Chapter 4:

The nightmare

"Hi there!"

Kurt greets the pair and welcomes Quinn and Rachel into his apartment.

"Hi!"

Rachel beams at him as Blaine joins them in the living room.

"Hi girls!"

"Hi Blaine" both girls say at the same time.

"So, may I know the reason why you girls are here? Rachel? In our apartment? Do you remember the last time that that happened Blaine?"

"And I'm the drama queen?" Rachel says as she rolls her eyes.

"Kurt is right Rach."

Blaine points out mockingly as Rachel pouts.

"That's so unfair. I don't come here because you guys are always in my apartment. It's not like I don't want to visit you."

"Alright, alright. You are forgiven." Kurt kisses her cheek tenderly.

"Not that I'm not enjoying the diva moment." Quinn interjects. "But Kurt can I talk to you? I'll be quick. I don't wanna lose my flight."

"Sure."

"Rach, can I show you something that I'm working on?" Blaine asks Rachel as to give the other two some privacy.

Rachel looks to Kurt and then to Quinn, suspicious, the Broadway star goes towards Blaine. He puts his arms around her shoulders and they disappear into the hallway.

"So?" Kurt inquires.

"First of all I'd like to apologize for yesterday. I was..." Quinn nibbles on her bottom lip.

"Being a bitch?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry and I'm sure you wanna know why, right?"

"Yes, it was pretty weird."

"I know that I look very confident and mature all the time, but I'm not." She sighs. "Rachel has been always busy with rehearsals or on stage and I have all the filming stuff. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations on you. It's just I don't like it when we have to say good bye, which is ironic, because now she is going to move to L.A. and I'm rambling just like her right now?"

"Yes" Kurt smiles."Are you sure you are prepared to live with her?" He teases.

"It's just temporary, but yes I am."

"Are you sure you are prepared to spoil her?"

Quinn rolls her eyes.

"I'm serious, she has a special routine, I like to coordinate everything too, okay not everything; besides I don't let her do any stupid diets or anything like that."

"Well don't worry about it okay...I'll take care of her."

"Glad to hear it."

"I hope we're good Kurt, I really am sorry. You, Blaine and Tina are just as talented as Rachel and I don't even know what I was thinking when I said those things. I'm sorry and you know I mean it, because I don't like to open up to anyone like this."

"I know, don't worry we're fine. Can I have a hug?"

"We're friends you don't have to ask."

He raises his eyebrow at her.

"I'm not that bad." She waves him off.

"You're not, I think I'm getting a lot like divalicious. Although, she doesn't ask she announces it. So, Quinn, using her line, I'm going to hug you now."

Quinn smiles as they hug each other.

"She has never said that to me."

"What?" Kurt asks after he releases the blonde.

"She never said that to me, she just simply hugs me."

"That doesn't surprise me. Your friendship has been always intriguing to me."

"What you mean?"

"Nothing, let's call them back, I don't want you to miss your flight."

"Right."

"Miss, miss…"

The flight attendant calls her a few hours later as Quinn is distracted. She is glad that she could fix things with Kurt though.

After that talk, Quinn called Santana and the Latina met her and Rachel in the airport.

"B asked me to tell you that she is sorry that she couldn't come to say good bye."

"But we're going to see each other in three days."

"I know, but you know B, so take care blondie and don't get into trouble and by trouble, I mean Puck."

"That's kind of impossible, besides he'll pick me up at the airport."

After all the goodbyes were said, Rachel started crying.

"Rach, we're gonna see each other soon."

"Okay." Rachel nods. "Are you sure you won't regret that we'll live together?"

"I'm sure Rach."

"I promise it's just temporary."

"You can stay how long you want."

She got on the plane, but something Kurt said was really intriguing.

"That doesn't surprise me. Your friendship has been always intriguing to me."

"Miss…"

"Yes?"

"Can I offer you something to drink?"

"No thanks, I just wanna rest."

With that said she falls fast asleep. Until…

"Quinn... Quinn sweetie."

She feels lips on her cheek.

"Sweetie, time to wake up."

"No, I'm good."

"Quinn!"

Now she feels that giant arm on her. She panics. She pulls away so abruptly that she falls out of bed.

"Oh my God! Baby are you okay?"

"Finn? What the hell?! What are you doing in my bed?! Get out!"

Finn looks confused. Oh God that face, did she really date him, twice?

"Wait! Did you call me baby?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing in my bed Finn?"

"You mean our bed?"

"What you mean our bed?"

"The one we share because we're married? For the past five years. Jesus! And they say I'm slow. What's going on? Look I'm going to make some coffee as you're clearly still sleepy."

"Clearly."

Finn leaves the room and Quinn goes to the bathroom. She sees her reflection into the mirror and then she throws water on her face.

"Wake up, wake up." When nothing happens, she decides to face the big problem downstairs.

"Hi, I'm making junior's milk; you're always complaining that I don't help you."

"Junior?"

"Mommy!"

"Fuck me!"

"Quinn! What's the matter with you?" Finn reprimands her.

The kid runs towards her and hugs her legs and as she remains paralyzed, Finn takes the kid in his arms.

"I need my phone now!"

"Look I need to go to Burt's…"

She laughs.

"You work, there don't you?"

"Yes, what's so funny?"

"Nothing, what you're gonna say next? that I'm a real estate agent?"

"But you are. A very good one." He informs proudly and she laughs again.

"Okay, okay… where is she? That was very funny Rach… where are you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Rachel, where is she?"

"Rachel?"

"Yeah Rachel, our friend, are you fucking deaf? I'm going to kill her! This is some joke and I don't know… or maybe a prank or something."

"Rachel is not our friend, you guys barely talked to each other senior year and you kind of forbade me to see her or to speak to her, so I haven't seen her in ages."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know, New York, L.A or Paris. Who knows? I'm sure she is not here in Lima though." He sighs.

"What the fuck am I doing in Ohio?!" Quinn screams.

"Hey! You'll scary junior."

"I need my phone. I need to call any one Puck, B, Rachel, Santana."

"Why do you wanna call puck?" Finn frowns.

"I…"

"You can't anyway he is probably with Rachel." He grumbles.

"Sure, they're together. They both wanna fuck me! And I'll kill them for that."

"Are you in one of those days? Why don't you go to Santana? She must be in school already."

"Like our old school? Why?"

"Because she is the cheerios' coach?"

"No, she is not, that was just a phase."

Finn looks at her as if she is crazy.

"Never mind, I'm going to see her." She walks towards the door.

"But junior?"

"He is your son, you can handle this." She leaves him as faster as she can.

Not really sure how she managed to get in William McKinley High School, she walks through the hallways until she gets in that familiar office. There… she is sitting where Sue Sylvester used to sit.

"Okay loser I'll be quick and I know you're in this too. so, where is Puck and Rachel? I'm really laughing, that was very funny, what did you guys do? Put something real strong in my drink or I don't know what was it? 'Cause there's no way I'm married to Finn Hudson!"

"Wow! Take it easy girl. I know it sucks, but face it; you are married to finnonsense."

"No! I'm not! And what are you doing here? Cheerios? Really?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Hello! We're in Ohio! You're surrounded by all these hot girls, not as hot as you, me and B, but they probably will kick you out, because you're gay or something."

"What? That's nonsense! And I'm not gay!" Santana says outraged, but Quinn just laughs.

"I'm sure you are, I've tasted it myself remember?"

"What are you talking about? Did you beat you head?"

"Okay, enough! where is she?" She sighs. "She is, here right?"

"Who?"

"Rachel!"

Santana narrows her eyes at the blonde.

"Please call her, she is mad at me and that's why she is doing this."

"Jesus Q are you crying? And what are you talking about? you guys don't talk to each other since… I don't know when. One-minute you guys were making music together and in the other she said she'd do it alone, and since then you've never talked to her, only when it was necessary, but you know that."

"No, no, no!"

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not! I gotta get out of here!"

"Q!"

She runs through the hallways again. Suddenly she is in the pool area. She stops right before she falls. But someone throws her in the pool.

"Looks like Lucy needed to go back to her natural habitat."

"Whale, whale..."

A group of kids says in a chorus.

"Look! Lucy caboosey is going to cry."

"I'm not Lucy anymore!"

Lucy caboosey, Lucy caboosey, Lucy caboosey.

"Quinn, Quinn…"

"Rachel?"

"Why are you in the pool with your clothes on?"

"You're here." The blonde smiles.

"Yes, you invited me, remember?"

She looks around. She is in her L.A house now. Rachel helps her out of the pool.

"I had this weird dream Rachel, I was in Ohio and I was married to Finn! A-And I had a son."

"Don't be silly, you can't marry Finn; because I'm gonna marry Finn."

Suddenly, they are in William McKinley hallways again.

Why she was in her Cheerios uniform?

"I want to support you, if it's not too late." The words came out of her mouth without her permission as Rachel smiles at her.

"I'm going to hug you know."

"What? Wait no…" Quinn stops the brunette before Rachel can hug her.

"What's wrong?"

"You never said that to me."

"What? I'm going to hug you know?"

"No! lalalalalalalala I'm not listening to you."

"Quinn! What are you doing? I say that to everyone."

"Not to me!"

"I gotta go! I'm going to go get married." Rachel says with glee.

"Wait Rachel!" She calls out, but Rachel it's not there anymore.

"You said you were on your way Quinn! You said you were on your way."

She hears Rachel's voice, but Quinn can't see her.

"Rachel!"

She is in a hospital bed.

"Quinn?"

Rachel is holding her hand.

"Rachel."

"Shhh, I'm here and I'm going to hug you now."

"No! Don't say that!"

"Quinn!"

"Rachel!"

"Miss, miss…" Quinn opens her eyes and notices, she is still on the plane.

"Sorry, but I think you had a nightmare."

"No, it's fine and I should be apologizing, sorry if I was an inconvenience."

"Not at all, we're almost there by the way."

"Okay thanks." She says politely as the older woman who reminds her of Judy nods.

"Was it very bad... the nightmare I mean?"

"Just a nightmare."

Puck was waiting for her, just like he promised. As soon as he approaches her the blonde hugs him tighter then she usually does.

"Missed me that much?"

"Can't I just hug you?"

"You look paler than you usually are and that's something." He teases.

She rolls her eyes at him.

"I had a nightmare."

"Aww." He pouts playfully.

"You have no idea."

She had the impression that her subconscious was trying to say something to her, but again she decides to put her focus on something else.

"I was married to Finn and we had a son."

"Baby mama look at me, do you really think I would let you marry Finn?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Promise?"

"Of course." He kissed her on the cheek. "Now let's go, you have some friends waiting outside."

Puck takes her suitcase with one hand and holds Quinn's hand with his other one. They walk toward the LAX parking. When they are half way there they meet some paparazzi.

"Quinn! Quinn! Did you enjoy New York?"

Click. Click.

"How is Rachel?"

Click. Click.

"Guys, guys take your pictures. Just don't touch her; you don't wanna see Puckzilla getting angry now."

Click. Click. Click.

"Hey puck, how are you? Are you guys together again?"

Puck smirks as he opens the door for Quinn. Then he puts her suitcase in the trunk and enters in his BMW (Quinn's gift).

"Ready to go baby mama?"

She nods.

"This is the second time I called you baby mama and you didn't say anything or hit me for it."

"Puck, I just woke up from a nightmare in which I was married to Finn, you can call me anything you like. Now can we go please?"

Beverly hills 90210. When Quinn started her search for a home she only had one place in mind. It was a little girl's fantasy. Lucy use to dream about living in Beverly hills and Quinn loves the glamor. She bought a house with two bedrooms, three bathrooms and a pool.

"Here we are and my baby mama is delivered."

"Don't push it Puck."

He pouts.

"So, how was New York? How is my hot Jew?"

"New York was fine, Rachel is fine, which reminds me, Rachel is moving here."

"Here in L.A?"

"Here with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah and of course it's just temporary, that way she can search for some places and doesn't have to rush."

Puck nods.

"So, you and my hot Jew in the same house, a house that I just so happen to possess the key code?"

"I don't know what it's going on in this head of yours, but you better behave or you won't have that code anymore." She smirks. "And I really hope you didn't bring anyone here while I was gone."

"Q, what are the two things I respect the most in this world?"

"Remind me." She smiles.

"My baby daughter and my baby mama."

"You'd better."

"Your house is exactly the way you left it and now if you'll excuse me I have to go. I mean if you don't need me for anything… drinks… sex." He teases.

"You're unbelievable."

"You mean unforgettable."

"Just go Puckerman."

"Right or else you can't resist me."

Quinn takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"The weirdest part is that I love you too."

He laughs and leaves her.

"Absolutely gorgeous Quinn, one more and we're done."

Since the beginning of her career, Quinn has been invited to tons of photoshoots, some advertising stuff, some modeling and now as a famous actress, of course, these kinds of invitation haven't diminished.

The photographer, a mature woman, winks at her and waves her hand.

"I'm done."

"You're welcome." Quinn nods. "I wanna see those pictures before, you know, you send them."

"Okay sure. It was great to work with you sweetie. I really loved it."

"I'm glad you liked it." Quinn smiles at the woman.

She leaves the studio and goes toward her dressing-room. She is not tired, but relieved that it's over. She also is curious, Santana said she had a surprise to her.

The Latina and Brittany stayed in New York longer than they originally planned. Santana called Quinn to explain that she was going to stay a few more days in the city.

She didn't say much, but apparently something was wrong with Rachel. Quinn tried contacting her, but she got nothing. Santana reassured her that everything was okay, but Quinn could feel that something was wrong.

She comes out of her thoughts with the sound of her phone as it goes off. Santana is texting her.

From Santana: hey loser where r u? I was calling you.

Quinn rolls her eyes. Santana clearly forgot about her photoshoot.

From Quinn: In my dressing-room I just finished off with my photoshoot.

From Santana: I forgot that.

From Quinn: I can see that, so where r u?

From Santana: On my way to your house, hold on I'll call you. Can you talk?

From Quinn: What are we doing?

Her phone rings.

"Hi bitch!"

"How is Rachel and please don't say it was nothing; I know something is wrong."

"Wow! Take it easy girl. The hobbit is fine and I don't wanna talk about it on the phone. Like I said we're on our way to your house, but I forget the code, so we need you."

How she trusted her house to Puck and Santana, it's a mystery to her.

"Okay, I'm just changing now and then I'm leaving."

She hangs up the phone. Her makeup artist and hairstylist were already waiting outside her dressing-room to undo all the makeup and hair stuff.

Minutes later, the blonde leaves the studio, wearing one of her beloved sundresses.

Quinn arrives first because apparently Brittany wanted to stop to pee and She couldn't wait. She takes out her phone for the second time and calls Santana.

"Where are you guys?"

"Stop calling! We're almost there!"

"You rushed me and now you're not even here."

"I didn't rush you."

"Yes, you did."

"I said I was on my way to your house."

"Next time I'll keep you waiting outside."

"Whatever, now open the door."

"Why are you here anyway, it's been less than a week and you are already missing me?"

"Haha, you will see, now open the damn door!"

She tosses her phone away and walks towards the front door.

"So, did Puck do some damage?"

"No, everything is okay and good to see you too San."

"Whatever." Santana walks into the house.

"Hi Quinn! We have a surprise for you! It's tiny and it's right behind me." Brittany stood still as a barrier. Santana rolls her eyes, but melts at her girlfriend's cuteness.

"Surprise!" Rachel jumps away from Brittany, revealing herself.

"What? How? Oh my God! Hi…" Quinn goes toward Rachel and hugs the brunette as Rachel giggles.

"Well I hope you don't mind that I came earlier."

"Of course not."

"Told ya." Santana says to Rachel. "As Q forgot the good manners, I'll do the honors, please come in."

Quinn grimaces at her friend.

"I'll take that, I already prepared you room." She takes Rachel's suitcase.

"I thought Rachel berry would have so much more stuff. I mean that's it?"

"I'm not that bad."

"You always bring too much stuff when you're visiting me."

"It's different now; I'm going to stay for good and I decided that I need new things."

Quinn's eyes shine with Rachel's statement.

"Which reminds me, you guys will help me to find a house won't you?"

"Of course, but there's no rush and you have all the time to do that."

Santana and Brittany look at each other, holding back their smiles.

"And ours Q. Won't you take it?" Santana teases.

"Don't you have a house?"

"Yes, but I had to bring Berry and I'm not leaving now."

"Fine, you guys can sleep in the living room."

"Quinn, they can stay in my room… I'll stay with you; just tonight if you don't mind?"

"She doesn't mind, let's go B."

Rachel and Brittany were chatting cheerfully around the pool when Quinn and Santana approach the pair. The Latina fondly kisses her girlfriend, gives her a glass of wine and then sits next to the dancer.

"Before I give you this, you have to tell me what happened?"

Quinn informs as she holds back the glass, keeping it away from Rachel's reach.

"But I want to drink too." Rachel pouts childlike.

"You will, but you have to tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Don't play dumb Rach. I know something happened. I just don't know why you guys didn't tell me. I thought you said no secrets."

"That was before I found out you were willing to use your metro pass." Rachel says sarcastically.

Quinn sighs.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry and yes, no secrets."

"Then tell me."

"My ex."

"Please don't tell me you're talking about Finn, because I had enough of Finn this week." Quinn whines.

"Uh?" Rachel frowns slightly as she looks at the blonde.

"Long story. "Quinn waves her off.

"Anyway, I said my ex not our ex." Rachel teases and Quinn grimaces.

"David."

"What about him."

"He made a scene when he was drunk."

"What did he do?" Quinn is holding the glass so tight that Santana thinks it can break any moment.

"He followed me and he forced himself into my apartment."

"What. Did. He. Do?" Quinn says between gritted teeth.

"Nothing, I swear! He didn't do anything, it's just that he was drunk. So, I called Kurt and Kurt was with Santana, so they both came over and then everything was confusing, because Mr. Hernandez saw how he was weird and forcing me into my apartment, so he called the police, but I didn't press any charge."

"Why not?" Quinn asks irritated.

"He was drunk, but he wouldn't do anything." Rachel reassures.

"He'd better never get that close to you, ever again."

"I don't want to talk about him. Can I drink now?"

"Yes, you can."

"So, tell me what about Finn?"

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"It's not funny!"

Quinn says angrily while all the three girls laugh loudly.

"Santana not gay? Right." Rachel teases.

"And the cheerios' coach." Quinn says.

"You don't want to be the cheerios' coach, do you?" Brittany asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I don't know baby, but I need to think about our future and I know you have your dance career, but…"

"I'm not leaving L.A and I'm not going back to Ohio, are you saying you will leave me?"

"No! Of course not! I would never." Santana says whiningly.

Brittany glares at Santana.

"Well, not again. I will never leave you again."

"That would be a totally waste Santana. You have an incredible voice and I'd be very disappointed if you give up being a singer. You know what? I think you would be a great producer. Just think about it, you have good taste in music and you love to be bossy. "

"Rachel is right, I love that you are my manager and take care of my career, but that would be great!"

"Yeah, who knows?" The Latina smiles and hugs her girlfriend.

"So, Quinn do you regret being an actress? I mean you could be a real estate agent by now." Rachel teases.

"That was my worst speech."

"No, it wasn't. I wrote a song after all and we won Regionals for the first time."

"What are you losers talking about?" Santana asks curious.

"How Quinn gave me the inspiration to write 'get it right'."

"I thought you wrote that sappy song to Finn."

"I did. I mean, kind of, but Quinn gave me the necessary ammunition. She kind of broke my heart, which gave me the inspiration."

"Smooth Quinn." Santana teases the blonde.

"More like mean Quinn." Rachel says smiling.

"Try idiot."

"We were teenagers and I wrote a song. So… no regrets."

"Can we stop talking about the past?" Quinn says pouting.

"Of course! Especially because we have a bright future ahead of us." She beams. "Let's drink to that!"

"Great idea Berry!" Santana shouts.

"Make a toast Rachel! I love toasts!" Brittany pleads.

"You heard my girl!"

"Okay, first of all I want say thank you to Quinn for opening your house to me and although, I'm sad that I'm far away from my bff, Tina, Blaine. I'm also very happy to be here with my other friends."

"Your hotter friends. "Santana points out proudly.

"Anyway, I'm also willing to see Noah, Sam, and Mercedes of course and Artie. So, cheers to my hotter friends!"

"Cheers!" The unholy trinity says with glee

"I hope you're ready to make out with me Britt." Rachel adds mischievously.

"Can't wait for that Rachel."

"B!" Quinn and Santana say at the same time as Brittany winks to Rachel.

"That's only for Britt. I'm just doing it for her. What else could it be?"

Rachel thinks.

"Is Rachel doing it just because I said it would be fun to tease Santana? God knows I'm not mad. I mean, it was ages ago… maybe Rachel has feelings for her. She did seem jealous…"

Brittany smiles at her girlfriend.

"San is gonna kill me when she finds out that Rachel and I were just playing a prank."

The dancer smirks as she gets back to her wine.

"Yep… She is going to kill me!"