"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
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[Remember this means time travel !⏰]
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A/N: Future Chapter! I'm sure this will clear some confusion, but also add more, but again it all happens for a reason! 😂
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"Okay, okay, okay." Quinn raised her hands up, taking a deep breath and looking to Brittany in confusion. "Repeat that...in English."
"That was english?" Brittany frowned.
"Explain in a more simple version of English." Mercedes requested, leaning against the wall of the tall blonde's office with a confused look clear across her face. She glanced through the glass again towards Paige and her wife, watching them interact in concern. "I'm...I'm still so confused, Britt."
"Okay, so..." Brittany pointed to where Paige was running over a few things with Alisha in the other room. "Alisha is showing no signs of any brain issues in the scans the hospital took and she no longer has a scar on her forehead."
"We got that part." Mercedes nodded her head, glancing towards a standing Quinn. "And Quinn can walk."
"Exactly! Someone's using the Tickity!" Brittany grinned, sitting down on her desk and laughing happily. "All these changes are working backwards! Quinn's legs, then Alisha, then Santana, and next would be-"
"Kailani." Quinn gulped, folding her arms across her chest and sharing an uncertain look with Mercedes. They both were still a little thrown off by the recent changes around them, especially considering who walked through the door that morning. "I just don't understand."
"And what in god's name is a Tickier?" Mercedes asked, as Quinn nodded in agreement.
"It's a Tickity." Brittany chuckled. She turned towards her computer and typed across the keyboard for a moment, before turning the monitor around. "Remember how I was working on the time machine our senior year?"
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