A/N: This is totally different than anything I've ever written ever so your feedback is highly appreciated.

Prompt: Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass AU where Stacie is the Cheshire Cat and Aubrey is Alice.

It was the first time they were rehearsing outside the rehearsal room and on an actual stage. It wasn't the stage they were going to be competing on, but it gave them a better idea of how being on a stage felt like. The girls seemed to be excited about it and for the first time since the SBT mixer, Aubrey thought they might actually have a shot at getting back to lincoln center.

Aubrey stood in front of the group, looking at them with a satisfied smile. They may not be perfect but at least they looked in sync now, and they sounded good. Her eyes stopped when they got to Stacie and they roamed over her body. She had tried to deny the growing attraction she felt for the younger girl, but she couldn't help just looking at her sometimes, she was mesmerizing. When her eyes got to Stacie's face, the brunette was smirking and she winked at her.

Aubrey felt herself blush but didn't look away from Stacie's smiling eyes. She bit her lip and smiled back at her, completely forgetting the rest of the girls were there. Which is why she didn't notice when Fat Amy nudged Beca to "look at Aubrey and Stacie making googley eyes at each other again" a little too hard and making the shorter girl come stumbling towards her. Beca collided with Aubrey, which wouldn't have been a huge problem if they had been at the rehearsal room, but Aubrey was standing a little too close to the edge of the stage.

She took a step back to regain her balance but instead found nothing under her foot, falling back over the side of the stage. She tried to hold on to Beca but she couldn't reach her. She closed her eyes tight waiting for the impending collision with the floor but it never came.

She opened her eyes. Everything was dark but she could still feel herself falling. She waved her hands around but there was nothing there, just emptiness and the feeling of falling in her stomach. Aubrey frowned. Maybe there had been a trap door next to the stage that she hadn't seen but, how long had she been falling? Unless there was a hole that lead to hell under the auditorium, she should've hit something already.

She tried to remember something Stacie had said about terminal velocity and how skydivers changed positions to slow down or speed up mid air but all she could think about was Stacie's lips when she said it and how much she loved it when she spouted out random nerdy facts. She felt her stomach flip at the thought of Stacie and she chastised herself, this was not the time to think about Stacie or her lips.

She turned her head around, trying to find some indication that she was going to end up somewhere at some point, that she would not spend the rest of her life, however short it may be, falling. She started wondering how long it would take for her to die of dehydration. Stacie would know, but she would probably argue that there wasn't any documentation on the effects of free falling for an extended period of time so it was hard to know for sure. If there had been, Aubrey was sure the first thing it would say was that it was really boring.

She didn't know how long she had been falling, but after a while she started being able to see herself. She wasn't sure if it was because her eyes getting used to the darkness, or if there was light coming from somewhere. She looked down at her hands and then at the rest of her body. She felt fine, and other from the feeling in her stomach and the air sweeping around her, she could've been lying in her bed. Her clothes started to get clearer, but she still couldn't see anything else around her.

Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled faster, as if a huge vacuum was sucking her downwards. She barely had time to yelp when everything went black again.

Aubrey blinked her eyes open, closing them again at the brightness around her. She had stopped falling and she was lying facedown on a cold surface. She squinted and pushed herself up to her feet. She was in a completely white corridor, there were no windows or doors, but the walls and the floor seemed to be emitting their own light. She thought she could see something at the other end of the corridor but she wasn't sure.

She checked herself. She was a little sore but nothing actually hurt. It was more like the discomfort she felt after a particularly long rehearsal.

She turned around confused, walking to one side of the corridor. She pressed her hand against the wall, it was hard and cold, just like the floor. She couldn't tell where the corridor started or if it extended infinitely in both directions, there was nothing but endless whiteness. She could barely make out the place where the wall met the floor. She turned and started making her way towards the faint shape ahead of her.

As she got closer, she started making out the outline of a table. It was made of the same white material as the walls and the floor, which made it hard to make out from further away. There was something on the table and Aubrey sped up when she saw it. Maybe it was something that would help her get back to Barden.

She stopped next to the table. There was a small glass vial on it filled with some sort of clear liquid. A small piece of cardboard with the words 'Drink me' were scrawled on it in an elaborate font. The black letters were the only thing breaking the endless sea of white.

She furrowed her brow and considered her options. First option, she hit her head when she fell off the stage, went crazy, and was now in a psychiatric hospital, which would explain all the white; the liquid could be her medication and she should probably drink it. Second option, she was in hell and she knew from her greek mythology classes that she shouldn't eat or drink anything they offered to her here or she wouldn't be able to go back; if she could go back. Third option, this was some ridiculous prank, maybe by Bumper or Fat Amy, and it was some kind of psychotropic drug.

"No, thank you." Aubrey crossed her arms and shook her head.

"People are going to think you're mad if you keep talking to yourself." Aubrey whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice. Stacie was leaning on the wall, filing her nails with a smirk on her face. "Then again, we're all mad here."

"Oh my god, Stacie!" Aubrey sighed relieved and ran towards Stacie, wrapping her arms around her.

Stacie tilted her head to the side. Her smile widened in a maniacal way that would have looked disturbing on anyone else, but it somehow worked for Stacie. Stacie's hands had been resting on her hips and made their way around to Aubrey's back, rubbing small, comforting circles.

Aubrey's heart sped up at the the other girl's closeness. She hadn't thought about it when she threw her arms around her, she was just relieved to see a familiar face. She wanted to think she would've done the same thing had she seen anyone else, even Beca; but Stacie hadn't let go of her and this was lasting way longer than a regular hug.

Aubrey took a small step back, enough to not be pressed tightly against Stacie's body but without moving her arms from around her shoulders. Stacie's hands stayed on her back. She looked at the brunette, she was wearing a pink and purple striped shirt with pink shorts. She moved her gaze up to her face, her eyes seemed to be shining brighter than usual, and she hadn't stopped smiling.

She noticed something out of the corner of her eye and looked over Stacie's shoulder. She saw something hairy waving behind Stacie and she jumped away from her. She grabbed Stacie and turned her around. There was a furry tail, with the same pink and white stripes as her shirt, coming out from the top of her shorts. She took a couple of steps back and watched as Stacie turned towards her, lazily swinging her tail from side to side. "You have a tail."

Stacie's tail swung forward and she pet it gently. "You get an A on observational skills."

Stacie took a few steps in her direction and winked at her before suddenly disappearing, her swinging tail was all that remained for a couple of seconds before it vanished too. "Stacie! Where did you go?"

Aubrey was startled when she felt Stacie's body pressing behind her. "I'm right here."

Aubrey felt Stacie's breath on her ear and felt her hands on her waist. She looked down and saw Stacie's fingers on her sides. "Stace," Stacie's hands slid to Aubrey's stomach. "where are we?"

"We are here. Now. Together." Stacie kissed the spot behind Aubrey's ear.

Aubrey moaned but remembered the small fact that Stacie had a tail and took a step away, turning around to face her. "This is a dream, it has to be a dream. I just need to wake up." She walked back in front of Stacie and grabbed her head, leaning forward. "I always wake up right before…"

She closed her eyes and kissed Stacie. After a couple of slow, tentative kisses, she opened her eyes. It hadn't worked. She was still here, kissing Stacie, and Stacie was kissing her back. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all. She closed her eyes again and let Stacie push her back against the wall. Stacie bit her bottom lip softly making Aubrey gasp and allowing her tongue to move inside her mouth. Aubrey moaned and buried her fingers in Stacie's hair, pulling her closer.

The loud chime of a clock reverberated around them and Stacie pulled back, her smile falling for the first time. "I have to go."

Aubrey panicked and clinged to the top of Stacie's shirt. "What? No, you can't leave me. Where are you going?"

Stacie smiled again and kissed her a couple of times. Aubrey pulled her close. "Stace, please don't leave me."

Stacie squeezed her tight, looking into her frightened eyes. Her smile turned from maniacal to reassuring and she placed one last lingering kiss on her lips. "I won't be far." The clock chimed again and Stacie looked around. "I really gotta go, I'm late."

Her body started disappearing until Aubrey's hands weren't holding anything anymore. Aubrey moved back to the center of the room and yelled. "Late for what? How do I get out of here?"

"Maybe you just need a change of perspective." Stacie's laugh echoed around her.

"Stacie!" She yelled and waited, even though she knew Stacie was gone. "What the hell does that mean?"

She growled frustratedly and kicked the table, regretting it immediately when she felt a stab of pain shooting up her leg. She hopped on her other foot towards the wall and slid down to the floor. She hid her hands in her face and took a deep breath. She needed to get out of here, but how?

She looked up at the table and frowned, there was something stuck under it. She crawled over and reached for it. She grabbed the corner of what seemed to be a piece of paper and pulled it free. She stood up next to the table before looking down at her hand. She was holding a folded card, the front said 'Welcome to Wonderland' in big black letters. "Wonderland?"

Aubrey opened the card and read it with a frown.

Ms. Aubrey Posen,

We are delighted that you decided to visit Wonderland. Enclosed you will find a ticket for the Mad Hatter's tea party, remember to keep it with you. Please accept the complimentary Wonderdrink on the table. Our greeters will be with you shortly to lead you out of the waiting room.

We hope you have a wonderful visit,

Wonderland Immigration Department*

*The WID is an independent entity and is in no way associated with the Queen of Hearts. Any and all interactions with the Queen of Hearts or any of her associates are under the visitor's own risk.

"That sounds ominous." Aubrey removed a little card from a slot at the bottom. It had a green top hat on one side and her name in gold letters on the other. Under her name it said 'no guests allowed'. She shrugged and put the small card in her back pocket and left the larger one on top of the table, moving around to look at the vial.

The liquid inside looked pretty harmless, just like water. She lifted it and sniffed, it was odorless. Maybe it was just water. There was a tiny inscription on the vial she hadn't noticed before.

Wonderdrink: All your favorites in one bottle.

She didn't understand what it meant but she figured things couldn't get any worse than being trapped here. She brought the vial to her lips and took a small sip, it tasted like cherries. She took a slightly bigger sip but this time it tasted like vanilla ice cream. Her brow furrowed and she drank what was left in the vial. This time it tasted like Stacie's kisses and she smiled.

A couple of seconds after she finished the drink, she felt her stomach start to rumble and she pressed her hands over it. "This can't be good."