A/N:

- I do not own Glee or Geist: The Sin Eaters. These things are owned by Fox & White Wolf respectively.

- In this, Quinn was born male. However, her parents chose to "correct" that, due to their grief and the availability of giant piles of money. I am a transman. Please, instead of trying to educate me, assume that I am already aware; this is from Quinn's perspective, and thus contains his thoughts, not mine.

- Spoilers for all Glee episodes ever. I am starting with the accident, (season 3) but I have no idea how much I might steal from canon in the future.

"Death is a door. You are the one with the key."

They say that right before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

Quinn Fabray not only believed this, but she believed in many more things. She believed in God, and Angels, and the Devil himself. She believed that when she died, she would be greeted by her Guardian Angel, and taken to her rightful place in Heaven. Even at her worst, she had never doubted her afterlife destination; A Fabray always had a plan.

She didn't expect Heaven to be so dark. The semi-truck had sliced through her pathetic excuse for a car with ease. Later, she would find that the driver was not only sober but had no record of accidents. He was also dead, which was entirely her fault; she didn't even want to know who he left behind, what life she had destroyed with her reckless behavior.

Maybe she ended up in hell after all. Standing in the dark was more difficult than normal, though she wasn't sure how she got this far from the accident. She was clearly in some sort of field, and though Lima was a big place, she was positive that had been daytime only a second ago. Somehow, between the accident and now, the moon had risen.

Or, she was dead. That certainly seemed like the most likely outcome.

She remembered her hands gripping the wheel, as if somehow she could avoid her fate by holding on tightly. There wasn't much hope in avoiding fate, but goddammit, she was a Fabray. She had a fucking plan, and dying at 18 was not anywhere in the plan. Above her head, she heard a bird call; and then another, and another...

Quinn moved quickly, trying to understand her surroundings better. Once her eyes adjusted, she realized that the field seemed to go on forever. The grass was tall, and as she walked through it, fear filled her veins like ice.

She couldn't see anything, not even her own feet as she began to run through the field, assuming that she had to hit road eventually. Could she have been thrown this far? The thought only had a second to form before she was faced with a clearing. Her feet stopped suddenly, causing her to lose her footing and fall on her knees.

When she looked up, she wished that she hadn't.

A man stood in front of her, naked and alone. His body was chiseled, but he was at least in his thirties. He had a long brown beard, and bright blue eyes. Quinn opened her mouth to talk, but he moved close to her, shushing her, with unnatural speed. Up close, she realized that he was covered in what smelled like tar; she was surprised that she hadn't smelled him a mile away. With his finger to her lips, however, the smell was everywhere.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Above them, the birds started to descend, landing all around the strange man; two even perched on his shoulder. His lips moved again, and the birds spoke for him.

"You can have another chance," they squawked all at once. "To live, to love. Just say yes."

Quinn was terrified; she tried to move away from the man, and was surprised again when he didn't follow. Surely he was a crazy homeless man or something, out here in the middle of nowhere, stalking injured girls who almost died. Nearly died. Could have died.

Right?

"What do you mean, another chance? I'm not dead; I mean, clearly, I'm here. I'm alive."

The ravens went insane, their beaks to the sky, the sky filled with their many voices. The man just smiled, almost sympathetic. His lips moved again, and the raven on his right spoke for him.

"You are as dead as I am, little one. Remember?"

She doesn't want to remember, but she does. Glass sliding through her face; metal ripping through her abdomen. Her face was wet, and when she went to touch it, she didn't have to see to know that her fingers were now covered in blood. Looking down at her shirt, blood started to pour from the wound in her stomach.

Quinn Fabray was fucking dead.

"Where am I?" It didn't take long for her sorrow to turn to anger. Whatever was going on, wherever the hell she was, she needed answers and she needed them now. The man smiled again, tilting his head to the right like a confused puppy. "You're in my realm, of course. I saved you. I wanted to give you a chance."

The cheerleader literally could not comprehend what was going on around her, but she knew one thing.

She wasn't ready to be dead yet; there was too much to fucking do. She had gotten into Yale. She had finally gotten over all the drama associated with her stupid decisions. She had learned to cope with Puck's rejection, due to her extenuating circumstances. They had even learned how to be friends once he stopped being such a douchebag. She had even come to terms with the fact that she had a hugely idiotic crush on Rachel fucking Berry; she had decided to attend Rachel's dumb wedding to her even dumber ex-boyfriend, Finn.

No, she had too much to say and do to be dead.

"I accept," the words barely escaped her mouth, but the man heard her clearly. He smiled big, his broken teeth showing, as he offered her something in the palm of his hand. She reached out, on autopilot, taking the object. It was a ring with some sort of symbol on it. Quinn put the ring on, not even thinking about it.

In an instant, she was awake.

To her left, she could hear the paramedics announcing her death. Her voice croaked as she nearly screamed, "I'm not dead! I'm not dead! I'm alive... I'm alive..." The paramedics were totally confused, but incredibly relieved to be sliding her into the back of the ambulance.

Later, she would curse herself for not asking more questions.