"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...
A/N: 🚨Trigger warning for attempt sexual assault.🚨
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"Lani?"
Quinn called out as she walked down the path cement path and crossed down through the now yellowish grass towards the playground that was positioned in the middle of the walls of dark clouds. Her eyes gazed around the playground with a soft frown across her face, taking in the way it looked years older than it had last time she had been able to sneak into this dream destination.
"Well, this is concerning." A voice spoke up from behind Quinn, one she knew all too well.
Quinn turned around and let her brows raise in surprise when she was faced with another version of herself, the same look wore on both their faces as they looked over the other carefully.
Unlike herself, this Quinn seemed more clean-cut. Her outfit didn't have a single wrinkle to it, her eyes held more color than she was sure her own did. And the dark streaks in her own hair were no where to be scene in this other Quinn's perfectly blonde and curled hair. She honestly looked like one of those perfect PTA moms.
When did she become a mom they would let on the PTA?
Like Kurt would ever let her on the PTA.
"Have you seen Kailani?" Quinn asked her clone, ignoring the flicker of pain that crossed the other woman's eyes as she looked around the playground with a desperate flicker of her sage orbs along the equipment. "Lani! Angel, it's me! It's Lucy! Come out, Angel!"
"You're not supposed to be my...figment of what the future will be for me, right? Because I have a few concerns." The Other Quinn asked, looking over the other version of herself with a purse of her lips. She frowned at the bags under her counter part's eyes, gazing at the worry lines that clearly inhabited her face. "I don't think that's corr...Why do you keep calling for her?"
"Because this is my dream and I want to see my wife." Quinn snapped, turning her head and looking towards the other Quinn with sharp eyes. "How are you here? Why? Which one are you?"
"I'm obviously you." The Other Quinn stated, folding her arms over her body. "And I figured I was the one dreaming here."
"How old are you? You're not me-me." Quinn stated, looking over the blonde in front of her.
She spotted a band-like tattoo around the woman's ring-finger and arched a brow as she raised her hand to show that she didn't have the same tattoo on her left hand. Her eyes looked over the tattoo as The Other Quinn raised her hand to examine its positioning compared to her blank hand.
"It's my wedding ring." The Other Quinn frowned, looking over their hands. "My partner couldn't wear their ring all the time, so we got tattoos."
"I never got a tattoo. How old are you?" Quinn asked, confused.
