A/N: Trying out a new story, I will still continue to write Dance With Me as well.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match
~Matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof
Things had never been like this before. At least not until Sue Sylvester had become President Sue Sylvester. Let's just say that Sue believed that marriage was not a toy. Of course it had something to do with the high divorce rate that existed in the United States. It also had something to do with the fact that Sue's own parents were divorced, and most of all that Sue herself was not married.
When Sue had become an option for the final voting, nobody in Lima thought that she had an even remote chance of winning. She had proven the small town wrong, winning with 75% of the vote. Apparently America was more unhappy with their lives then Lima thought.
The first order of business Sue had changed when she had her power was exactly what she had promised. Sue had somehow found a way to create a whole new way of living for everyone. There were now matchmakers set up all over the country. In every city, depending on its size, there were matchmakers readily available to match boys and girls up for marriage.
The system was not as simple as it sounded though. When a boy or girl turned sixteen, the day after their birthday, they were sent to their local matchmaker office. There they would fill out papers that outlined their life and who they were specifically. The matchmakers would take it from there, searching files of every opposite gender in the local area. If need be, they could broaden their search range. A matchmaker received three chances to match a girl/boy to find their perfect match. If they failed after three tries, they would be fired. If they were successful, then they would be able to keep their job and receive a gradual raise over a period of time.
Once a matchmaker thought that they found the right person, the two people would be sent on frequent dates for a month, and after a month, if both people enjoyed each other enough, they would become lawfully wedded between that point and when they graduated high school. If one or both of them did not think that they could spend forever with each other, then the matchmaker would find a new match.
Personally, Rachel thought that the whole matchmaking system was stupid. She didn't understand why people who were complete strangers had the right to plan and decide her romantic future for her. What if she had to settle for a match, when really there was someone out there who was really the one, but she had never gotten the chance to meet him because of the matchmaking scheme? Rachel was infuriated. Her birthday was only in two weeks, and she couldn't stop thinking about how soon she would be going on dates with strange men who might be the complete opposite of what she wanted.
In a way, she was jealous of her dads. Her dads had gotten married before President Sue Sylvester had become President Sue Sylvester, and therefore were allowed to stay together even after the law was enforced. They had found each other. Being gay must have been hard enough without having to go through the whole matchmaking process. She knew that those who were gay had to specifically tell their matchmakers so that they could focus on the right gender for their clients.
The more money the better. If you had more money, that resulted in receiving a better matchmaker. Rachel sighed. Her fathers had money, but it wasn't that. It was the fact that everything in this country had been so messed up since Sue had become president.
Rachel stood in front of her locker with a heavy heart. Most of all she was worried about what she looked like. She knew she wasn't as aesthetically pleasing as most girls. Most girls received surgery to make themselves look more beautiful, that way they would receive less rejections from their matches when they turned sixteen.
Rachel watched as the school hottie strutted down the hallway, flipping her blonde locks with a dramatic swish. Quinn Fabray. Rachel didn't understand why Quinn had gotten surgery. Her body and face had been flawless. Now Quinn looked so fake, so unnatural. Her nose was shaped unnaturally, her boobs shook sickeningly like Jello, and her face was so tightly stretched, it looked painful. Yet, most boys hoped that they had a chance to be matched with Quinn, Captain of the Cheerios.
Almost every girl received a large amount of surgeries, at least those who could afford them. Rachel's dads could afford them, but Rachel had denied the chance without hesitation. Sure she had a large nose and her breasts weren't that large, but that didn't mean she would allow Sue's law to affect how she lived her life in every aspect.
Rachel put a small smile on her face as she saw her best friend walk down the hallway, oh yeah, was it mentioned that Sue's law also forced boys to attend a separate school from the girls, no? Well, now you know. Santana waved enthusiastically at her best friend Rachel, her other best friend Brittany standing by her side. Santana and Brittany had been so beautiful before their surgeries, but she still loved them just as much. Their parents had forced them into it, although they had been satisfied with the way that they had looked before.
"What's up, Dwarf? Why do you look like someone just deflated all the life out of you?" Santana asked with sincere sympathy and curiosity. Rachel had known Santana as long as she could remember. She had come to know and love the nickname of Dwarf, because Santana admired Rachel's natural petite size, and she meant Dwarf to be a compliment.
"I was just thinking about the future, San. Don't you ever wonder how things will change?"
Brittany looked thoughtful for a moment, "I wonder how Lord Tubbington learned to poop chocolate bars."
"That was very insightful, Brittany." Rachel politely complimented Brittany.
Santana discreetly nodded with a glint of something else in her eyes, "Personally, Berry, I think that you are just thinking about all the matchmaker shit you're gonna have to deal with in two weeks." Santana said with a wink.
Rachel normally would chide Santana for cursing, but Rachel had accustomed herself to it recently. Probably because she wished she could curse as freely as Santana.
"You will be reporting all of your matchmaking details to me, Dwarf." Santana said with a smirk, "You can't hold anything back from me. My psychic Mexican third eye will definitely notice if you do."
Rachel's spirits were lifted as she giggled softly, "Of course, San. Brittany you won't be spared from the details either."
Brittany stared at her in utter confusion, "What details?"
Rachel and Santana laughed as Brittany still looked confused. They shared a brief group hug and headed off to their classes.
Finn stared up blankly at the chalkboard. His birthday was approaching in about two weeks, which meant only one thing. Matchmaking. He shuddered at the thought. The thought of people planning out the rest of his romantic future chilled him to the bone. He knew girls thought he was a stud, because he was quarterback of the football team, but that didn't mean he thought highly of every girl.
Now every girl seemed so fake and artificial. He wanted someone who loved him for everything that he was. He knew guys who were getting injected with steroids and finding ways to make themselves larger in size "down there". Finn didn't want that though.
His mom had gotten offered a remarriage, due to the death of her husband, Finn's dad. Now he had a stepfather named Burt Hummel, and a stepbrother named Kurt Hummel. Finn thought he had it hard, but he knew that Kurt had it worse, being openly gay in Lima was something that scared people. Mostly because nobody had ever been exposed to it before.
Finn worried about Kurt's future and his own, but he knew that his mom worried about his future education. The truth was, he didn't really know what he wanted to do after high school. Music was cool and all, but could he make a career out of that? He knew he wouldn't be able to snag a scholarship for football, which may or may not have disappointed him.
Now he had to add matchmaking to the pile of problems. Was it too much to ask to be able to swoon girls on his own, ask them out on dates, or get to know them on his own? School was enough and now he had to add dating to the list.
He vowed to himself to think about his true happiness and not to settle for a fake piece of plastic. Finn Hudson knew he was worth more than that, and that there was somebody out there who could use some reminding about how much they really were worth.
A/N: In this story Finn and Rachel's birthday are like two or three days apart, only because it adds to how the story plots out. This story is sort of what I would call a semi-dystopia. I actually wrote a story with this same plot on my laptop, but then it broke and I couldn't get the story back. I wanted to try something completely out of the blue and original and this is what I came up with. Follow, favorite, review, or maybe all three? I less than 3 my fans.