another kind of journey

to wake up

The William McKinley High School Class of 2.012 was about to graduate when the clatter happened. And after it did, no one was conscious no more. One Finn Hudson tried to remain awake, but after seeing everyone around him fainted and with all of his strength turned into dust, he decided to let go and finally closed his eyes. It all went black afterwards.

Every existent bone inside Sam Evans' body ached to the core. The big lipped blonde seemed to be completely hang-over. He opened his eyes slowly and then all at once, only to find himself in what appeared to be a dream. He was laying on a king sized bed; a white padding protecting him from the freezing cold the nearest window leet him appreciate. "...what on Earth?" He whispered to himself while throwing his left hand into the air and spreading his fingers through the thickness of his hair.

He had seen these kind of scenes in movies and therefore he knew there was only one way he would be able to wake up. Nevertheless, and very much to his surprise, after pinching himself the only hint of reality that struck him was a flushed arm. "Ouch."

A lot of complaining and several eye rubs later, it was time to get up. He sat by the edge of the bed and, of course, put his right leg down first. No one should ever start off a new day with their left foot. Bad luck. Very bad luck.

The first thought to cross his mind while walking out of the bedroom had gotten him even more confused than he was before. He did not even know where he was. What had happened after graduation? The last thing he remembered was giving Mercedes a good luck kiss, as she was about to head out to receive her diploma. "We will be alright." He had told her as an answer to her insecurities about the future.

Trying to recognize that house was a work from another world. It was indeed beautiful; his dream home would look quite like it if he was honest, but still he did not remember being there before. Also, the lack of frames, the smell of newly bought furniture and the fresh flowers over the table of the living room did not exactly talk about inhabiting.

"Is anyone home?" He knew he would regret calling out for someone later, but then again, what was he supposed to do? He was stuck on a house he did not acknowledge and his memory was blurry. He had not even drank, for Christ's sake! Well... at least he did not remember drinking.

It was not until he heard a familiar voice that he turned to face the living room's door frame. "Sam?"

Quinn Fabray stood by the other side of the lounge. A very pregnant Quinn Fabray.

He just stood there, as if he were frozen in time, demanding an explanation he knew the ex cheerleader did not have. "I did not do that." He blurted out while pointing to the girl's big belly.

"Actually..." she spoke with fear. "I think you did."