A/N: Okay so I saw this post on tumblr and fell in love with the idea of doing a SeasonOne!Rachel and TimeTravel!Quinn fanfiction, I'll be uploading as much as I can and I've just finished my exams so it should be quite often :) Next chapter will be up soon, it's longer!

Disclaimer: I own nothing unfotunatly or Finn and Teen Jesus would be living in a corner and Faberry would be law.

Huge thank you to superflyse who beta'd this!

Prologue: How it all ended

Quinn looked over to her phone, which was buzzing forcibly against the seat by her side. She knew exactly who it was from and why she was was wanted, because she was running late for the wedding of one Rachel Berry and to one Mr Finn Hudson and she was now being pestered by the diva to hurry. She bit her lip and took her eyes off the road, glancing at her phone. She couldn't miss it, she just couldn't, she had to stop this wedding before it was too late. Another text flashed on the screen, as her phone buzzed again shortly after the one before.

She sighed and and gave up, grabbing the mobile and typing the reply:On my way.

The blonde never got to send it. Just as her thumb lingered over the send button, she felt the sudden impact of the truck as it collided into her driver's side door, the door bent inwards from the momentum of the truck. There was a torturous pain that shot through her entire body, she felt her ribs snap one by one and she shook with anguish. Her back twisted and there was a crunch from her spine, it had cracked in several places. She didn't even have the time to scream. The whole experience had only lasted a second before everything went black.

She never stood a chance.

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When Quinn opened her eyes she found that she was lay on the ground, she looked up at the sky feeling as if the world was spinning beneath her. She blinked, trying to clear her blury vision. She sat up slowly, taking in deep breaths to calm herself and her radically beating heart. On the other side of the road she could see a truck and she suddenly remembered where she was. That was the truck that had hit her. The driver sat back in his seat, blood was trickling down his face from a cut on his forehead, she wanted to help him but first she had to understand what exactly had just happened. One minute she was getting crushed and in agonizing pain, the next she was out of the car and felt fine. She looking down quickly and started to examine her body for signs of injury or blood but found she was perfectly fine and uninjured with not a scratch on her. There were no marks or scarring, no proof at all that she'd just been involved in a crash.

'Maybe it was all a dream', she thought, but it was more hope than anything, she knew that something was wrong but she just couldn't figure out what it was. The dream of being fine quickly faded away when she noticed the bright orange flames in the corner of her eye. She witnessed the explosion like it were a mile away, she didn't flinch, there was no need to as she had no sense of fear. The thick grey smoke engulfed her, yet she could breathe clearly like it was a regular day and there was nothing but fresh air in her lungs.

She walked forward a few steps and tried to see past the thick cloud. She found her car, it had been t-boned from the pressure of the truck as it drove into her and crushed the vehicle. The metal was indented and mangled beyond repair, there was no way that she could have survived without a scratch on her body, no chance at all.

The cheerleader Quinn took in another long breath to try and stop herself from having a panic attack. She fought back the tears that had formed as everything clicked into place, slowly she started to understand. 'I couldn't have survived that, so maybe I didn't'. She hoped that she was wrong but every thought she had lead to the same conclusion. She couldn't feel what should have been a blazing heat from the flames that had engulfed the entirety of her car, yet she heard the sounds of explosion and had seen the fountain of sparks that had erupted from the engine.

As her hands were trembling and her knees weak, she stumbled backwards as her breathing quickened, she couldn't control the overwhelming feeling of utter loss. Everything she'd been though, everything she had was gone, or soon enough would be. The teenager's knees buckled and she fell to the floor. As much as she wanted to turn away and run, she couldn't draw her eyes away from the mess in front of her. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself, clinging onto anything that she could.

She watched silently, what more could she do other than wait, so that's what she did. It wasn't long before the emergency services arrived and the flames that surrounded her car were being dowsed in water. The paramedics worked hard to find any remains that they could from the burnt mess. The worst part of it all was when she saw her mother's car speeding down the road, she tried to swallow the lump in her throat knowing that it wouldn't be good, she knew that this was going to hurt. Coming to a skidding halt, the older Fabray flew out of her seat and threw herself forwards.

"Quinn! Please, let me get Quinn!" Judy screamed out as tears streamed down her face; Two police officers caught her and tried to hold her back as best they could. "Quinnie!" she cried as she tried to break free of their grip.

All Quinn wanted to do was propel herself forwards and hold her mom, tell her that she'd be okay and that she was going to a better place. She could remember when her grandmother had died and how badly the woman had taken it, her alcohol addiction had started then and Quinn knew that this could trigger her to drink again, but this time she wouldn't be there to put a stop to it, there wouldn't be anyone there to help her get better.

Quinn bent her head down to cover her eyes; she didn't want to watch the rest. She wanted it all to be over and done with. All that time spent in church never prepared her for this, seeing her own mom begging for her to be okay.

It was only then that she remembered what she really wanted, or more like who she really wanted. She wanted Rachel. She wanted to take the tiny girl brunette into her arms and tell her goodbye. She wanted to tell her how much she really meant to her, tell her that she loved her and how she was so sorry she never got the chance to be honest with her.

This wasn't the way that the day was supposed to go. She was supposed to stop the wedding and tell the singer how she really felt. She was supposed to do something, anything to make sure that the diva didn't make the biggest mistake of her life. It hurt that she was never going to hear that perfect voice ever again and to her, that was worse than death.

So Quinn closed her eyes tightly and did the only thing that she could think of, she prayed. She prayed for one more go, one more chance to make get it all right. She promised to make it better, to be better.

She thought all her attempts of redemption were pointless because as much as she wanted it, she never believed she was worth it.

She was wrong.

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When Quinn opened her eyes she expected to see either heaven, hell or maybe something else entirely but not to find herself standing on the stage in the William McKinley High School auditorium. She sniffed out of reflex and felt tears falling down her cheeks; her breath was short and shallow. The blonde didn't understand what was happening until she saw Rachel standing a short distance away. She had no idea how it was possible, but as she took in the girls appearance she knew exactly where, or more importantly when she was. It took a moment for Quinn to finally heard her and she basked in the sound of that heavenly voice as Rachel sang her heart out.

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