TedLevine

Quinn dreams of none other then Finn Hudson before she gets the call. He just smiles at her, gives her a hug, and though she can’t hear his voice she knows what he’s saying. She wants to tell him that she doesn’t understand, what’s going on. But he just smiles and fades away. Quinn’s shaken from her dream when her phone rings, Rachel’s name flashes across her phone. Sleepily she answer’s it, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. "Rachel? It’s the middle of the —-" "Quinn…" Quinn’s worried, this isn’t Rachel, “Santana? What are you doing calling me from Rachel

Quinn knew that with Rachel’s career skyrocketing after her first Broadway performance tabloids were bound to pop up on the diva. All they were were falsities, but even still it didn’t make it any easier for Quinn. Especially when one morning she found one magazine cover spouting an article that just had to be false, that Rachel was in a relationship with a fellow cast mate from her newest piece of work. Though she knew it to be a lie, the pictures of Rachel having lunch with her cast mate Sarah was just starting to get on Quinn’s nerves. She’d met Sarah, she liked Sarah. She didn’t like these tabloids that invo