A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you're still out there and hopefully not that mad at me :D I don't want to make up excuses of any kind so I'm just going to tell you that I just couldn't have this on my computer without sharing it with you guys.

Also, you'll get a new chapter every day, that's all. Enjoy !

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Let me show you

Luck is on your side

A blue and red bird was singing outside her window like there was no tomorrow, Rachel didn't know what kind of bird it was but she knew that the little fella had energy to last for two life times if not more. It had been a little over an hour in the beautiful and majestic Southampton and the bird was still singing with the same vigor.

It had been the most delightful vacation of her life, the magnificence of a country with such history was entrancing and simply incredible to absorb. They've traveled around seven cities while in Europe and Southampton was their last stop where they would be boarding the ship that will take them home.

With a resigned sigh Rachel thought about London and how it was definitely a place where she could consider coming back.

"Come on now, darling" Finn Hudson, her fiancé and future husband entered the room without bothering with knocking or give her a slight chance to prepare for him "Off we go, your mother is waiting down stairs and we don't want to keep her waiting, do we?" his smile was not genuine, she could tell but she didn't comment on it. She never did.

Rachel stood up, the dress she was wearing already felt uncomfortable around her and the corset was too tight again, she wondered if Tina tied it that way under her mother's orders or if she just forgot what Rachel told her the night before.

Finn offered her his arm which she took with a small smile on her lips. He liked to see her smiling, she could tell that he was proud to have her on his arm; it showed on his posture and the way he walked.

He was handsome, polite, charming, arrogant and rich, wealthy rich. She had met him in college, became friends and even enjoyed his company but then her father died leaving her mother to found out about her new friend and practically ordered her seventeen year old daughter to marry him.

She understood completely why her mother did it but that didn't mean that she was happy with the outcomes, even if she was always smiling.

Her mother Shelby was wearing a ridiculous big red hat on her head but it matched her dress to perfection and Rachel guessed that that was Shelby's gold after all.

"What took you so long, darling?" Shelby's tone was tight; she was obviously upset with Rachel's tardiness but didn't want to show it because that's not how a proper lady behaves. Rachel had heard it so many times in the past.

"Forgive me mother, I believe I'm not ready to leave this beautiful city just yet" her mother's eyes widened in satisfaction with her answer while Finn laughed and leaned to kiss her temple with a softness that he didn't possess.

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll come back as much as you want" he said, delighted that he could offer her whatever her heart desired. She smiled sweetly at him and squeezed his arm in forced appreciation.

"Why can't we just stay?" she asked innocently.

"And miss these first class tickets in the biggest ship on earth? Oh no sweetie, we're boarding the Titanic today."

She smiled politely at him and internally rolled her eyes because she didn't understand what it was about this ship. She couldn't find it in herself to be excited about this trip or going back to New York for that matter.

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"You can do it Quinn!" a girl shouted from where she stood on top of a chair in the middle of the little bar. The people around her was clapping and making bets on the young man -or who they thought was a man- that was standing in the middle of the circle concentrating with a dart on his right hand.

"Are you sure it's a boy?" a guy asked to someone else in the crowd.

"Of course" the man said but his voice lacked conviction.

The questionable young man had his not too short blond hair combed back, he was thin but his arms showed muscle, his chest wasn't flat but he was wearing man's clothes and he looked manly enough so he had to be a man.

"Come on babe, you can do it!" said the brunette on top of the chair again and the young man smiled a little at that. His hazel eyes danced to the left where two very angry men stood watching him closely with their arms crossed on their chests.

"Just do it!" one of the men said through greeted teeth and the blonde guy smiled even wider at that.

His eyes focused once again on the dartboard and he breathed before he swung his arm back and threw the dart with measured force.

Everyone jumped and clapped their hands and some even hugged the young man as he just smiled and looked in the crowd for his lady friend. It was a perfect shot.

His eyes were shining with happiness as they landed on his friend "We're going home!" the brunette screamed in his ear.

At this submission the clapping seemed to stop and the two men stepped up and handed the young man two tickets rather angrily but it didn't make any difference because they were still happy and the girl was still jumping up and down with joy that didn't seem to end.

"We're going home" the boy said and even if his voice sounded very feminine, no one utter a word about it because his clothes said otherwise.

"No, you're not" said the bartender while he cleaned a glass with a dirty mop, the friends turned their eyes at him and he pointed at a clock behind his back "The Titanic leaves in five minutes!"

"Oh man!"

"Let's go!."

They picked up their bags from the floor and ran out of the bar with big smiles on their faces and happy that they were finally returning home after years of being stuck in Europe.

"I'd like to see their faces if they knew that you're a girl" said the brunette and the blonde –definitely girl- laughed harder than intended as she ran ahead of her friend and between hundreds of people gathered around to see the biggest ship in history sail holding her bag over her shoulder and a smile as big as the Titanic itself.

"Me too!" she screamed over her shoulder and ran faster with her friend right behind her.

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The sun was at its highest when they arrived at the dock and Rachel was glad that she decided to accept the hat that Tina offered her before they left the hotel.

Finn was already waiting for her when the door of the car sprung open. She took his hand delicately as she walked out of the car and saw for the first time the ship that everyone was talking about presented in front of her eyes.

The structure was immense but it didn't surprise Rachel, it was called the biggest ship for something after all. It looked like it hadn't been touched, the wood, the windows, the fresh paint, the entire ship looked immaculate to the eye but that thought only made her feel guilty. How many people had worked to make it look this way, to please first class passengers like her?.

It made her sick to think about what it meant to be a first class girl and what she represented, what was expected of her. Every step she took felt like a step to her own doom.

This wasn't the life that she wanted, this wasn't the husband that she would have chosen, this wasn't the clothes that she felt comfortable in, it all felt estrange and she wanted a scape. She wanted to hide, to run.

Finn's beloved Renualt Touring car was to their right, their extensive luggage arrived in two different cars and William, Finn's bodyguard was trailing right behind them.

Rachel looked away when his eyes found her. She didn't like him, he was always walking behind them, his eyes were always on her like he expected her to do something bad to run and tell Finn about it.

She thought she heard Finn said that William was a policeman once but she couldn't be sure.

Friends, lovers and families cried their goodbyes around them; others laughed at their good fortune and literally ran inside the ship without waiting another second.

Her fiancé was smiling like a fool, eyes wide in anticipation for her reaction but she kept her face cool when she turned to him "It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania." She wasn't impressed and it showed.

Finn laughed, obviously amused "It's over a hundred feet longer than Mauretania Rach, and far more luxurious" he added as if that will do the trick and convince her to enjoy this trip.

Her face remained aloof and he turned to help Shelby to descend the car "Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Shelby" he commented but the older woman didn't add a word because she knew, she knew.

Finn and her mother were talking about something behind her as they walked the boarding bridge that was above thirty feet of the ground just to keep the first class passenger separated from the second class ones, but she couldn't focused on their words as she stepped inside the ship and the click of her heels resounded in her ears like a death sentence, at least that's what it felt like.

This only put everything in move, in seven days she'd be in New York City and three days later she'd become Mrs. Hudson, safe her parents' properties and settle to live a life that she didn't choose. A life that she didn't want.

The gold ring in her finger suddenly felt much heavier than it did a minute ago but she swallowed the bile in her throat and forced herself to not cry or scream, she just wanted to scream.

But not so in the open, that wasn't how a young lady behaved and she knew it well.

"You could show a little more excitement than that, my dear" Finn said, interrupting her own sulking but she knew that he was holding back his growing anger, the smile on his face was nothing but forced. She turned around, smiled as sweetly as she could. He seemed convinced so he kept leading her towards their suit completely oblivious to the overwhelming dread that she felt with every step that she took.

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"Quinn, where to?" the brunette girl asked and the blonde looked everywhere, her eyes searching. The Titanic towered above the terminal and then she saw it, the bridges hanging above the floor and the ones practically on the floor. She picked up her pace.

"This way Santana, hurry up" she called over her shoulder and ran faster. A few parted to let them through. They were smiling, the happiness too big to hold back. They were finally going home after so long and that was all that they could think of.

Just the idea of being home, the place that saw them as children made everything a bit better.

They jumped above suitcases on the floor, dodged two horses that were dragging something with their backs, avoided crashing against several people and even came unharmed from a dog attack but they were finally getting to the bridges when they started to pull them apart from the ship.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Quinn screamed and jumped onto the bridge, the tickets in her outstretch hand, showing the officer that they belonged on the ship. "We're passengers!" she was out of breath from all the running but she was still smiling from ear to ear like a complete fool.

"Have you been through health inspection?" the officer asked eyeing them suspiciously and both girls nodded furiously.

"Of course" Quinn was the one to talk "We don't have lice, we're Americans. The both of us" the officer didn't look convinced but he let them through anyway and both girls jumped the bridge and entered the ship of dreams with excited smiles on their faces and hearts filled with hope.

Another officer asked for the tickets and wrote down their names after eying them suspiciously. Finally they were left alone to go and find their cabins.

The ships started to move and Quinn had a better idea before they went to their cabins and dragged Santana up some stairs and out to the deck towards the rails.

The view was magnificent, hundreds of people were gathered to see the Titanic sail and Quinn started to wave at the unfamiliar faces making Santana laugh because she knew that the blonde didn't have a family member or friends down there to wave goodbye at.

"I'm gonna miss this!" she yelled through the screams of others and Quinn turned to look at her.

"Me too" she said with soft eyes. They kept waiving and screaming their goodbyes as the ship got away from the quay and into the Atlantic Ocean to begin its journey.

"We are the luckiest bitches in the world!" Quinn exclaimed as they walked down a long hallway crowded by third class people and doors lining both sides with a number on the top of each one.

"Here" Quinn said as she found their cabin and opened the door "Hello, I'm Quinn Fabray" she introduced herself to the two women already inside the room and shook their hands ignoring the confused stares in the women's eyes.

The cubicle was small but with room enough to accommodate four beds but it was obviously designed for people of their class because the pipes could be seen in the sealing and the paint was not as glamorous as it was in the hallways on the upper levels but it wasn't bad and Quinn laughed at Santana when she let herself fall on one bed, feigning exhaustion.

"So where are you kids from?" asked the older of the women that were yet to be introduced.

"America, I'm from the big apple and this one right here is from Jersey. What about you?" Quinn was the one to strike the conversation since Santana was never up for small talk with strangers "Sorry but I didn't catch your names either" the blonde said in a light tone as she stretch her limbs in her bed.

"Oh right, our apologies. This is my niece Brittany and I'm Holly Holyday" said the older one of the ladies offering a welcoming smile.

"You're very handsome" said the girl known as Brittany and Quinn's eyes widened. These women didn't know that she was a girl. Of course they'd assume she was a boy, she was wearing boy's clothes and her hair was combed back and her almost flat chest didn't help much either. It was for the best anyway but it still surprised her a little bit how well she could pass for a boy. Even after all those years.

"Thank you" she said barely above a whisper and Santana sent her a look.

The brunette had to admit that Quinn could pass as a man without trouble if no one dared to take a second look. She had a strong jaw and symmetrical face, her hair was short just a few inches long and that's why they combed it back. She could pass as a boy in need of haircut.

"We're from London but the American dream sounded too promising to let an opportunity like this go by" Holly said and just then Santana looked up from her bed to find the younger blonde smiling fondly at her.

"I'm Santana" she said and after a second she didn't know why she spoke in the first place but the girl was so beautiful.

"I say we take a walk on the deck, it's a beautiful day" Quinn jumped from her bed and smiled at the three ladies who in return stood up as well and followed her out of the cabin and into the slightly crowded hallway.

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Between glasses of champagne and picking the right paintings to hang on the four walls that consisted in her bedroom, Rachel felt like a slave.

She had always belonged to a prominent family but the departure of her father had left many debts under her last name, so she understood that this was what needed to be done. She could safe her family name and give her mother the life that she was used to have.

But she still felt chained, forced, and unhappy.

Finn smirked at her direction, a proud smile on his face as he eyed her like a piece of meat. His trophy wife to be and she felt sick to her stomach and that feeling didn't go away for the entire day and even remained the following morning.

After a stop on the coast of Ireland the trip was finally set its pace. They wouldn't be stopping anymore until they got to New York.

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The ship glowed with the sunlight at its highest as Quinn dragged Santana towards the wreck, and she could honestly say that it was one of the most beautiful mornings of her life. Everything felt so freeing, so real and she wanted to grasped it all and just remember these days for the rest of her life.

She hadn't been lying when she said that they were the luckiest people in the world. They had won the tickets on a bet and Quinn knew that the most wealthy population on board have paid a serious amount of money for being on the Titanic but there they were, Santana and herself on the finest boat without having paid a single cent for it.

Santana's laugh was contagious while she pretended to force against Quinn's grasp, the blonde knew that her friend will follow her through the gates of hell itself if she asked her to and she loved her for that.

"Check it out" she said as they got to the very end of the ship and Santana looked in awe. There was nothing but ocean ahead of them and it looked magnificent to the eye. It was a sight to behold and she wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life too.

Quinn leaned over the rail to look at the water under the ship where the prow was looking deadly as it cut through the peaceful ocean.

She felt the change of speed when the air hit her harder on her porcelain skin and her perfectly combed hair went wild around her eyes, blinding her for a split second before she saw dolphins swimming in the water.

She had never seen dolphins before so she was really excited when she saw the little fellas swim as fast as the ship was going, they were a feet or two ahead of the boat, obviously entertained with the Titanic without even know what it was. The image was so joyful and full of life that Quinn was grinning from ear to ear in pure delight.

"Wow" she gasped when the dolphins jumped of the water and then dive back into it "Look!"

"Amazing" Santana was also smiling big but there was a faraway look in her eyes. Quinn searched her friend's eyes before asking an unspoken question to which the brunette just shrugged a bit sadly "I can almost feel it" she closed her eyes, Quinn wanted to hug her "Home, the streets, the familiarity of it all. I've miss it too much" she admitted and Quinn smiled.

"We'll be there soon" she assured and Santana squeezed her hand once.

In that moment, as the wind hit them, the ship moved forward and not a sound could be heard as they stood on the end of the ship they felt like flying. Freedom was almost tangible.

"I feel like I'm on top of the world" Quinn dreamily said and Santana laughed a full laugh but at the end she nodded.

"Quinn of the world" she said, they laughed "Say it. Scream it Q!" she dared. Quinn climbed onto the rails, grabbing a hold of a pole and then opened her arms to feel the breeze.

"I'm the Queen of the world!" she screamed at the top of her lungs and Santana laughed and screamed along with her.

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The melodic sound of classical music could be heard in the first class restaurant for the finest people to eat in harmony.

Rachel knew that there was a conversation being held in her table, the finest table of them all because the director of White Star Line was there sitting across from her to her left but she couldn't focus, she couldn't enjoy it and all she wanted was a scape.

But that wasn't happening anytime soon so she forced herself to listen, to participate. They laughed at some joke and she took the opportunity to light a cigarette while the waiter arrived to take their orders.

"You know I don't like that, Rachel" Shelby said barely containing her anger or was it shame. It didn't matter anyway because Finn had taken the cigarette away from her lips and stubbed it out before she could even blink.

"She knows" he smiled and then turned to the waiter, ignoring Rachel's reaction. She wondered if he knew that he was out powering her in front of all these people and if he cared "We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce" he ordered for her and then out of nowhere he smiled at his fiancée in fake worry "You like lamb, don't you darling?."

That answered her unspoken question. He knew what he was doing; he was just trying to make a point, to show her the place he thought she belonged to.

"So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Finn?" Terri, another prominent lady at their table asked and then laughed at his poor reaction. She had watched the entire scene and could only feel pity for the young beauty.

"So tell us, who came with the name Titanic? Was it you, Artie?" she was quick to change the subject and to remove the attention away from Rachel and Rachel already liked this woman.

"Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury and safety" the man wasn't finished but Rachel was seeing red between having been publicly humiliated and then saved by a woman she barely even knew.

"Do you know of Dr. Freud?" her question was rhetorical and her tone a bit harsh but no one interrupted her "His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Abrams" the rest of the men on the table chocked on their drinks trying to suppress their laughter while Rachel looked unaffected.

She was tired of always being in the wrong, of being the perfect little girl when she knew that she wasn't. She wanted a break; she wanted to be herself for just once.

"My God, Rachel. What has gotten into…" even though Shelby was the first one to react, she didn't have the chance to finish her sentence when her daughter suddenly stood up.

"Excuse me" is all she said before she walked away.

Rachel could hear her mother apologizing on her behalf but she just wanted to get out of there and that's exactly what she did.

It was hard to walk when all she wanted to do was run but she held her head high, hands clenched on fists at her sides to control her anxiety, straight posture and polite smile as she walked out of the restaurant, and down the long corridor that leaded her to some sort of balcony on the deck.

Her expression was blank and she faintly remembered her father telling her that she could easily win a poker game for him but his eyes were sad as he said that because he knew the kind of pressure Shelby had her under and still did until that day.

How she missed her father.

She rested her hands on the rail and trained her eyes ahead. The ocean was like a dream that she could almost reach but not own. She was right there on the biggest boat in history, making history by being in that first trip but all she wanted was to jump off, be free.

The ring on her finger was heavy and she touched the diamond staring back at her. Fifteen carats on her finger chained her to an arrange marriage with a man that she didn't even love.

The pressure on her chest was almost unbearable. She could feel it pressing against her heart, her lungs. It was almost impossible to breathe, to think, to see beyond the dreadful day that she gets to America to marry Finn Hudson.

She wanted to scream but she didn't, in fact her face remained expressionless as she set her eyes on the water once more. That is until she felt like someone was watching her and she turned around with her eyes low and that's when she saw him.

A blonde boy was sitting on a bench on the lowest deck of the ship, three women were surrounding him and he had a black book on his lap, a pencil on his hand and his eyes trained on her. His features were very graceful, almost feminine but strong and Rachel found herself staring right back because she had never seen anyone as beautiful as the boy on the lower floor.

Quinn was caught staring but she didn't look away from the gorgeous woman in the yellow dress. There was something about the lady standing there, her face was blank of emotion but her shoulders were tensed, and Quinn saw sadness flashing in the lady's dark eyes before the lady looked away and raised her chin in the air.

But Quinn couldn't look away.

She knew that she was stepping on dangerous territory but she couldn't help herself, couldn't help be who she really was.

And then the lady looked at her again and this time their eyes stayed lock and they took each other in.

They belonged to two completely different worlds and the fifty feet separating them didn't let them forget that.

When their stares broke Quinn saw a rather tall man grabbing the lady's arm and whispered harshly on her ear before she took off and left him standing there by himself.

She wondered if this man was the reason for the lady to be as sad as she seemed and the need to know that enveloped her immensely for some unknown reason.

Santana, who had been watching the entire thing and knowing Quinn as well as she did, walked closer to her friend.

"Forget it" she softly said. Quinn met her eyes with a playful smile on her face "No, we need to get to New York alive."

Quinn knew that Santana was telling the truth. Her sexual orientation had almost gotten them killed in London in more than occasion after all but she couldn't take the lady out of her mind for the rest of the afternoon and wished they'd cross paths again at some point, if only just to see her lovely face again.

That's all that Quinn wanted. See the lady's beautiful face again.

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