Two Lives, One Story - Chapter One
Title: Two Live, One Story - 2/?
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1900
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: I got a lot of really nice reviews last chapter, so thank you, but I like to mix things up. So if you guys wouldn't mind giving me ridiculously mean ones for this chapter, that would be greatly appreciated. Whoever comes up with the most creative insults will get a mention in the next chapter.
A/N 2: Also, high five to anyone that actually read the author's note, because I for one never read them.
Prologue
Chapter One
Quinn thought her head couldn't possibly hurt anymore than it had, but she was wrong. At least this time when you awoke, it was to a much more comfortable position.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," the brunette said as she rushed to her side with a glass of water. "Here, take this."
Quinn took the small white pill from her and threw it back, following with a sip of water. "How did I get here?" she asked with a less malicious tone than usual.
Lea pulled a chair over and sat down. "Chord carried you, but don't worry, I made sure he didn't cop a feel or anything. That's my job." She leaned over to give the blonde a kiss, but Quinn pulled away, backing into the wall of the trailer and causing Lea's smirk to be replaced with a subtle look of hurt. She pretended that it didn't affect her and took a brief moment to collect herself.
"I see you're still angry, but I figured, given the circumstances you might want to put our argument off until tomorrow and just celebrate the fact you didn't die today." She clearly had hoped to get a laugh out of that and ended up sitting in silence with Quinn remaining pressed as far back from her as possible. She wasn't even angry about the near kiss, which in itself was confusing. Why wasn't she angry? She should be furious! But instead she was more depressed by her knee jerk reaction and confused by what Bizarro universe she had landed in. A universe where Rachel Berry wanted to kiss her, and she kind of wanted to kiss her back.
It wasn't really all that foreign of a concept though. In fact, it would probably explain her seemingly out of character agreement to help Rachel with her Fin-related insecurities, even though she was definitely the last person the brunette should have asked. But then that would make her kinda... No. Absolutely not. This was all because her brain was addled from the fall. Nothing else.
"Look. Rachel-"
"Lea," the brunette interrupted.
"What?"
"My name's Lea. Why are you calling me Rachel?"
"Um, because that's your name. Duh. Is this like some...method acting thing? Cuz you'd be crazy enough to do that."
"Sweetheart, I really think we should get you checked by someone. You're talking funny and-" Lea made a move towards the blonde, but quickly withdrew when she saw her retreat further into the trailer wall. It was tearing Quinn apart a little inside to see the pain she was causing the brunette, but her instincts weren't in sync with her thoughts or feelings. "Maybe you should just rest. We can go back to our apartment. I'm sure you'll feel better after some sleep."
"Our apartment? We live together?" Quinn asked as she relaxed her position.
Lea blushed and lowered her eyes to a strand of string she was playing with on her jacket. "Well, no. Not technically. But it's not like you ever actually sleep over at Alex's. I mean, you pretty much stopped visiting after the twelfth time you walked in on him and some guy in compromising positions. But we have to keep the network off our backs somehow."
Now she was even more confused. Alex? Who the hell was Alex? And were they friends, or dating, or what? And what network? What the hell was going on. Maybe she really did need some sleep.
"Um, yeah. Okay. Let's go...there. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning." Actually, she was hoping when she woke up she'd be back home in her own bed, putting this horrible dream behind her.
The brunette stood up to offer the blonde her hand, but thought better of it a moment later and pretended she was going for her jacket instead. "Well, um, follow me then. Don't forget your jacket."
Lea pointed towards a bomber jacket hanging off a chair, and Quinn gagged a little inside. She made a mental note to get rid of it the moment she could and find a nice cardigan instead. When she stepped out of the trailer though, she realized she wouldn't be needing a jacket at all.
"Dianna? Dianna? DIANNA!" Quinn looked over at the shouting, seeing the brunette beckoning her over. "You'll need your keys?" She said, pointing towards a car parked next to the trailer. "They're in your jacket pocket."
Quinn reached in a found the before mentioned keys and pressing the unlock button. The lights of the grey Audi before her lit up and she couldn't help but grin. So maybe the girl didn't have great taste in jackets, but there was nothing wrong with her taste in cars.
"So, I guess you should follow me. Or did you not lose the directions to our apartment along with all your memories in general?"
Quinn just nodded and threw her jacket into the passenger seat, taking her spot behind the wheel. The feeling of power surging through her was invigorating. Now this she could get used to.
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"So, this is our humble abode." Lea said as she tossed her jacket on the couch and threw her arms around in some grand gesture. She leaned down to pet a black cat that had started to rub itself against her leg. "Hey Claude, where's your sister?"
Quinn was too busy taking in the place. It was hers, well, there's. But there were no parents here to judge her. No father's to kick her out. No one could throw her out of this place for getting pregnant. And she could eat whatever she wanted. If she wanted bacon, then she would have some bacon. The realization was intoxicating.
"Um, are you okay. You have this really evil look on your face that you normally only get when you're messing with your tumblr followers." Lea shooed the cat away from her leg and approached the blonde with caution. Her hand was barely resting on her girlfriend's arm when she replied, "what? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. It's just...a lot to take in. You know?"
"Yeah, sure. So, the bedroom's this way."
Quinn smirked at how forward the brunette was being, but made her way to the indicated room anyway. Lea followed, glad that that sentence hadn't started an argument. The blonde plopped down on the bed, on her side even, and looked around the room as if expecting something to happen.
"Oh, um. You normally just sleep in your underwear, but I'm sure I can find you some sweats to sleep in if that would make you more comfortable." The blonde nodded and started looking through the drawers. Lea interjected, reaching into the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of grey pants. Then she took a black shirt out of the third drawer down. She handed them to Quinn who surveyed the shirt. It said "Spring Awakening" in bright red font. She looked at the brunette with a questioning face.
"It's your favorite shirt. It was mine from the show. Don't you remember?"
Quinn shook her head, then just stood there glaring at the brunette. "Oh, right. I'll just let you change. I'll be in the living room. Call me when you're done."
The brunette slipped out and as soon as she was sure the door was closed and secure, Quinn started stripping. When she was happily out of the constricting Cheerios uniform, and in the much more comfortable makeshift pajamas, she opened the door, sticking her head out and calling, "I'm done. You can come back in now."
Lea jumped up from her spot on the couch. She had clearly been waiting there in silence. Alone with her thoughts. When they were back in the room, Lea looked down at the uniform draped neatly over a chair. "Oh, yeah. We probably should have returned those to costumes. Don't worry. Lou will probably just think we stole it again for..." Her speech died off midsentence, and silence overtook them once more.
Never okay with the awkwardness, Quinn filled the space, "So, I'm really tired. I guess I'll just get to bed. Um, goodnight." She turned away and slid under the sheets in to the middle of the bed. "Could you just turn off the lights off on your way out?"
Lea didn't move or make a sound. She just continued to stare at the spot the blonde had vacated. "Rach-Lea, will you please stop staring at me! It's creeping me out..."
The reply was barely a whisper and she didn't catch any of it. "Speak up," she practically growled and upon seeing the brunette's slight quiver, she changed her tone and repeated herself. "I'm sorry. Just, could you please say that again, but a bit...louder?"
She was nearly in tears as she obeyed, though still in a whisper, "I don't have anywhere else to sleep."
Realization dawned on Quinn. They slept together? In the same bed? Her and Treasure Trail? Okay, that was a little bit too weird for her. She wanted to tell her to go sleep on the couch, but the look on the diva's face was already tearing her apart inside. "Oh, okay. I'll just scoot over then."
The brunette seemed a bit shocked by this reaction. She started to take her shirt off, approaching the right side of the bed, but stopped halfway through upon seeing the look on the blonde's face. "No, it's okay. You don't have to be uncomfortable." At this, Lea turned around and resumed taking off her shirt, then her jeans. Quinn's breath hitched, she didn't realize THAT'S what Berry was hiding under her animal sweaters and plaid. And was that a tattoo she spotted?
"What's that?" she asked, reaching out to touch the music notes on the tan skinned, but quickly drawing her hand back at the slightest contact. It burned, but somehow in a good way. The brunette turned around, "what? Oh, this?" She slid under the covers as Quinn scooted over. "They're from 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' remember?"
Quinn fell back against her pillow and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Yeah, no, but I think they're pretty. I wish I had a tattoo. I think my dad would kill me if I got one though."
"But you do-" Lea stopped herself and fell back, mirroring the blonde's position. "Yeah, maybe you can get one when you're 18 and just put it somewhere he wouldn't see. Like your rib or something."
Quinn smiled, though the girl next to her didn't see. "Goodnight Ra-Lea. Sorry, that's just a little hard to remember." The brunette quietly chuckled and then replied, "It's okay. Goodnight...Quinn?"
Chapter Two
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1900
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: I got a lot of really nice reviews last chapter, so thank you, but I like to mix things up. So if you guys wouldn't mind giving me ridiculously mean ones for this chapter, that would be greatly appreciated. Whoever comes up with the most creative insults will get a mention in the next chapter.
A/N 2: Also, high five to anyone that actually read the author's note, because I for one never read them.
Prologue
Chapter One
Quinn thought her head couldn't possibly hurt anymore than it had, but she was wrong. At least this time when you awoke, it was to a much more comfortable position.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," the brunette said as she rushed to her side with a glass of water. "Here, take this."
Quinn took the small white pill from her and threw it back, following with a sip of water. "How did I get here?" she asked with a less malicious tone than usual.
Lea pulled a chair over and sat down. "Chord carried you, but don't worry, I made sure he didn't cop a feel or anything. That's my job." She leaned over to give the blonde a kiss, but Quinn pulled away, backing into the wall of the trailer and causing Lea's smirk to be replaced with a subtle look of hurt. She pretended that it didn't affect her and took a brief moment to collect herself.
"I see you're still angry, but I figured, given the circumstances you might want to put our argument off until tomorrow and just celebrate the fact you didn't die today." She clearly had hoped to get a laugh out of that and ended up sitting in silence with Quinn remaining pressed as far back from her as possible. She wasn't even angry about the near kiss, which in itself was confusing. Why wasn't she angry? She should be furious! But instead she was more depressed by her knee jerk reaction and confused by what Bizarro universe she had landed in. A universe where Rachel Berry wanted to kiss her, and she kind of wanted to kiss her back.
It wasn't really all that foreign of a concept though. In fact, it would probably explain her seemingly out of character agreement to help Rachel with her Fin-related insecurities, even though she was definitely the last person the brunette should have asked. But then that would make her kinda... No. Absolutely not. This was all because her brain was addled from the fall. Nothing else.
"Look. Rachel-"
"Lea," the brunette interrupted.
"What?"
"My name's Lea. Why are you calling me Rachel?"
"Um, because that's your name. Duh. Is this like some...method acting thing? Cuz you'd be crazy enough to do that."
"Sweetheart, I really think we should get you checked by someone. You're talking funny and-" Lea made a move towards the blonde, but quickly withdrew when she saw her retreat further into the trailer wall. It was tearing Quinn apart a little inside to see the pain she was causing the brunette, but her instincts weren't in sync with her thoughts or feelings. "Maybe you should just rest. We can go back to our apartment. I'm sure you'll feel better after some sleep."
"Our apartment? We live together?" Quinn asked as she relaxed her position.
Lea blushed and lowered her eyes to a strand of string she was playing with on her jacket. "Well, no. Not technically. But it's not like you ever actually sleep over at Alex's. I mean, you pretty much stopped visiting after the twelfth time you walked in on him and some guy in compromising positions. But we have to keep the network off our backs somehow."
Now she was even more confused. Alex? Who the hell was Alex? And were they friends, or dating, or what? And what network? What the hell was going on. Maybe she really did need some sleep.
"Um, yeah. Okay. Let's go...there. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning." Actually, she was hoping when she woke up she'd be back home in her own bed, putting this horrible dream behind her.
The brunette stood up to offer the blonde her hand, but thought better of it a moment later and pretended she was going for her jacket instead. "Well, um, follow me then. Don't forget your jacket."
Lea pointed towards a bomber jacket hanging off a chair, and Quinn gagged a little inside. She made a mental note to get rid of it the moment she could and find a nice cardigan instead. When she stepped out of the trailer though, she realized she wouldn't be needing a jacket at all.
"Dianna? Dianna? DIANNA!" Quinn looked over at the shouting, seeing the brunette beckoning her over. "You'll need your keys?" She said, pointing towards a car parked next to the trailer. "They're in your jacket pocket."
Quinn reached in a found the before mentioned keys and pressing the unlock button. The lights of the grey Audi before her lit up and she couldn't help but grin. So maybe the girl didn't have great taste in jackets, but there was nothing wrong with her taste in cars.
"So, I guess you should follow me. Or did you not lose the directions to our apartment along with all your memories in general?"
Quinn just nodded and threw her jacket into the passenger seat, taking her spot behind the wheel. The feeling of power surging through her was invigorating. Now this she could get used to.
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"So, this is our humble abode." Lea said as she tossed her jacket on the couch and threw her arms around in some grand gesture. She leaned down to pet a black cat that had started to rub itself against her leg. "Hey Claude, where's your sister?"
Quinn was too busy taking in the place. It was hers, well, there's. But there were no parents here to judge her. No father's to kick her out. No one could throw her out of this place for getting pregnant. And she could eat whatever she wanted. If she wanted bacon, then she would have some bacon. The realization was intoxicating.
"Um, are you okay. You have this really evil look on your face that you normally only get when you're messing with your tumblr followers." Lea shooed the cat away from her leg and approached the blonde with caution. Her hand was barely resting on her girlfriend's arm when she replied, "what? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. It's just...a lot to take in. You know?"
"Yeah, sure. So, the bedroom's this way."
Quinn smirked at how forward the brunette was being, but made her way to the indicated room anyway. Lea followed, glad that that sentence hadn't started an argument. The blonde plopped down on the bed, on her side even, and looked around the room as if expecting something to happen.
"Oh, um. You normally just sleep in your underwear, but I'm sure I can find you some sweats to sleep in if that would make you more comfortable." The blonde nodded and started looking through the drawers. Lea interjected, reaching into the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of grey pants. Then she took a black shirt out of the third drawer down. She handed them to Quinn who surveyed the shirt. It said "Spring Awakening" in bright red font. She looked at the brunette with a questioning face.
"It's your favorite shirt. It was mine from the show. Don't you remember?"
Quinn shook her head, then just stood there glaring at the brunette. "Oh, right. I'll just let you change. I'll be in the living room. Call me when you're done."
The brunette slipped out and as soon as she was sure the door was closed and secure, Quinn started stripping. When she was happily out of the constricting Cheerios uniform, and in the much more comfortable makeshift pajamas, she opened the door, sticking her head out and calling, "I'm done. You can come back in now."
Lea jumped up from her spot on the couch. She had clearly been waiting there in silence. Alone with her thoughts. When they were back in the room, Lea looked down at the uniform draped neatly over a chair. "Oh, yeah. We probably should have returned those to costumes. Don't worry. Lou will probably just think we stole it again for..." Her speech died off midsentence, and silence overtook them once more.
Never okay with the awkwardness, Quinn filled the space, "So, I'm really tired. I guess I'll just get to bed. Um, goodnight." She turned away and slid under the sheets in to the middle of the bed. "Could you just turn off the lights off on your way out?"
Lea didn't move or make a sound. She just continued to stare at the spot the blonde had vacated. "Rach-Lea, will you please stop staring at me! It's creeping me out..."
The reply was barely a whisper and she didn't catch any of it. "Speak up," she practically growled and upon seeing the brunette's slight quiver, she changed her tone and repeated herself. "I'm sorry. Just, could you please say that again, but a bit...louder?"
She was nearly in tears as she obeyed, though still in a whisper, "I don't have anywhere else to sleep."
Realization dawned on Quinn. They slept together? In the same bed? Her and Treasure Trail? Okay, that was a little bit too weird for her. She wanted to tell her to go sleep on the couch, but the look on the diva's face was already tearing her apart inside. "Oh, okay. I'll just scoot over then."
The brunette seemed a bit shocked by this reaction. She started to take her shirt off, approaching the right side of the bed, but stopped halfway through upon seeing the look on the blonde's face. "No, it's okay. You don't have to be uncomfortable." At this, Lea turned around and resumed taking off her shirt, then her jeans. Quinn's breath hitched, she didn't realize THAT'S what Berry was hiding under her animal sweaters and plaid. And was that a tattoo she spotted?
"What's that?" she asked, reaching out to touch the music notes on the tan skinned, but quickly drawing her hand back at the slightest contact. It burned, but somehow in a good way. The brunette turned around, "what? Oh, this?" She slid under the covers as Quinn scooted over. "They're from 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' remember?"
Quinn fell back against her pillow and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Yeah, no, but I think they're pretty. I wish I had a tattoo. I think my dad would kill me if I got one though."
"But you do-" Lea stopped herself and fell back, mirroring the blonde's position. "Yeah, maybe you can get one when you're 18 and just put it somewhere he wouldn't see. Like your rib or something."
Quinn smiled, though the girl next to her didn't see. "Goodnight Ra-Lea. Sorry, that's just a little hard to remember." The brunette quietly chuckled and then replied, "It's okay. Goodnight...Quinn?"
Chapter Two