Two Lives, One Story - Chapter Two
Title: Two Live, One Story - 3/?
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2100
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, and I didn't get Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: In case anyone was wondering, this all takes place from the 8th of October and onward. I'm trying to match this up as much as possible with what we knew the cast was up to at the time.
A/N 2: awesomehamster from Livejournal wins because their comment actually made me tear up a bit. Brava (o?)
A/N 3: Semi-Christmas present, so...Happy holidays everyone!
Prologue / Chapter One
Chapter Two
"Very funny Quinn. Your not so subtle quip about my sexuality is very original. She has two gay dads, they must have raised her to be just like them as well. Because straight parents only raise straight children, so gay parents can only conceivably raise a gay child. I'm so glad you've-"
Dianna stopped her with a finger to the lips. "Babe, while I love your little rants about gay rights and what not, I really need to wake up now, so could you just kiss me and end this dream?"
The brunette seemed a bit thrown off by the contact, but persisted nonetheless. "Quinn, once again, this is not a dream. I don't know what elaborate prank you're trying to pull on me, but I'm tired and don't have time for this. So if you could just save this for later, I suggest you find your way home and give me a bit of reprieve for the day. My little ode to Finn was rather draining and I need to finish my "I love you" cookies in time for my required 8 hours of rest."
She stood up, pushing the blonde away and motioned towards the front door. "I'll show you out then." Dianna didn't budge. Just sat there staring at the brunette in stunned silence.
"What? What's wrong?" Rachel asked as she crossed her arms in slight frustration.
The blonde seemed on the verge of tears as she finally spoke up, "I, um, don't exactly know where home is. I mean, I figure it's the Fabray mansion, or whatever. But I don't know where that is."
Startled, the brunette was finally beginning to understand the extents of this memory loss. "Well, I'm sure I can write you detailed instructions-"
"And I don't exactly have a car. Nay-Santana and Brittany dropped me off."
"Okay, well, if you just let me finish these cookies, I guess I can give you a ride to your house, or to the school to get your car."
The blonde's bottom lip started to quiver and her breathing was become rapid. Rachel rushed forward, placing her hands on either arm and looking her square in the eyes. Those hazel orbs. "Quinn. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong. Tell me what you need me to do."
At the contact, Dianna instantly calmed. She reached an arm up to wipe her eyes, avoiding Rachel's gaze. "I just, I just really don't want to leave. Please don't make me leave."
She had the strongest urge to envelope the blonde in her arms, but resisted, opting instead to slowly rub her hands against the smooth, porcelain skin. "It's okay. We'll figure this out. You can call your parents and see if they'll let you stay over. Then we'll deal with this in the morning. Okay?" She lifted Dianna's chin, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Okay?"
The blonde sniffled and smiled, nodding in the affirmative. "Can, can you call them though? I don't exactly know the number..."
"Oh, yeah, of course. I'm pretty sure the number's in the school directory. One second, I'll find it. Could you stir this for me while I do that?" The brunette disappeared behind a pair of doors, as Dianna surveyed the counter before her. Earth Balance butter and egg substitute. It really intrigued her sometimes how similar Lea and Rachel really were.
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"Your mom said it was fine and sends her wishes for your speedy recovery. I told her you were feeling too sick to drive and that I thought it best for you to just spend the night instead of her going through the hassle of coming to get you." Dianna smiled and whispered a thank you as she handed over the mixing bowl.
"I added some nutmeg. Le- my friend always adds it to her vegan cookies. It's kind of her secret ingredient."
Rachel bit her lip in a surprised smile and accepted the mixture. "Thanks. I just have to scoop these out and put them in the oven. You can watch TV if you want. The remote is on the table. Just press the power button and everything should turn on."
"I don't really watc- um, okay. Tell me if you need any help." She said as she retreated to the living room. Rachel was taken aback by the drastic change in the blonde's attitude since this afternoon. Maybe they were really on their way to become friends. After all, she hadn't been ostracized by Quinn for her Finn-related request. That must have been a good sign. And Rachel really wanted to be her friend. There was just something so...intriguing about her. This must be the first step.
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"Quinn!" The brunette called out from the kitchen, "do you want a cookie?"
The blonde turned around from her spot on the couch. She had been searching for the FOX station, but it apparently didn't exist in this universe. Instead she found the normal channels, with the addition of a million musical themed ones. She had been watching a news report on the brutal murder of some girl who went by the pseudonym "awesomehamster" when Rachel had called for her. "What? Oh, yeah. Sure." She jumped up, turning off the television, and joining Rachel in the kitchen. "These are delicious. I told you nutmeg was the trick."
Rachel smiled, completely forgetting that the treats were originally intended for Finn. She just didn't have the heart to deny the blonde anything. "Thanks. I'm surprised you're even eating them. I was certain you would hold some disdain for their lack of animal byproducts."
"What are you talking about? I'm a veg- I eat anything. You know, I um, learned to be less picky after being homeless and whatnot." She was nervous as to whether the brunette would accept that answer or not, but relaxed when a nod was received.
Dianna knew she probably shouldn't be too concerned with Rachel knowing the truths of their situation, but she just didn't have the heart right now to shatter the girl's illusion. How would you like it if someone showed up and told you you weren't actually real? That you were the fantasy of some balding gay man who was clearly living his ideal childhood through you? And she knew for sure that Rachel would freak out if she became aware of the intimate knowledge Dianna had about every curve of her body or the way she sang when she came. It was a well known fact that Rachel Berry was annoyingly in love with Finn Hudson, and moreover, assuredly straight. That was the one big difference between the actor and the character.
"Yes. Well, I'll just finish cleaning up. Why don't you go upstairs and wait for me. I'm sure it'll become quite apparent which room is mine. I have some pajamas in the bottom drawer if you'd like to change out or your uniform. Just make yourself at home, I'll be right up."
Dianna nodded and grabbed another cookie before heading upstairs. She'd always imagined Rachel's door would have a large gold star emblazoned with her name, and was pleasantly happy that that fantasy at least was true. Pushing the door open, she saw the room she was quite familiar with. It had jokingly become the choice make out spot for the cast as it was the first set with a bed. When Finn's room was built, Lea had banished him, Heather, Naya and Mark to that room, claiming Rachel's as their sole spot.
She smirked as she looked at the hideous bed, remembering the countless times she and Lea had...slept in it. In this world, the only action it had seen were tame trips to first base. The next thing she noticed was an actual bathroom, instead of a door that led to nowhere. Remembering why she was there, she starting opening drawers, finding actual clothes instead of empty space. She blushed upon opening the underwear drawer and finding far less kinky things than were in her own drawer back home. There was a black lace bra though.
Dianna pulled a pair of grey sweatpants out of the bottom drawer, then a pink Wicked shirt that read "Popular." She unzipped her uniform, laying it neatly on the back of the desk chair, then grabbed the pants. She was starting to pull them on when the bedroom door creaked open.
"Quinn, I've set up the guest room bed for you and I've found you a-" Rachel's eyes expanded to twice their size when she took in the half naked blonde before her. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I should have knocked. I'll just leave and go find some place to die."
Dianna giggled. "No, it's okay. Don't be ashamed. Rachel. Really. You don't have to cover your eyes."
She had pulled on the pants when the brunette uncovered her gaze, taking in the shirtless girl before her. "Wow, I, you, um. There aren't even any stretch marks. I guess because you're so young you probably healed quickly."
She was taken aback, but played along anyway. "Yeah, I used a lot of Shea butter and that did the trick."
"Quinn, is that a tattoo? I thought that because of your Catholic upbringing, your parents would be opposed to such a defacement of your body, but I guess I was-"
Dianna looked down, realizing that her toned abs weren't the only thing that had travelled with her. I guess that meant a full body transference instead of just the mind. "Yeah, I got it for my mom. She always called me ' little lamb' because Mary had a little lamb."
"Oh, that's cute." She figured it was some Bible reference because she was pretty sure Quinn's mother's name was Judy. "So, the guest room is down the hall. And here's a toothbrush. There's a bathroom in there too."
Dianna didn't move. She kept shifting her gaze from the toothbrush and then to Rachel. "Actually, I was wondering if maybe, I could, um, stay here with you..."
Rachel was taken aback but oddly not opposed to the idea. "Oh, yeah. Of course Quinn. I understand that you probably don't want to be alone tonight. I would be perfectly fine with you staying in here. I'll just go get a sleeping bag and you can take the bed. You probably need a better night's rest than me anyway. Really, it's no-"
Dianna stopped her again with a finger to the lips. "You don't need to sleep on the floor. There's plenty of room for the both of us on the bed, and I promise not to kill you in your sleep."
Rachel hadn't even thought of that possibility and her eyes widened in silent surprise/fear. "I just really don't want to be alone, and I kind of need you right now. I know you don't understand why and you probably think this is some trick, but I swear I would never, will never hurt you. Ever. Okay?"
Rachel nodded and she truly did trust her. She didn't know why, considering there were no reasons in their past to warrant such faith, but there was something about this new Quinn that put her at ease. "I trust you. So, um, which side of the bed do you want?"
"You choose."
"I normally sleep on the right, but I'm fine with the-"
"That's perfect. I prefer the left side anyway." The blonde smiled and took her spot under the covers. Rachel soon followed, an equally bright grin overtaking her face.
"Goodnight Quinn. I hope you feel better in the morning."
Dianna smiled, fighting the urge to lean over and pull the brunette towards her. "Thank you Rachel. Goodnight."
Chapter Three
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2100
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, and I didn't get Dianna or Lea for Christmas.
A/N: In case anyone was wondering, this all takes place from the 8th of October and onward. I'm trying to match this up as much as possible with what we knew the cast was up to at the time.
A/N 2: awesomehamster from Livejournal wins because their comment actually made me tear up a bit. Brava (o?)
A/N 3: Semi-Christmas present, so...Happy holidays everyone!
Prologue / Chapter One
Chapter Two
"Very funny Quinn. Your not so subtle quip about my sexuality is very original. She has two gay dads, they must have raised her to be just like them as well. Because straight parents only raise straight children, so gay parents can only conceivably raise a gay child. I'm so glad you've-"
Dianna stopped her with a finger to the lips. "Babe, while I love your little rants about gay rights and what not, I really need to wake up now, so could you just kiss me and end this dream?"
The brunette seemed a bit thrown off by the contact, but persisted nonetheless. "Quinn, once again, this is not a dream. I don't know what elaborate prank you're trying to pull on me, but I'm tired and don't have time for this. So if you could just save this for later, I suggest you find your way home and give me a bit of reprieve for the day. My little ode to Finn was rather draining and I need to finish my "I love you" cookies in time for my required 8 hours of rest."
She stood up, pushing the blonde away and motioned towards the front door. "I'll show you out then." Dianna didn't budge. Just sat there staring at the brunette in stunned silence.
"What? What's wrong?" Rachel asked as she crossed her arms in slight frustration.
The blonde seemed on the verge of tears as she finally spoke up, "I, um, don't exactly know where home is. I mean, I figure it's the Fabray mansion, or whatever. But I don't know where that is."
Startled, the brunette was finally beginning to understand the extents of this memory loss. "Well, I'm sure I can write you detailed instructions-"
"And I don't exactly have a car. Nay-Santana and Brittany dropped me off."
"Okay, well, if you just let me finish these cookies, I guess I can give you a ride to your house, or to the school to get your car."
The blonde's bottom lip started to quiver and her breathing was become rapid. Rachel rushed forward, placing her hands on either arm and looking her square in the eyes. Those hazel orbs. "Quinn. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong. Tell me what you need me to do."
At the contact, Dianna instantly calmed. She reached an arm up to wipe her eyes, avoiding Rachel's gaze. "I just, I just really don't want to leave. Please don't make me leave."
She had the strongest urge to envelope the blonde in her arms, but resisted, opting instead to slowly rub her hands against the smooth, porcelain skin. "It's okay. We'll figure this out. You can call your parents and see if they'll let you stay over. Then we'll deal with this in the morning. Okay?" She lifted Dianna's chin, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Okay?"
The blonde sniffled and smiled, nodding in the affirmative. "Can, can you call them though? I don't exactly know the number..."
"Oh, yeah, of course. I'm pretty sure the number's in the school directory. One second, I'll find it. Could you stir this for me while I do that?" The brunette disappeared behind a pair of doors, as Dianna surveyed the counter before her. Earth Balance butter and egg substitute. It really intrigued her sometimes how similar Lea and Rachel really were.
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"Your mom said it was fine and sends her wishes for your speedy recovery. I told her you were feeling too sick to drive and that I thought it best for you to just spend the night instead of her going through the hassle of coming to get you." Dianna smiled and whispered a thank you as she handed over the mixing bowl.
"I added some nutmeg. Le- my friend always adds it to her vegan cookies. It's kind of her secret ingredient."
Rachel bit her lip in a surprised smile and accepted the mixture. "Thanks. I just have to scoop these out and put them in the oven. You can watch TV if you want. The remote is on the table. Just press the power button and everything should turn on."
"I don't really watc- um, okay. Tell me if you need any help." She said as she retreated to the living room. Rachel was taken aback by the drastic change in the blonde's attitude since this afternoon. Maybe they were really on their way to become friends. After all, she hadn't been ostracized by Quinn for her Finn-related request. That must have been a good sign. And Rachel really wanted to be her friend. There was just something so...intriguing about her. This must be the first step.
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"Quinn!" The brunette called out from the kitchen, "do you want a cookie?"
The blonde turned around from her spot on the couch. She had been searching for the FOX station, but it apparently didn't exist in this universe. Instead she found the normal channels, with the addition of a million musical themed ones. She had been watching a news report on the brutal murder of some girl who went by the pseudonym "awesomehamster" when Rachel had called for her. "What? Oh, yeah. Sure." She jumped up, turning off the television, and joining Rachel in the kitchen. "These are delicious. I told you nutmeg was the trick."
Rachel smiled, completely forgetting that the treats were originally intended for Finn. She just didn't have the heart to deny the blonde anything. "Thanks. I'm surprised you're even eating them. I was certain you would hold some disdain for their lack of animal byproducts."
"What are you talking about? I'm a veg- I eat anything. You know, I um, learned to be less picky after being homeless and whatnot." She was nervous as to whether the brunette would accept that answer or not, but relaxed when a nod was received.
Dianna knew she probably shouldn't be too concerned with Rachel knowing the truths of their situation, but she just didn't have the heart right now to shatter the girl's illusion. How would you like it if someone showed up and told you you weren't actually real? That you were the fantasy of some balding gay man who was clearly living his ideal childhood through you? And she knew for sure that Rachel would freak out if she became aware of the intimate knowledge Dianna had about every curve of her body or the way she sang when she came. It was a well known fact that Rachel Berry was annoyingly in love with Finn Hudson, and moreover, assuredly straight. That was the one big difference between the actor and the character.
"Yes. Well, I'll just finish cleaning up. Why don't you go upstairs and wait for me. I'm sure it'll become quite apparent which room is mine. I have some pajamas in the bottom drawer if you'd like to change out or your uniform. Just make yourself at home, I'll be right up."
Dianna nodded and grabbed another cookie before heading upstairs. She'd always imagined Rachel's door would have a large gold star emblazoned with her name, and was pleasantly happy that that fantasy at least was true. Pushing the door open, she saw the room she was quite familiar with. It had jokingly become the choice make out spot for the cast as it was the first set with a bed. When Finn's room was built, Lea had banished him, Heather, Naya and Mark to that room, claiming Rachel's as their sole spot.
She smirked as she looked at the hideous bed, remembering the countless times she and Lea had...slept in it. In this world, the only action it had seen were tame trips to first base. The next thing she noticed was an actual bathroom, instead of a door that led to nowhere. Remembering why she was there, she starting opening drawers, finding actual clothes instead of empty space. She blushed upon opening the underwear drawer and finding far less kinky things than were in her own drawer back home. There was a black lace bra though.
Dianna pulled a pair of grey sweatpants out of the bottom drawer, then a pink Wicked shirt that read "Popular." She unzipped her uniform, laying it neatly on the back of the desk chair, then grabbed the pants. She was starting to pull them on when the bedroom door creaked open.
"Quinn, I've set up the guest room bed for you and I've found you a-" Rachel's eyes expanded to twice their size when she took in the half naked blonde before her. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I should have knocked. I'll just leave and go find some place to die."
Dianna giggled. "No, it's okay. Don't be ashamed. Rachel. Really. You don't have to cover your eyes."
She had pulled on the pants when the brunette uncovered her gaze, taking in the shirtless girl before her. "Wow, I, you, um. There aren't even any stretch marks. I guess because you're so young you probably healed quickly."
She was taken aback, but played along anyway. "Yeah, I used a lot of Shea butter and that did the trick."
"Quinn, is that a tattoo? I thought that because of your Catholic upbringing, your parents would be opposed to such a defacement of your body, but I guess I was-"
Dianna looked down, realizing that her toned abs weren't the only thing that had travelled with her. I guess that meant a full body transference instead of just the mind. "Yeah, I got it for my mom. She always called me ' little lamb' because Mary had a little lamb."
"Oh, that's cute." She figured it was some Bible reference because she was pretty sure Quinn's mother's name was Judy. "So, the guest room is down the hall. And here's a toothbrush. There's a bathroom in there too."
Dianna didn't move. She kept shifting her gaze from the toothbrush and then to Rachel. "Actually, I was wondering if maybe, I could, um, stay here with you..."
Rachel was taken aback but oddly not opposed to the idea. "Oh, yeah. Of course Quinn. I understand that you probably don't want to be alone tonight. I would be perfectly fine with you staying in here. I'll just go get a sleeping bag and you can take the bed. You probably need a better night's rest than me anyway. Really, it's no-"
Dianna stopped her again with a finger to the lips. "You don't need to sleep on the floor. There's plenty of room for the both of us on the bed, and I promise not to kill you in your sleep."
Rachel hadn't even thought of that possibility and her eyes widened in silent surprise/fear. "I just really don't want to be alone, and I kind of need you right now. I know you don't understand why and you probably think this is some trick, but I swear I would never, will never hurt you. Ever. Okay?"
Rachel nodded and she truly did trust her. She didn't know why, considering there were no reasons in their past to warrant such faith, but there was something about this new Quinn that put her at ease. "I trust you. So, um, which side of the bed do you want?"
"You choose."
"I normally sleep on the right, but I'm fine with the-"
"That's perfect. I prefer the left side anyway." The blonde smiled and took her spot under the covers. Rachel soon followed, an equally bright grin overtaking her face.
"Goodnight Quinn. I hope you feel better in the morning."
Dianna smiled, fighting the urge to lean over and pull the brunette towards her. "Thank you Rachel. Goodnight."
Chapter Three