fic: An Imperfect Future
Title: An Imperfect Future
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel, Artie, Rachel/Santana, Artie/Tina, Rachel/Mike, Santana/Brittany, Tina/Quinn, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU after Rachel builds the Halifax Gibbet in Challenges. Rachel helps Artie build a time machine which allows them to find out one way their futures may work out.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~10,150
Spoilers: previous stories in this series, specifically, Tradition Dictates It and Ambitions parts One and Two
A/N: So this happened. Despite all the pairings listed, this is basically just an Artie and Rachel adventure.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Rachel can practically feel Artie's excitement through her cell phone as he hurriedly asks what she's up to.
"Reading."
"Wanna take a break?"
"Uh…"
"Let me rephrase it," Artie says. "You want to take a break and come over."
"I do, do I?"
"You do."
"Fine. I suppose a small break can't hurt."
…
"You can't be serious," Rachel says.
"What's wrong with it?" Artie asks.
"Please don't make me say it."
"What?"
"It's a porta-potty."
"I know," Artie smiles. "But the family style version is the perfect size."
"At least tell me you doused it in bleach," Rachel says.
"Twice. And then three rounds of boiling water."
"Okay then."
"You have to admit it's the perfect size," Artie says as Rachel steps inside. "There's still a lot of work ahead, but I've managed to figure out the most important part."
"Oh?"
"Yep. I think I've finally figured out how to travel through time."
"That's amazing."
"You still want to help me?" Artie asks.
"I'd be honored," Rachel replies.
"Awesome."
…
With Santana having Cheerios practice again, it's easier for Rachel to find time to help Artie build the time machine. He works on the more technical, scientific parts while she works on reinforcing it with metal supports and aluminum siding. She also tries to make the inside see less like a porta-potty by lining the inside walls with more steel beams and wood paneling, adding chairs and making several sturdy locks for the door.
It actually takes less time than expected, though only because Artie has everything planned out and all the necessary materials ready. Rachel appreciates his attention to detail as it seems to be on par with her own.
"I feel like I'm in my dad's study," Artie says as they look around at the finished project.
They're standing inside the time machine and Rachel has to agree that it does look like more like a study than a time machine, but they'd both decided that aluminum siding inside would make it feel too cold.
"Yes, well, maybe we could get a deer to mount on a wall to complete the look," Rachel says.
"A deer head?" Artie questions, sounding scandalized.
"Or I could paint the walls a nice sky blue to lighten things up a bit."
"I wasn't trying to mock your efforts, Rachel," Artie tells her.
"Oh. I apologize. Defensiveness is a bit of a habit."
"I understand."
…
After documenting every inch of the time machine with his camera phone, Artie agrees to attempt the first test. They're going to send just the time machine into the future.
Rachel watches him set everything up, before closing the door. He holds up a remote that he explains he made for the sole purpose of being able to test the time machine. If all the tests work, it will be destroyed.
"I've seen enough movies to know how badly things will turn out if I don't," Artie explains.
Rachel can only nod in agreement as she watches him push the red GO button.
A moment later, the time machine disappears.
…
Five minutes pass and it's suddenly just there and Rachel actually pinches herself. Because despite her confidence in Artie's science and her own wiliness to help out, Rachel still didn't completely believe the final product would be a working time machine.
She begins clapping in hands in excitement and high fives Artie.
"You did it," she exclaims. "I can't believe you really did it."
"I can't either," he replies. "And you helped."
"Yes, I admit the aluminum siding looks very nice, but you did the important part. The part that made this thing travel through time."
"Maybe," Artie says. "But I wouldn't have been able to finish it, if not for you."
"Well, let's examine it first before we declare complete victory," Rachel replies. "Just in case things didn't stand up properly to the time travel."
Artie nods and they begin slowly circling it, looking for any damage. Seeing none, they head inside to look. Finding nothing seemingly damaged, broken or out of place, they deem it successful.
"Test two," Artie announces, pulling out a small rabbit in a plastic carrier. He places it in a chair and straps it down.
Rachel watches him set up everything up again before wheeling himself out. With the remote, he sends it on its way. And they're left waiting to see if the journey is safe for living creatures.
…
Five minutes later the time machine reappears and they eagerly approach it. Artie, once again, examines it for any damage, while Rachel investigates if the rabbit is still alive.
It is, though it looks a bit freaked out. Its ears are standing straight up and it can't stop shaking. However, it does seem to calm down a bit, once it's out of the time machine. She releases it and it hops away. Rachel goes to chase it when Artie tells her to let it go.
"Don't worry," he says. "It's nobody pet. I had Brittany catch it for me in the park the other day. I knew we'd need something living and it seemed so much easier than a cat or dog."
"Oh. Okay."
…
It's time to test the time machine themselves. Artie wants to try jumping an hour into the future first and Rachel agrees.
"Don't look so nervous," Artie tells her. "We saw it work already. Besides, if anything goes wrong, I left all the necessary information behind."
"Seriously?"
Artie nods.
"For who?"
"Mike and Santana."
"Seriously?"
Artie nods again. "Yeah. Trust me."
"I am already," Rachel says, gesturing to their surroundings.
"Right. Course." He takes a deep breath. "Ready?"
Rachel nods.
Artie hits the red GO button.
…
It's the oddest feeling Rachel's ever experienced and it's over in a second. It's as if she's being spun, stretched, squeezed and then suctioned. It's an agonizingly long second and then it's gone and Rachel knows they've landed. So to speak.
She looks over at Artie and he looks equally uncomfortable, but alive. Both unbuckle themselves and hesitantly step out of the time machine.
Thankfully they appear to be still in Artie's backyard. They slowly head into the house and check the microwave. It reads sixty minutes later and Rachel can't help but let out a triumphant shout. Artie lets out a whoop of joy and grabs Rachel, pulling her into a hug.
"It's official," Rachel says. "You're a genius."
"Well, I'm not sure if genius is the right word, exactly."
"You build a working time machine, Artie," Rachel says. "This is no time for modesty."
"In that case, then, thank you."
…
Deciding to bask in the joy of success, they agree to part and try out the machine thoroughly the next day. Rachel is a little nervous that Artie might change his mind and want to try it sooner. She doesn't blame him, it's temptation sitting out in the open.
Seeing this doubt and hesitation, Artie hands over the remote.
"It means that even if I do take it out for a spin, you can call it back," he explains.
"But what if you're not in it?"
Artie holds up two beepers, giving one to Rachel. "This tells you that the time machine is leaving. It gives you fifteen minutes until it disappears. If you make it back before then, it will leave. However, if it leaves without me, you can just get in and return to where I was to pick me up. Right?"
"I suppose so."
"Good. So I'll see you tomorrow after your voice lesson and we'll try it out."
"All right. I'll see you tomorrow."
…
The only thing that stops Rachel from heading over to Artie's right away in the morning is that she has a voice lesson. Amazing scientific discoveries are no excuse to shirk one's obligations.
However, once her lesson is finished, she's heading over to Artie's full of anticipation. She wonders briefly if Artie gave in and tried out the machine without her or if he was able to wait.
She parks on the street in front of the Abrams house and walks around the house towards the backyard like Artie told her to.
"Hey Rachel," Artie greets.
"Hello Artie," Rachel replies. "I'm surprised. I thought you might have taken it for a spin."
"It's taken every ounce of will power I have not to," Artie tells her. "So I’m relieved to see you."
"Well here's the remote. Though I believe I'll keep this beeper."
"Good idea," Artie says. "I'll go put the remote with the emergency kit I made in case we get stuck in the future."
"All right."
…
Twenty minutes later, they're both inside the time machine, strapping in. They've decided to jump to the end of the school year because Artie wants to know if he'll get an internship. Rachel doesn't mind because she's curious as to what she'll find at the end of her high school career. Besides, Artie says they can jump into the far future after that.
Once everything's been checked and double checked, they're ready to go.
Artie looks over at Rachel. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Artie hits the red GO button.
…
In Rachel's mind the biggest concern about going into the future is where to land. An aluminum covered porta-potty isn't exactly conspicuous. Still she trusts Artie when he says he picked a place where he knows they're be out of sight.
Stepping out of the time machine, Rachel's a bit confused as to where they are. Artie wheels out behind her with a smile on his face.
"It worked," he says.
"Where are we?"
"The roof of McKinley," he answers.
"This is safe?"
"I doubt anyone will just stumble onto it," Artie replies.
"True," Rachel says. "But how are we getting down?"
"You still remember how to pick the lock, right?"
Rachel nods.
"We'll be fine then," he says, as he makes his way towards the door.
…
They decide to split up, since they both want to check out their future selves. After making sure their cell phones call each other and not their future selves, they agree to meet back in two hours. And if there's a problem, they should be able to communicate with each other.
"Good luck?" Rachel offers.
"You too, I guess," Artie replies, before heading towards his house.
…
Realizing he didn't quite think this through, Artie is glad that his house is relatively close to McKinley so he only has a couple miles to go. He wonders what he's going to do if he finds himself at home.
His key still works and so he heads inside and towards his room. Thankfully, the house seems to be empty. His parents are most likely are at work. He heads towards his room to explore.
It looks almost exactly the same; the only difference being his cap and gown hanging off his closet door. Maybe that's where his future self is, out celebrating graduation. That would make sense. He quickly begins searching the usual places for the letter.
After about ten minutes of searching, he can't find it. Maybe it hasn't arrived yet. How frustrating. He'll have to come back later. Or maybe jump ahead into the summer months and see if he's leaving every morning for the internship. Exiting his room, he begins to formulate another plan.
Just as he's leaving, the mail arrives, sliding through the mail slot on the door. He eagerly wheels over and finds an envelope addressed to him from Russo Enterprises Inc. Not caring, he rips it open and beings reading.
Dear Mr. Abrams,
Congratulations. We have chosen you for our summer internship at Russo Enterprises Inc. However, we regret to inform you that Dr. Justin Harper will no longer be your advisor. Instead, you will be interning with Dr. Alex Stone.
If you are still interested, please contact us at HR@RussoEnterprises.net. If we do not hear from you in ten days after the date of this letter, we will assume you are no longer interested and will give your spot to another applicant.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Dr. Chad Williams
Head of Robotics
Artie's joy at winning the internship is immediately diminished by the knowledge that he won't be working with his idol, Dr. Harper. He heads back into his room to look up possible reasons why Dr. Harper would no longer be his advisor.
Booting up his computer, he quickly goes to Google and begins searching.
It doesn't take long. The first thing that pops up is an obituary. It seems Dr. Harper was killed by a drunk driver just a month ago. What a fucking waste, Artie thinks to himself.
…
Meanwhile Rachel is walking slowly towards house, trying to figure out where she would be at this moment and hoping it's not in her room. She's not sure what she'll be looking for in her room. Maybe her acceptance letter to Julliard.
This particular visit is more for Artie. Rachel is more curious about her future in ten years then the end of her high school career. She knows things can only truly start for her once she's out of Lima.
Still, a part of her is sentimental, so she figures a quick glance around her room couldn't hurt. It's not like there's anyone she can check up on without freaking people out.
…
Artie doesn't know what to do. The main reason he wanted this internship was to be able to work with Dr. Harper. Artie has been following his career for as long as he can remember. The man has done amazing things for the field of robotics and Artie knows he'd be unstoppable if he'd been able to learn from him. But now? He doesn't know if he wants the internship. Dr. Stone is a good doctor as well, but it's like comparing water to a well aged single malt scotch. Not that he would know; that's just something his father says occasionally, but he feels that it still holds up.
Making a snap decision, he quickly shuts down the computer and stuffs the letter in his pocket. Making sure nothing else is disturbed in his room or the rest of the house, Artie then lets himself breathe a sigh of relief and exits the house.
…
Using her key, Rachel enters her house slowly. She didn't see her car in the driveway, so it's a safe bet that the house is empty. For once, her fathers' absentee parenting is working to her advantage.
She heads up to her room. It looks the same as when she left this morning, though she knows that's not true. She digs in her desk and finds her acceptance letter from Julliard. She lets out a sigh of relief. Despite her outward confidence, she's still been very worried about rejection.
Sitting on her bed, Rachel pulls out her life plan checklist out, curious to see how it's changed. She's surprised to find it hasn't, really. Go to Julliard now has a smiley face next to it, but nothing else on the list has changed. She smiles as she looks at the crossed out, ask Tomás and Clara for permission to marry Santana. Underneath it are notes about when she and Santana should get married which she only started thinking about the summer before senior year. It seems a year later, she's still very much undecided.
Maybe that was what she'd been hoping about from the future. An answer to the question of her and Santana's future. She sighs. It was probably foolish of her to think that time travel would help solve her problems.
Suddenly Rachel hears the front door open. "Babe? You back yet?"
"Shit," Rachel mutters to herself. She quickly jumps up and begins smoothing the comforter. She shoves the Julliard acceptance letter back in her desk drawer and closes it quietly. She then quickly slides out the window, not realizing she's left her life plan checklist laying out.
…
"So did you get the internship?" Rachel asks when she and Artie meet back at McKinley.
"I did," Artie replies. "But unfortunately the person I wanted to work with died."
"Oh, that is unfortunate."
"So I don't think I'll be accepting it."
"You know that for sure?" Rachel questions.
"Well, not exactly," Artie replies. "I sort of took the letter with me."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Rachel asks.
"I am," Artie says. "If I can't work with Dr. Harper, then I don't see the point."
"All right."
"You ready to see yourself at thirty?" Artie asks.
"Definitely."
…
This time it seems that Artie's landed them inside a tower.
"Are we in a castle?" Rachel asks.
"Belvedere Castle," Artie nods. "I don't think they use it anymore in 2024. And according to my research, it's wheelchair accessible. I think this is the best place to keep it while we're here."
"Sounds good to me," Rachel says. "So what's the plan?"
"I figure we should get some money first," Artie replies. "So I brought my guitar."
"Perfect."
…
They move through Central Park, Artie playing his guitar and sometimes singing with Rachel. They make over two hundred dollars and hope it's enough.
"Research is next," Rachel announces once they've counted their earnings.
"Really?"
"Well, can you think of any other way?"
"I suppose it's a good place to start," Artie agrees. "Library?"
Rachel nods. "If I remember correctly, there's one on 67th. Upper East Side. Hopefully it's still there."
"Works for me."
…
Thankfully the library is still there, though it looks quite different than Rachel remembers. Still, they enter and try not to look too conspicuous.
"Hopefully they're just think we're some out of town hicks," Rachel whispers to Artie.
He nods, agreeing they do look the part.
They each find a computer and begin researching themselves.
…
Artie is surprised to find he plays lead guitar in a fairly popular indie band called, Three Point One Four One. He recognizes Tom Mercer, who plays keyboard, but the other two, Derek Briggs, drums and Andrew Pacer, bass, don't ring a bell.
They're apparently pretty good. They've made four albums that have all sold in the millions. And currently, the band is on tour.
…
Rachel decides to look up Santana first and find out if they're still together. She knows she should be more concerned about her career, but Rachel is letting her romantic side decide things for once, instead of her pragmatic side.
She's pleased to find that Santana is a lawyer. It's something she admitted wanting over the summer, seemingly afraid that Rachel would disapprove. But Rachel is pleased to see that Santana is a very successful defense attorney at Warren, Stevens & Nichols with a 75% win rate.
…
Artie tries to find information about his relationships. He assumes traveling with the band has to be hard on a girlfriend. Still, he hopes he isn't alone.
He's dismayed to find that he is in fact now alone after his wife, Tina Cohen-Chang filed for divorce and has sole custody of their two children, Justin and Lily.
…
Rachel's smile grows as she finds an article about their marriage. It falters slightly when she reads that they got married at the age of 20 and 21, respectively, and never broke up after high school.
Rachel's unsure how she feels about this. Yes, she is still debating if staying together during college is a wise decision or not. So seeing that it in fact did work out and they managed to stay together is quite a relief. Though next, she quickly searches for any mention of divorce and luckily, finds none.
…
Artie can't believe he married Tina. He's curious whose idea the second chance was. He hopes it was his because he's always kind of wondered.
Further research shows that Tina is the creator of a widely read comic book, Titan X7. Titan X7 is the story of Charlotte, a nineteen year old better known as Charlie who is one of the last surviving humans stuck on a space ship called the ,Titan X7. The comic chronicles their attempts to find a new place to start humanity over. Apparently, Tina comes up with the words and the plot with a little help from her illustrator… Quinn Fabray.
…
Rachel is saddened to learn that she is an actress on a soap opera. Apparently she's been on it for almost seven years now. Her character had amnesia when she first appeared, but her memory eventually returned and it was revealed that she was actually the secret child of a woman who'd been raped by her father when she was only eleven. She'd been given up for adoption. Rachel's character had been in a car accident, which is what took her memory. Her instincts sent her in the direction of her mother for an inevitable dramatic confrontation. It took almost a year for that scene, but it was one of the most watched in the history of the show.
…
Not sure he can take anymore, Artie pulls away from his computer and taps Rachel on the shoulder. The forlorn look on her face tells him, her findings were just as pleasing as his.
Unsure what to do next, Artie says, "I think need something to eat."
Rachel nods. "We can figure out our next move."
They slowly exit the library and begin walking. It doesn't take long for them to find a hot dog vendor.
Though it pains her to do it, Rachel buys and eats a hotdog, knowing their limited funds don't allow her to be choosey.
Rachel sits on a nearby bench and they quietly share their findings. Though they both know they have no right to complain, per say, about how their lives turned out, both know their future selves aren't happy.
"I wish we could talk to someone," Artie says. "I mean, there's plenty we don't know about the last ten years. Maybe it's better than we think?"
"Maybe…"
"Because if we went back now," Artie continues. "I'm not sure what I'll do, but I do know, I'd want to know what I've done wrong. Then maybe all this could be avoided."
"What if we didn’t do anything wrong?" Rachel asks. "What if we did everything right and our lives turned out this way for that very reason?"
"Well, we can't start second guessing ourselves," Artie replies. "We could talk ourselves in circles that way."
"You're right," Rachel says. "We need to talk to someone. Someone who knows us and what happened. We need details."
"Doesn't that break like every single time travel rule there is?" Artie asks.
"Some ethical ones too, I'm sure."
"Yippee," Artie says, dryly. "Who would even talk to us? It's quite a bit to wrap your head around. Don't you think?"
"Definitely," Rachel agrees.
"So who do we talk to that would be able to… I don't know, believe us?"
"We talk to Brittany."
…
They head back to the library to research Brittany. Artie's trying to figure out why Brittany would be the best candidate and simply can't.
"Because nothing fazes her," Rachel explains. "She'll be able to accept that we are who we say we are with minimal proof or questions. Nor will she feel badly about telling us our futures."
Artie mulls the idea over as they head for an open computer and has to agree with Rachel. Brittany would be able to accept them, whereas pretty everyone else would freak out.
…
It turns out that Brittany lives in New York City.
"How fortuitous," Rachel says.
Brittany, it seems is part of a well-known choreography team consisting of her and Mike Chang, known as P & C Dance.
"And look," Arite says. "Their office is pretty close. West 57th."
Rachel nods. They exit the library and begin walking west.
"What if she's not there?" Artie asks.
"Then we're in trouble," Rachel replies.
"We could call."
"With what? Our cell phones only seem to work with each other's. I guess roaming doesn't include going to the future."
"We should complain," Artie says.
"I'd love to hear that conversation with customer service," Rachel chuckles.
"They'd probably think it's a prank call," Artie agrees.
"Hi, yes I'd like to complain about my service," Rachel mocks. "I went thirteen years into the future and wasn't able to call myself. It was very frustrating. If your company still exists in the future, shouldn't I still be able to get service?"
Artie can't help but laugh.
After they stop laughing a silence falls over them. It lasts the rest of their journey until they find themselves standing in front of an office building. P & C Dance is on the fourth floor, so they take the elevator up. They find suite 407 and walk in.
"Hello, welcome to P & C Dance," the receptionist says. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, we don't have an appointment, but we were hoping to speak with Brittany Pierce for a moment."
The receptionist looks at the planner spread out on her desk. "Well she's not busy at the moment. Let me call." After picking up a phone and dialing, she says, "Ms. Pierce? It's Lydia. You have some visitors. She covers the mouthpiece. "Name?"
"Uh… ask her if she can come greet us and then she can decide if she wants to talk to us."
The receptionist gives Rachel and odd look, but nods and repeats the request. She nods again and says, "Two teenagers. A short brunette in a plaid skirt and a guy with glasses in a wheelchair. Oh? Okay. All right." She hangs up the phone. "She said to bring you back." She stands. "If you'll follow me."
The receptionist leads them down a long hallway that ends with a door to the left and a door to the right.
"Ms. Pierce's office is that one," she announces, pointing to the left. "Mr. Chang's is the other."
"Thank you," Rachel says.
"Yeah, thanks," Artie adds.
The receptionist nods and disappears back down the hall.
"You ready for this?" Artie asks.
"No," Rachel replies. "But what choice do we have?"
Artie shrugs and knocks.
"Come in."
Rachel slowly opens the door and lets Arte enter first.
Thirty-year-old Brittany looks remarkably the same, though the smirk across her lips tells Rachel that this Brittany is a much cockier version of the one she knows.
"So what can I do for you two?" The blond asks as Rachel sits and Artie wheels next to her.
"Uh, this is going to sound rather outrageous," Rachel starts. "But we're from the past."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Rachel nods. "Artie and I built a time machine and we came to the future to see how things turn out."
"Hmmm," Brittany murmurs.
"But we realized that without someone who knows us, we don't really have the right story."
"So you're saying that you did some research, but have a lot of questions about what you found," Brittany clarifies.
"Yes, exactly," Rachel replies.
"You'll excuse me if I demand proof," Brittany says.
"Of course."
"When are you from?"
"Just before senior year," Rachel replies.
"Okay then. Let me think." After a moment, she looks up. "How many times have we slept together?" she asks.
Artie makes a noise halfway between a gasp and a cough that sounds like he's choking. Rachel smacks him on the back, just in case.
"Thanks," he croaks.
"One on one?" Rachel asks. "Or with other participants."
Artie begins another chocking cough that ends with an even harder smack on the back from Rachel.
"Either," Brittany replies.
"Just once," Rachel answers.
"Is it more than once now?" Artie asks.
"It might be," Brittany replies with a smirk.
"At McKinley?"
"Artie. Focus," Rachel snaps.
"Right. Sorry. Forgive me if I want to enjoy the visual for a moment."
"It is pretty awesome," Brittany agrees.
Rachel sighs. "So will you help us?"
"Yeah, I believe I will," Brittany says. "I don't have anything going on tonight. So why don't we grab dinner? My apartment, since it's possible we'll run into someone that knows your future selves."
"Seriously?" Artie asks.
"New York City is like a small town," Rachel answers. "You always seem to run into people when you don’t want to."
"Fair enough."
"My apartment. Six-thirty. 434 Washington Street."
"Tribeca?" Rachel clarifies.
Brittany nods.
"Okay. We'll see you then."
"Do you want me to call Lydia to walk you out?"
Rachel shakes her head. "I think we'll be fine. Right Artie?"
He nods.
"All right then. I'll see you guys in a few hours."
…
"So what are we going to do for five hours?" Artie asks.
"That's a good question," Rachel replies. "Something touristy?"
"Hmmm. Maybe."
They start walking south in silence and make it two blocks before Rachel suggests they see a show.
"And it has to be something we both want to see. Right?" she adds.
Artie lets out a sigh of relief. "Agreed."
They begin walking and eventually find a revival of Rocky Horror Picture Show with Elle Fanning as Janet.
"What do you think?" Rachel asks.
"Works for me," Artie tells her.
…
Brittany lives in a spacious loft that covers the entire top floor of an office building. It's airy and relaxed and seems to fit Brittany perfectly.
They take an antique looking elevator up to Brittany's floor, and are greeted by a more causal Brittany. They're then led to the kitchen where there's already a pizza laid out.
"It's vegan," Brittany says. "I figure you're still one, yet. Right?"
Rachel nods. "I take it that changes?"
"Necessity of being a starving artist," Brittany replies.
Hearing the word, vegan, Artie cringes as he bites into the pizza. His expression becomes thoughtful though as he chews. "It's not bad."
They eat in silence, though both Rachel and Artie let their eyes wander, taking in Brittany's personal space.
"So how should we do this?" Brittany asks once they're done. "You want to ask questions? Or should I just give a narrative.?"
"Questions," Rachel blurts out. Then she looks to Artie. "Is that okay with you?"
He nods.
"Okay," Brittany says. "Why don't you start since there's obviously something on your mind?"
"So San and I got married while we were still in school?"
"You did," Brittany nods. "Once San found your life plan checklist and saw that you'd already asked her parents for their blessing to get married, she made it her goal to give you the proposal she thought you deserved; which she did at Finn's Fourth of July party. You guys agreed to wait a few years though. Her parents wanted you guys to wait until you both graduated, but neither of you saw the point since you knew you'd be together forever."
"Seriously?" Artie exclaims. "Santana really thought that?"
"S can be romantic when she wants to," Brittany replies.
"I figured as much," Artie says. "Since Rach is so big on romance. It's just weird to try and picture."
"Wait a minute," Rachel interrupts. "What do you mean that Santana found my list?"
"I guess you left it sitting out one day over the summer and she found it," Brittany explains. "How about you, Artie? Any questions?"
"How'd I end up in a band?"
"Tom Mercer asked you. When you didn't get the internship you wanted after graduation, you immediately accepted when Tom asked. You didn't figure it would last too long and were looking for a distraction. But then a friend of a friend who's a record producer heard you guys and said that if you kept at it, you'd make it big. So none of you went to college; instead you moved to LA and started trying to make it. You got a record deal almost two years later."
"What about Tina?" Artie asks. "When did that restart?"
"You guys got closer over the summer and started dating again. She went to UCLA, and since you were in LA for the band, it worked. You guys got married after she graduated."
"And she writes a comic book?"
Brittany nods. "Titan X7. Tina writes. Quinn draws."
"Quinn? Quinn Fabray?" Rachel asks.
Brittany nods again. "She went to UCLA too. She and Tina started Titan X7 their senior year."
"Quinn is always full of surprises," Rachel comments.
"And we have kids?"
"Yep. The twins just turned six."
"And they live with Tina?"
"They do. Mutual decision since you're on the road so much," Brittany informs them.
"Why did we get divorced?" Artie asks.
"You've slept with a lot of groupies," Brittany replies. "A lot."
"Really?" Rachel asks, turning to face Artie.
He nods. "I can see myself getting caught up in it all and doing that."
"Don't get all judgey on him, Rach," Brittany interjects. "You're not so innocent either."
"I wasn't," Rachel protests. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You're having an affair," Brittany states.
"I'm not!"
"You are," Brittany nods. "But San is too. So… If that helps."
"It doesn't."
"With who?" Artie asks.
"Artie," Rachel hisses.
"What? I'm curious."
"Fine." Rachel sighs. "Who is it?"
"Mike Chang."
"What?" Rachel exclaims.
"Seriously?" Artie questions.
Brittany nods again.
"Well then who is Santana sleeping with?" Artie asks.
"Brittany," Rachel answers.
"What?" Artie stares at Brittany, who nods. "But…"
"I agree," Rachel says.
"How did you…"
"I just did," Rachel replies. "Just as I wasn't surprised when Britt said I was having an affair with Mike. Or how she just accepted that we're from the past."
"I am sorry, Rachy," Brittany says.
"Thank you, Britt," Rachel replies. "But if Santana is that unhappy, then I'm glad you're helping her. Sort of."
"Rachel?" Artie asks.
"What? While it's most likely that I did it first, what probably drove San to it was actually the fact that she's miserable," Rachel explains. "I'm just glad she didn't choose another more destructive way to cope."
"That's an immensely pragmatic way to look at it," Artie says.
"Thank you," Rachel tells him. She turns to Brittany. "I take it I didn't do so well auditioning for shows?"
"You did well enough," Brittany replies. "But this producer saw you in this off-off Broadway show and cast you on his soap. You figured it would be good for your career, all that television exposure. But the longer you were away from the stage, the more difficult it was to go back."
"But I--"
"Because you'd been just starting out. And contrary to what you thought, being on a soap opera didn’t help your career. No one would give you a chance on stage. Meanwhile, you're character was growing more and more popular. And having to support both you and Santana while she finished law school, you kept with it."
"Wait a minute," Artie interrupts. He turns to Rachel. "I thought you said Santana was a highly successful defense attorney. She's miserable?"
"It's not what she wanted to do," Rachel says.
"But she was offered such an amazing job right after she took her LSATs, that she felt like she had to take it," Brittany explains.
"Why?"
"She wanted Rachel to go back to auditioning. But by then too much time had passed. And I think Rach was afraid of failing. After all, she does have quite a few adoring fans. It's just that they don’t love her for her incredible singing voice, but rather for her ability to cry and rip out the audience's hearts. Every. Single. Time."
"Hmph."
"Family?" Rachel asks.
Brittany shakes her head. "Your dads never completely approved of Santana and always blamed her for you two marrying so young. While Clara and Tomás felt betrayed because when you asked for their blessing, you said you didn't want to get married before you were twenty-five. Felix thought you were too young, as well. And since a lot of conversations with him after the wedding revolved around that, Santana stopped calling; until it had been an entire year and then it had been too long."
"And you and Mike are a team?" Artie asks.
Brittany nods. "We started choreographing together and it just kind of stuck. Thankfully, we produced amazing things together and so it wasn't too difficult to sell us as a package."
"How can you both sleep with a married couple?" Artie continues. "The same married couple?"
"We have our reasons," Brittany replies. "We all do."
"I believe it."
Artie just stares at Rachel in disbelief.
"There's one more thing you may want to know," Brittany says.
"I’m not sure that's true," Rachel replies.
"Uh, Tina has been dating someone else for almost six months now."
"Oh. Who?"
"Um, Quinn."
Artie stares at Brittany for a full ten seconds before muttering, "Well, fuck me."
"Just full of surprises," Rachel says.
…
After that, Artie refuses any more information, though Brittany says they've covered all the major bullet points.
"So now what?" Brittany asks.
"I don't know," Rachel replies. "I guess since we've got our answers, we'll head home."
"I wish I had better news for you guys," Brittany tells them.
"The truth hurts," Rachel says.
Artie lets out a half chuckle, half chocked cry.
"This is all rather surreal," Rachel murmurs.
"Not like the movies, huh? Brittany asks.
"Well, perhaps if our futures turned out anything like we thought…"
"Maybe you guys should have gone into the past instead," Brittany says.
"I was afraid of changing the past and affecting the present," Artie replies.
"Irony," Rachel sing songs.
"Indeed," Artie agrees.
…
When Artie finally feels capable of moving, they bid Brittany good-bye and thank her for all the information. Seeing that they're both still reeling from the news, Brittany just nods and waves as they descent in the elevator.
Wordlessly, they begin to head back towards Central Park and the time machine.
Part Two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel, Artie, Rachel/Santana, Artie/Tina, Rachel/Mike, Santana/Brittany, Tina/Quinn, OCs
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU after Rachel builds the Halifax Gibbet in Challenges. Rachel helps Artie build a time machine which allows them to find out one way their futures may work out.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~10,150
Spoilers: previous stories in this series, specifically, Tradition Dictates It and Ambitions parts One and Two
A/N: So this happened. Despite all the pairings listed, this is basically just an Artie and Rachel adventure.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Rachel can practically feel Artie's excitement through her cell phone as he hurriedly asks what she's up to.
"Reading."
"Wanna take a break?"
"Uh…"
"Let me rephrase it," Artie says. "You want to take a break and come over."
"I do, do I?"
"You do."
"Fine. I suppose a small break can't hurt."
…
"You can't be serious," Rachel says.
"What's wrong with it?" Artie asks.
"Please don't make me say it."
"What?"
"It's a porta-potty."
"I know," Artie smiles. "But the family style version is the perfect size."
"At least tell me you doused it in bleach," Rachel says.
"Twice. And then three rounds of boiling water."
"Okay then."
"You have to admit it's the perfect size," Artie says as Rachel steps inside. "There's still a lot of work ahead, but I've managed to figure out the most important part."
"Oh?"
"Yep. I think I've finally figured out how to travel through time."
"That's amazing."
"You still want to help me?" Artie asks.
"I'd be honored," Rachel replies.
"Awesome."
…
With Santana having Cheerios practice again, it's easier for Rachel to find time to help Artie build the time machine. He works on the more technical, scientific parts while she works on reinforcing it with metal supports and aluminum siding. She also tries to make the inside see less like a porta-potty by lining the inside walls with more steel beams and wood paneling, adding chairs and making several sturdy locks for the door.
It actually takes less time than expected, though only because Artie has everything planned out and all the necessary materials ready. Rachel appreciates his attention to detail as it seems to be on par with her own.
"I feel like I'm in my dad's study," Artie says as they look around at the finished project.
They're standing inside the time machine and Rachel has to agree that it does look like more like a study than a time machine, but they'd both decided that aluminum siding inside would make it feel too cold.
"Yes, well, maybe we could get a deer to mount on a wall to complete the look," Rachel says.
"A deer head?" Artie questions, sounding scandalized.
"Or I could paint the walls a nice sky blue to lighten things up a bit."
"I wasn't trying to mock your efforts, Rachel," Artie tells her.
"Oh. I apologize. Defensiveness is a bit of a habit."
"I understand."
…
After documenting every inch of the time machine with his camera phone, Artie agrees to attempt the first test. They're going to send just the time machine into the future.
Rachel watches him set everything up, before closing the door. He holds up a remote that he explains he made for the sole purpose of being able to test the time machine. If all the tests work, it will be destroyed.
"I've seen enough movies to know how badly things will turn out if I don't," Artie explains.
Rachel can only nod in agreement as she watches him push the red GO button.
A moment later, the time machine disappears.
…
Five minutes pass and it's suddenly just there and Rachel actually pinches herself. Because despite her confidence in Artie's science and her own wiliness to help out, Rachel still didn't completely believe the final product would be a working time machine.
She begins clapping in hands in excitement and high fives Artie.
"You did it," she exclaims. "I can't believe you really did it."
"I can't either," he replies. "And you helped."
"Yes, I admit the aluminum siding looks very nice, but you did the important part. The part that made this thing travel through time."
"Maybe," Artie says. "But I wouldn't have been able to finish it, if not for you."
"Well, let's examine it first before we declare complete victory," Rachel replies. "Just in case things didn't stand up properly to the time travel."
Artie nods and they begin slowly circling it, looking for any damage. Seeing none, they head inside to look. Finding nothing seemingly damaged, broken or out of place, they deem it successful.
"Test two," Artie announces, pulling out a small rabbit in a plastic carrier. He places it in a chair and straps it down.
Rachel watches him set up everything up again before wheeling himself out. With the remote, he sends it on its way. And they're left waiting to see if the journey is safe for living creatures.
…
Five minutes later the time machine reappears and they eagerly approach it. Artie, once again, examines it for any damage, while Rachel investigates if the rabbit is still alive.
It is, though it looks a bit freaked out. Its ears are standing straight up and it can't stop shaking. However, it does seem to calm down a bit, once it's out of the time machine. She releases it and it hops away. Rachel goes to chase it when Artie tells her to let it go.
"Don't worry," he says. "It's nobody pet. I had Brittany catch it for me in the park the other day. I knew we'd need something living and it seemed so much easier than a cat or dog."
"Oh. Okay."
…
It's time to test the time machine themselves. Artie wants to try jumping an hour into the future first and Rachel agrees.
"Don't look so nervous," Artie tells her. "We saw it work already. Besides, if anything goes wrong, I left all the necessary information behind."
"Seriously?"
Artie nods.
"For who?"
"Mike and Santana."
"Seriously?"
Artie nods again. "Yeah. Trust me."
"I am already," Rachel says, gesturing to their surroundings.
"Right. Course." He takes a deep breath. "Ready?"
Rachel nods.
Artie hits the red GO button.
…
It's the oddest feeling Rachel's ever experienced and it's over in a second. It's as if she's being spun, stretched, squeezed and then suctioned. It's an agonizingly long second and then it's gone and Rachel knows they've landed. So to speak.
She looks over at Artie and he looks equally uncomfortable, but alive. Both unbuckle themselves and hesitantly step out of the time machine.
Thankfully they appear to be still in Artie's backyard. They slowly head into the house and check the microwave. It reads sixty minutes later and Rachel can't help but let out a triumphant shout. Artie lets out a whoop of joy and grabs Rachel, pulling her into a hug.
"It's official," Rachel says. "You're a genius."
"Well, I'm not sure if genius is the right word, exactly."
"You build a working time machine, Artie," Rachel says. "This is no time for modesty."
"In that case, then, thank you."
…
Deciding to bask in the joy of success, they agree to part and try out the machine thoroughly the next day. Rachel is a little nervous that Artie might change his mind and want to try it sooner. She doesn't blame him, it's temptation sitting out in the open.
Seeing this doubt and hesitation, Artie hands over the remote.
"It means that even if I do take it out for a spin, you can call it back," he explains.
"But what if you're not in it?"
Artie holds up two beepers, giving one to Rachel. "This tells you that the time machine is leaving. It gives you fifteen minutes until it disappears. If you make it back before then, it will leave. However, if it leaves without me, you can just get in and return to where I was to pick me up. Right?"
"I suppose so."
"Good. So I'll see you tomorrow after your voice lesson and we'll try it out."
"All right. I'll see you tomorrow."
…
The only thing that stops Rachel from heading over to Artie's right away in the morning is that she has a voice lesson. Amazing scientific discoveries are no excuse to shirk one's obligations.
However, once her lesson is finished, she's heading over to Artie's full of anticipation. She wonders briefly if Artie gave in and tried out the machine without her or if he was able to wait.
She parks on the street in front of the Abrams house and walks around the house towards the backyard like Artie told her to.
"Hey Rachel," Artie greets.
"Hello Artie," Rachel replies. "I'm surprised. I thought you might have taken it for a spin."
"It's taken every ounce of will power I have not to," Artie tells her. "So I’m relieved to see you."
"Well here's the remote. Though I believe I'll keep this beeper."
"Good idea," Artie says. "I'll go put the remote with the emergency kit I made in case we get stuck in the future."
"All right."
…
Twenty minutes later, they're both inside the time machine, strapping in. They've decided to jump to the end of the school year because Artie wants to know if he'll get an internship. Rachel doesn't mind because she's curious as to what she'll find at the end of her high school career. Besides, Artie says they can jump into the far future after that.
Once everything's been checked and double checked, they're ready to go.
Artie looks over at Rachel. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Artie hits the red GO button.
…
In Rachel's mind the biggest concern about going into the future is where to land. An aluminum covered porta-potty isn't exactly conspicuous. Still she trusts Artie when he says he picked a place where he knows they're be out of sight.
Stepping out of the time machine, Rachel's a bit confused as to where they are. Artie wheels out behind her with a smile on his face.
"It worked," he says.
"Where are we?"
"The roof of McKinley," he answers.
"This is safe?"
"I doubt anyone will just stumble onto it," Artie replies.
"True," Rachel says. "But how are we getting down?"
"You still remember how to pick the lock, right?"
Rachel nods.
"We'll be fine then," he says, as he makes his way towards the door.
…
They decide to split up, since they both want to check out their future selves. After making sure their cell phones call each other and not their future selves, they agree to meet back in two hours. And if there's a problem, they should be able to communicate with each other.
"Good luck?" Rachel offers.
"You too, I guess," Artie replies, before heading towards his house.
…
Realizing he didn't quite think this through, Artie is glad that his house is relatively close to McKinley so he only has a couple miles to go. He wonders what he's going to do if he finds himself at home.
His key still works and so he heads inside and towards his room. Thankfully, the house seems to be empty. His parents are most likely are at work. He heads towards his room to explore.
It looks almost exactly the same; the only difference being his cap and gown hanging off his closet door. Maybe that's where his future self is, out celebrating graduation. That would make sense. He quickly begins searching the usual places for the letter.
After about ten minutes of searching, he can't find it. Maybe it hasn't arrived yet. How frustrating. He'll have to come back later. Or maybe jump ahead into the summer months and see if he's leaving every morning for the internship. Exiting his room, he begins to formulate another plan.
Just as he's leaving, the mail arrives, sliding through the mail slot on the door. He eagerly wheels over and finds an envelope addressed to him from Russo Enterprises Inc. Not caring, he rips it open and beings reading.
Dear Mr. Abrams,
Congratulations. We have chosen you for our summer internship at Russo Enterprises Inc. However, we regret to inform you that Dr. Justin Harper will no longer be your advisor. Instead, you will be interning with Dr. Alex Stone.
If you are still interested, please contact us at HR@RussoEnterprises.net. If we do not hear from you in ten days after the date of this letter, we will assume you are no longer interested and will give your spot to another applicant.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Dr. Chad Williams
Head of Robotics
Artie's joy at winning the internship is immediately diminished by the knowledge that he won't be working with his idol, Dr. Harper. He heads back into his room to look up possible reasons why Dr. Harper would no longer be his advisor.
Booting up his computer, he quickly goes to Google and begins searching.
It doesn't take long. The first thing that pops up is an obituary. It seems Dr. Harper was killed by a drunk driver just a month ago. What a fucking waste, Artie thinks to himself.
…
Meanwhile Rachel is walking slowly towards house, trying to figure out where she would be at this moment and hoping it's not in her room. She's not sure what she'll be looking for in her room. Maybe her acceptance letter to Julliard.
This particular visit is more for Artie. Rachel is more curious about her future in ten years then the end of her high school career. She knows things can only truly start for her once she's out of Lima.
Still, a part of her is sentimental, so she figures a quick glance around her room couldn't hurt. It's not like there's anyone she can check up on without freaking people out.
…
Artie doesn't know what to do. The main reason he wanted this internship was to be able to work with Dr. Harper. Artie has been following his career for as long as he can remember. The man has done amazing things for the field of robotics and Artie knows he'd be unstoppable if he'd been able to learn from him. But now? He doesn't know if he wants the internship. Dr. Stone is a good doctor as well, but it's like comparing water to a well aged single malt scotch. Not that he would know; that's just something his father says occasionally, but he feels that it still holds up.
Making a snap decision, he quickly shuts down the computer and stuffs the letter in his pocket. Making sure nothing else is disturbed in his room or the rest of the house, Artie then lets himself breathe a sigh of relief and exits the house.
…
Using her key, Rachel enters her house slowly. She didn't see her car in the driveway, so it's a safe bet that the house is empty. For once, her fathers' absentee parenting is working to her advantage.
She heads up to her room. It looks the same as when she left this morning, though she knows that's not true. She digs in her desk and finds her acceptance letter from Julliard. She lets out a sigh of relief. Despite her outward confidence, she's still been very worried about rejection.
Sitting on her bed, Rachel pulls out her life plan checklist out, curious to see how it's changed. She's surprised to find it hasn't, really. Go to Julliard now has a smiley face next to it, but nothing else on the list has changed. She smiles as she looks at the crossed out, ask Tomás and Clara for permission to marry Santana. Underneath it are notes about when she and Santana should get married which she only started thinking about the summer before senior year. It seems a year later, she's still very much undecided.
Maybe that was what she'd been hoping about from the future. An answer to the question of her and Santana's future. She sighs. It was probably foolish of her to think that time travel would help solve her problems.
Suddenly Rachel hears the front door open. "Babe? You back yet?"
"Shit," Rachel mutters to herself. She quickly jumps up and begins smoothing the comforter. She shoves the Julliard acceptance letter back in her desk drawer and closes it quietly. She then quickly slides out the window, not realizing she's left her life plan checklist laying out.
…
"So did you get the internship?" Rachel asks when she and Artie meet back at McKinley.
"I did," Artie replies. "But unfortunately the person I wanted to work with died."
"Oh, that is unfortunate."
"So I don't think I'll be accepting it."
"You know that for sure?" Rachel questions.
"Well, not exactly," Artie replies. "I sort of took the letter with me."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Rachel asks.
"I am," Artie says. "If I can't work with Dr. Harper, then I don't see the point."
"All right."
"You ready to see yourself at thirty?" Artie asks.
"Definitely."
…
This time it seems that Artie's landed them inside a tower.
"Are we in a castle?" Rachel asks.
"Belvedere Castle," Artie nods. "I don't think they use it anymore in 2024. And according to my research, it's wheelchair accessible. I think this is the best place to keep it while we're here."
"Sounds good to me," Rachel says. "So what's the plan?"
"I figure we should get some money first," Artie replies. "So I brought my guitar."
"Perfect."
…
They move through Central Park, Artie playing his guitar and sometimes singing with Rachel. They make over two hundred dollars and hope it's enough.
"Research is next," Rachel announces once they've counted their earnings.
"Really?"
"Well, can you think of any other way?"
"I suppose it's a good place to start," Artie agrees. "Library?"
Rachel nods. "If I remember correctly, there's one on 67th. Upper East Side. Hopefully it's still there."
"Works for me."
…
Thankfully the library is still there, though it looks quite different than Rachel remembers. Still, they enter and try not to look too conspicuous.
"Hopefully they're just think we're some out of town hicks," Rachel whispers to Artie.
He nods, agreeing they do look the part.
They each find a computer and begin researching themselves.
…
Artie is surprised to find he plays lead guitar in a fairly popular indie band called, Three Point One Four One. He recognizes Tom Mercer, who plays keyboard, but the other two, Derek Briggs, drums and Andrew Pacer, bass, don't ring a bell.
They're apparently pretty good. They've made four albums that have all sold in the millions. And currently, the band is on tour.
…
Rachel decides to look up Santana first and find out if they're still together. She knows she should be more concerned about her career, but Rachel is letting her romantic side decide things for once, instead of her pragmatic side.
She's pleased to find that Santana is a lawyer. It's something she admitted wanting over the summer, seemingly afraid that Rachel would disapprove. But Rachel is pleased to see that Santana is a very successful defense attorney at Warren, Stevens & Nichols with a 75% win rate.
…
Artie tries to find information about his relationships. He assumes traveling with the band has to be hard on a girlfriend. Still, he hopes he isn't alone.
He's dismayed to find that he is in fact now alone after his wife, Tina Cohen-Chang filed for divorce and has sole custody of their two children, Justin and Lily.
…
Rachel's smile grows as she finds an article about their marriage. It falters slightly when she reads that they got married at the age of 20 and 21, respectively, and never broke up after high school.
Rachel's unsure how she feels about this. Yes, she is still debating if staying together during college is a wise decision or not. So seeing that it in fact did work out and they managed to stay together is quite a relief. Though next, she quickly searches for any mention of divorce and luckily, finds none.
…
Artie can't believe he married Tina. He's curious whose idea the second chance was. He hopes it was his because he's always kind of wondered.
Further research shows that Tina is the creator of a widely read comic book, Titan X7. Titan X7 is the story of Charlotte, a nineteen year old better known as Charlie who is one of the last surviving humans stuck on a space ship called the ,Titan X7. The comic chronicles their attempts to find a new place to start humanity over. Apparently, Tina comes up with the words and the plot with a little help from her illustrator… Quinn Fabray.
…
Rachel is saddened to learn that she is an actress on a soap opera. Apparently she's been on it for almost seven years now. Her character had amnesia when she first appeared, but her memory eventually returned and it was revealed that she was actually the secret child of a woman who'd been raped by her father when she was only eleven. She'd been given up for adoption. Rachel's character had been in a car accident, which is what took her memory. Her instincts sent her in the direction of her mother for an inevitable dramatic confrontation. It took almost a year for that scene, but it was one of the most watched in the history of the show.
…
Not sure he can take anymore, Artie pulls away from his computer and taps Rachel on the shoulder. The forlorn look on her face tells him, her findings were just as pleasing as his.
Unsure what to do next, Artie says, "I think need something to eat."
Rachel nods. "We can figure out our next move."
They slowly exit the library and begin walking. It doesn't take long for them to find a hot dog vendor.
Though it pains her to do it, Rachel buys and eats a hotdog, knowing their limited funds don't allow her to be choosey.
Rachel sits on a nearby bench and they quietly share their findings. Though they both know they have no right to complain, per say, about how their lives turned out, both know their future selves aren't happy.
"I wish we could talk to someone," Artie says. "I mean, there's plenty we don't know about the last ten years. Maybe it's better than we think?"
"Maybe…"
"Because if we went back now," Artie continues. "I'm not sure what I'll do, but I do know, I'd want to know what I've done wrong. Then maybe all this could be avoided."
"What if we didn’t do anything wrong?" Rachel asks. "What if we did everything right and our lives turned out this way for that very reason?"
"Well, we can't start second guessing ourselves," Artie replies. "We could talk ourselves in circles that way."
"You're right," Rachel says. "We need to talk to someone. Someone who knows us and what happened. We need details."
"Doesn't that break like every single time travel rule there is?" Artie asks.
"Some ethical ones too, I'm sure."
"Yippee," Artie says, dryly. "Who would even talk to us? It's quite a bit to wrap your head around. Don't you think?"
"Definitely," Rachel agrees.
"So who do we talk to that would be able to… I don't know, believe us?"
"We talk to Brittany."
…
They head back to the library to research Brittany. Artie's trying to figure out why Brittany would be the best candidate and simply can't.
"Because nothing fazes her," Rachel explains. "She'll be able to accept that we are who we say we are with minimal proof or questions. Nor will she feel badly about telling us our futures."
Artie mulls the idea over as they head for an open computer and has to agree with Rachel. Brittany would be able to accept them, whereas pretty everyone else would freak out.
…
It turns out that Brittany lives in New York City.
"How fortuitous," Rachel says.
Brittany, it seems is part of a well-known choreography team consisting of her and Mike Chang, known as P & C Dance.
"And look," Arite says. "Their office is pretty close. West 57th."
Rachel nods. They exit the library and begin walking west.
"What if she's not there?" Artie asks.
"Then we're in trouble," Rachel replies.
"We could call."
"With what? Our cell phones only seem to work with each other's. I guess roaming doesn't include going to the future."
"We should complain," Artie says.
"I'd love to hear that conversation with customer service," Rachel chuckles.
"They'd probably think it's a prank call," Artie agrees.
"Hi, yes I'd like to complain about my service," Rachel mocks. "I went thirteen years into the future and wasn't able to call myself. It was very frustrating. If your company still exists in the future, shouldn't I still be able to get service?"
Artie can't help but laugh.
After they stop laughing a silence falls over them. It lasts the rest of their journey until they find themselves standing in front of an office building. P & C Dance is on the fourth floor, so they take the elevator up. They find suite 407 and walk in.
"Hello, welcome to P & C Dance," the receptionist says. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, we don't have an appointment, but we were hoping to speak with Brittany Pierce for a moment."
The receptionist looks at the planner spread out on her desk. "Well she's not busy at the moment. Let me call." After picking up a phone and dialing, she says, "Ms. Pierce? It's Lydia. You have some visitors. She covers the mouthpiece. "Name?"
"Uh… ask her if she can come greet us and then she can decide if she wants to talk to us."
The receptionist gives Rachel and odd look, but nods and repeats the request. She nods again and says, "Two teenagers. A short brunette in a plaid skirt and a guy with glasses in a wheelchair. Oh? Okay. All right." She hangs up the phone. "She said to bring you back." She stands. "If you'll follow me."
The receptionist leads them down a long hallway that ends with a door to the left and a door to the right.
"Ms. Pierce's office is that one," she announces, pointing to the left. "Mr. Chang's is the other."
"Thank you," Rachel says.
"Yeah, thanks," Artie adds.
The receptionist nods and disappears back down the hall.
"You ready for this?" Artie asks.
"No," Rachel replies. "But what choice do we have?"
Artie shrugs and knocks.
"Come in."
Rachel slowly opens the door and lets Arte enter first.
Thirty-year-old Brittany looks remarkably the same, though the smirk across her lips tells Rachel that this Brittany is a much cockier version of the one she knows.
"So what can I do for you two?" The blond asks as Rachel sits and Artie wheels next to her.
"Uh, this is going to sound rather outrageous," Rachel starts. "But we're from the past."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Rachel nods. "Artie and I built a time machine and we came to the future to see how things turn out."
"Hmmm," Brittany murmurs.
"But we realized that without someone who knows us, we don't really have the right story."
"So you're saying that you did some research, but have a lot of questions about what you found," Brittany clarifies.
"Yes, exactly," Rachel replies.
"You'll excuse me if I demand proof," Brittany says.
"Of course."
"When are you from?"
"Just before senior year," Rachel replies.
"Okay then. Let me think." After a moment, she looks up. "How many times have we slept together?" she asks.
Artie makes a noise halfway between a gasp and a cough that sounds like he's choking. Rachel smacks him on the back, just in case.
"Thanks," he croaks.
"One on one?" Rachel asks. "Or with other participants."
Artie begins another chocking cough that ends with an even harder smack on the back from Rachel.
"Either," Brittany replies.
"Just once," Rachel answers.
"Is it more than once now?" Artie asks.
"It might be," Brittany replies with a smirk.
"At McKinley?"
"Artie. Focus," Rachel snaps.
"Right. Sorry. Forgive me if I want to enjoy the visual for a moment."
"It is pretty awesome," Brittany agrees.
Rachel sighs. "So will you help us?"
"Yeah, I believe I will," Brittany says. "I don't have anything going on tonight. So why don't we grab dinner? My apartment, since it's possible we'll run into someone that knows your future selves."
"Seriously?" Artie asks.
"New York City is like a small town," Rachel answers. "You always seem to run into people when you don’t want to."
"Fair enough."
"My apartment. Six-thirty. 434 Washington Street."
"Tribeca?" Rachel clarifies.
Brittany nods.
"Okay. We'll see you then."
"Do you want me to call Lydia to walk you out?"
Rachel shakes her head. "I think we'll be fine. Right Artie?"
He nods.
"All right then. I'll see you guys in a few hours."
…
"So what are we going to do for five hours?" Artie asks.
"That's a good question," Rachel replies. "Something touristy?"
"Hmmm. Maybe."
They start walking south in silence and make it two blocks before Rachel suggests they see a show.
"And it has to be something we both want to see. Right?" she adds.
Artie lets out a sigh of relief. "Agreed."
They begin walking and eventually find a revival of Rocky Horror Picture Show with Elle Fanning as Janet.
"What do you think?" Rachel asks.
"Works for me," Artie tells her.
…
Brittany lives in a spacious loft that covers the entire top floor of an office building. It's airy and relaxed and seems to fit Brittany perfectly.
They take an antique looking elevator up to Brittany's floor, and are greeted by a more causal Brittany. They're then led to the kitchen where there's already a pizza laid out.
"It's vegan," Brittany says. "I figure you're still one, yet. Right?"
Rachel nods. "I take it that changes?"
"Necessity of being a starving artist," Brittany replies.
Hearing the word, vegan, Artie cringes as he bites into the pizza. His expression becomes thoughtful though as he chews. "It's not bad."
They eat in silence, though both Rachel and Artie let their eyes wander, taking in Brittany's personal space.
"So how should we do this?" Brittany asks once they're done. "You want to ask questions? Or should I just give a narrative.?"
"Questions," Rachel blurts out. Then she looks to Artie. "Is that okay with you?"
He nods.
"Okay," Brittany says. "Why don't you start since there's obviously something on your mind?"
"So San and I got married while we were still in school?"
"You did," Brittany nods. "Once San found your life plan checklist and saw that you'd already asked her parents for their blessing to get married, she made it her goal to give you the proposal she thought you deserved; which she did at Finn's Fourth of July party. You guys agreed to wait a few years though. Her parents wanted you guys to wait until you both graduated, but neither of you saw the point since you knew you'd be together forever."
"Seriously?" Artie exclaims. "Santana really thought that?"
"S can be romantic when she wants to," Brittany replies.
"I figured as much," Artie says. "Since Rach is so big on romance. It's just weird to try and picture."
"Wait a minute," Rachel interrupts. "What do you mean that Santana found my list?"
"I guess you left it sitting out one day over the summer and she found it," Brittany explains. "How about you, Artie? Any questions?"
"How'd I end up in a band?"
"Tom Mercer asked you. When you didn't get the internship you wanted after graduation, you immediately accepted when Tom asked. You didn't figure it would last too long and were looking for a distraction. But then a friend of a friend who's a record producer heard you guys and said that if you kept at it, you'd make it big. So none of you went to college; instead you moved to LA and started trying to make it. You got a record deal almost two years later."
"What about Tina?" Artie asks. "When did that restart?"
"You guys got closer over the summer and started dating again. She went to UCLA, and since you were in LA for the band, it worked. You guys got married after she graduated."
"And she writes a comic book?"
Brittany nods. "Titan X7. Tina writes. Quinn draws."
"Quinn? Quinn Fabray?" Rachel asks.
Brittany nods again. "She went to UCLA too. She and Tina started Titan X7 their senior year."
"Quinn is always full of surprises," Rachel comments.
"And we have kids?"
"Yep. The twins just turned six."
"And they live with Tina?"
"They do. Mutual decision since you're on the road so much," Brittany informs them.
"Why did we get divorced?" Artie asks.
"You've slept with a lot of groupies," Brittany replies. "A lot."
"Really?" Rachel asks, turning to face Artie.
He nods. "I can see myself getting caught up in it all and doing that."
"Don't get all judgey on him, Rach," Brittany interjects. "You're not so innocent either."
"I wasn't," Rachel protests. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You're having an affair," Brittany states.
"I'm not!"
"You are," Brittany nods. "But San is too. So… If that helps."
"It doesn't."
"With who?" Artie asks.
"Artie," Rachel hisses.
"What? I'm curious."
"Fine." Rachel sighs. "Who is it?"
"Mike Chang."
"What?" Rachel exclaims.
"Seriously?" Artie questions.
Brittany nods again.
"Well then who is Santana sleeping with?" Artie asks.
"Brittany," Rachel answers.
"What?" Artie stares at Brittany, who nods. "But…"
"I agree," Rachel says.
"How did you…"
"I just did," Rachel replies. "Just as I wasn't surprised when Britt said I was having an affair with Mike. Or how she just accepted that we're from the past."
"I am sorry, Rachy," Brittany says.
"Thank you, Britt," Rachel replies. "But if Santana is that unhappy, then I'm glad you're helping her. Sort of."
"Rachel?" Artie asks.
"What? While it's most likely that I did it first, what probably drove San to it was actually the fact that she's miserable," Rachel explains. "I'm just glad she didn't choose another more destructive way to cope."
"That's an immensely pragmatic way to look at it," Artie says.
"Thank you," Rachel tells him. She turns to Brittany. "I take it I didn't do so well auditioning for shows?"
"You did well enough," Brittany replies. "But this producer saw you in this off-off Broadway show and cast you on his soap. You figured it would be good for your career, all that television exposure. But the longer you were away from the stage, the more difficult it was to go back."
"But I--"
"Because you'd been just starting out. And contrary to what you thought, being on a soap opera didn’t help your career. No one would give you a chance on stage. Meanwhile, you're character was growing more and more popular. And having to support both you and Santana while she finished law school, you kept with it."
"Wait a minute," Artie interrupts. He turns to Rachel. "I thought you said Santana was a highly successful defense attorney. She's miserable?"
"It's not what she wanted to do," Rachel says.
"But she was offered such an amazing job right after she took her LSATs, that she felt like she had to take it," Brittany explains.
"Why?"
"She wanted Rachel to go back to auditioning. But by then too much time had passed. And I think Rach was afraid of failing. After all, she does have quite a few adoring fans. It's just that they don’t love her for her incredible singing voice, but rather for her ability to cry and rip out the audience's hearts. Every. Single. Time."
"Hmph."
"Family?" Rachel asks.
Brittany shakes her head. "Your dads never completely approved of Santana and always blamed her for you two marrying so young. While Clara and Tomás felt betrayed because when you asked for their blessing, you said you didn't want to get married before you were twenty-five. Felix thought you were too young, as well. And since a lot of conversations with him after the wedding revolved around that, Santana stopped calling; until it had been an entire year and then it had been too long."
"And you and Mike are a team?" Artie asks.
Brittany nods. "We started choreographing together and it just kind of stuck. Thankfully, we produced amazing things together and so it wasn't too difficult to sell us as a package."
"How can you both sleep with a married couple?" Artie continues. "The same married couple?"
"We have our reasons," Brittany replies. "We all do."
"I believe it."
Artie just stares at Rachel in disbelief.
"There's one more thing you may want to know," Brittany says.
"I’m not sure that's true," Rachel replies.
"Uh, Tina has been dating someone else for almost six months now."
"Oh. Who?"
"Um, Quinn."
Artie stares at Brittany for a full ten seconds before muttering, "Well, fuck me."
"Just full of surprises," Rachel says.
…
After that, Artie refuses any more information, though Brittany says they've covered all the major bullet points.
"So now what?" Brittany asks.
"I don't know," Rachel replies. "I guess since we've got our answers, we'll head home."
"I wish I had better news for you guys," Brittany tells them.
"The truth hurts," Rachel says.
Artie lets out a half chuckle, half chocked cry.
"This is all rather surreal," Rachel murmurs.
"Not like the movies, huh? Brittany asks.
"Well, perhaps if our futures turned out anything like we thought…"
"Maybe you guys should have gone into the past instead," Brittany says.
"I was afraid of changing the past and affecting the present," Artie replies.
"Irony," Rachel sing songs.
"Indeed," Artie agrees.
…
When Artie finally feels capable of moving, they bid Brittany good-bye and thank her for all the information. Seeing that they're both still reeling from the news, Brittany just nods and waves as they descent in the elevator.
Wordlessly, they begin to head back towards Central Park and the time machine.
Part Two