born in pain (glee s01e04 preggers)

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Born In PainThe salty tang of the sea splattered the air around Quinn as she stared

wide eyed into the sandy beach stretching into the horizon. How did I get here?She sighed as she traced the edges of the man sized bluish-white corundum

crystals in the distance with eyes. Its more of the insanity of yesterday. Its not

like after a day of dealing with Rachel, her family, Puck and Jewish traditions

that I had enough?The frown faded quickly as pinks and greens made their

appearance as well. The whole beach looked as if a giant shook a salt shaker

over it.Running a hand through the warm white grains, peddles of corundum

rained down in a rainbowkaleidoscope. The only good thing was meeting Jen.But then she didnt fulfill her promise. Or did she? I had that crazy dream where

I was someone else. Yet now I am here. Is Rachel my friend again?

She walked around, the sand seeping between her toes. Turning aroundshe saw the sea and sky. Deep cobalt, it appeared cloudless yet huge black

boulders stream through it, splashing into the cerulean sea. Turbulence draws

them in, hiding them in its deep blue vastness. Waves churn and foam

crashing incessantly, upon the rainbow shore. Spray rose up peppering the

shore. Yet beyond the sound of crashing waves there was silence. She appeared

alone. Where did it all go wrong? she mused.

Thats a valid question, Quinn, the blond girl with dark piercing eyes

asked. Flaxen strands of hair were whisked away by a small hand with

unpainted nails. Her small lips, a bold pink, pursed in thought as her jade eyesregarded her. Those hands patted down her golden lace bodice dress. Bending

down to pick a ruby from her tan Michael Kors AngieSuede Lace-Up Peep-

Toe Ankle Boots, she rose back up to the same height as Quinn. And as of last

night, you dont like the answers I gave. Suddenly her gaze grew hard. Why

are you wearing a Forest Hills Wolverettes uniform?

I go there. Thats what you decided. A sense of loss echoed in her voice

as well as an uncommon weariness.

Pity echoed in Jens eyes. No, Gwen does. You dont. Nothing changed.

Nothing will change. I couldnt do anything because you are carrying a child.

And neither of us will end her life.A dark pall cloaked Quinns face. So nothing changed.

I cant kill an innocent child and retain my position and power. So I did

the quantum leap thing.

Quinns frown grew deeper. I was dumped in to her and her in to me? My

sister liked that show but it never made sense.Thats it?


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Yes, it is. Your life is like your erstwhile BFFs. You and her are actually

tied together in a way even I didnt see. Its a good thing. But know this, you

broke your friendship with her. You have to repair the breach. Jen blew out a

heavy breath, looking up. Where are you?

I dont know. You brought me here. Quinn snapped, instantly regretting

it. I have to quit that. She is helping.

I brought you nowhere. I found you here. I am amazed and amused you

are here. This plane is known by many names. Primarily it is the Sea of

Forgetfulness.

Quinn watched the meteors slam into the roiling sea like rain. Arent

you my guardian angel? she looked at her, morose. All I wanted was a friend,

my friend back. Why cant I have that?

You can. But you spent a year hating on her, you know the result. If you

want to survive and come out of this, you have to change Quinn. You took the

right steps at first but you stopped. Pay the piper for your actions and recover.You know how. Jen smiled at her, rested her hand on her shoulder as she

stared at her.

She took him from me! Quinn spat darkly.

He would have left anyway the way you were treating him. You were

breaking his spirit. Rachel strengthens his. You know who lifts you up, who

you belong with. You are carrying his child. The look of pity reflected the look

of horror on her face. When you realize this and accept it, come find me. You

know where to look. I live in your world. And suddenly the world was filled

with white.

Finn held the bedroom window open as Puck climbed in. She is still

going to kill you, he whispered, amusement on his lips as he boosted the

guitar case Puck carried in with him. Puck sat it down, it leaning against the

vast cherry wood trophy case. Puck took hold of the window as Finn crawled

in. The walls were hard to see in the moonlight, being a light purple with the

flowery prints on the walls. The high plush carpet shone midnight blue as the

streetlight hit it through the open curtain. Puck shut the window as he smiled

perversely at Finn. Its going to be magical.

What if we get caught?Nothing will go wrong. Ive played this low before. Besides what could go

wrong?

Finn handed him the bag and he pulled out audio and video micro

recorders. Walking over to her desktop computer setting alone and humming in

a corner, he shook his head a sardonic smile plastered on. It was still on, so he


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plugged in USB connectors before padding back over to Finn. Can you make

sure its recorded?

Finn stared at him. Youre crazy!

This from the guy who stood outside Rachels window, holding up a

stereo playing In you eyes? He quipped, his eyes drawn to her angelic glow as

she slept. She clutched the blood red silk pillow as she breathed softly. Puck

looked over at Finn, serious. Are you ok with me dating her?

Finn stared into the darkness. If she lets you. But yes, its ok. Unless

shes pregnant.

Puck flashed an odd look as he went to get his guitar. He sat it down by

her computer chair; red gold padded chair with flowery trim. He then leaned

over to set the speakers on the aged golden stained headboard.

Finn shook his head at the elaborate set up. Looking over at her trophy

case, he smiled. Each of her trophies was proudly displayed under soft

illumination in order of year, including last years nationals victory with theCheerios.

Finn! Puck whispered sharply, glaring. Dude, Im ready. Its just

trophies. You act like its porn photos of her. Finn turned sharply, annoyed.

Hey,shes not like that.Where are the tiaras? She has about as many

as she does trophies.

Please! Like you know where everything in her room is supposed to be.

You are ruining my moment. Now come over. He pointed to the computer with

his free hand, cradling the guitar with the other. He had the screen turned to

the wall so it wouldnt shine on her.Creeping to the computer, he stood at an angle so he could activate the

web camera as well as Pucks gear. Go.

Puck waited as the electronic tinkle of the chimes rippled around him.

Beeps and other soft sounds filled the room as he softly strummed the guitar.

Finn looked over at the door leading to the hallway and sighed in relief. At least

she is still at the end of the hall. Her parents wont hear this.

Dream weaver.

I've just closed my eyes again

Climbed aboard the dream weaver train

Driver, take away my worries of todayAnd leave tomorrow behind

Ooh, dream weaver

I believe you can get me through the night

Ooh, dream weaver

I believe we can reach the morning light.


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Finn noticed a video as he moused around called Sarah Darrijar of

hearts. Curious, he clicked it. On the window below the recording window

stood Rachel in the atrium of Forest Hills dressed in a white lacy dress singing.

Stopping it, he glanced over at Puck, then grabbed the spare USB stick he had

gave him, and transferred it. Odd name for a Rachel mini-concert. Wish I was

there. Looks amazing.

Fly me high through the starry skies

Maybe to an astral plane

Cross the highways of fantasy

Help me to forget today's pain.

Ooh, dream weaver.


Ooh, dream weaver.I believe we can reach the morning light.

Quinn rolled over, stretched and smiled. Finn sighed. Underneath such

beauty is such mess. You had to be a hot mess. At least Rachel isnt. Shes

shorter than you. Talks a lot but wants me for me. It would be so much easier if

she was popular here. If youd let her be that here. He frowned. But then you

wouldnt be you, the brave, eternal princess.

Though the dawn may be coming soonThere still may be some time;

Fly me away to the bright side of the moon

And meet me on the other side

Ooh, dream weaver.


Ooh, dream weaver.

I believe we can reach the morning light

Dream weaver.

Dream weaver.Dream weaver.

Finn rose as Puck finished. Setting down the guitar, he leaned down to

kiss her forehead. Sweet dreams, my eternal deep princess, he spoke with

gentle warmth after he pecked her.

She rolled over to face him, bleary eyed. I ought to kill but I wont.


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Finn frowned, shaking his head. I am insane. Thats it.

Quinn heard soft strumming as light around her faded to black. Then

she realized Puck voice was intermixed. Soft whispers feather dusted her

conscience as she grasped reality. I have a recording of him? Or did she leave

one?Then she felt warmth and pressure. Sweet dreams, my eternal deep

princess, he said is a light whisper. How romantic, he came to serenade me.

Then reality sucker punched her. Hes in my room! Dad will call the police and I

will never hear the end. If he doesnt kill him first.

Opening her eyes, she saw him staring at her. I ought to kill but I

wont.

He shot a sardonic smile as he pulled back. Good thing. Im a bitch to

clean up.

How did you nevermind, Finn told you, didnt he? She slurred

irritated. You have to go.He looked into the darkness toward her computer and then saw him. She

jolted up, the ruched, ombre-dyed cotton duvet impressed with a full spectrum

of cotton candy and grass colored plants falling away to reveal her peachy cami

and matching lacy boy shorts. Finn, hes going to come up here and then hes

going to snap and I dont want to think She plopped back down on the bed

staring at them both.

I left the ladder by the window, Puck replied, smart.

Leave, she pointed at them both, now.

We need to talk later. Meet at Studio 8 around 10. He looked at herclock radio as he passed. Make it noon. He looked serious. He knows. He

knows!Please dont tell Puck. Ill be there. And who knows Berry might be

good, she quipped with a fake smile.

She makes me want to light my hair on fire, Puck remarked as he

climbed out the window. A chuckle ripped from her as she watched him

disappear. Finn followed after Puck was outside. I took the video. Can you

handle me the guitar? he pointed to it. You can give me the gear when you

come.

She padded over hesitantly, guitar held by the neck. What video? And

why where you on my computer? Angry hazel eyes held him to the ledge.Recording the song for you. It was on the desktop called Sarah Darri

Jar of Hearts He held a pleading glance. Puck shouted something.

Go! Ill explain when I see you next, she whispered harshly, desperately

hiding the shock as she handed him the guitar. Staring out the window, she

watched him slide down the ladder and dive into his car. He and Puck


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vanished just as the police arrived. She shook her head furious and touched.

Jen, why?

Walking to her closet, she threw the door open and tugged on the light

switch. The bland golden wood paneled closet hadnt changed but it did have

an addition. A well-worn, all-star Forrest Hills Wolverettes uniform with the

Gwen Breton ID clipped to the skirt. The duffle sat below it. A long sigh echoed

of frustration and confusion. Why is that even here? I dont go there. They

would kill me where I stood if I showed up. Still, it would be great for recon.

Pausing at the second door, she turned the ornate flowery handle,

opening it to reveal another closets of shelves. Only these shelves contained

blood red pillows that held jeweled crowns and tiaras. There were 16 crowns;

one for each of her years. They ranged from an Ultimate Grand Supreme thru

Southern Celebrity Ohio to Miss Teen Ohio 2009. 5thrunner up in Miss Teen

USA. Shame I cant do it this year. I just have to hide it untilOctober 23th. And I

can! It was an awesome year until now. My platform during my reign wasresponsible tanning and the health benefits gained from moderate exposure to

UV rays. How is that not important?She sighed, glancing over that the pegs

that held the sashes. Why does he want her? I might not be perfect but I am a

princess. And I have the crowns to prove it. What does she have?

Walking out of the closet, she grabbed a soft rose terry robe. Then she

walked out into the dark hallway. Russell approached her in his smoking

jacket, relief on his face. You ok?

Yes, what is going on?

911 reported a burglar trying to break in. There was even a ladder onthe house when police got here.They didnt find anyone though. Officer said it

was closest to your window.

Quinns relief washed over her. I just woke up. There was nothing going

on.

OK. Night, honey. Russell said as he walked down the stairs to officer

standing silently at the front door.

Retreating back to the room, she flipped on the pole light beside her

computer. Sitting down, she noticed the video Puck took of her sleeping while

he played. He really is charmingwhen he tries. Shame hes nothing but a Lima

loser. Saving the video, her mouse popped open the still running Firefox tab.Sports Illustrated chatted about current American Gymnastics 2009 national

champion, Kelly Parker. Your face is just like hers, Jen. Round face, dark

mascara on eyes, button nose. Only she has brown hair and brown eyes. I have

an excellent way to solve this. And Dad will even let me do it. Printing off the

image of the cover, she turned everything off. If she is Kelly then maybe I can

get some answers. Of course, the dress fitting! That is the perfect reason to go to


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Denver. I have to have a unique dress for my final pageant before homecoming.

And as she sank back into sleep, the dreams were of beating Rachel at her own

game; because success and fame are double edged swords.

Silence enveloped Quinn as she waited on a hard vinyl chair in the

center of the lower level of Port Columbus International airport. Russell, her

father, sat beside her reading the paper. Francine, her older sister who lived in

Oxford, was at the Group welcome center asking if the flight was delayed due

to the cloud cover. The snaking black belt of U.S. Airways Baggage retrieval

was at the end of the empty row she sat in. In near visual distance was a shiny

steel escalator that occasionally spat up a worker. People milled about with

various looks of stress and calm. Some paced across the stormy blue floor.

Other stood close by staring at the LED flight board flashing delayed. The

mustard Yellow 2 held by the steel surfboard pillars was being polished.

I wonder; what did he want to talk to me about?She sighed heavily.Care to share, honey? Russell asked, concerned.

Quinn shifted in the black chair, looking over at him with a pensive

frown. Standing, she yawned. Im fine. Just too much happened and I need to

process.

Well, I cant help if you dont let me in, he remarked, looking over at her

patiently as he rested the paper on the seat beside him.

She glanced at Francine and her red gold hair wiggling in curls by her

shoulders as she flattered the airport ambassador. Quinn sighed heavily,

pasting on a dour smile. Softly she said, Its Rachel again.Francine sashayed over, her blood red scoop neckline A-line dress with

cross back straps fluttering and turning heads. She let her hair with her

wedding band sparkle in the light as heads turned. Her frustration was evident

on a face similar to Quinns. You cant put her in her place?

You forgot about the ruined cake I had to pay for! Russell growled in a

low, dark tone. Quinns expression echoed her dads. That is almost

unforgivable.

Her dads are high power people. Leroy is a VC and Hiram is a partner in

Darc, Berry, Hart & Flynn. You dont cross either of them. I wouldnt put it past

Leroy to be a part of the consortium that is engaging in the hostile takeover ofLasker Parks Incorporated. He frowned at that.

Quinn looked away to roll her eyes. Francine just stared in irritated

wonder. That explains the talk in Doblers. Of course, no one at CRU ever

knows anything about what happens in Oxford until it hits them over the

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Quinn began to pace again. Francine looked over at her, folding her arms

under her ample bust. Youre frigging Miss Teen Ohio 2009. That has to count

for something.

Quinn looked back, halting. I mention that and she will hate me more. I

dont want to get rid of the glee club or Rachel. I just want her to go back to

being her old self, focused on her music and herself. She seems glued to Finn

suddenly. She sighed. It made last years fightthat much worse.

Francine stared at her bemused. I seem to remember you posting

snarky remarks on her YouTube and MySpace pages. Hateful comments.

Almost Everytime she posted a video until recently, you posted something

harsh.

She called me a sellout.And when I pointed out Coach Sylvesters

winning streak, she called me the eternal shallow queen. Its been bad ever

since. Until now. Quinn pirouetted around slowly, glancing at everything. The

baggage tenders, the airport ambassadors the assembled milling crowds. Shedropped her voice to a whisper.

She let me into this exclusive function after they told her not to. Then

she defended me to them. Confusion echoed. It was nice, like old times. And I

couldnt tell her. Dejection gripped her expression. She never does anything

without a selfish motive. I cant figure it out.

A dark cloud flashed across Russells face, dropping the newspaper

again. Francine frowned deeply. A gentleman of average height and build

tanned copper walked by, took another look and approached. With his sharp

nose and deep grey eyes framed by chestnut hair, he smiled like he had justwon the lottery. Youre Quinn Fabray, Miss Teen Ohio, arent you? He said

exhilarated, slightly bouncing.

Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Quinn chirped with a broad, plastic smile.

Can I have your autograph? I never thought while I was waiting for my

brother I would meet a local celebrity. You are so beautiful. Its no wonder you

won. He grinned as the words spilled out of his mouth.

Grabbing her Fossil jasmine bucket orange canvas hobo bag, she dug

out an official glossy and signed it. You are? she looked up at him while

Francine shared a private look of amusement with Russell.

Doug, Doug Sanders. He clenched a fist in delight.As she handed the picture to him, he stared at her joyfully. Oh, thanks!

You have no idea what this means! he remarked as he walked off, clutching

the photo like it was a gold bar.

What did you write this time? Francine asked.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever, she grinned wickedly.

Vain much?


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out if Jen really is Kelly Parker. Why are you so late! she barked at the

screen, frustrated. I NEED MY FRIEND TO HASH THIS OUT!

Suddenly, her smartphone chirped. With a deft scoop, she scanned the

tweets of love and cuteness. The annoying ones that Rachel kept posting of her

songs and how she never got enough solos. Or the ones where life wasnt fair,

why the cafeteria had a slushie machine and how wonderful Forest Hills was.

Yet the chirp was from three texts. First was the personal invite from

Rachel to the recording. How odd. She definitely up to something. Ok, Ill play

along.Then she noticed the time stamp was from when she was with Jen; two

hours after the transference. Well, it was the warm fuzzies. Still

Second was from Finn stamped ten minutes ago when she was signing

the autograph. The record producer that Mark is flying in to do Rachels album

is delayed so they arent doing it until Monday. Rachel took the week off

because its all high holy days. Sorry. See you at dinner with RB at

BreadstiX? My treat.Why me?She moaned softly. Some days I just want to punch him!Then it

dawned on her. Thats perfect. I can campaign for Homecoming queen without

her interfering. I am still owed that crown. Still, I will go to the recording. I need

to know if she is real about repairing our friendship or this is a ploy to get Finn

away and get me back for all the cruelty Ive done. A sigh left her lips as she

wondered if Rachel would ever be that cruel. And Vanessa might talk some

sense into her, too.

The third text was a thing of beauty. It was from Miss Universe

Organization. Greeting Ms. Fabray. As reigning Miss Teen Ohio USA and our5thrunner up in the Miss Teen USA pageant, its our delight to invite you to

this final photo-shoot. Cassie and Alex Meraz of Twilight are doing a video for

her latest album. And they wanted the top five runners up. The meeting is 12

noon Sunday in Boulder, Colorado at the St. Julien Hotel and spa and the

shoot is Monday. Everything is covered as this is a mandatory shoot to fulfill

your contract. The travel money has been deposited into your account. See you

there!

Covering her mouth, she stared at the text, excitement dripping off her.

Looking over at her dad, he smiled at her then answered the phone. The smile

vanished replaced with pleasure and concern. Miss Fabray? A voice frombehind her asked politely. Looking around her surprised, she noticed it was the

same Port Columbus airport ambassador. Yes, thats me.

You are the reigning Miss Teen Ohio? he asked politely.

Reigning always makesme smile. Its royal. A plastic smile flashed at

him. Yes.


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Good, thats what I told my friend in the tower. Your plane is landing

now.

Surprise widened her eyes as she grasped what he said. My plane?

The one your sister was chatting about; U.S. Airways 3385 from

LaGuardia. It was originally 12th in the queue due to its late departure.

However, Brent. My friend in the tower owes me one so I got him to bump it up

to next. It should have landed by now. He grinned. Can you sign this?

He produced an 8x10 glossy of her from the Miss Teen USA 2009

competition. Unlike her tousled hair hid under a buttery weaved summer hat

with a pink bow about the band, her hair was slicked back and she wore pearl

earrings in the photo. At least it was a Bagley Mischka original. She looked at

her double dipped neckline, black backed, poppy floral frock with a frown. They

always find me in my worst clothes.

Still it was the Spring Festival. It was a Black tie affair that I drug Finn

too. Our second date and first kiss. She looked wistful as she glanced up at himtaking the picture. I would love too.To Brent?

Yes, please. And I do really wish you had won. You are incredibly

beautiful and poised. He smiled at her, his eyes dancing.

A chuckle left her lips before she bit it back. Thanks. She handed the

photo back along with the proffered sharpie. He walked away, seemingly

happier. It was then that he spotted a CC SKYE Large Bamboo Hoop Earrings

bedecked, corkscrew hair flying, latte-colored skin and hazel eyes shining

woman of equal height running towards her. Quinn!! She shouted as she

approached. You look excellent!Vanessa! Quinn sang back as they hugged tightly. Im so happy you

are here.

As am I, Rachel said as she appeared from behind her. Quinns face

dropped.

Vanessa smiled cheerfully, a brow raised. I found her waiting alone.

Seriously?

Why is it that every time I get a reward or gift I get punched? Yes.

Looking at Rachel in her cheery indigo silk script print dress with gold note

buckle and purple leggings. And of course her Rick Owens black textured

leather ankle boots with a concealed wedge heel.Although, thank you foryesterday.

Rachel stared at her, her cheery delight fading as fast as the luggage

arrived on the belt.

Rachel blinked, staring at her. Thats it?Youre welcome. She looked to

Vanessa for some sympathy, anything. Vanessa brushed a hair from her eyes,


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with a hand with purple fingernails with gold asterisks. American Eagle

skinny jeans hung from her hips covered by a mustard tank top and a satin

varsity letterman jacket from a movie shoot she couldnt place. And then there

were the neon pink high-tops.

Vanessa beheld her, shook her head. The war still rages. I guess being

here at the same time is a plus. She grinned and hugged her, pulling Quinn. I

miss us. Its been forever since we hung out. What, summer before last?

Rachel caught the seriousness in her eyes as she let go. Yes, Rachel said,

staring at Quinn, watching her. It was two weeks before freshman

cheerleading tryouts. Quinn frowned deeply, patting down her Anthropologie

Color-Dipped Dress. The redux jacket shifted and she smoothed it as well.

Vanessas face turned serious. I know what you two are doing. But I am

only here until Monday. Dad wont cover anymore and neither will Ruby.

Quinn relaxed then frowned again. Rachel looked at her sharply. What is

up with you? You never do anything on the weekend anymore but sleep, shopand go to church. Ive seen your tweets and Facebook posts.

Thats good because I have great news! she glanced at Rachel, the

frown replaced with an exuberant smile. Yet worry sat in her eyes. I was --

she stopped when Finn walked up, circles under his eyes in a Def Leppard

Pyromania t-shirt and Levis. He carried two heavy black with metal edged

cases. Behind him was Mark Conners, Rachels agent and manager, in a black

leisure suit without a tie. His short blond hair was nearly coiffed. Beside him

walked a stocky older man in worn Levis and a crisp white dress shirt. His

toast toned hair frizzed and spiraled out past his shoulders. A small tan leathercarryon bag was on his shoulder.

Yet it was Vanessa who noticed him first. Funny, we meet again, she

remarked jovially to him.

He smiled. V? Quinn asked, her eyes glaring at Finn then Rachel.

She beheld Quinn amused. Relax, Q. Meet Mutt Lange. We sat together

on the plane from New York. He nodded.

Mutt meet Quinn Fabray, reigning Miss Teen Ohio USA and Rachel

Berry, siren extraordinaire.

He grinned genuinely and shook Quinns hand as she beamed. Rachel

sighed, hiding her annoyance. Shaking his hand gently, she delightfullychirped, Thanks for flying out for me.

So you are Marks protge? I didnt think it was possible for anyone to

do as well as Journey on Dont Stop Believing. Yet both of you did. He smiled

at Finn who seemed enamored. Rachel scooted over to him, concern in her

eyes. Why is Mutt important? What kind of name is Mutt anyway?

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She looked up with a mixture of disappointment and horror. Quinn

looked aghast. Vanessa chuckled softly, watching the interplay with one eye

while keeping a lookout for her luggage. Mark laughed.

Agreed, sort of. I cant throw lightning and I dont own capes, Mutt

remarked amused.

Rachel pivoted, staring at him. There is no Godbut Hashem.

Quinn looked over to her irritated yet proud. And Jesus, his son.

Vanessa shook her head. Then looking at Finn who held them both in

shock and awe, she slid over. Walk with me, I need my luggage.

He nodded. As she moved the 50 ft. to the actual now almost empty

baggage line, she said softly. I take it youve never seen them together where

there wasnt hair pulling and scratching? She grinned as she grabbed the first

of her paisley suitcases.

Finn shook his head. No. Vanessa? You are the friend Quinn spoke

about a lot.She grinned brighter. And you are with Rachel? She just missed the

second one as it tumbled by.

Sort of. Long story. So what happened, Vanessa?

Call me V, she said as she caught the second. They werent always like

this. She answered calmly, as they walked back. There were friends since I

met them 5 years ago.

So what happened? Finn asked again, softly.

Rachel stared at them as they walked back, hiding her irritation. Of

course she would tell him. Now I have to explain what happened. The only goodthing is that Quinn does to. Sue caused Quinn and I to not be friends.

Coach Sylvester, Quinn interjected. Francine looked over at Quinn,

frowning and waving. She walked to her briefly. Rachel watched, raising her

hand for Mark to be quiet so she could hear her over the other airport sounds.

I got the call. You are good to go. Russell said with a mixture of delight

and worry. Heres the credit card. Its got $1500 on it. Be safe, be careful and I

will see you Monday morning. Unless you planned on driving back first.

Quinn looked back at everyone. No. She looked around. Wheres Arlo?

At the rental counter. He said she can go if she wants, but shell have to

pay her way. Russell frowned and shrugged.Quinn nodded. She looked at Francine. Ill bring you something back.

She hugged her. We never get to see each other anymore.

How true, Francine replied sadly. I have to drive back tonight.

She hugged her dad. Thanks for trusting me.

Dont steer me wrong, he mock chastised.


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As she broke off, she saw Vanessa walk over. Come on. They want to

go.

Quinn met up with her. He got his luggage?

Yes, Vanessa said as they returned to the group. Mutt now had his

luggage; one new midnight blue Swiss suitcase.

So we back on schedule? Mark asked Rachel as Quinn stop beside her.

Yes. She looked toQuinn, curious. So where are you going? And what

is your great news?

That elicted a growl from Quinn. She stared darkly. You cant be patient.

Its going to she froze. Sorry. Hesitation washed over her. Ill tell you at

BreadstiX. There is one here in Columbus? She stared at Finn, concerned

and brave. You did say you would take us out.

Finns face turned red, as Rachel stared at him, shocked. You did?

I thought the album recording wasnt until tomorrow, he defended

himself, staring at the ground. She gripped his hand. Thanks.Mark coughed. Everyone looked at him. I dont see why it cant be

tonight. We have the studio for the week so unless a better thing happens, its

waiting.

Mutt whispered. Typical 24hr window?

Mark nodded. They will refund all days but one.

Good. Id hate to waste your money, he replied, concerned.

She will record, trust me. Mark remarked.

If I didnt, I wouldnt be here, he remarked, amused.

Mark looked at the ladies and Finn. So we all will meet at theBreadstiX at noon. Its about a mile and a from here along International

Gateway in the center of the hotel cluster along I-670.

Agreed. Vanessa said. I can get my car in Lima if I need to.

Quinn smiled. Ok. We need to talk. She looked at Rachel with this

sharp toughness. Im taking Vanessa.

Well meet you there, Rachel responded, desperately trying not to take

the bait. What just happened? And what are you hiding?

Finn stared at her now that they were alone. You OK?

What went wrong? she asked staring at him, worry across her face.

Youincluded Quinn, Finn said sadly.V is my friend. My only real friend other than you. And the ladies of

Forest Hills.

Then we go to BreadstiX. He said flatly.

We go to BreadstiX, Rachel agreed. The question is do I want V restore

my friendship with Quinn or do I want my career. I thought it was an easy

choice. Why is everything so hard?


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Outside at her pink Mini Cooper, Rachel frowned staring at the

morning sun. Finn stood on the passenger side, patiently waiting for her to

unlock the car. Thanks for picking me up again, Finn said to break the

silence. Rachel looked over at him distantly then realized she had never

unlocked the car. A frown flashed by as she did so and climbed in.

I really need to see what is wrong with my transmission. He smiled at

her as she stared out the windshield silently. I am proud of you for not

fighting with Quinn. Thank you. I am amazed by your poise sometimes.

She glanced at him troubled. I she froze. Finn caught her wooden

gaze, took her hand. What is wrong? You both acted like you were trying to

impress Vanessa, while walking on eggshells around each other. I am proud of

your patience

I dont know who Mutt Lange is, she said, looking lost and sad. I know

you said he was the person who influenced Def Leppards Pyromania but all I

could find was a Wikipedia entry. Considering what they say about me, Idsooner believe Brittany. She grabbed the water bottle in the cup holder and

drained it. The empty got chucked into a hemp bag in the back seat. Finn

beheld her. You are amazing. The way you handle yourself. How you seem to

be prepared for anything. The grin spread as he looked past her to the parking

lot beyond and its quiet serenity. We need to go though.

She nodded as the Mini rumbled to life. Ive so sorry, Finn. This is hard.

So who is he?

One of the absolute best record producers today. He lives in

Switzerland. His studio is there. Maroon 5 flew there to have him work on theiralbum. Everyone flies to him if they want his involvement. So him flying to you

show not only Marks power but his faith in you, His eyes glowed joy.

A hint of a smile cracked out. In us. You were on that call too.

No. I am not worthy. A subtle delight lit his eyes and curled his lips up.

His brow furrowed as he thought, staring past her into the white overpasses

streaming by. Hes the industrys Steven Sondheim.

She glanced at him with a bright, delighted grin as they zipped on to the

cloverleaf. Finally, they managed to get onto SH-62 straight to the hotels. I

didnt know you could drive so well. She looked at him, sort of shocked. My

dads taught me years ago.Finn stared out the window again. Why is it when I want to bring

something up, I freeze. Back to safety then. Theres more.

Oh? she glanced over, pleased.

He became known because of Def Leppard pushing boundaries. Just

like you will push boundaries. He held the grin. I could never do this with

Quinn because she would never let me. It was always, I dont need pumping up


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Finn or dont butter me up. Why wouldnt I want to cover her in butter? She

would look hot and sexy in butter. Rachel would look even sexier in butter. She

stared at him oddly, glancing back at the road to verify where they were. Why

were you staring?

Um. Butter? He flailed, flushing.

Butter?! she repeated as they approached a BreadstiX straight ahead

sign. Noticing it, she chuckled. However, Finn was still flushed. So when she

pulled into the BreadstiX setting proudly into front of the Courtyard by

Marriot Columbus Airport and across the street from the Homewood suites, he

waited until she pulled into the open parking lot to pull her into a kiss.

The swift soft pressure caught her off guard. She wrapped her arms

around him, melting into him. He broke quickly, her facejust as flushed. You

are beautiful. You smell beautiful.

Thank you very much. Appearance is an important component of ones

self-worth, Rachel remarked seriously. Finn looked at her befuddled. Huh?What does that mean? It must have been a compliment the way she staring at

me. Why couldnt Quinn ever do that? And please I dont want her pregnant. I

want to be free of her.

I need to know, did you make any songs in the Forest Hills Atrium?

Finn asked still floaty. The joy continued as she nodded effervescent. Of

course! We used it to showcase our collective talent as Wolverettes. They have

no show choir there. Their drama department is strong. McKinleys is dead.

Three people arent a drama club.

Yes! Yes! I knew she stole it. Every time I bend over to help you Quinn, youscrew me. And I let you. Not this time.Quinn stole one of the recordings you

made. I found it on her computer, Finn said softly, gently.

She tore her hand away, the spell broken. She looked away, distraught.

Opening the door, she climbed out and shut it, sighing.

A frown crept across Finns face as she announced. We were best friends

once. We met at a pageant when we were 6. It ended right before freshman

year. She wanted me to try out for the Cheerios. She knew I was as good as

her. So I did. Cheerleading equals popularity, right? Her sad gaze connected

with him as he nodded.

Well, Coach Sylvester belittled me and did everything she could to makefun of me. So I cut her off and stormed out. I hate her. With everything, I hate

her. She exhaled, her eyes radiating as he nodded. Quinn was furious. She

said that I had put up with worse for a crown or a trophy. I retorted that that

was it, a prize that I deserved. This was a team and there was no place for it

there. She defended Coach Sylvester and her record of wins. That that was the

way it worked in High school. I screamed back that she was taking abuse for


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no reason. I said it was insane and broken. So she called me shallow and

callous. A sigh, heavy and deep tumbled from her. Tears filled her eyes. Finn

walked around and took her hands. Hey, you are neither of those things.

I know. Still I was crushed. So, I called her the eternal shallow queen

and asked her where her tiara was. Then I reminded her of her tragic linage.

Finn looked perplexed. Tragic linage?

She didnt tell you? Rachel wiped her eyes with a Kleenex from her gold

star clutch. She dropped it back into her Forzieri Blu Girl Iridescent Star

Hobo bag slung on her shoulder. I guess shes too embarrassed about it now.

Shes a real princess. She and Francine are direct descendants of Isolde the

Irish princess. The one they call the tragic princess.

Finn marveled at the news. That explains a lot. It changes everything.

Except Puck. And?

She called me a whore for popularity. She implied that I was

unattractive for Hollywood and would have to do favors to make it. That waswhen Leroy kicked her out. She looked around, noticed the big blue stylized

BreadstiX sign with breadsticks making up the x.The place was quiet. She

still has to apologize for that to them. Thats why they were so angry. They

believed she hadnt changed. Thats why I was acting strange. V thinks she can

get us back together. That she can make it right because its her last free flight

out here. Shes a senior. And shes a real good friend, like you.

Finn flushed again. I want to say I love you but still I dont know about

Quinn. Still I would have never dreamed that you two were best friends. Can

she? Finn said exhaling deeply, staring into her luminous eyes. The chocolatestrands of her hair flittered in the soft breeze forming a halo. Her scent filled

his nostrils as he stood close. He smiled sheepishly.

You are thinking dirty thoughts, arent you? She spat, poking him

playfully.

No! He stepped back, laughing. They noticed Quinns red Honda pull

up. I dont know if I want her back now. I wont let her crash but I cant let her

pull me down. You saw her with Ke$ha! She almost ruined the whole thing.

Finn frowned, annoyed. Santana drugged her so she would do He

blushed, making a stroking motion in front of his mouth.

Rachel froze, horrified. They are trying to destroy her image. And I neverunderstood until now.

Rachel groaned. I dont hate her anymore. I cant support her. I cant

have her hating me. And I cant have Santana destroy her either. She stared at

the red Honda, frustration crossing her face.


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Finn grabbed her hands holding them in his. I have an idea. Oh heaven

help me, I am going to say it.I care about you. I wont let this go. You are

beautiful, amazing, and talented. I want this to never end.

Her eyes lit up and all the frustration melted away. Neither do I, she

said hesitantly, unsure it was real.

So how about we agree that ifshe is pregnant, that I fake it with her.

Convince her that I have her back. My mom can raise the child and you can be

her friend and nothing bad will happen. I dont like it but its the only way to

keep it hidden until its not possible.

Rachel stared him, unsure. I dont know.

Finn looked at her surprised. You know her father, what will happen

when he finds out she is pregnant?

Rachels face blanked in horror. Ok. I will agree to it on that condition.

But why are you doing this?

Because the child could be mine. If it isnt, Im done with her, Hesmiled. Ready to face the music?

Always. She chirped as they walked across and over to the rust stone

face of the entrance.

As they got off the shuttle in front of Quinns red Honda. Vanessa looked

around and smiled. I love Ohio. Its so much more peaceful and serene. Its

like Vermont.

Quinn ignored her, simply unlocking the car and collapsing into the

drivers seat. Sadness draped her face. Why did she have to be here? I wantedto surprise Rachel. Have this to be a peace offering and move on. Nothing worked

out. And Puck what am I going to do about him? No starting over, Quinn. Just

moving on. At least V is here. Thats wonderful.

Vanessa scooted in the moment the car was unlocked. Bags were tossed

in the trunk. Purse landed in her lap. As she shut the door, she immediately

asked, So Q, what is really wrong? You are not yourself.

Im pregnant, Quinn moaned as she started the car.

Vanessa stared at her silently stunned. Then gently, Have you told

anyone yet?

No one officially. I got the final opinion from the third gynecologistyesterday. They all agree. Finn suspects because he took me to a clinic in

Akron. Hes told Rachel who for whatever reason has said nothing. A small

burst of relief lit her face briefly.

She still cares, Q. I can see it. So can you.

No enough to apologize for using my heritage against me. She called me

the shallow queen, V.


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Vanessa buried her smile. Heaven knows you can be, especially when it

comes to pageants and competitions involving crowns or trophies.

Quinn looked at her horrified before a deep sigh fell from her lips. Thats

not the point. She suggested viciously that if she was a popularity whore then I

would find my true love and he would marry someone else. And I would know

her and suffer unable to ever free him. She focused on the road, misery

reflecting in the windshield.

Sometimes people under great emotional stress say things they didnt

mean. You know she cant predict that. And she knows she lusts after fame

and popularity as much as you do. Quinn shot her a thanks Captain Obvious

look. Vanessa stared at her, serious. Finn is not it. I can see it in his eyes. He

was interested in this, she tapped her crotch. And you never said anything

about Rubys album. Vanessa glanced over with an amused grin.

Quinn looked surprised. My dad hated it until her realized it was Ruby.

And you noticed that was Mark Connor there?Vanessa laughed. You have no clue who the old guy with him was; do

you? Quinn shook her head, her feathered mane forming a brief blond cloud

that left strands over her eyes. She blew them off as she turned off the hotel

road into BreadstiX parking.

Seriously, if she invited you to an event that was created by the Wonder

Dads then you need to apologize. She took the first step. Vanessa smiled at

her. However, all mirth had drained from Quinns face. Icant. She took Finn

from me.

Vanessa sighed. He broke up with you, didnt he? She nodded as sheparked. I should know. He left. You just want to blame her. You cant. Youll

need her in the coming months.

Tears filled Quinns eyes. Dont you think I know that?

So what has changed? Vanessa asked.

It means Im weak and she wins. Shell lord that over me forever. She

cast a pleading glance up at Vanessa who shifted her head briefly watching

people around them.

No she wont. She already has her success.

Quinn shook her head. Weve both changed. I was invited to her

transference ceremony. Steven Curtis Chapman sang there. The misery on herface was palatable. She doesnt want to forgive me. She wants me to vanish.

Finn makes no cents. He was there in my bedroom last night because Puck,

the real father, she pointed at herabs, wanted to sing Dreamweaver.

Vanessa lit up. So date him. He likes you.

Quinn sighed. Hes a loser. A lima loser who will go nowhere.


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You dont know that. Anyway, she said brightly, I have a confession. I

lied to our dads. After the band decided to crash at the place for a week, I

decided to get my own place. Shes dating this Peter guy anyway.

Hope blossomed across Quinns face. After drying her eyes, she touched

up her bluish eyeshadow and mascara. You have your own place?

I will. Besides youll like Dan. Blair is Rachel wouldnt talent but with

better fashion sense. Serena is indescribable at times. And you know Rachel

will need a place to crash when she starts out. She grinned.

Quinn snorted. I doubt it. The people she is attracting to her she

sighed. Its not fair. My church is 13 miles away and I struggle because of a

foolish mistake. I let Puck get me drunk on Wine coolers because I felt fat.

Anger clouds filled her face. She whines and moans and suddenly she has a

contract.

Vanessa stared at her, concern in her eyes as she looked past Quinn to

the outside. Let it go.Quinn banged the steering wheel with a balled up fist. Why?

Because you are Miss Teen Ohio USA, thats why. Vanessa remarked

sharply. The rage fled as she asked. You go to church in Columbus?

Yes. World Harvest. Dad goes to this Catholic cathedral thats dry. They

couldnt give a damn. World Harvest cares. Pastor Rod is an awesome minister

and the youth group is stellar if a bit over the top.They are the reason, Ill have

it.

Vanessa looked at her surprised, and then smiled. So will you stay?

With you and Rachel? She laughed at the mental image. You areinsane. Thank you but wed kill each other.

No you wont because deep down you are still BFFs. That type of

friendship never vanishes. She laughed. They are going to wonder why we are

still in the car.

Quinn shook her head. No they wont. She paused. Then she blew out a

heavy breath. I have to go to Miss Teen USA meeting tomorrow at noon in

Denver. I want you to come.

I dont have the cash. Vanessa remarked sadly.

I have a solution. Apologize to Rachel. Convince her this is a good idea

and then we can use the Forest Hills jet. It was the Cheerios jet until thefunding got pulled.

Jet, Vanessa repeated. She just stared at her. Quinn backed out and

circled the parking lot for a better parking spot not between Hummers. Pulling

in, she saw Rachels mini was already there. However, they were still inside

even though Rachels door was open.

Lets go. Quinn said confidently.


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Only if you promise a heartfelt, real apology. Vanessa remarked

opening her door.

Quinn looked at her sad but resolute. I will. However it turns out, I still

cant trust her. What is wrong with everything? Why cant it just be normal

again!

Mark relaxed as he and Mutt got into the rental. The Avis shuttle bus

drove off swiftly, waving as he shot by. Mutt unlocked the door with an amused

expression. He had no clue that I am famous. Thats the best type of celebrity.

Mark glanced back as he slid in 2011 silver Toyota Camry then

grinned. Ah the life of a recluse. Well, you are out now.

Indeed I am. Is she normally that tense? Mutt asked as he brushed

back his curly mane while adjusting the seats.

No. Shes actually fairly bubbly and creative. Her boyfriend tends to be a

calming force. It was Quinn causing the stress. The tension tightened hislaugh lines making them sharper and him appear angrier than he seemed.

Ms.Teen Ohio USA? The blonde who was Vanessas friend? Mutt

remarked with concern.

Mark looked surprised. Analyzing his surroundings, he watched as the

car started and moved out on the street. Yes, Ms. Teen Ohio. How do you her

friend?

Mutt chuckled. Youve been flying private too much. She sat beside me.

Shes 18 and an aspiring filmmaker. She showed me some of her portfolio to

pass the time. Do you have an issue of using her on the video shootWednesday?

No, Mark said. Where are we doing the shoot?

I figured you would have determined that. Ohio is a beautiful state from

what I heard, Mutt remarked as they rolled onto the highway.

It is considering, Ive sort of been stuck out here until she makes it.

Interscope Geffen has been covering the expenses because of Push it. But that

will go only so far. Jackie O was such a mess.

Mutt chuckled. I warned you about Aldous and her. I told you about

Dusty Chandlers new protg, Bobby Thomas.

Mark scowled. Not his. He who shouldnt be named bailed on her. Butshe recovered. So why did you fly out here? Dr. Luke would have done it.

Mutt glanced at him with a dirty look at the mention. For that very

reason. If he is willing to do it from just a phone call from his golden child.

Then its worth it. And I owed you. Debt paid. We are seriously not recording in

Lima?

Mark sighed. We can record anywhere you want. How about Denver?


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Mutt looked at him oddly as he turned into the main highway. Silence

reigned for minutes before he answered. Doable and could be had for free.

Why?

Because Quinn has to be there tomorrow at noon for her final duty as

Miss Teen Ohio USA other than handing over the crown. A photoshoot because

Cassie wanted Miss Teens in her new video My Shine. My guess is she will

want to use the jet.

Let her. I know Cassie. We can record it there, shoot the video for All

just a Dream there and Roar too.

So you did read the note I sent you. Can she write? Mark asked

curious.

Barely. Its bad. But its workable. Shes workable. He smiled as they

pulled in. Italian is a perfect venue for this.

BreadstiX screamed classic Tuscan architecture when Rachelapproached it. The coffee cream travertine walls born concentric circles in their

stony blocks. A terra cotta roof shouted its aged perfection and an iron gate

weaved with realistic but couldnt be possibly real grape vines stood open

beckoning her entrance. A solid cypress door with the glass emblazoned with

the BreadstiX logo was the only thing that stood in her way. This looks so

different than the one in Lima. It was very clear that looked like a renovated

Shoneys. If it wasnt for the logo and thebig blue sign with the massive

breadstick X, I would swear this is somewhere else. Squeezing her hand

clasped with Finns, she allowed him to open the heavy caramel doors. Theystrode into a well-lit open space fragrant with rosemary, sage, oregano and

garlic. That intermixed with the aroma of fresh baked bread brightened her

mood considerably.

Pictures that represented the rolling hills of Tuscany greeted them on tan

plaster walls with hand painted wall treatments. Chestnut beams textured

richly rode astride the vaulted ceiling. Warm tables of a golden tan stood out

filled with various patrons in groups and singles, chatting ability amongst

themselves and others. Servers in khaki slacks, white button down shirts and

maroon vests floated amongst them serving and waiting on the patrons. The

booths were of coffee black leather buttoned down in points to create a patternof mounds. Maroon napkins awaited patrons at empty tables along with

complementary grissini sprinkled with garlic and rosemary in a tall travertine

container.

Why isnt our BreadstiX this beautiful? she asked Finn nonchalantly. A

gentleman in a brook brothers three piece pinstriped blue suit looked at her

as he pocketed his wallet. New design. This is how all the new ones will look.


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Rachel frowned. Thank you very much, sir. I hope the one in Lima will

be renovated.

He paused, a sad surprised look on his face. No. Its the original one. It

will never be changed. And with that he was out the door, striding across the

parking lot.

Welcome to BreadstiX, home of the never ending grissini, a chipper

fellow with nappy black hair and azure eyes announced. Finn blinked. Whats

a grissini? he leaned down and whispered into her ear.

A breadstick in Italian, Rachel remarked quietly, a deep smile on her

lips. The guy stepped up to the podium and glanced down, asking, Two to dine

for lunch?

It was then that Rachel, examining the beautifully painted rustic tan

plaster, saw the plaque with Santanas picture in it. It hung from a cypress

support beam near where they stood. She gestured to it and the host, his blue

nametag announcing he was Ben, laughed. Shes the reminder that anythingcan be abused. Santana Lopez; forever banned from any other BreadstiX other

than the Lima. She used the court system to get us barred from stopping to

give out breadsticks because of our trademark. Then she calls corporate to get

Grayson Ranieri fired because she wouldnt give her a wheel barrel of

breadsticks. She gets endless breadsticks there for free and we get to insure

that anywhere else, shes trespassing. It also means that Limas BreadstiX

never gets renovated to this level of awesomeness.

Mark stood up in the back left corner and waved. Thank you very much

Ben. Youve been really helpful, Rachel chirped, delight flickering in her eyes.He nodded handing them two menus. Your waitress will be with you shortly.

Finn caught her stifling a laugh. She so deserves this. Shes been nothing but

horrid to everyone.

However, as she headed towards Mark, she heard Quinn say, Help me

convince her to let me use it. Suddenly all the pleasant scents and rustic

Tuscan scenery didnt matter. The happy bubble burst and she felt so out of

control.

Rachel, you did this to yourself by inviting her. Its time to make a choice.

Do you want her back in your life, knowing her history? Or do you want to cut

her loose forever. She looked back at Finn, tugging her hand, still smiling,Mark waving her back. Before her Quinn, her eyes puffy her cheeks flushed.

Yet she held this steely resolve, this inner strength shed seen time and again.

Finally she trotted back with Finn but paused they arrived at the table.

Quinn locked eyes with her and sighed. She walked over proudly, yet

hesitantly. Rachel waited glancing at Vanessa who stared at her curious.


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So help menothing. Ill just abandon you, if you hurt me again. Im very

sorry for what I said. I know you apologized yesterday. And I did accept it. S, to

clarify, I take back all the angry, hateful names I called you then all back.

Every last one. We're different. That what makes us special. Yet, there is so

much hurt between us that I cant be your friend like we were. Not yet. A look

of sad hope spread across her face as she saw Quinn smile briefly. A deep sigh

and she said. I understand. She glanced at Vanessa who elbowed her. I need

the jet to fly to Denver for the final required meeting with the Miss Universe

people. Its a photoshoot.

Mark looked over, his emotions blank. We are all flying up there so yes.

He looked over at Rachel, relieved and confused. She smiled back. However, I

need to finish this. V, Im sorry but can I eat with them. You can come to the

recording tomorrow?

Vanessa nodded. Absolutely.

Well talk on the way over, Mutt said, looking up from the menu briefly.Quinn nodded, and turned away, exhaling heavily as she walked off.

Im proud of you. That took guts. Finn beamed at her; his half smile

lighting up the room.

It had to end. We needed dtente, Rachel said as she scooted into the

empty booth.

Finn stared at the menu lying on the table. Im sure they serve that

here.

That they do, verymuch, Rachel said, delight in her eyes.

After the meal, Mark pulled out his netbook. He slid the half empty

weaved breadstick basket aside as well as the vegan marinara sauce, gremolata

and parmigiano-reggiano pesto over. I have the set list for tomorrow and we

will shoot the video for All just a dream Monday. Finn, youll need to call your

mother and tell her what is going on because I need to you for the shoot.

Finn stared at him. Serious?

You are in the video. Sorry, I didnt get to tell you. It was then that he

adjusted himself and pushed over a USB stick. I almost forgot in all the

drama. I need you to see this video of Rachel.

Mark stared at him serious. Ive seen all of her videos, Finn.What video?The one you were talking about in the car? Those werent any

good.

Yet the determined look on his face caught both mens attention. Mutt

looked at him curious ignoring Marks grunt of frustration. Actually, I havent.

I would love to.


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Mark took the stick and popped it into the slot. The window opened up

revealing Dreamweaver and Sara Darri: Jar of Hearts. Which one? Mark

commented not hiding his annoyance. Why doesnt he want to show one of my

numerous MySpace videos? They are seminal classics like I dreamed a dream,

Dont rain on my parade and Memory. There is contemporary there too. She

held a petulant frown.

Jar of hearts, Finn said with shining eyes. He held that half smile.

What did I do that hes so proud of?

Then the video began and suddenly she realized why. Only if made no

sense at all.

The piano began softly as she waited motionless.

I know I can't take one more step towards you,Cause all that's waiting is regretAnd don't you know, I'm not your ghost anymoreYou lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half aliveAnd now you want me one more time.

She walked forward, eyes open, sprinkling the crushed rose petals inhands on the floor. The aroma rose, surrounding her with a tragic beauty. Theruched beige dress swished when she turned allowing her sorrow to fill theatrium.

And who do you think you are?Running 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of hearts,And tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulSo don't come back for meWho do you think you are?

The sorrow changed distinctly to anger, as she swept the crowd. In theback behind her, the door to the meeting room opened with Principal Domo

stepping out, shaking his head. Coach Angela Grace followed him, moreamused that disappointed.

I hear you're asking all around,If I am anywhere to be foundBut I have grown too strongTo ever fall back in your arms


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The lace ruffles of the dress crinkled as she swished around in a circle,catching a guy that bore a similar look to Puck without the Mohawk as shesang the lines. He blanched as she stared at him darkly, drawn like a mothinto a flame.

I learned to live half-alive,And now you want me one more time?

And who do you think you are?Running 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of hearts,And tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

Turning from him after asking the chorus question, she noticed that thefaculty was watching her now. Suddenly, the girls assembled behind her andbegan the perfect synchronized flowing dance. She kept walking forward acrossthe length of the atrium as black confetti tumbled from the second floor.

And it took so long just to feel alrightRemember how to put back the light in my eyesI wish I had missed the first time that we kissedCause you broke all your promises

And now you're backYou don't get to get me back!

With deliberate grace, two of the dancers began to circle the guy in hisfootball jersey, as the others paused behind Rachel, who held her gaze. Theforce of the words fell like a hail storm as she approached him then pausedjust short of him. The first dancer wrapped around him as she gestured. Hespun her around and dipped her trying to get free from her embrace. Bouncingher twice, he drops his arms from her waist. She thrust him away violently.Thats when the others attacked. Horror etched his face as he stared at Rachel,who continued to sing forcefully.

And who do you think you are?Running 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of hearts,And tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulSo don't come back for me


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Don't come back at all.

He spun or threw each of the girls off as quickly as he could, with spinsand flips and what he could to keep himself free. Heaving from the exertion, hestared at her as she approached him, pausing just inches from him.

And who do you think you are?Running 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of heartsAnd tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulDon't come back for meDon't come back at all.

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?Who do you think you are?

She finishes the song with a kiss on his lips that sucked the air from hislungs while tapping the underside of his left ear in a stroke that looked like shewas wrapping her arm around him. The final question fell from her lips as shestared briefly at his passed out form on the floor.

The jocks snickered and laughed for there was a touch of fear there too.Suddenly applause rose from the assembled students as she stood bowing.

The video abruptly ended then and everyone stared at Rachel with thisnew found awe. Only she looked lost.

I never did that. Ive never even heard that song before. Andthey love it;which means they love me. I always believed they would. And I love Finn even

for finding this on Quinns computer. Im going to have to ask where it came from.I will not let something like this stand in the way of fame and Broadway. Thesmile blossomed as Mutt remarked. Thats whats on her YouTube account?No wonder you snagged her.

Yet Mark stared at Finn with delight. You recorded this?He shook his head. No their A/V department did. It was awesome?Its her first single.Its angsty, as well as somber and catchy, Mutt

remarked, pleased.Rachels smartphone buzzed. A text from Kesha explaining that they

were in Denver until Sunday. When would be a better time to meet?She texted back. Ill meet you up there.Everything is looking up. Why do

I feel like this is the calm before the storm?

Quinn sat stiffly, poking at the half finished crispy trout with almond

butter and orange mostarda. What did I do wrong? she looked over at Rachel


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giggling as Finn said something charming too low to be heard. Apparently, it

involved the new to-go bowls they served the endless salad in.

Vanessa frowned. Nothing. Hes not into you. Youll find someone else.

Quinn shook her head. I cant. I need someone to be the babys father.

Its him. The words fell out sadly.

Quinn. You know thatswrong. Now lets focus on whats right. Like the

free trip up to Denver or the fact that my first cinematography job will be for

Mutt Lange! Can you believe that? She beamed for a moment but stopped

when Quinn didnt.

My life is a mess. I cant eat with them. She pities me, V! Everything I

work for and its nothing. She rose, tossing the napkin on the plate.

Not true. You are Miss Teen Ohio USA. Vanessa replied, knowing where

this led.

I wish I had a twin. At least we could commiserate together. She turned

to Vanessa tossing down a dollar. You are my only friend. Without you, I amalone. And with that she stormed out, dropping two twenties and the bill on

the podium as she left.

Vanessa shrugged at them as she hurried past. What she didnt see with

Rachels sigh and everyone elses deep set frown.

Quinn drove furiously out and down the highway toward World Harvest

Church. Vanessa watched confused as the road tore by. Q, where are we

going? I thought we were heading back to Lima.

Iam going where I am wanted, she said as the tears streamed down.Flying down Jack Nicklaus freeway, she sniffed and mumbled, When I mess

up, I get up.

Vanessa sat silently, unsure. You are going to church on a Saturday

afternoon?

She nodded. There is a service there at 7pm so the councilors are there

now. I just want to talk to one. Otherwise, I will do something I will regret.

Vanessa looked at her shocked, handing her to go napkin that was in

the side pocket. Okay, so what about the flight back?

I Then Quinn realized what she was going to say. We will make it.

Im sorry. I have to do this. Otherwise I am worse than a hypocrite, ImBrittany.

Brittany knocked on the door of Kurts house. A honk from Santanas

Dad caught her attention. Glancing back, she saw him point to his Rolex and

smile. She smiled, touching her wrist as well. He nodded as he backed out.


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Such is my life. He is the nicest person Ive ever met but hes as rigid as

those doctors were. Then she chuckled. Of course, he is one. Time to do this! I

will never understand the need to show up Ms. Rachel Berry. Shes not half as

smart as me or half as talented.

Charcoal clouds darkened the seemingly beautiful day. Focusing quickly

on the image in her minds eye, she sat aside Rachel and all her weak demands

and fake perfection, remembering the journey that brought her here to Lima

last year

And you made my journey that much harder by being involved in

something you had no business in. It was my life, you fooled with!She raged

silently as she rang the doorbell. The plain oak front door flew open. Before her

stood Kurt clad in solid black unitard. A vest covered entirely in black sequins

seemingly one size to small rested on top. A sequined black silk tie hung tightly

about his neck. His right hand bore a black sequined glove. Brittany; thanks. I

wasnt sure youd come.You asked me if I could dance. I said yes. I can do Single Ladies. I can

teach you how to do it too. The fake dopey grin formed as she waited at the

door. You are as bad as the rest. Self-important

Are you going to come in or not? Kurt asked, slightly annoyed.

Shifting her mint candy colored duffle, she nodded and walked in. Its

rude to come in without a specific invite, she thought without breaking the

bright cherry smile.

The house was a uniform bone white and tan wood with tasteful accents

scattered about. Worn red curtains hung over the windows. Portraits of fatherand son hung prominently along the walls. On the metal and glass kitchen

table laid, Car and driver, Sports Illustrated, ESPN magazine, Vogue and

Cosmopolitan. She smiled. Shifting the bag to balance better, she headed into

the stairwell beside the open door and its wiggling knob, trailing Kurt by mere

seconds.

Tina was waiting down there. Yet the room itself brought back dark

memories. Bland dark tan floor, worn and scuffed with age and use. Off white

walls, meticulously cleaned yet still tired. A worktable with a MacBook on it. No

MacBook in Ripley house. Of course, the employee part of the retreat had them;

thatsfor damn sure. Two weeks was too long. I never want to see baby blue

walls or Brattleboro, Vermont ever again. Steel four tier wire racks held various

things from white boxes with black star patterns to laundry to the stereo. It sat

next to the stair well, preloaded with CDs and Kurts iPod attached to it.

It smells like bleach. Was Mr. Clean here, She chirped with an

appropriate glance.

Now that would be next week, Kurt shot off the cuff.


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Tina chuckled. Kurt stared at her confused then realized. He grinned at

Brittany. So how hard is Beyoncs Single ladies dance?

An inward chuckle echoed as she stared at him appraisingly. Its easy,

really. Let me get dressed and Ill show you. Dropping the bag down onto the

floor, she unzipped it and retrieved her black leotard. Turning away from them,

she disrobed swiftly.

Um, Brittany? There is a bathroom next to washer if you want to

change, Kurt said more amused than anything. Tina just stared, stunned.

Brittany turned around completely naked and shrugged. Im fine. You

have problems? She replied causally. Well, I know youre gay now. The rumors

were true.

No. But doesnt shaving there hurt? he asked as she stepped into the

leotard, pulling it up.

No more than anywhere else. Its sensitive and I use baby oil, Brittany

looked over at Tina already in her black leotard. S-Same here, she agreed,blushing.

Finished dressing, Brittany zipped up the bag and tossed it to the side.

Kurt looked at her oddly. What? Im not a proper princess.The dopy smile hid

the snark well. You readyfor me to walk you through it?

Yeah, please.

Standing in the center alone, Beyoncs music weaved around her.

However in her minds eyes she was back with Dr. Lennox, standing in the

open 1930s baby blue room called the theater. She wore her umber toned

hair in an updo and always carried a cane with her went she walked eventhough she was youthful looking.

If you do not dance, you have no purpose, she spoke with a German

accent as she walked around Brittany analyzing everything. Brittany stared

straight at the floor, apprehension dripping off her. The gray sailor dress was

threadbare and blood stained but it was hers. And we do not keep things here

that have no purpose.

Looking up at the aging baby blue walls and the assembled girls, bored,

in old, beat-up costumes, orderlies sneering with lust in their eyes, she sighed,

shaking.

You see, your fight for survival starts right now, Dr. Lennox said in toher right ear from behind her. You dont want to be judged, you wont be. You

dont think youre strong enough? You are!

Brittany gulped, breathing heavy. I can do this. I will do this. I will escape

and be free.

You are afraid. Dont be, she walked around the back whispering into

Brittanys other ear. You have all the weaponsyou need. Now Fight!


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Again! Dr. Lennox shouted pounded down the cane as she walked

away.

Brittany moved like a sensuous ribbon fluttering in the wind. The moves

and hand gestures came as easy as breathing. The fluidity entranced everyone.

Then Brittany focused, remembering she was not trapped in Ripley house able

to transfix people with her dancing while trying to plot her escape. She was in a

whitewashed basement in northwestern Ohio.The Single ladies song was just

about done. From the delight on Kurt and shock on Tina, she knew it was a

mirror image of Beyonc herself. That was the goal. Perfection in execution. I

only wish I could get Rachel out of there. Away, so I could be free. I wont be

trapped by her. Or anyone else again.

Kurt stopped the music from moving to If I was a boy. He marveled, his

lips an O. Amazing! So walk us through, Kurt requested, anxiously. Tina

nodded vigorously.

A feeling of peace and victory settled in the back of Brittanys mind. Thisis victory. I am not crazy. I am brilliant. More than anyone else. More than

anyone else.

Burt walked inside the house, relaxed. Walking over to the TV, he turned

it the Discovery channel. Mike Rowe was narrating a repeat episode of

Deadliest Catch, talking about the Cornelia Marie.

As he walked into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, he noticed

basement door open, the same song was playing from when he arrived.

Standing there quietly, drinking the beer, he heard the song repeat. Thatsodd.Walking down the stairs, he saw Kurt and the two ladies doing

synchronized dance moves. And he was in that girly getup again. What is going

on?Reaching over, he hit stop. Everyone turned around, shocked.

Dad! Kurt said, winded.Youre home early.

The crystal ballroom exploded. Shards of glass and metal rained down in

her mind as Brittany suddenly became aware that they were back in Kurts

basement. His dad clad in an unbuttoned red and green plaid shirt and black

undershirt, old blue jeans and a worn, soft, mud brown ball cap had shut off

the music for some reason. Now what!?She looked up, hiding her emotionsunder a blanket of passivity.

Walking over to them, he appraised them, focusing on Kurt. Tensing up,

she balled her right fist up ready in case he did something untoward. There is

nothing wrong with being gay. Or living life by your own rules. Or even following

a deity who people keep insisting loves me. Yet, everytime I needed him, where


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was he? I had to do it myself. So no you wontdo anything, she thought at she

stared at him, impassive.

What are you wearing?

Kurt looked down, then quickly up at his dad, who stood less than a foot

in front of him. Itsa unitard, he answered swiftly, fear in his voice. Guys

wear them to workout nowadays. He heaved, still red faced from all the

dancing. and do sports. They wick sweat from the body.

Burt snapped the top of the unitard and nodded, understand something

unspoken. Brittany glanced over at Kurt then back at Burt, frowning. That was

so uncalled for. What the hell is wrong with you? What does it matter what he

wears?

F-Football! Tina blurted out. Kurt looked over at her with mild relief.

Yeah, all the guys in football wear it. Very jock chic. The nervousness in

his voice caused the words to jumble and stutter.

Leaning forward to see the look on their faces, Brittany held hercontrolled blankness. Really, thats the best lie you could come up with? Im

impressed!She laughed inwardly as the mental image of Finn and Puck in

those outfits flashed before her. A brief, tiny grin formed and vanished before

anyone really noticed. But I have one far better. You owe me! Totally! Kurts on

the football team now. Hes the kicker. Thats the smallest guy on the field;

right?

Shock washed over Kurt as his gaze swiftly met hers. Tina leaned over

staring as she spoke. Nervous hesitation reformed. Yeah, yeah! Brit and Tina

were helping me with some conditioning work. He fidgeted with the black tieas he spoke.

Burt nodded his head in disbelief. Humph. Really? You know, I played

in JC before I bust up my knee popping wheelies on my dirt bike. He turned to

look over Tina before looking back at Kurt.

It would have worked if you havent acted like you were lying,Brittany

retorted in her mind as she turned to face Burt, arms folded under her bust,

the frustration and anger seeping in her gaze. He doesnt believe a wordyou

say. Realizing that she frowned, she stared down at the ground, focusing on a

green tree in the wind. This isnt the place for action.

Cool! Kurt said, fidgeting with the tie again. I guess well havesomething to talk about then. Nervous laughter followed. Brittany shot a brief

glance before looking impassive again.

Burt nodded then looked over at Brittany then to Tina. So one of the two

of you his girlfriend?

Brittany looked away, hiding the eye roll and sour expression that came

when Kurt slapped Tina on the butt. Cocking her head as he held that nervous


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smile pulling Tina to him. She held this fake grin as she obviously played

along. If you havent figured out the obvious yet youre as dumb as those

orderlies when we set fire to janitors closet. Stone room and they thought the

building would burn down. A derisive smile formed as she watched Kurt hold

her tightly to him.

Her, but we are not ready to be exclusive just yet. Tina nodded

numerous times as Burt stared still disbelieving.

Just keep the music down. I cant hear myself think up there, Burt said

with a quick nod before walking off to the stairwell.

Relief flushed Brittanys face as she nodded. Good, now we can finish

before I need to have to explain to the Graverobber why I was late for our

appointment.

Burt paused at the stairwell, staring down at the floor briefly in pensive

thought. Hey, Kurt. Kurt looked back at him from looking at Brittany. Be

sure to get me a ticket to your first game.He nodded as the horror of what happened swept over him. Once Kurt

could hear Mike Rowe narrate, he turned to Brittany. How am I supposed to

do that? Im not even on the team.

Coach Tanaka is looking for a new kicker, she said in her saccharine

voice. Tina nodded as she extricated herself from his grasp.

Kurt shook his head. I dont know. Puck is the one who throws me in

the dumpsters.

So what do you have to lose then? Brittany asked, staring at him

sharply.Kurt sighed. Nothing. Ill go Monday.

Brittany walked over to her bag. Pulling out her phone, she glanced at

the time. Ive got 30 more minutes. You want to practice some more?

They both nodded yes. Brittany walked over to the stereo. As she

activated it, she said, Again!

Finn reflected as he stared out the passenger window. Rachel was driving

him back to his house so he could get an overnight bag. Apparently, Rachel

already had one. All she needed was her cheer duffle from the CheerHouse

which Coach Grace would give her when they met at the plane. But that wasthe exact point. How did this get so messy? I love Rachel. Well, I do but I dont

know how to express it in a way that would end up with her lists and other cute

things she does. There is a 5 bullet point note taped to the glove box listing

maintenance items. I dont want this to fail like with Quinn. If I tell Rachel now,

shellget clingy and lovey. Its awesome but then tomorrow a calendar with

dates and heart dotted Is will appear. Am I ready? The Rachel head catmini-


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calendar in here says no. Then again, Quinn kept shutting me down. She would

fall into a mess and call begging and pleading. I would dig her out of it, and get

shut out again. I want to tell Rachel how I feel. That its real and forever. That

Im addicted to her scent, her smile, and her songs even the Broadway ones

which make no sense.

He looked over at her singing softly to herself as she managed the traffic.

So now its all messy because I cant tell her yet. I want her to know that no

matter what we will remain together.

Finn?! Rachel remarked exchanging glances between him and the road.

What?

Youve been staring at me for the last five miles, she said with an

undercurrent of concern.

Ilike you.

Rachel stared at him until she heard the honk of a semi rolling by. She

quickly straightened up. I like you too. How are we going to handle Quinn?Talk about the beauty pageant? Finn suggested, looking out at the land

shooting by. There she goes. That got her to complain about how pageants

objectify women because she was in it so she knows but still fame and presence

come from that which society craves.But thats what I love about her. Shes so

smart and out there. Yes, she shares her opinion with everyone. How she knows

shes better at certain things. She is! Then, its the singing. So much of her in the

singing.

Quinn never shared much of herself, except the crowns, and her family

and the odd wish she had a twin. Well we did go to that formal dance. I wasthere for her coronation in Columbus. Yet, the only time I learn anything new is

when she is in a crisis. Its tiring and Im not letting Rachel get sucked in,

Sucked into what? Rachel chirped, confused.Quinns problems are

her own. She brought them on herself. I even gave her a helpful list that she

ignored. I cant help her. There was some disappointment in the last words as

she returned her focus to the road.

The tension oozed from Finn like overflowing molasses. I was concerned

you would try to help her now, considering

Frustration crinkled the corner of her eyes. She glanced at him, her lips

pursed before turning back to the road. It was for V. There was nothing behindit. I know what her jealousy looks like. I just never thought I would take the

brunt of it. I cant be friends with her like that. She has to take the next step. A

real one or we are done.

Finn groaned. I believe she is pregnant.

That elicted a hard look and a heavy sigh. When did you do the deed

with Miss Hypocrite? That day in the shower or earlier?


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Finn gasped. How do you know about the shower? No I never did it. I

finally saw her naked but that was it. Actually, I have never done it. I didnt.

You dont have to lie to me, Finn, came the sharp rebuke. This is

important. If we are going to be together, we have to be honest with each

other.

Then a groan echoed inside his mind as he stared at her chocolate hair

crowning her head in her usual quiet hairstyle. If I did that, we wouldnt be

discussing Quinn.

Honest?! He paused, breathing calmly, his mind racing. Would you?

I thought we wereoh, she said sharply until she caught his cute yet

lecherous look. Her face flushed crimson as she held his stare for a few

moments more before returning to the road. Silence reigned for miles as she

glanced back at his grin.

Finally, she pulled over into the parking lot of the Burger King in Lima,

and turned to him staring. The electricity charged the air around them. Yes.But Imnot attractive like Quinn. And I dont have the --- She stopped when

his lips connected with hers. He slipped his fingers through her hair as he

brushed softly against hers. Breaking he whispered, You are beautiful.

Luminous, Rachel.

Im not her. And she is accusing you. Something happened, Rachel

remarked,worry in her eyes. Finn brushed an errant hair from her eyes. Yes,

a hot tub. Honestly, until that day in the shower, I had never seen her naked.

His eyes lit up again in amusement.

You are not seeing me naked! That honor will go to my boyfriend. Theserious playful look said volumes. If shes not pregnant, then I see no problem

with that.

A small squeal filled the car as she hugged his neck. After letting go a few

seconds later, she asked seriously. Did you want to?

All guys do. But all guys dont know her. We do. And after meeting you,

not anymore. Finn connected with her, his large hand in hers. Then he

grinned again, that lecherous one. Although if we keep these trips up, we

might.

However, the playful smile seemed forced suddenly. I pushed it too far.

Oh shoot, thats not what I meant. I meant with you. Not her. Never her.A genuine smile formed again. I dont want children until I have my

career and Im 25. So you better bring something, she chided. However, worry

sat in her eyes still.

We need to go, I need clothes. You need your cheer duffle and we need

to get there early enough to watch Quinn whine when she realizes we are


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taking part of your squad, He smiled a half smile. Yet even though she

laughed, the tension was there. Is this good or bad tension? I dont know.

Quinn zipped past the empty fields on auto-pilot, knowing the way by

heart. World Harvest Church was a massive complex of buildings surrounded

by an octagon shaped sanctuary that seated 5000. The complex housed the

Harvest Preparatory school in the back with its own grand entrance back and

east of Gender road. Attached to the sanctuary were four wings. Beside them

where the three main entrances. Yet the primary entrance faced east.

Vane

born in pain (glee s01e04 preggers)

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