JANUARY 2012.

Russell wheezed in pain. His mouth swollen to the point were words could not be formed.

His face and body battered with bruises.

He was hanging upside down by his bound ankles with his hands also bound behind his back, in only his boxers.

His skin marred with cuts from a blade, drill holes and burns to seal the holes shut.

His injuries severe but not too severe to the point of death.

No Quinn wanted this drawn out and painful.

Quinn had been meticulously shaving at parts of Russell's skin.

The blonde had been lost any shred of sanity over the course of hours.

Her mind had her believing she was currently in her own future.

That Rachel and every one was dead. That zombies were every where and Russell was the cause of it.

"You know, I tried really hard to be good for you. I swear, I even hurt Rachel to make you happy but.." The blonde rubbed at her face with her left hand.

"But no matter what I didn't it still wasn't good enough.."

Quinn eyes were becoming glassy as years of memories began pulling to the forefront of her mind.

"Why wasn't I good enough?!"

The blonde turned her eyes back to a dangling Russell as desparation took over her features.

"I just wanted you to love me!"

"Why couldn't you love me?!"

Quinn asked her eyes flaring as anger and rage took over.

"ANSWER ME, DAMMIT! WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST FUCKING ACCEPT ME! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN THIS WAY! I JUST WANT.." a sob escaped the blonde's throat once again repeating the only thing she ever truly wanted from her father.

"I just wanted you to love me.." Quinn whimpered out as the knife fell from her hands.

She cried for everything her mind told her didn't exist anyone.

That everyone and everything she loved was dead.

"Rachel never did anything wrong to me. I was just so cruel! She didn't deserve my cruelty. She didn't deserve the hatred or bigotry that I learned from you! God! I was so stupid!" The blonde spat as anger once again took over.

The blonde stood up, grabbing a hammer as she went.

She grabbed a nail and walked over in a haze of thoughts of her former self. Her father and all the stupid tricks and loops she jumped through just to please him. The disapproving sad looks her mother would give her. Rachel Berry's tears as she was hit with another slushie. The singer doing her best to ignore Quinn and Santana's gruel words as she touched up her hair or make up in the bathroom. All of it.

"I guess there's no point in dwelling on the pathetic piece of shit I use to be. Because now I get to show you just how cruel you've trained be to be." With that the blonde lifted the hammer aimed the pointed end of the nail against Russell's thigh before promptly hammer the first of many nails that would soon litter his body.

His grunted screams echoed throughout the basement and up to the first floor of the house but Quinn could hear nothing. Her stare was blank, there wasn't even a smile on her face.

She wasn't present in the moment.

MARCH 20TH 2018.

Shelby's back hit the floor as she screamed.

She was using all the strength she could to keep the snapping zombies face away from her.

Santana had reached the end of the long hall way when she heard Shelby's scream.

She turned around as she watched from afar with wide terrified eyes as the older woman hit the floor.

Santana looked back and forth for any sort of weapon to help aide the older woman but there was nothing.

Santana ran back down the long hall towards the two grappling on the floor but before she could reach them a body barreled into the zombie as the two tumbled to the side.

Santana ran over to Shelby helping the woman up and a second later they heard a scream.

Shelby's eyes widened as her stomach bottomed out at the sight of the love her life's shoulder was bitten into.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

The zombies head ripped back with the flesh gripped firmly between it's teeth, leaving a gaping hole with blood pouring out from it.

"FRANNIE!" Shelby wailed and tried to rush forward.

Only for Santana to grip her waist as she fought with the older woman's taller frame pulling her away from the zombie and blonde.

Just than another zombie ran out from around the corner and latched onto a screaming crying Frannie as well.

Santana held onto a thrashing Shelby the two a good distance from the feeding ground.

Another zombie came from the same direction the other two had.

Shelby finally relented and ran with Santana as Frannie's screams resounded throughout the hallway and to her ears as her heart shattered.

The two round the corner and screamed when they collided with a body.

Rachel took one look at the two and just knew what had happened.

She peeked around the corner as Frannie's wails began to die down as she was slowly eaten alive.

She motioned for the two to follow her. The three ran down the corridor.

Their hearts heavier than they could ever imagine but no one as heavier than Shelby's.

JANUARY 2012.

Sam sat in concentrated thought. He had been going over everything repeatedly for hours.

He had been trying to figure out how he could send a message to the future.

If he could help them by telling them how they traveled back to the future, it could help them come back to the present.

"Hey, I thought I'd bring you some food. You've been here for a while now." Blaine said as he sat the tray on Sam's work desk.

"Thanks."

Sam said with a smile as he took the cup of coffee from the tray sipping it, still in thought.

"So, any ideas yet?"

"No, not really. I feel like there is a way though. I'm just not getting it yet."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Messages have been alternated in so many ways through centuries. Notes, bottles, planes, emails.."

"Wait, what did you just say?" Sam said perking up as he whipped around on the brunette.

"Emails?" Blaine asked in confusion.

"Blaine, your a freaking genius! Why didn't I think of this before!" Sam exclaimed.

"I don't get it. How are you going to email them? They're literally in the future."

"Not an email, a note."

"Still not following." Blaine said with a confused chuckle.

"You said it yourself. Notes and bottles."

"Okaaay?.."

Blaine still didn't understand. He watched Sam frantical scrample around for paper and pencil and began writing furiously.

Sam rushed to the trash can and began rifling through the trash.

"What are you doing?" Blaine ask.

"Yess!" Sam fist bump the air.

He ran to the sink and rinsed the bottle out than turned it up side down to let it air dry.

"Ok, what am I missing?" Blaine asked with a smile.

"You said notes and bottles and the song Message in a Bottle by the police just popped into my head."

"And?" Blaine inquired.

"I don't know for sure but if I'm right. The message I wrote, I'll put in the coke bottle and put it where I know for sure it won't be moved from."

"Which is?"

"Dude, Quinn's desk, duh! Think about it. In both Rachel and Quinn's past Quinn had already reconstructed the office and had it there. If I'm right Rachel uses that desk as her own."

"So, if we put the bottle there an leave it..."

"It will be there in their time for them to read." Sam finished with excited eyes.

Blaine's face broke out into disbelieving smile as he clapped Sam on the back. "That's genius!"

"Well, I can't take all the credit, bro. If you hadn't said anything I wouldn't have thought of it."

"This is awesome news!" Blaine gushed.

"I know, come on let's go tell the others!" Sam said in excitement.

The two boys rushed off to find the group.

MARCH 18TH 2018

Rachel shut the door behind them as an out of breathe Santana and Shelby entered.

"What the hell happened?!" Rachel growled as soon as she whipped around on the two women.

Silence filled the room that they had first found earlier.

Rachel stared at the crying girl in front of her and just knew it was all her fault.

"Are either of you going to answer me?!" Rachel whispered harshly with fire in her eyes and silent tears cascading down her face.

Frannie had just been with her mere minutes ago.

Everything was going to plan and now they were one person down.

"I'm.. I.." Santana tried to speak but words failed her.

She couldn't believe that Frannie just died right in front of them. Eaten alive right in front of them.

Santana had guilt written all over her and Rachel would always recognize it on the girl instantly.

Because the Santana from her own past had looked the same way when she would lose a survivor from their group after a mission.

"You did this?.." Rachel spoke in disbelieving anger.

Santana's eyes widened in surprise before her face crumbled in guilt as the truth of that statement hit her hard.

It was her fault and she's not sure how or why all this happened.

"I'm.. I'm sorry! I di.. didn't mean for this to happen! I swear! I just wanted to find Britn.."

Santana's words were cut short as a slap across her face so firm she swore she felt her bones rattle as her head whipped to the right.

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at a fuming Shelby standing in front of a just as shocked Santana.

The older woman's chest was heaving as her tears came with no remorse. Her face beet red in anger and accusation.

"I told you! I begged you to stay put! But did you listen?! No! You didn't and now Frannie is gone! Frannie is dead! Because of you and you have the nerve to make an excuse! You have the nerve to cry!"

Santana cried with remorse and was going to speak but what could she say.

She literally got some killed by her selfish actions and not just anyone her bestfriends sister.

JANUARY 2012.

Rachel sat on her bed with a full blown pout and tears.

The brunette has been trying to reach Quinn for the pass two hours but it just went to voicemail.

She was becoming worried that Finn actually got to Quinn first.

That now Quinn was back with Finn and she was dodging the brunette.

Rachel couldn't help but worry that all the torment and slushie's would be raining down her Monday morning once again but what hurt most of all is that Quinn would be off the market.

She'd be with Finn and live happily ever after and Rachel?

Rachel would be forgotten.

A light knock on the door caused Rachel to perk up as a puppy would.

When the door opened she smiled a sad smile because it wasn't the Fabray she was hoping for.

"Hello, sweetheart."

"Hello Mrs. Fabray, How are you?"

"It's Judy, sweetie."

"Sorry, I can't seem to forget my manners."

"May I come in?" Judy inquired.

"Yes.." Rachel answered doing her best not to sound sad.

The older woman stepped into the room and sat beside Rachel on the bed.

"I apologize if this may seem rude but I couldn't help but over hear your disagree with Finn. Your father is a little worried. So I thought I'd come up and check on you. Are you going to be alright."

"Yes, I suppose I have no choice but to deal with the result of our break up. I just.." Rachel replied sadly but couldn't finish her sentence because she could think about was losing Quinn.

"But what, Dear?" Judy coaxed.

"It's silly."

"Feelings are never silly, Rachel. You can tell me."

"Well, Finn said he was going to rekindle his relationship with Quinn."

"And that bothers you because your still in love with him?"

"No it's not that. I was never in love with Finn."

"Are you jealous?"

"No."

"Than why would it bother you if Finn and Quinn rekindled their relationship."

Rachel didn't know how to tell the woman who is the former wife of one of the biggest bigots in Lima.

That not only was she harboring feelings for her daughter but that she was scared of losing her daughter to her ex boyfriend.

JANUARY 2012, TOM SILLMAN.

His boots crunched in the weeds of the corn field as he trekked through as quietly as he could.

He didn't know why he was even checking the path through the corn field, on foot no less.

He just couldn't get the feeling in his gut to settle.

Something was definitely up.

He had driven through this back road many times in the past over the years and never seen the gap.

Just as he was about to turn back his head snapped up in surprise and worry.

His eyes wide and shocked at being right.

As the in the distance he heard agonizing screams that would haunt him the rest of his life.

He had no idea what he would be running into in mere minutes as he took off down the gap path straight toward an old shack.

He and all of Lima would be completely thrown by the gruesome murder of Russell Fabray and completely terrified and cursed to remember the cold vacant eyes of Lucy Quinn Fabray when the time came to arrest her.