Living Through Memories

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and Final Fantasy.

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Rating: M

Chapter 4

Bed of Roses

"Hello…" A high pitched male voice spoke through my hazy dreams; I could feel nothing but pain and see nothing but blackness. My eyes were too heavy to open. "Are you alright…? Can you hear me?" The boy continued his voice nearly a song. It was actually very beautiful. It would have been soothing if my head did not feel as if it were about to combust.

"Mmh." I groaned out, my voice deep and raspy as I rolled over onto my back. "Yeah?" I forced out.

"Back then… you could get by with just skinned knees." He spoke out softly.

"What do you mean by 'back then'?"

"What about now? Can you get up?" The man seemed to be ignoring my question entirely; it would have been frustrating if I were not so happy to be alive. It gave me one more chance to finally open up to Rachel and tell her how I feel.

"I'll give it a try." I said, before moving my body in an attempt to force myself into a sitting position. The soft voice was encouraging me, and it gave me the strength to finish my goal. Now sitting up I forced my eyes open, and hazel eyes immediately landed upon a familiar looking young man in pink attire. He was the young man who had been selling flowers. Where was I? Why was he here with me? How far was I from Rachel?

He cocked his head to the side, clear blue eyes connecting with mine as his lips curled up in a smile. "Hey there sweetie, you okay?"

I ran my hand through my blonde hair, trying to untangle it. My head was throbbing. "Yeah… Where am I?" My voice cracked with stress.

"This is the church in the Sector 5 slums. It suddenly fell on top of me, and you came tumbling down with it. It really gave me a scare." He spoke nonchalantly; it was almost strange how easily he was dealing with the church caving in on him and the woman falling from heaven.

"How did I manage to survive the fall?"

"The roof and the flower bed must have broken your fall. You are lucky."

"Flower bed?" I asked, hazel eyes finally noticing that I was lying in the middle of a beautiful garden, I quickly stood to my feet and moved out of the flowers. "Sorry about that."

His chuckle sounded like music to my ears. "That is quite alright. The flowers here are quite resilient. They say that you can't grow grass and flowers in all of Midgar, but for some reason, the flowers have no trouble blooming here. I love it here." With that the small man in pink continued to nurse his flowers.

"We have met before, correct?" His attention was on the flowers as he asked.

"Yeah… You were selling flowers."

"Thank you for buying my flowers by the way." He said, flashing me that grin that stretched from one of his pointy ears to the other. It was almost cute. "Say, I feel like talking. Do you feel up to it? After all, here we are meeting again, right? May as well make the best of it."

"I guess so, but I really do need to—"

"—Wait here! I've got to check my flowers. It will just be a minute." He interrupted me, rushing around the flowers checking to make certain they were all in tip-top shape. I wondered, momentarily, why they were so precious to him, and then it reminded me of what was so precious to me. I missed Rachel already.

After he had completed his task he returned to me. "I apologize for being so scatterbrained, but this is kind of my business. I have to keep these flowers blooming or I will starve. Oh, how rude of me, I should have introduced myself. My name is Kurt. Pleased to meet you."

"The name is Quinn."

"And what do you do for a living Quinn?" He stretched the words curiously.

"I do a little bit of everything."

"Oooh, a jack of all trades!"

"I suppose." I stated with a soft chuckle under my breath and a shake of my head. This young man, Kurt, was definitely an optimistic and curious one. "I do whatever is needed."

Two blondes entered the church and Kurt's blue eyes immediately landed upon them, one was a young man with large lips and blonde spikey hair, he had a scar beneath his right eye and goggles resting on his forehead, and the other was an older woman with a similar blonde haircut and a white suite on. They did not appear happy.

"Say, Quinn, you wouldn't happen to have ever been a bodyguard before would you? You DO do everything, right?" Kurt questioned, backing away from the two blondes.

"Yes, that is correct." I stated, having a feeling that I knew where this was going.

"Then, I would love it if you would get me out of here and escort me home." His lips curled up in a nervous smile and his blue eyes caught my hazel, I knew that I had to save him. For some reason I felt that I owed it to him.

Looking over their uniforms I could see it, I recognized them. "I know you. That uniform…" I whispered out softly, my voice deep.

"This one's a little weird." One of the men that accompanied the blondes stated.

"Be quiet you Shinra spy!" I shouted, my body shaking a little as I withdrew my sword preparing for an inevitable battle. Where there was a SOLDIER, there was a battle.

"Sam, do you want us to take her out?" One of the men asked the blonde with the scar.

"I haven't decided yet."

"Please do not fight in here!" Kurt shouted in his high-pitched voice, throwing his hands up in visual annoyance. Once again he appeared far too nonchalant considering the situation, it truly baffled me. "You will ruin the flowers! The exit is back there!" He pointed to the church door.

Kurt and I proceeded toward the second floor of the church, so that I could watch them from above. I wondered what they were doing here.

"There they are! Over there!" Sam shouted out, pointing us out on the second floor.

"They saw us." Kurt stated the obvious and all I could do was shrug.

"Yeah, I know. Looks like they aren't going to let us go without a fight."

"What should we do?" His eyes were full of worry and concern, I half wondered if he were more worried about his flowers' lives then his own. He was definitely strange.

"Well, we can't let them catch us, can we?" I asked with a smirk on my pink lips, he shook his head quickly and I finished. "Then there is only one thing left that we can do." With that statement I jumped to the next platform hoping that Kurt would follow me. Turning I realized that he hadn't. "Kurt! This way! I'll hold them off!"

"Right! Make sure they don't get through!"

"The Ancient is getting away! Attack! Attack! Attack!" Sam shouted out, controlling his army. The soldiers fired their rifles in Kurt's direction and he fell from the platform to the main floor of the church, shouting out.

"Kurt!" I shouted.

"Quinn, help!"

"Damn it!" I growled out now, frustrated with the entire situation. Honestly, if I had my way, I would leave now. The last thing that I wanted to do was waste time trying to save a man that I did not know, not when I needed to get back to Rachel, not when I had so much to do. Still, I knew that my conscience would weigh me down with unbearable guilt if I left him to die.

I had to save him. Then I would get to Rachel.

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