Alright people, this is what happens when you are either on hard drugs, or just happen to be me (not on hard drugs. Or any other type for that matter). As the description says, this is an AU future fic. Rachel is not from Lima, but she still had basically had the same life, just closer to Columbus and with different people. After taking a B.M. as a Voice student at Juilliard, and changing a lot, she decides not to go into performance and takes a year off to travel. She becomes a teacher and gets her first job at McKinley, where she meets Quinn, a senior taking her music class.

Quinn is still HBIC, but is lonely and doesn't have close friends, just subordinates. This is because she has an over-expectant family, which leads her to be much more mature than her peers, and a were!peen, which causes her to be afraid that no one will accept or love her with her condition, and both which cause her to distance herself from people.

For those of you who have issues with the girl!peen thing, please don't let it put you off reading, and at least take a look at the first couple of chapters. I've tried to come up with a pseudo-feasible reason for why the peen comes and goes, but it actually doesn't really come into the story too much in a direct way. It's more about the girls' interaction than the sex, in fact I'm not even sure how much sex I'll be writing in yet because I've never written it before. It's going to be more fluff/angst than kink.

Oh, by the by, Glee, its characters etc. don't belong to me, only this cracky storyline. Good thing (mostly) for everyone else, not so much for me.

Prologue

If anyone else had walked into the choir room that Friday afternoon, and seen what was in there, they would have turned pale, screamed, and ran back the way they came telling everyone else to prepare for the apocalypse. If anyone else had been the witness, they would have been strategically decimated over the remaining months of the school year for seeing it. Because on a chair, in the darkest corner of the choir room, Quinn Fabray, Senior, HBIC and Head Cheerleader of the Cheerios for four years, was crying so hard that she could barely even breathe.

If any other student had been in the choir room when the new music teacher, Rachel Berry, who was freshly out of her music degree, year of traveling and teaching course, had gone back in search of the laptop she had left on her desk, life would have been completely different for both of them. She would have gone in, spared a few moments to ask the pupil what was wrong, tried to cheer them up, and then sent them on their way. She would have gone home, graded some papers, had a bath, eaten dinner and gone to bed early enough to get up for her 6am exercise regime, and life would have continued. But fate had laid a hand; it was Quinn Fabray, the blond girl that she had noticed on the first day for having a mean streak, a sweet voice and so much vulnerability in her eyes it damn near broke Rachel's heart.