell me that didn't just happen. How bad is it?" He was staring up at the sky, refusing to survey the damage on his shoes.

Rachel reached over and rubbed Quinn's back. "Kurt, your shoes will wash." She turned back toward the girl doubled over beside her. "Are you alright Quinn?"

Quinn nodded and wiped her mouth, looking up sheepishly at Kurt. "Sorry." Rachel opened the door and helped her back into the car.

"Ok that's it, everyone back in the car. Enough sightseeing for the evening." Santana said cheerfully as she climbed back into the backseat.

Kurt rubbed his shoes on the grass and then got back into the car. "Fine, let's just get there so I can take a hot shower." They pulled back onto the road and continued toward their destination but they didn't get far before they found themselves being forced to stop again.

"What is that sound?" Kurt turned down the volume on the radio and Rachel listened until she heard a clicking and then a clomping noise. Kurt saw a small town and quickly turned off the road, following the lights until they got to a gas station.

"We're going to get eaten for dinner here!" Santana exclaimed as she exited the car. The door opened and a large, bald man wearing overalls came toward the group, wringing his greasy hands on a towel he was carrying in his hands. Rachel was pretty sure he was missing a few teeth and she stepped back to grab Kurt's arm.

"Its bit late. You youngens not causin trouble here areyas?" The man spoke in what Rachel first thought was some other language but quickly realized it was some form of broken English. She pushed Kurt forward.

"Uh..Um, no sir, no trouble, but our car…Our car is making an awful sound after we had a small accident." Kurt stuttered out.

The man looked them up and down and then walked toward the car. "You's been tearin up someones farm with this thing?" he grumbled as he wiped his hand through the mud on the passenger door.

Kurt's mouth dropped. "No sir. We don't do that kind of juvenile stuff for fun. We almost hit a cow." He said, offended.

"Ah shit. Merle's cows musta got out 'gain." He looked over at Kurt. "You pop the hood, now."

Kurt quickly jumped into the car and Rachel jumped when the hood popped and she walked away from the car toward Quinn who was still looking pale and leaning against the garage wall. "You feeling any better?"

Quinn shook her head. "Not so much, no. That accident really stirred me up. I just feel like throwing up again." Rachel stepped back. "I won't throw up on your shoes." She said with a slight smile.

Rachel looked up and saw the small store was open next to the gas station. "Come on, lets get you some water or something." The pair headed in to the tiny store and started walking the aisles.

"Well isn't this place just a small slice of deliverance." Rachel heard Santana say as she walked into the store. Rachel walked over and grabbed her hand, yanking her down the aisle as she gave a small, nervous grin at the cashier.

"Would you be quiet and not insult anyone while we're here?" Rachel scolded the Latina as they started gathering up supplies for the trip. They spent the next few hours sitting on the porch by the small station, drinking mountain dew because it was the only drink they offered and something called a ho-ho. Quinn still wasn't doing very well and after the third trip to the side of the building to empty her stomach she disappeared back into the store for some more fluids.

"Something tells me we aren't leaving for the night." Rachel proved to be right when they were advised that the part needed to fix the car could be ordered by morning and they were nice enough to show them into town to stay at the inn. Kurt spent the night complaining after tripping over what he was calling a "Flock of chickens" and dropping his cell phone into a puddle of mud in the parking lot.

"Who has chickens just roaming free like that? We should sue, do they have any idea how much this iPhone cost me?"

"Who are you going to sue? It's not like the rooster lays golden eggs, you nimwit." Santana rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head. "Now can everyone shut up so I can sleep?" she groaned, her voice muffled under the pillow.

It was quiet for a few minutes. "That's not funny Quinn. Stop fucking around." Rachel sat up in her bed and looked over at Kurt beside her, shrugging as she looked back at Santana as she spoke again. "Quinn, cut it the fuck out." The bathroom door opened and Quinn leaned her head out. Rachel stared back at Santana.

"Did you call my name?" Quinn asked and Santana sat straight up in the bed screaming. Rachel heard a crash as the lamp on the table fell to the floor and Kurt hurried out of bed to flip the overhead switch.

Santana was standing at the head of the bed, her hair standing on end. "It's in the bed. Oh my God it's in the bed. Something touched my feet!" She squealed and everyone watched as the covers moved on their own until something brown came scurrying out of the covers.

"MOUSE!" Kurt screamed as he jumped onto the closest chair. "OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING TO GET RABIES." He screeched.

Rachel looked up as Quinn slammed the bathroom door shut and Rachel stood against the wall frozen.

Suddenly Santana screamed loudly and jumped from the bed. "That's it; we're getting out of here now."

They spent the rest of the evening at the garage, waiting until the sun came up as they all huddled together on the steps. "Whose stupid idea was this anyway?" Rachel complained and everyone turned to look at Santana who shrugged and turned away from the group.

It took six more hours until the part they needed arrived and they were back on the road. None of them speaking for miles on end. Everyone was staring out their windows, deep in thought. They drove the rest of the day and night, trying to make up as much time as they could, each taking turns at three hour shifts to drive.

Rachel looked in the rear view mirror as Santana and Kurt sat huddled together in the back seat, his face nestled between her breasts. Rachel couldn't stop the laughter and looked over at Quinn who was sitting stone faced in the passenger seat beside her. "I think it's a mating ritual of gays, Kurt's wearing her boobs as his beard." She said with a laugh, but Quinn didn't respond, her gaze still miles away as she stared at the trees as they passed them by.

"You alright over there?" Quinn broke her stare and looked over at Rachel.

"Oh um, yeah." She said softly.

"I miss Finn too. I know it's not easy being away from your husband and I could see how Noah would be…."

"I'm pregnant." She cut in and Rachel almost veered off the road. "I'm pregnant, Rachel." She repeated with a tearful stammer.

Rachel stared at her. "Oh my God, how long have you guys known?" She asked quickly.

"I've known for…" She looked at her watch. "Ten hours, thirteen minutes, and ten..no twelve seconds." She said solemnly. "I bought a test at that gas station. That's what I was doing in the bathroom during the whole mousecapades event." She said with a chuckle.

Rachel lowered her voice. "Oh my God. Are you….I mean…how do you feel?"

Quinn sighed. "I don't know. I didn't plan this…I mean…we didn't plan this. We've talked about having another baby but…he's always on the road." Her voice trailed off. "I didn't want to be a single mom in high school. I sure don't want to be one now." She said with a frown.

Rachel didn't know what to say. Noah loved touring. He loved the band. But he loved Quinn more than anything, but having a baby while the guys were on tour wasn't going to be easy and she knew Noah wouldn't just bail on the band either. The two rode in silence until they reached their destination and she gave her an unspoken squeeze of her hand before they woke up the two in the backseat to announce their arrival.

Present time….

"Quinn's pregnant? Holy shit." Finn said, his mouth agape.

"You can't say anything until Noah knows." Rachel made him promise.

He leaned toward her and wrapped her into his arms. "I'm just happy you made it here in one piece. You have no idea how much I missed your face." Rachel melted into his embrace, she had missed feeling him surround her, missed feeling his warmth.

"I missed you so much Finn." She whispered against his chest, finally feeling like she was home again.