A/N: This is my first attempt at AU and I'm really excited about it. I've had this story swimming around in my head for a while and finally decided to share it. Let me know what you guys think!

9/24/16: Hey all, I'm updating my current stories and am doing some work on this one. Some chapters may be changed/added. Reviews are life!

Finn Hudson slipped into the back of the dark theater and slid into a seat. The show had already began but he wasn't missing anything he hadn't seen before. Finn had seen almost every Broadway play, at least once. It had started off innocent enough as a way to pass some time but now it had become almost an obsession. He had the playbills for every show he had attended as well piled up in a box in his apartment. He didn't really know what the point of it all was but it gave him something to do. That was Finn's problem, he had nothing but time, and needed to fill it with something, at least this gave him something to concentrate on. He chose not to admit that part of it was her influence, a flicker of a old memory fresh in his mind. Truth was life could become boring easily when you had no where to be and nothing to do and Finn Hudson had pretty much done it all at some point or another.

Finn was a lone wolf, it had been this way for what felt like forever, moving stealthily through time, never leaving any 1 solid mark on person or place. He was in and out of a place before many even realized was there to begin with. He was like that shadow people see from the corner do their eye that is gone when they look backs

He had no family so to speak of and the family he did have, he had not spoken to in years. It was like he blinked and to much time had passed to really mend fences. They were not a traditional family unit anyway, they were made from necessity, but Finn had moved on years ago.

Finn Hudson was truly a loner, in the most basic and simplistic sense of the word. That was why Finn loved New York so much, though he had lived all over the US, the city was huge, an easy Mecca to be invisible in. While at the same time the perfect place to draw attention to yourself if you so chose to. Finn knew how to get a person's attention, don't get him wrong. Especially attention from women. Finn was tall, broad and could easily collect the attention of the opposite sex. But recently, or what was recent to him, he preferred to travel alone, it was a life style choice. Life was much more simple when you were living it for your own accord and yours only. Finn had spent a long time living his life to keep others happy and safe but spend little time on his needs. Well not anymore.

Finn shifted in his seat, he could smell life all around him. The interesting bouquet that crowds of people brought on, a mix of individual fragrances coming together to make a new one. But under all the perfume and cologne he could smell human life itself, the sweetness of sweat, the metallic undertones of blood. There was a time when the pungent odors around him would be unbearable but he had surprised those sensitivities long ago.

Finn leaned his head back against the wall behind him. He was bored with this, not just the show but the state of his life right now. He was in a slump and for Finn Hudson slumps only meant one thing, it was time to move on. Find another place to inhabit, find another story to write, another life to live. Slumps for Finn Hudson had lead to trouble, and idle mind can be a dangerous mind especially when it takes a special amount of will power and carefully crafted distractions.

Time had come to be Finn's enemy, days followed days and years to years. People dream of living forever, of being able to never leave this rotating ball of dirt humans call home, but the idea seemed stupid to Finn. He wasn't suicidal, he didn't wish to die or anything like that he just understood the appeal morality had. More than anything else he wanted a challenge, something to make his existence worth more than it currently was. If he was going to be here, he needed a reason to be here. Languishing through his days was neither productive or particularly appealing. Finn was simply bored with it all. He looked at the young women beside him and she smiled sweetly at him, pushing her hair bed hind her ear. She was cute in a traditional sort of way; blond haired, blue eyed and thin. She met societies standards of beauty and Finn had had plenty of women just like her in the past. Finn would be the first to admit that there was a dark time, not so distantly in the past, that he drowned his sorrows in unexpecting young women.

It made him shudder a little, that this women who by every rightful standard was a beauty he saw as being simply ordinary. That was because Finn knew that there were hundreds of other girls just like her, there was nothing to make her stand out in a crowd, nothing to leave a lasting impression on a mind filled with so much, a mind such as his own. He chuckled a little to himself as he realized that this women, he would forget her face before he even left the building. Ordinary he thought again, just like all the life around him.

Finn started to push himself up from his seat to leave before he got himself in trouble when a single sound, a voice sent chills down his spine. It was extraordinary, beautiful and perfectly pitched. Voices like those came once in a generation. It stilled him in his motion because the voice had familiarity, he had heard it before. Years ago. He was sure of it before he even saw her, before the physical recognition kicked in. He would know that voice anywhere, it haunted his dreams. It had been a long time since he had seen her and he idly wondered what she was doing in New York. Last he had heard she was living overseas, not that he kept close tabs on her, or anyone for that matter. But there were so few people like them out there that you almost had to know, to some extent, what was going on with them.

He lowered himself back down into his seat, his eyes following her every move. He was far from the stage but he could see her well enough to know she hadn't changed a bit. What was he expecting though, her beauty was timeless.

Rachel Berry left her dressing room after her show, a black duffle thrown over her shoulder. She had just recently gotten back to New York after spending some significant time overseas, to much time really, it had almost felt like she was running. Not that she had much of anything to run from. Rachel had her talent, and her talent alone but that was all she really needed. It gave her the fuel to achieve everything she needed in life, including this walk on lead role in a Broadway play. Small town girls everywhere wished for this type of luck. Okay so it wasn't really her fault that the actress originally slated for this role had fallen ill but it had only taken a bit of convincing to put her in it. Rachel didn't need dress rehearsals and practice time, she was a pro when it came to musical theater, she had more than enough real life experience.

Her looks didn't hurt her either, she was beautiful in a girl next door sort of way. She was sneaky hot as she had been called in the past, you didn't realize she had you, until she had you. Rachel dazzled and she knew it. But despite that it had still taken a long time to build up the confidence she really needed to succeed the the world, she had that now, the confidence.

Rachel pushed through the heavy metal doors and into the cool night air. She had been a lot of places and seen a lot of things but New York had a place in her heart. The city buzzed with life, it was never quiet, there was an energy that crackled through the air that could hardly be rivaled. Maybe only Tokyo and Los Angeles gave her the same static feeling.

The breeze caught her hair blowing it around her face, bringing the smells of the city into her nose. Life, the city always smelled like life, maybe that was the appeal of it. It had taken her a while to get used to to underlying smells of the city but now even the urine and smog were part of the cities pallet. She was taking another large breath full when she caught a scent she had not smelled in a long time, a smell of her past, of what she was. She spun around quickly knowing who it was before she was even all the way around.

"Rachel Berry" his voice was soft and comforting.

It was a voice she knew well and it licked at the depths of her memory, a voice she had heard daily for so many years and yet it sounded so foreign now. She thought maybe she even detected a light accent, a change in his diction from the past. It could have been an acquired change or he could have been doing it on purpose. He always had the ability to easily change the accent of his voice. The crowd around them swelled towards her asking for autographs and photos. They didn't know who this mysterious new comer was but they knew she was something special, they wanted a piece of her. She knew some it, maybe even most of it, was a natural side effect of what she was but she was still flattered. The admiration never got old and she would have loved to stand here all night with her fans but his whiskey colored stare was boring into her.

She grabbed Finn's arm and pulled him down the street apologizing to the throng of fans as she made a hasty exit. He didn't try to pull away, though he could have easily, he just walked next to her. Her fingers bore deeply into his forearm but caused him no pain. No words were exchanged until they ducked out of the bustle of the city into a dark alley. Most people would be afraid of dark alley's at night but Rachel didn't fear much. A bum looked up at them hungrily and she sneered at him.

"Leave, Now" she hissed at him.

"You can't tell me to leave, this is my alley bitch" he stood and walked towards her "you leave."

Rachel scoffed.

"And give me that purse" he tilted his head in the direction of her bag.

"Bitch" Rachel repeat an air of distaste in her tone.

Finn stood against the wall watching the scene before him.

"He called me a bitch Finn"

"I heard him.." Finn didn't move.

"Unfortunate" Rachel said more to herself than him.

He knew how this was going to turn out and he was finding it all to be slightly over dramatic. Finn would have just kicked the dudes ass but his was not his fight, he was going to let Rachel deal with this on her own, she could handle herself. She grabbed the man by the shoulders, sniffing deeply. The quickness of her movement started him and he gasped. He heavy smell of alcohol invaded her nose and she shuddered in disgust. She looked deep into his eyes and spoke lowly and steadily.

"Get out of this ally and don't come back"

Her big brown eyes caught his, her pupils dilating in the low light of the moon.

"Okay" the man said staring back at her, her knuckles white as they gripped his jacket. "I won't come back"

Finn rolled his eyes, he would have taken a much cooler method of dealing with this. Something that involved some tossing or something like that. He ran his finger's through his hair as the man walked steadily out into the street, it was all very anti-climatic. Finn tapped his foot in anticipation of her speaking as she smoothed her clothing and turned towards him. Did she always have to be so damn dramatic?

"It's been a while" she said softly looking up into his eyes.

"76 years but whose counting" he propped his foot up against the brick wall behind him.

"Are you sure it's been that long" Rachel asked, where the hell had the years gone?

" Yeah" he said simply looking at her.

"When was the last time?" she was racking her brain. It wasn't that she didn't remember but more that she had felt he had always been with her over the years.

"Atlanta. August of 1934" Finn said recalling the time easily to mind.

"Atlanta" she smiled at the memory.

He lifted and eyebrow not moving from his spot on the wall.

"Yeah, those were the good days" she laughed it rolled off her tongue easily.

"Yes they were, how much our world has changed"

"And yet we never do. How ironic"

She found herself lost in a long past memory for a second before his voice broke the silence between them. It was an easy silence, she was comfortable with him, she always had been.

"You look good Rach, not a day over 20" he smiled at his own joke.

"Who would have guessed I'll be 207 in December right" she smiled up at him.

"You still celebrate it every year don't you" his voice had a hint of teasing in it.

"Of course, I'm still here aren't I"

"Eh, in a sense. Does it really count to celebrate your birthday after you die?" He looked at her intently.

It was good to see him again after all this time. They had multiple lifetimes of memories harbored in their never changing frames and yet it was easy for them. Time would never be an issue for them. She didn't need to respond to his question, they had this argument before they both never wavered in their opinion on the matter.

"You hungry" his eyes shown down at her, his fangs poking out from his upturned lips.

"Famished" she responded.