AU: Quinn is a Nymph that has until her 18th birthday to find a mate for life. Unfortunately, she's getting herself into a bunch of other messes...with Rachel.

A/N: So I wrote this about...3 years ago. SO IT'S A THROWBACK like around Season 2? I finished it right before I came to college and I never got a chance to post it anywhere. I was always really good not finishing things, but I finished this somehow. Anyways, it's going through some edits but hopefully, I can post it regularly. Don't worry if you're still interested in The Game is Afoot, I am still writing that as well!

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine but this concept is

365 Days...

365 Days left...

Quinn soared in the air with her arms up high. She could feel gravity loosen its grasp on her as she floated into the air. The air brushed against her face as she heard the cheering below her. It had been awhile, but it was still exhilirating to be launched into the air without a doubt in her heart.

She heard her father's voice call out to her as she twirled her body around and let gravity take control of her body.

"Quinnie, why don't we sit down and talk about something?" Russell Fabray said as he sat down with a tumbler. Judy Fabray followed suit and sat down loyally next to her husband.

Little Quinn Fabray looked up her father before climbing onto the couch to sit down timidly. It had been awhile since her father asked her for a serious talk. The last time they had a serious talk was when she was 5 and pushing over Rachel in the sandbox. Now she was turning 8 and growing up abnormally fast.

Everything was going great for little Quinn. She didn't think she was in any trouble.

She was popular in school. Everyone flocked to her naturally, followed her every single move, listened to every single word. Everyone wanted a chance to be with Quinn. At some point, she found it strange, but at the same time it was comforting. She welcomed almost everyone around her.

"How are you feeling?" Judy asked comfortingly as she poured some water for her little daughter.

Quinn wasn't sure of how to answer. She only crossed her fingers on her lap and shrugged. "I am okay."

"Quinn, do you know why I want to talk to you today?" Russell asked, trying to keep the mood light. The blonde shook her head. "That little Hudson boy told me he saw you flying today."

Quinn shut her eyes as she blindly landed herself back into a cushion of several arms. She opened her eyes and found herself launched up again.

This time she slipped out of her teammates grasps. She could feel the trepidation rise as she let herself hover in the air. A few extra seconds timed perfectly for Sue Sylvester.

Quinn let herself down back into the firm grips of her teammates' hands beneath her feet.

Perfection.

"Oh." Quinn looked down at her fingers.

"You know not to use your powers around other kids," Judy added worriedly as she pushed the glass of water towards Quinn.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. She could really use that glass of water right now. She only glanced at it and let the wind carry it to her.

"Quinn," her father's voice came sternly. "Don't rely on your powers all the time."

The blonde sipped the water slowly and nodded. She understood, she was just too afraid to move on her own. She was scared of her father. He was always so stern and rule abiding.

In her defense, it couldnt be helped. Her powers came to her naturally. It was as if she was being told not to breathe. She needed to breathe. Everything around her came to life as long as she was there.

Quinn somersaulted through the air. Her body curled up into the prime position as it descended to the ground. The soft whistling air guided her body back down as she planted her feet. A brush of air casted itself from Quinn and blew everything away. It was a subtle push of air, the grass bent away from her, exhaling a fresh scent, while everyone received a subtle cool breeze.

There was a shine from the sunlight that graced Quinn as she stood with her arms outstretched for balance. She let out a confident smile before bringing her arms down.

Sue stood in shock but masked it with a stern expression. She picked up her megaphone. "Sloppy babies! Just because springtime is here, it does not mean that you can slack off! The sunshines and rainbows mean nothing if you can't even win Nationals! Get your act together right now! Hit the showers!"

Everyone grimaced and groaned as they walked back inside the building. Quinn frowned and looked at her cellphone. 4:29pm.

By the time she got home, which was now Mercedes' house permanently, it would be 5:15. That would mean a solid hour and 45 minutes for her to get ready for tonight.

She put a smile on her face as she walked into the building for a quick shower. Quinn had to smile, after all, it was her birthday.

"Happy Birthday, Quinn!"

Everyone yelled as they held up their cups for cheers. Later that day, they had dinner and concluded that they needed to get wasted. Now they were at the Joneses who were on trip clinking their glasses and buzzing happily.

Quinn sat at the table with all of the Glee clubbers reminding herself to smile as she spent her time with them. She had a hard time focusing because she was 17 now. Everything that she had worked for in the last 17 years were going to be wasted, she dreaded.

Her heart pounded inside of her. I only have 365 days. That's all I have to find my soulmate.

"Quinn, you have to find a mate when you become a woman, at the age of 18," her mother explained one night as she tucked the little girl into bed. "Remember, you are a Fabray. Not only that but we are nymphs, born with beauty that surpasses any human. We are women of purity and love. We bring inspiration and life to everything around us in nature. However, in order to survive, we must find a mate. A person that will be able to give us life and continue our line."

"But mommy, what happens if I don't find a mate?" the eight year old girl asked as she snuggled against her stuffed lamb. "Or my mate isnt my soulmate? I dont want just anyone..."

Judy disregarded the idea of a soulmate and focused on the main point.

"Quinnie, we live for the growth of life, we can't do that without a mate," her mother gently explained further. "When we become a women, we start a life that cultivates all things around us and expands into the world. If we don't find a mate, we will die."

"So I only have 10 years to find a mate now? And if I don't I'll die?"

Judy Fabray looked regretfully at her daughter. Somehow, she wished she had never explained that to her daughter. She had always felt guilty about bringing her daughters into this world, where they were forced to become brides for someone. Even if it was to someone that they didn't love.

She knew that Quinn was a dreamer that wanted to be only with the person she loved. Judy was unfortunate to marry Russell out of an arrangement to stay alive. She grew to love Russell, but that didnt stop her from feeling like she had betrayed her heart.

"If I don't find my soulmate, then I'd rather die," the young girl stated with finality before she shut her eyes to slumber. Her brows were furrowed angrily.

"Hey, girl, you okay?"

Quinn broke away from her memory and looked up to see Mercedes and Rachel looking at her with concern. She took a glance at the clock: 12:00am.

364 days left.

"Of course, I am," the blonde faked a smile. As she sipped her beer. That is disgusting. She looked down the table and saw Finn and Puck talking to each other. She was glad they could talk to each other. Ever since she gave birth to Beth, she couldnt help but feel as if they'd never be friends again. There was a slight tug in her heart. That chance was gone.

Finn seemed like the perfect mate. He had been a match with all that her family pushed her to be: perfect. He was the star quarterback for the football team, played basketball, great looking, and knew how to love. Quinn thought he would have been her perfect mate.

However, she hated the fact that her hormones had brought her down the wrong roads. All because her father had to be human, she was cursed and blessed with human traits of impulsive reactions. Her body needed physical love and at the time, her mind needed it too.

Stupid fat day, she thought back in retrospect. She had doubted Finn's ability to become her perfect mate. She had thought he was perfect but he was unintelligible. He was as dumb as the idea of Juppiter being able to keep it in his toga.

Puck on the other hand was for her. He was going to be her rock. He was reliable, for the most part. He told her nice things and made her feel something. She was wrong though. As much as he seemed like an ideal mate, he wasnt. He was a 'sex shark.' How reliable was he if he was as bad as Juppiter?

The only thing was that Quinn was completely on her own now because of him. She cursed her human half for letting itself fall into temptation. She had slept with Puck and bore a child. Her parents no longer saw her as a nubile nymph. Her representation of purity and beauty was lost to her parents because of Puck.

Quinn internally sighed. She had only wished her mother had left her father. That idiotic human is not her soulmate. She wanted her mother to be able to talk to her. At least with her mother's guidance, she would know what to do. She would have someone to talk to about her...condition. She was going to die in a year and no one understood that. Russell Fabray was ashamed of his daughter and disowned her without a second glance.

Now, she had to find a mate without anyone's help. And she had to do it fast, she needed to know for sure. She wanted The One.

"You look like someone, who has got too much on their mind to celebrate a birthday," Mike said as he pushed her a different drink. "Here, beer sucks anyways. You have to enjoy a drink with something you might like."

Quinn looked at Mike and smiled as she took the drink. "Thanks, Mike." She had consider Mike as a candidate but in her heart she knew that he was only a great friend to her.

Quinn needed to run. She had to get back into shape for the Cheerios. She didn't know why she had decided to get back into such an awful crowd but it had worked for her in finding a mate for awhile. She needed to be a part, no, a leader of something. She wanted the Cheerios back.

If she was going to die, she was going to do it being on top of the food chain.

So, she started running. Her path was always consistent, down the street from Mercedes', into a path of the woods, looping into downtown, back into the woods, and up the street to Mercedes'.

One day however, Quinn was too tired to move. When she reached the woods on the way back, she decided to take a break. It was well deserved in the sweltering heat of mid-July. She decided to take a detour on a beat path in the woods, where she could have some peace and quiet.

There was a small clearing that she guided herself too. The trees and grass gladly welcoming her by flourishing brightly. She smiled. Screw father, he is wrong to think I am no longer pure. My powers are just fine. She sat down on a large rock and looked around. She saw a dying tree and frowned. She reached out and touch it gently.

The tree rustled its dried leaves and let it fall to the ground. It rustled some more before expanding underneath Quinn's hand. She wasn't surprised that the tree grew slightly and began sprouting new leaves. The green shined throughout the clearing and every thing came to life.

Quinn buzzed happily to herself as she watched the clearing teem with green.

"Quinn?!" Mike's voice filled the air suddenly.

Quinn gasped as she fell back onto the rock underneath her without a warning. She forgot that she had levitated every time she was relaxed. She slid off the rock and onto the ground with a rustle of the branches breaking underneath her.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked appearing over Quinn.

Quinn felt something soft and fluffy near her arms and looked to see a small Pomeranian puppy snuggling against her arm.

"Yes, I am, thanks," Quinn answered as she groaned. She sat herself back up on the rock.

"So..."

Quinn stopped rubbing her lower back and looked up at the Asian boy standing in front of her. She had just blown it. She wanted to slap herself in the forehead for letting her guard down so easily. However, Mike didn't run nor did he faint, which was always a good sign.

The drink tasted really great, the blue raspberry taste took over the heavy vodka taste that Quinn forgot she was drinking alcohol. "Get me another one," Quinn ordered as she jerked the empty glass to Mike.

"Shouldn't you slow down, Quinn?" Rachel asked carefully as she drank. Even while everyone else was buzzed and chatting away, Rachel Berry seemed sober. However, her face was flushed and her eyes were cloudy. It didnt matter, she still sounded like Rachel.

Quinn glowered at the girl. "Let a girl enjoy her day," she said as Mike handed her two drinks instead of one. She smiled and took it. "Thank you all for coming!" She said courteously before grabbing her two drinks and standing up. "I need some air with these, but I will be back!" She felt the ground move underneath her slightly but kept herself balanced.

Everyone, slightly drunk, just cheered. Quinn let herself out of the backdoor. Once she reached the swing under the willow tree in Mercedes' backyard, she let out a loud sigh.

She downed the first drink and let it hit her as she leaned back into the seat. She looked up and parted the branches of the tree to look up to the sky. She nursed her second drink in her hand as her mind got lighter.

364 days...I need to find a mate in 364 days. She sighed. She was going to be too busy before she even realized it. At least if I die, itll be in nice weather, she thought to herself bleakly as she sipped her drink. She stared up into the full moon. Who would be the best? Who do I want to be with? Everyone in Glee was even thrown in the lot because she was that desperate.

Kurt...no.

Mercedes...god she's like my sister now.

Puck...definitely not.

Finn...lets not jump on that boat again. It sank faster than the Titanic.

Santana...and Brittany? God, no. They are already soulmates. Stupid vampires.

Tina already has Artie.

Matt...he's strange deep down. I am sure of it.

Mike...he is my best friend.

Rach-

"It isn't safe for you to drink outside by yourself," her voice filled the air. The soft voice was crisp in the air that Quinn released her control over the willow tree and lost the view of the sky.

Rachel stood before her with a timid smile. Without another word, she sat down next to the blonde. A few moments of silence passed by, it was as if Rachel was getting tired. Quinn didn't question it, she just felt it. Then again, Rachel began singing.

Quinn leaned back into the seat as they began to rock. Rachel's languid voice wisped into the wind as lifted up her legs to let the seat swing back and forth. The blonde had never felt more at ease than she had sitting next to Rachel. The singer's voice just drifted into her ear like the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the sand. Every worry or sorrow washed itself away.

Her eyes felt heavy as she continued to listen to Rachel's voice. This had always happened, but Quinn found herself fighting it. The alcohol was to blame. It is inebriating me. Rachel's voice still found its way into her mind as she sank further into relaxation.

"Quinn?"

"Hmm?" Quinn felt a warm air brush her cheek as she tried to relax herself further. Not another word came from Rachel, but she opened her eyes, feeling as though something was off. She was right.

Somehow, her head had found its way onto Rachel's shoulder and her hands intimately thrown across the girl's stomach. The comforting feel caused Quinn to freeze up and stare face to face with the other girl.

Rachel looked timidly into Quinn's eyes. She didn't want to scare the blonde away. But their faces were too close to each other. Rachel kept staring into those longing hazel eyes. She was sure that if Quinn wasn't tipsy that in a sure instant that Quinn would recognize Rachel's longing chocolate eyes.

Then, Quinn shifted her head. She wanted to know what those lips tasted like, how soft they were. She tipped her head enough to stop their noses from bumping as she slowly moved forward. Her lips were slightly parted and Rachel could feel Quinn's breath getting more and more shallow.

The singer didn't know how to react as Quinn's lips pressed against hers. They gently kissed, taking their time to feel out each others lips. They wanted to know about each other. They wanted to know each others secrets.

Her lips are so soft, Quinn thought as she kissed the brunette. Her hand found its was through Rachel's hair. She stroked the soft locks and brought them closer to one another. She felt Rachel's hand cup her cheek and welcomed the touch.

Rachel pulled her lips away from Quinn's slowly. Her eyes remained shut as she lingered with the feeling of Rachel's lips on hers.

Quinn wanted to open her eyes and see Rachel. She felt something press against her lips.

"Quinn, just relax and get some rest, that's what you want to do." Rachel's voice filled Quinn's mind. Almost instantly, Quinn felt relaxed with Rachel's voice. Her body loosened and her mind freed itself of all the fears and questions. She let her mind slip into nothingness as Rachel's distinct voice lulled her to sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Quinn groaned and picked her head. This is my pillow isnt it? She dropped her head for a moment to catch a scent. This is mine. She picked up her head again and opened her eyes to the shining light that came from outside. She let out a groan as her head began to split in half.

Her alarm continued to beep.

"God, girl turn off that godforsaken thing."

Quinn jerked her whole body up in her bed to look around for that voice that wasn't hers. She cursed silently as she looked at the foot of her bed. She saw Mercedes lying on her floor curled up for more sleep. She looked to the sides and saw Brittany and Santana on one end and Mike on the other.

What happened last night? She asked herself in confusion as her mind seemed to blank. The last thing she remembered was looking up into the sky before...nothing... Quinn furrrowed her brows. Why can't I remember?

"Goddamnit, Quinn turn that off now!" Mercedes screeched, pulling her out of her trance.

Quinn instantly slapped her hand down to stop the incessant beeping from her alarm. Mercedes growled before laying back down on the floor comfortably. She going to be in pain when she wakes up, Quinn thought as she threw her covers aside. She looked down at her clothes and realized she was wearing the same thing from the night before.

How did I even get here? Quinn threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Her head rushed and she almost fell back into the bed if she didn't hold her hands out for balance.

She made her way downstairs and saw the empty Joneses' home. There was a strange tug in her heart as she remembered fuzzy details.

Rachel sat down next to her. Rachel saying something to her. Rachel kissing her.

Quinn brought her hands to her lips. Butterflies began fluttering inside of her at the thought before she immediately dismissed it. No chance that happened. Rachel didn't even address me at all last night. She continued to cast away the thoughts of the smaller singer.