Author's Note: Back with another story. This one came to me last night and I'm really excited about it. I know the prologue is a bit short, but I plan on around five or so chapters, which will certainly be longer. Also stay tuned for a couple one-shots I'm working on. Reviews are love!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Prologue

The problem with Heaven isn't the peace it brings you, how nice everyone is, or even God (who for the record, kind of looks like Gandalf). It's the feeling alone part. Like when your parents force you to go bed, but you can't sleep because you're afraid you'll miss something. Sure Heaven is fun, perfect even (it is the afterlife), but looking down, watching the world turn without you, it kind of sucks. He's here though, so he doesn't think he has a choice, whether he goes or stays. But he figures there has to be a way, because yeah God makes the call, but it's your life, right?

He looks at the rolled up paper in his hands. It's got that old treasure map feel to it that makes him excited for what he's about to do. The tasks themselves aren't easy, he knows that, and there's that possibility that he might not make it out, that he'll have to stay here. He's too young to be up here though, he shouldn't be up here. Cancer or some other disease didn't take him, he wasn't driving a car, and he didn't intentionally put himself in harm's way. There's no way he's going down without a fight.

Pushing through the door, he takes one last look at his own Heaven, saying a silent prayer that he won't have to see it again in death.

The door clanks shut, echoing down the halls. There's one more door waiting for him, leading him to the vastness of Heaven.

He walks down the grassy pathway, a breeze far more perfect than any he's felt on earth. The nerves set in as he approaches the hill, lined with stairs that seem to reach the sky.

The golden gates in sight, he begins his journey, counting the stairs as he goes.

Three-Hundred and Sixty-Five steps later he's there. The gates open with word, no one there to ask him why he's come.

The Kingdom of Heaven is made of the purest white stone, majestic and sturdy, made for the power it holds. Angels wearing the most delicate of robes greet him with hands presented in prayer.

He's about to meet God for the first time (he did briefly speak to him sometime after he arrived but it was nothing more than a, "Welcome to Heaven!").

Before he has time to process it, there he is, sitting upon a throne made of gold and jeweled with Emeralds. An angel has settled themselves on either side, there duty not to protect God, but to stand with him.

"Hello Finn, I hear you want to leave Heaven?"

"Yes, sir, I mean God."

God is smiling at him now, calming his nerves.

"And why, I presume, do you want to leave Heaven?"

He's had his answer planned, but when you're standing in front of God? Well, it changes.

"Simply put, I'm in love."

"While, I believe that love is the strongest force in this world, I do not understand. Why?"

"Me and Rachel, we never got to have our happy ending and doesn't everyone deserve one? And honestly I'm not ready to be here, I haven't lived enough to want to."

"You understand the risks involved? If you don't complete the task, you won't be able to leave. And this applies to all, not just Heaven."

"I understand, but what I could lose if I don't try is so much worse."

"You have made up your mind. Good. I see you also have the map and your instructions."

"Yes, sir, I'm prepared."

"Good, now, you'll need someone to guide you, a companion. I believe I have the perfect choice."

A figure came from behind him, resting his hand on his shoulder. The touch was familiar.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son."

"Christopher will be your guide, not only is he someone who was close to you, but he certainly knows his way around."

(It would not be until much later than he would fully understand God's words.)

"Are you ready Finn? This is your final offer to stay here. I offer no promise of a return. But I can pray that you find what you're looking for."

"Yes sir, I'm ready."

"Good luck Finn, Bless you."

Suddenly a warm light consumed him engulfing the world around him and blinding his vision. He could still feel the pressure from the hand on his shoulder. It was comforting in this journey he was about to start.

Just three tasks, only three, and maybe he could live again.

He made a silent promise that he would.

"I'm coming Rachel."

A/N 2: That's the prologue! There will be a bit of backtracking in the first official chapter, so you'll find out how Finn got to Heaven in the first place, and also how he acquired the map. Stay tuned!