A/N: First Glee fic. Yay! My second PULL update, too. What is PULL, you ask? Only the most awesome FanFiction project ever invented! PULL stands for Push Ur Limits and Learn. The goal is that you have to post something every otehr Friday. I started kinda late, but that's OK! It's a great project, organized by Bookaholic711. To find out more, go to her profile. Hopefully, it will help me achive my goal to post something under ALL catagories I read. Of course, since I just started reading Glee fics a couple weeks ago, it was just another fandom I had to add to my list. :P Now I'll stop boring you with my odd FanFiction ways, and let you go on with the story!

Disclaimer: There is no way in heck I own this show

My Dads don't believe in soulmates.

I mean, they love each other very much, but they say the idea of turning around and meeting your perfect match in a coffee shop is unrealistic and silly.

I never believed them.

I was ten when they told me. We were eating dinner and watching a really, really old movie. Daddy said it's one of the first movies ever to have sound. In this one scene where the girl turns a round and meets eyes with this handsome guy, both my Dads groaned. I broke my trance from the movie, asking them what was wrong.

"Nothing, Princess," Said Papa

"We just don't believe in that kind of stuff." Daddy explained.

I didn't make a big scene or start sobbing. I am an actress, after all, and the best at that. I simply nodded, said OK, and quietly excused myself from dinner.

Once in my room, I ran over to my CD Player and put in my the soundtrack of my favorite musical at the time: Wicked. Then, with Glinda and Alphaba singing about defying gravity in the background, I set to work.

I made a list.

I made a list of every single trait I wanted in my soulmate and tacked it up next to my bed. Every day for many years it would be the first thing I looked at in the morning, and the last thing before I went to bed. And I would promise myself, every day when I woke up and every night before I fell asleep; that I would find my soulmate and he would be perfect.

Throughout the years, many things were added, changed, and removed from The List. By my first year of high school, it looked like this:

RACHEL BERRY'S SOULMATE REQUIREMENTS

*He must be tall

*He must be sweet and caring

*He must have a voice

*He must have a voice that sounds AMAZING with mine

*He must tell me I'm beautiful every single day

*He must be able to play an instrument

*He must be able to sing all the songs from my favorite musical with me

*He must be romantic

*I must be able to feel a spark

*He must tell me he loves me before I even realize I feel the same for him

As soon as I started high school, I did a major clean-up of my room. I threw away many things, and put away many things. Somewhere in the process, I lost my list. I figure it was when I moved my bulletin board from next to my bed to over my desk. I realized it was missing that night before going to bed, but told myself not to stress about it because it was never good to be stressed out before a major performance, and the first day of high school counted as one.

I still remembered most of the qualifications, and managed to re-write it and tack it, once again, up on my bulletin board. I was hoping that by the end of the year I would find my soulmate.

Freshman year passed without any signs of a soulmate whatsoever.

As soon as the last bell on the last day of school rung, I inwardly moaned. Where was my soulmate? He was supposed to be here by now! This was causing me to wait too long, and Rachel Berry never waits. And she most definitely never waits too long! So I made a promise to myself. Next year, by the end of winter break, I will have found someone with at least half the requirements. And by the end of the school year, I would be dating him.

I was going to prove my Dads wrong.

My Mom is a great believer in soulmate junk.

She's a total sap when it comes to romance novels and sad lovey-dovey movies. Sometimes I can't bear to be in the same room when she's watching one or if she's reading one. She starts sobbing uncontrollably, insisting, "It's j-just s-so r-r-romantic!".

I never really believed her.

I mean, sure you can fall in love, but turning around in a coffee shop and meeting the eye's of your soulmate? It's just plain unrealistic.

A much more appropriate setting would be high school.

I mean, you practically spend every waking minute in that place for four years anyway (some of my teachers threaten it will be longer), so you might as well bump into your soulmate there, in a crown of hundreds of people.

Plus, who goes to coffee shops anymore?

Anyway, all this soulmate junk didn't even start up until yesterday. We were in Glee rehearsal, when Mr. Schu decides to make us all find songs and change their meanings.

Which got him a roomful of blank stares.

"That means," He began, pacing around the room in thought. "That you can take a song, lets say about loosing someone like a boyfriend or girlfriend, and you change what it means. So if it's about breaking up with someone, you could change it to having someone close to you dying, as long as the lyrics will let you do that. It's all about tone and context. If you can, try to make it about something personal..."

As he trailed off, talking about examples, I started to inwardly panic. How the hell was I supposed to do this? Maybe Rachel could help me...

After rehearsal, I approached Rachel and asked her to help me with the project.

"Of course," She stated, standing up straight and smoothing out her plaid skirt. "How does tomorrow afternoon sound, after school?"

I told her yes, and that's how I ended up in Rachel Berry's room, flipping through several stacks of old sheet music she had stacked in the corner of her bedroom. And that's how I ended up, while she's downstairs, getting something for us to eat, with a pice of paper that wasn't sheet music in my hands.

It was titled, "RACHEL BERRY'S SOULMATE REQUIREMENTS".

And that's how I decided to become Rachel Berry's soulmate.

I don't think this actually didn't come out very well... It's OK, but it's not the best thing I've ever written...

Who saw the last Glee?

Um.

I was like, WTF when Mr. Schu started dancing like a... person who can't dance... I mean, what was he doing? We all know he can dance. And then those dream-like visions from the dentist... just... wierd...

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