Dream of Me
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She was in a palace of black granite, silver and green threads running through and glowing faintly in the dark rock. Rachel was clothed in soft, black silk and it both clung to her body and moved sensuously as she herself moved. She strode with purpose down the long hall, up ahead to the left stood two thrones; both carved of onyx but one large and one small and feminine. Both cushioned with emerald pillows. Rachel knew they were there, but she paid them no heed and continued forward. Her destination was the balcony at the end of the hallway she now walked down. Yet… she wasn’t quite walking. It was as if she would move a step, blurring forward and appear five steps forward.
Just as she reached the doors that would lead her to the balcony a boy stepped out of the shadows to her right. He was her age, or perhaps a year or so younger. The boy was very pale with spiky jet hair, deep brown eyes, and a lanky build. Both of his eyebrows were pierced several times, as well as both ears. There was also a large ring running through his septum. His lips were twisted in a wry smile as he took in her appearance. “I was wondering when I’d get to meet you,” he told her, his voice holding a bit of an east coast accent.
“Um, I’m afraid I have no idea who you are… and I’m sorry but,” Rachel was puzzled. “I think I need to go through those doors.”
The boy shrugged. “Yeah, yeah you’ll get there eventually, Sweetcheeks. First, you and me, we gotta have ourselves a little chit chat.”
Rachel decided she didn’t like his tone. And ‘Sweetcheeks’? Who was this kid? Not even Noah called her that. She was becoming seriously annoyed. “The name is Rachel, not ‘Sweetcheeks’. And seeing as this is my dream, I fail to see what you’re desire to have a ‘chat’,” she held up her fingers for the quotation marks, “really matters to me.” The boy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “If I were you,” she continued, “I would set up an appointment with my subconscious; because that’s possibly the only way you’ll get a chance to speak to me.” Then Rachel turned on her heel and moved over, preparing to open the doors.
Once more the boy moved into her way.
“It don’t work like that, Doll,” he hissed. “I’m here to let you know how it’s gonna be! There’s a food-chain around here, and you need to realize that you’re at the bottom.”
Rachel rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and began tapping her small foot impatiently. “Oh good Heavens! That’s what this is about? Your ego? You feel threatened by a female? Better still you feel threatened by a female entering into a situation she has no knowledge of,” Rachel shook her head. “That is truly pathetic. Now you listen to me…” she growled out, her hand jutting out grabbing the front of his tunic.
“Strife,” he responded, fear running through him as he felt the power run through the girl. He’d underestimated her.
“Strife? Your name is Strife? Grief and I thought Sunshine was bad. Listen well Strife, Don’t ever refer to me by any other name than Rachel or Ms. Berry, do you understand?”
Without a thought she flung him backwards and he went sliding down the long hallway out of the temple, the doors shutting, refusing him entrance. Now she turned her attention back to the door in front of her. Closing her eyes she grasped the ornate handle and twisted.
Quinn looked at the walls of molten gold and granite and found their rough hew not only beautiful but soothing. She was swathed in flowing, diaphanous white; pink honeysuckle blossoms weaved in her hair. She could hear a loud clanging and began moving closer to the sound.
At first she didn't see, but slowly she started notice that there were men around doing odd jobs, but... they were strange men. Some had many arms, some only one eye; strangely, what should detract from their looks did not.
Suddenly her view was taken fully by Gus hammering at something in front of a large fireplace. It wasn’t exactly a fireplace but she wasn’t quite sure what else to call it, so… fireplace it was. She made her way to him, the other workers stepping out of her way as she moved; the strangest part was they bowed to her. Every time one of them did she motioned for the individual to stand straight and she smiled at them. Finally she reached Gus, and he turned to smile at her. Somehow it didn’t surprise her that he knew she was there.
“What are you making?” she murmured.
“I make a cradle for our babe,” he told her as he smoothed the opalescent material. “Our babe, the babe that shall be share and nurtured by our entire family.”
Quinn felt tears in her eyes. She had wanted to keep the baby, but was sure she’d have to give her up. “I don’t know if I can keep her,” she admitted.
“Of course you can,” he assured her. “First, Puck has offered to do whatever it takes, already he tries to be the father he never had. Second, your new family, the Berry’s have also said they would stand by you no matter what choice you make. And last, but hopefully not least, me, and my family, we will help you, I want to help you. I want to hold your babe and see her look up into my eyes. She will be as beautiful as you.”
“You’re like a dream come true,” Quinn murmured.
“Maybe right now it’s just a dream, but it’s moving towards the truth Quinn Fabray, it’s moving towards reality.”