Two Lives, One Story - Prologue
Title: Two Live, One Story - 1/?
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1800
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Dianna/Lea
Spoilers: Up to 2x02 - Brittney/Brittany
Summary: Quinn and Dianna switch worlds, now Lea and Rachel have to help them get back to the right one. Established Achele, potential future Faberry
Disclaimers: Real person shipping. Be warned. And I obviously don't own any of the people in this, though I wouldn't mind getting Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: Idk how fast I'll be about updating this, but I do have the end worked out already. It's the middle stuff I suck at
Prologue
"Dianna. Diaaaaanna. Baby, please wake up."
The blonde cracked her eyes open, but then quickly snapped them shut as the light stung her. She scowled in the general direction of the person who was stroking her hair as she reached her hand up to shade her eyes. Trying again, things slowly came into focus and she realized who the voice belonged to.
"Oh thank God. We've been looking for you for an hour. What the hell are you still doing on set!?"
She jumped back from where she sat, shocked to see the brunette she tortured with such a vengeance acting so personal with her.
"Berry!? What are you doing here!? What am I doing here!? Wait, where is here?"
Her enemy helped her to her feet, worrying over every detail. The brunette completely ignored her outburst as she said, "Are you alright? Is anything hurt? Should I call a doctor? Should I call Telly and tell him to bring over a golf cart? Dianna, are you even listening to me?"
The blonde swatted her arm away and started brushing off her outfit. It was all slowly coming back to her. Going to the science room to fetch her binder. Noticing the glowing purple orb with the electrical bolts inside sitting on the counter. Slipping on the water. But it had been daytime when that happened, and the room hadn't been this brightly lit. She turned to the brunette, who currently had her hands at her side, sporting a rather well rehearsed pout.
"Look, I don't know what weird game you're trying to play here Rachel, but I'm really not in the mood." She looked like she was about to interject, but the blonde continued on, " I know we might have some sort of truce right now, but that does not make us anything close to friends. I helped you with Finn. Fine, whatever. But that does not mean I want to hang out with you or anything." She used air quotes over 'hang out.' "So if you'll excuse me, I have to be getting home."
Quinn turned to leave but was met with the sudden and shocking realization that there was not in fact a door. That was not even a wall where a door should be. And then she proceeded to faint.
---
The blonde awoke with a groan, feeling the pain in her head with renewed vigor. She sat up, rubbing the evidential bump as she took in her surroundings. The science room. The lights weren't on, so she deduced that she must have fainted and a crew member turned them off without even noticing her. It's not like it was the first time she'd fallen asleep on set, but she was thankful that this time she was not awoken to a camera flash and the fear of alien invasion.
Gripping the counter for support, Dianna pulled herself up and made her way out of the room with what little night vision she had gained yet. But instead of finding the in-between of two sets, she found herself in the McKinley hallway. She didn't remember those two being connected today during filming, but she supposed someone could have moved them during her blackout. If she just walked to the end and turned the corner, she should be out and then she could figure out which stage door was closest. She really needed to get to her trailer for some Advil and a much needed cuddle with Lea.
Lea. She was probably worried sick. Dianna didn't have her phone considering how impractical the Cheerios outfits were, so she'd just have to hope Lea hadn't declared her missing or organized a search party yet.
Reaching the end of the hall, she found that it continued on, which was impossible because they didn't even have a set for that. Yet? Now she was really confused. Had the fall been that bad, was she possibly still dreaming? She was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a scuffle and giggle from a classroom off of this phantom hallway. Curious, she went to inspect and found Naya and Heather in a heavy makeout session on the other side of the door.
Typical. Always sneaking onto set when trailer sex became too difficult or bland. She wrestled with the decision to interrupt them and take their wrath, or figure out what the hell was going on on her own, but her selfish inclinations won out as she stormed through the door. They would forgive her considering the numerous times they had interfered with hers and Lea's "alone time."
"What the hell Q!? A little privacy please!" Naya shouted at Dianna, but Heather said with a smile, "Hey Q."
Naya sat up, pulling Heather up with her. "Oh, and why weren't you at practice. Sylvester was pissed. Going on about all the tortures she has planned for you."
"She said she was gonna draw you with quarters." Brittany interjected.
Dianna was perplexed by whatever role-playing game the two were in the middle of, and would have none of it. "Look, this is cute and all, but my head really hurts and I can't seem to find my way out of here, so will you too drop the Brittana act and kindly escort me to my trailer?"
Naya looked like Dianna had just spoken Klingon and Heather just looked to Naya for answers. "S, is she okay? She's making even less sense than usual."
"Oh my God!" Dianna yelled, "Stop calling me Q, and stop calling her S. It's not funny anymore. I just wanna find Lea and go home!"
Naya slowly approached her, at least seeming to have dropped the bitch act. "Um, who is Lea? Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something."
Fine, she would play along for now, as long as it meant she'd be in her girlfriend's loving embrace sometime tonight. "Lea. My girlfriend. About ye-high, brunette, stellar voice, addicted to coffee. Ring any bells."
"I think she means Rachel, S." Brittany said.
"Yeah, sure. Rachel. Whatever. Can you please just get me out of here so I can find her."
Naya's face was now angry again as she retorted, "Why do you want to talk to Berry? Has she finally infected you with her gayness? Haha, do you even want to make it hard for me to take your spot from you?"
Ignoring the hypocrisy of her gay joke, given the circumstances of their meeting, Dianna sighed and gave it her last resort, "Look...Santana. Can you please just get me out of here so I can meet up with...Rachel?"
Brittany jumped down from the desk, taking Santana and Dianna's hand and led them out of the room with a, "sure, why didn't you just say so?"
---
As Brittany led them out the front doors into the much chillier weather than Dianna had experienced since that Winter in France. She cowered back into the warmth of the school. None of this made sense. It was September in LA, it should NOT be this cold. And why the hell did the set suddenly morph into a fully functioning school. And why could she not let out all the various expletives she had wanted to shout for the last hour. Something was not right and Dianna couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Do you want us to drive you to Berry's house or are you just gonna take you own car?" Brittany asked as Santana had decided to give her the silent treatment since leaving the room.
This must be a dream. That's what it was, and the only way to wake herself up would be to find Rachel/Lea. That was how these dreams normally worked for her, but she'd never had to drive to the house before, so frankly, she had no idea how to get there. "Um, could you drive me? I, uh, kind of don't know where she lives."
---
Dianna found herself in front of the Berry residence, and it looked much different than the image of it she normally had in her mind. She made her way up the steps to the front door and contemplated whether to knock or ring the doorbell. In her dreams, she would normally just walk in, but this one seemed a lot more vivid and realistic than normal so she figured the usual social protocols should be followed. She rang the doorbell and heard a "one second, I'll be right there" from the other side. A minute later the door opened to reveal a short brunette in a white apron with gold stars. She didn't look as happy to see Dianna as she was to see her.
The blonde pushed her way into the house, beginning her rant. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I've made it to your house, and this is normally the point where I wake up, so can you just tell me how to do that so this dream or nightmare or whatever can just end?"
The brunette was shocked and silent. She guided her visitor to a stool and sat her down. "Quinn, I don't know what is wrong or what has possessed you to come to my residence of all place, but if you could please slow down and start from the beginning, maybe I could help you with your problems and then you can be on your merry way?"
Dianna took in a deep breath, already calmed by Rachel/Lea's presence. "Well, I was in the science room set practicing my staging for tomorrow's scene when I got distracted by one of those plasma balls. And I think I slipped on some water, and then I woke up later and it was all dark, and the sets weren't sets anymore, and so I think I'm still dreaming. Which means I need to wake up, and you need to help me do that."
The brunette nodded along and when Dianna was finished she asked, "what can I do? Quinn, I can't wake you up if you're not sleeping."
"Stop calling me that. Dianna. I'm Dianna. I don't care if you're dream Rachel, I don't want to be...her."
Rachel sighed and took a seat next to the blonde. "Okay...Dianna. Tell me what to do."
A smirk over took her face and she turned in her seat. "You could kiss me. That's how the prince wakes up Snow White."
Chapter One
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1800
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, Dianna/Lea
Spoilers: Up to 2x02 - Brittney/Brittany
Summary: Quinn and Dianna switch worlds, now Lea and Rachel have to help them get back to the right one. Established Achele, potential future Faberry
Disclaimers: Real person shipping. Be warned. And I obviously don't own any of the people in this, though I wouldn't mind getting Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: Idk how fast I'll be about updating this, but I do have the end worked out already. It's the middle stuff I suck at
Prologue
"Dianna. Diaaaaanna. Baby, please wake up."
The blonde cracked her eyes open, but then quickly snapped them shut as the light stung her. She scowled in the general direction of the person who was stroking her hair as she reached her hand up to shade her eyes. Trying again, things slowly came into focus and she realized who the voice belonged to.
"Oh thank God. We've been looking for you for an hour. What the hell are you still doing on set!?"
She jumped back from where she sat, shocked to see the brunette she tortured with such a vengeance acting so personal with her.
"Berry!? What are you doing here!? What am I doing here!? Wait, where is here?"
Her enemy helped her to her feet, worrying over every detail. The brunette completely ignored her outburst as she said, "Are you alright? Is anything hurt? Should I call a doctor? Should I call Telly and tell him to bring over a golf cart? Dianna, are you even listening to me?"
The blonde swatted her arm away and started brushing off her outfit. It was all slowly coming back to her. Going to the science room to fetch her binder. Noticing the glowing purple orb with the electrical bolts inside sitting on the counter. Slipping on the water. But it had been daytime when that happened, and the room hadn't been this brightly lit. She turned to the brunette, who currently had her hands at her side, sporting a rather well rehearsed pout.
"Look, I don't know what weird game you're trying to play here Rachel, but I'm really not in the mood." She looked like she was about to interject, but the blonde continued on, " I know we might have some sort of truce right now, but that does not make us anything close to friends. I helped you with Finn. Fine, whatever. But that does not mean I want to hang out with you or anything." She used air quotes over 'hang out.' "So if you'll excuse me, I have to be getting home."
Quinn turned to leave but was met with the sudden and shocking realization that there was not in fact a door. That was not even a wall where a door should be. And then she proceeded to faint.
---
The blonde awoke with a groan, feeling the pain in her head with renewed vigor. She sat up, rubbing the evidential bump as she took in her surroundings. The science room. The lights weren't on, so she deduced that she must have fainted and a crew member turned them off without even noticing her. It's not like it was the first time she'd fallen asleep on set, but she was thankful that this time she was not awoken to a camera flash and the fear of alien invasion.
Gripping the counter for support, Dianna pulled herself up and made her way out of the room with what little night vision she had gained yet. But instead of finding the in-between of two sets, she found herself in the McKinley hallway. She didn't remember those two being connected today during filming, but she supposed someone could have moved them during her blackout. If she just walked to the end and turned the corner, she should be out and then she could figure out which stage door was closest. She really needed to get to her trailer for some Advil and a much needed cuddle with Lea.
Lea. She was probably worried sick. Dianna didn't have her phone considering how impractical the Cheerios outfits were, so she'd just have to hope Lea hadn't declared her missing or organized a search party yet.
Reaching the end of the hall, she found that it continued on, which was impossible because they didn't even have a set for that. Yet? Now she was really confused. Had the fall been that bad, was she possibly still dreaming? She was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a scuffle and giggle from a classroom off of this phantom hallway. Curious, she went to inspect and found Naya and Heather in a heavy makeout session on the other side of the door.
Typical. Always sneaking onto set when trailer sex became too difficult or bland. She wrestled with the decision to interrupt them and take their wrath, or figure out what the hell was going on on her own, but her selfish inclinations won out as she stormed through the door. They would forgive her considering the numerous times they had interfered with hers and Lea's "alone time."
"What the hell Q!? A little privacy please!" Naya shouted at Dianna, but Heather said with a smile, "Hey Q."
Naya sat up, pulling Heather up with her. "Oh, and why weren't you at practice. Sylvester was pissed. Going on about all the tortures she has planned for you."
"She said she was gonna draw you with quarters." Brittany interjected.
Dianna was perplexed by whatever role-playing game the two were in the middle of, and would have none of it. "Look, this is cute and all, but my head really hurts and I can't seem to find my way out of here, so will you too drop the Brittana act and kindly escort me to my trailer?"
Naya looked like Dianna had just spoken Klingon and Heather just looked to Naya for answers. "S, is she okay? She's making even less sense than usual."
"Oh my God!" Dianna yelled, "Stop calling me Q, and stop calling her S. It's not funny anymore. I just wanna find Lea and go home!"
Naya slowly approached her, at least seeming to have dropped the bitch act. "Um, who is Lea? Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something."
Fine, she would play along for now, as long as it meant she'd be in her girlfriend's loving embrace sometime tonight. "Lea. My girlfriend. About ye-high, brunette, stellar voice, addicted to coffee. Ring any bells."
"I think she means Rachel, S." Brittany said.
"Yeah, sure. Rachel. Whatever. Can you please just get me out of here so I can find her."
Naya's face was now angry again as she retorted, "Why do you want to talk to Berry? Has she finally infected you with her gayness? Haha, do you even want to make it hard for me to take your spot from you?"
Ignoring the hypocrisy of her gay joke, given the circumstances of their meeting, Dianna sighed and gave it her last resort, "Look...Santana. Can you please just get me out of here so I can meet up with...Rachel?"
Brittany jumped down from the desk, taking Santana and Dianna's hand and led them out of the room with a, "sure, why didn't you just say so?"
---
As Brittany led them out the front doors into the much chillier weather than Dianna had experienced since that Winter in France. She cowered back into the warmth of the school. None of this made sense. It was September in LA, it should NOT be this cold. And why the hell did the set suddenly morph into a fully functioning school. And why could she not let out all the various expletives she had wanted to shout for the last hour. Something was not right and Dianna couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Do you want us to drive you to Berry's house or are you just gonna take you own car?" Brittany asked as Santana had decided to give her the silent treatment since leaving the room.
This must be a dream. That's what it was, and the only way to wake herself up would be to find Rachel/Lea. That was how these dreams normally worked for her, but she'd never had to drive to the house before, so frankly, she had no idea how to get there. "Um, could you drive me? I, uh, kind of don't know where she lives."
---
Dianna found herself in front of the Berry residence, and it looked much different than the image of it she normally had in her mind. She made her way up the steps to the front door and contemplated whether to knock or ring the doorbell. In her dreams, she would normally just walk in, but this one seemed a lot more vivid and realistic than normal so she figured the usual social protocols should be followed. She rang the doorbell and heard a "one second, I'll be right there" from the other side. A minute later the door opened to reveal a short brunette in a white apron with gold stars. She didn't look as happy to see Dianna as she was to see her.
The blonde pushed her way into the house, beginning her rant. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I've made it to your house, and this is normally the point where I wake up, so can you just tell me how to do that so this dream or nightmare or whatever can just end?"
The brunette was shocked and silent. She guided her visitor to a stool and sat her down. "Quinn, I don't know what is wrong or what has possessed you to come to my residence of all place, but if you could please slow down and start from the beginning, maybe I could help you with your problems and then you can be on your merry way?"
Dianna took in a deep breath, already calmed by Rachel/Lea's presence. "Well, I was in the science room set practicing my staging for tomorrow's scene when I got distracted by one of those plasma balls. And I think I slipped on some water, and then I woke up later and it was all dark, and the sets weren't sets anymore, and so I think I'm still dreaming. Which means I need to wake up, and you need to help me do that."
The brunette nodded along and when Dianna was finished she asked, "what can I do? Quinn, I can't wake you up if you're not sleeping."
"Stop calling me that. Dianna. I'm Dianna. I don't care if you're dream Rachel, I don't want to be...her."
Rachel sighed and took a seat next to the blonde. "Okay...Dianna. Tell me what to do."
A smirk over took her face and she turned in her seat. "You could kiss me. That's how the prince wakes up Snow White."
Chapter One