This is a random Idea that popped in head. It took me a while to get it on paper. Any way, Give me your thoughts on the Idea. And whether I should continue or not. It my first attempt and A Faberry fic. Hope I do the Pairing Good.

Quinn Fabray hated moving to new places. It was always weird to step into a new place and wondered who lived there before her. Lima Ohio was her father's job. It was mostly just him and her on their little adventures. Her mother had died when she was still a toddler. She had died of breast cancer after a long fight leaving her and her father alone.

Russell Fabray was a part of the U.S. Marines and due to his job, they were constantly moving around. "Lucy," He said calling her by her first name. "I know you hate moving around but this is what comes with the job." Quinn sneered.

"Yeah it's a part of your job, not mine." Quinn said with irritation. She put her well-toned legs on top of on the seat and cuddled her legs to her body. "I hate how you always insist on driving to a new place. We could have flown. At least planes have in fight entertainment instead of awkward conversation, awkward silence and a father that won't understand you." Quinn said then stroked her hand through her light pink hair.

"Lucy, I know you miss her but you can still go see her during holidays and breaks."

"We broke up dad." She said abruptly trying to get her father to shut up. She didn't want to talk about her personal issues with her dad. "End of story, now can we please drop the heart to heart." Her father continued driving in the rental moving truck. "And dad, stop calling me Lucy,"

"Fine, Quinn," She pushed her short pink hair behind her ears put in her ear buds from her IPod. She was listening to when you're gone by Avril Lavigne. She stared out the window at the rural farm land. She just wished she was back in California.


"Here we are," Quinn looked out the house before her. It looked like all the other houses she had been in. It looked like something out of an old 1950s movie especially with the white picket fence. Her father refused to stay on base. He didn't want Quinn to feel like an Military brat.

Quinn watched as her father opened the back of the truck. He grabbed a box labeled with her name to her. "Go ahead and head in. The real estate lady said she left the door open for us this morning." Quinn nodded. "Go inside and pick a room."

"What's the point?" Quinn said stomped her steel toed boots into the house. When she got through the door she looked around the empty home. When she was younger it was exciting to move but it lost its excitement after her mom died. She walked up the steps and found the second biggest room. There furniture wouldn't be there until the next day. She'd be sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag. She was skeptical about the whole moving thing. Every time she got used to a new place her father was transferred somewhere else. She put down the box and headed back down the steps and outside.

She saw her father taking to a woman. She was approximately in her early 40s and she gave Quinn the Latina MILF vibe. She walked to her father. "Hi sweet heart," Russell said. He turned back to the woman. "This is my daughter, Quinn." Quinn looked at the woman. "And this is our new neighbor from across the street, Ms. Lopez." Ms. Lopez put out her hand for Quinn to shake. Quinn looked at it. Her father gave her a stern look and she put on the fake Fabray smile and shook the woman's hand.

"You remind me of my daughter. I suppose you two are around the same age. She's sixteen."

"So is Quinn," Her father said making Quinn roll her eyes. "I'm guessing your daughter goes to McKinley."

"Yes, Santana goes to McKinley." Quinn went to the back of her truck to get another one of her boxes. "If you'd like I could get my son to help you with your boxes." Quinn sighed. The woman was definitely coming on to her father. She hoped her father had half a mind not to date the woman he would probably end up pissing her off in the end. Talk about it being awkward to see her every day across the street. She grabbed a box and carried it inside. She went up to her and put down her second box. She took her phone out of her pocket and turned it on. As soon as she did her phone began to vibrate. She began to check them.

I know you said we were over but I can't accept that. – Lila (6:24 a.m.) She sighed.

I love you, Q. The only reason we broke up is because you moved. We can make the long distance thing work. – Lila (7:08 a.m.) Quinn frowned even more as she thought about Lila. She went to the next message.

Q, this really sucks; can we just talk. – Lila (7:13 a.m.) Quinn scrolled through the rest of the messages and she began to slightly smile. She finally got to the last one.

Just call me when you get a chance. I'm really lonely without you, especially at night XOXO. – Lila (10:23 a.m.) It took all the restraint not to call Lila and give into temptation but she knew she couldn't. It would only make her miss Lila more and she wanted a clean break.


"Wake up!" He father shook her in the sleeping bag. She wished she had a bed so she could bring the blankets over her head.

"Do I really have to go to school today?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, meet some new people make some new friends. Maybe meet a girl."

"No thank you,"

"Well I got your schedule in the mail and you've missed enough school this year." Quinn frowned. "I won't tolerate skipping classes here." Quinn ignored her father.

"Whatever," Quinn said getting up from her blue sleeping bag. "She stretched then yawned as if it would get rid of her sleepiness. Her father walked out and she stood up. She felt like the day was going to suck. She searched through the one her boxes for an outfit. She found a black top and a pair ripped faded jeans. She found her leather jacket in the same box. She went to the bathroom and closed the door.

"Quinn, don't take forever in there and I want some hot water this morning." Quinn shrugged off her father suggestion. She'd use as much hot water as she wished the first part of her pay back for making her move. Whenever she moved, she wanted to hate her father but the truth was she couldn't because in the end it was just her and her dad and she loved her dad. He just had the ability to piss her off sometimes.

She wondered what her new school would be like. Probably like every other high school she'd been too. She'd be branded from the time she walked through the door. People would try to be nice to her at first or not at all. She'd end up being loner, which would most likely be her fault. Or she could have a repeat of freshman year, where on her first day she was thrown into the trash can. It wasn't her fault she hadn't quite grown into her body yet and she looked kind of like a middle school boy. It took a week to the smell of sour milk and rotten fish out of her hair and clothes.

She turned on the shower and began to strip. If her day was going to suck at least she could start the day with a nice hot shower.


Quinn stood outside behind the football field bleachers. She needed a cigarette after going forty eight hours without one. Her father took her to school to make sure she didn't skip school. That didn't mean she wasn't going to skip class. It wasn't like her dad would or could really punish her. Nothing fazed her. She lit up her cigarette and took a puff and took a breath.

"Hey," She heard someone say. She turned to the voice and saw a pretty Hispanic girl. "You're in my spot." Quinn didn't get intimidated by the menacing look on her face. She laughed and smiled.

"I don't see your name on it."

"You must be new here."

"What if I am?" Quinn said. The girl let out a frustrated laugh. She got closer to Quinn. Quinn realized that the girl was a bit shorter than her. She wasn't scared of the girl. "What are you, resident bad girl?"

"What if I am?" They began examining each other. The girl lost her serious look and smiled. "Listen, I'm not in the mood for a fight today. I'll tell you what we'll share." She put her hand out for Quinn to shake. Quinn looked at it. "Santana," She shook her hand.

"Quinn," Santana sat behind down in the grass.

"Can I bum a cigarette?" Quinn curiously sat next to the Latina. She offered her a cigarette from a pack. Santana took one and Quinn took out her red flip lighter. She lit the cigarette and looked at Santana. "So, are you new here?"

"Wouldn't you know, don't you go here?" Quinn asked. Santana took a puff.

"That's a complicated question, I am enrolled in classes here but I don't attend them very often." Santana said. "School's not my thing; it used to be, but not anymore." Quinn was confused. Santana seemed like one of the popular girls, the girls she tried to avoid in high school. Of course if Quinn kept her blond instead of Pink, so would she. Santana pushed her hand through her head.

"What did you do?" Quinn asked.

"So, I used to date the Quarterback. I mean I was the head cheerleader so it was expected of me. He was a total prick but I continued dating him." She looked a Quinn who seemed too engrossed in the story. "Tell you what I'll tell you about me if you tell me about you, 50/50." Quinn shrugged.

"Fine," Quinn said.

"Basically, I was using him. I slept with him just to keep him happy but the truth was I was screwing his sister." Quinn was surprised. "In a tight knit town like this one you can get some pretty small minded people. When I was at a party last year, I went with him. He was being a total prick so I left and went to meet his sister. Basically, he caught us and the next day a picture was circling around the school. All my friends began to shun me and would think that I could at least have the girl but no. The bulling was so bad, she attempted to kill herself. She's in a psych ward now." Santana took a puff of her cigarette. "But I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles, Bad Karma's a bitch." Santana looked at her. "So, are you new here?"

"Yeah, just moved to Lima yesterday," Quinn said. "I really don't want to be here today."

"Why are you here then?" Quinn laughed.

"My dad decided that he wanted to be a good father today and he drove me to school just to make sure I went."

"You couldn't con your mom to let you stay home." A sad look appeared on Quinn's face.

"My mom's dead." Quinn simply said.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bring anything up. That has to be tough."

"It's fine. I can barely remember her." Quinn said. Santana got up.

"You want to get out of here?" Santana asked. "I got a car and a full tank." Santana said. Quinn laughed in amusement.

"I barely know you. How do I know you're not a serial killer or a rapist?" Santana smiled.

"I guess you're going to have to trust me." Santana laughed. Quinn got up and grabbed her bag. "Come on do I look like a serial killer to you?"

"I guess it's better than being here." Quinn followed the raven haired Latina. She didn't know what to think of the girl but she knew she would soon find out.


Santana drove a fair amount of speed over the speed limit. Quinn wasn't nervous over the fast speed. She drove faster than Santana did. She turned to the girl driving the navy blue Camaro. She had nearly creamed her pants when she realized that Santana owned a Chevy Camaro. It was in her top five motor vehicles. "Where'd you get such a nice car?"

"My dad got it for me. He thinks getting me expensive shit will make up for the fact he wants nothing to do with me." Santana said. "Though I don't care, it's his loss." Santana looked at the road signs. "So where were you before Lima?"

"San Francisco, California,"

"Have you lived there all your life?"

"No, I move around a lot. I was actually born on a base in Germany. My dad works for the Marines." Quinn said. "He spends a lot of time away from home too."

"So you must often be by yourself,"

"Yeah, it's no biggie. I'm used to it." Santana looked sympathetic. Santana finally diverted somewhere. It was a small Diner on the side of road.

"You hungry," Santana asked.

"Yeah," Quinn said. Santana took the key out of the ignition and got out.

"Come on, this place has the best burgers this side of Ohio." Quinn got out of the car shutting the door behind her. The Diner looked a bit shady. Santana and Quinn walked inside the little restaurant. The older woman behind the counter smiled at Santana.

"Hi Santana, your booth is free."

"Thanks Ruth," Santana said. Quinn followed behind. They went to a corner booth. "Here we are." Santana said. They both sat down.

"I guess you come here often."

"Yeah, it's a nice place to get away." Santana smiled. "Pick something from the menu, my treat." Quinn looked a bit skeptical. She looked through the menu.

"I guess I'll just get a turkey burger, I guess," Santana shouted the order to Ruth and Ruth wrote it down. "She doesn't take your order?"

"No she knows what I want and she doesn't need to walk over here unless she's bringing the food." Quinn looked even more confused.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Quinn asked. She was seriously confused by the whole situation. "I don't get it. People usually try to avoid me but you don't seem to care."

"Ever since this whole mess happened, I've been trying to be nicer to people. I haven't been really doing it but for some reason you make it easy. Not sure if you could tell but I'm a bit of a bitch. Rumor has it that when I came out of the womb I called the nurse she was fat." Quinn couldn't help but laugh.

"Really," After ten minutes of talking and laughing there food came. "No way really,"

"Seriously, I dropped his pants in front of the whole school."

"That's hilarious. I guess he shouldn't have crossed you." Quinn looked at the burger and took a bite. "You were right these are pretty good." Quinn said. Santana looked at her seriously.

"So tell me Quinn, do you have a special someone back in California?" Quinn shuttered a bit at the question.

"Had someone, we broke up before I left. I don't believe in long distance relationships. They never really work out, especially when they're on the other side of the country." Quinn took a bite of the burger. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to be a kill joy." Santana looked at the time.

"Crap, I want to get back in time for my last period."

"Must be a fun class," Quinn retorted as Santana took out her wallet. Santana laughed dryly. Quinn picked up her bag and followed Santana to her car. She couldn't figure out why someone who seemed to hate school was so eager to back for one last class.


Quinn waited outside for her dad to pull up. Santana had ditched her and went to class. She wasn't hurt but she was still curious about what was so great about the class. She saw her dad's black Ford F-150 Pull up to the school. She picked up her bag and began walked through the passing crowd of students. She looked through her bag hiding her cigarette that she had bought off of Santana. She fiddled with her phone turning it on to see how many new messages she had received. She accidentally bumped into someone knocking the girls stuff on to the ground. Quinn looked up hold her bag close.

"I'm so sorry," The girl said. Quinn was about to say something mean and snarky before she looked up and examined the girl. "I should been watching where I was going." Quinn seemed to have forgotten how to talk. The girl was too pretty; long black hair, full lips, brown eyes, and even though her body was clothed with clothes that a first graded would wear, she could tell the girl had a nice body. She caught herself.

"Um…not problem," She said. "We're both at fault." The short girl got down and started gathering her things from the dingy ground. "Here let me help you with those," Quinn said a little more eagerly than she intended. She quickly helped with the fallen books. When everything was picked up Quinn and the girl stood up. Quinn still found her eyes fixed on the girl.

"Thanks," she said question as if she was questioning for Quinn's name.

"Quinn," She said handing the book to their rightful owner. "Quinn Fabray."

"Rachel Berry," She said with a smile. "It was nice meeting you Quinn Fabray. I'll maybe see you around?"

"Yes, most definitely," Rachel walk away and Quinn took one finally look before walking to her dad. She got in the car. Russell looked at his daughter with curiosity as she shut the door and settled in the seat.

"Meet any new people today?"

"Yes, not that it matters," Russell pulled off and smiled.

"Oh by the way, Ms. Lopez, from across the street, invited us to dinner."

"Joy, I hope you weren't expecting much from me."


"So Quinn," Russell started. "You need to be really nice tonight. Gloria was nice enough to invite us into her home and offer to cook for us. You need to be exceptional." Quinn grinned teasingly.

"Aren't I always exceptional?" She said know the answer. "Alright dad, but I'll only be nice because I know you want to get into her pants." Her father looked unamused and knocked on the door. They heard noises coming from behind the door and she saw the older woman from earlier. Quinn quickly thought that the woman's smile couldn't be any wider.

"Russell," The woman said looking amorously towards Quinn's Father. "And you must be Lucy," She said. Quinn looked subtly at her father. How much time did they spend together today? Already on a first name basis and she knew Quinn's first name. This had to be serious. "I mean Quinn. Your dad told me you don't like to be called Lucy. I'm sorry."

"It's no problem Ms. Lopez," She couldn't help but think that the Latina looked a lot like Santana or Santana looked a lot like her considering the woman was older. However she didn't mention the resemblance since she was sure it was racist to assume all Hispanic people were related.

"Call me Gloria, Ms. Lopez is my Mother." She said. "Well come in, I want you two to meet me children." Quinn and Russell step through the door and looked around at their surroundings. It was really feminine on the inside; the exact opposite of theirs. Quinn was a bit amused by the look of the house. It was not what she was used to. "Kids, our guest have arrived." The woman said. They heard footsteps; Quinn braced herself wondering what the girl would look like. She remembered Gloria had told her the names of her kids but she couldn't remember them. She just remembered they were both S names. They heard feet coming down the steps. The boy came down the steps first. "This is Santos, My oldest,"

"Hey mom, where did you put my boots?" She heard a strangely familiar voice.

"They're where ever you put them?" She sighed to herself. She felt like this girl was going to be a prissy bitch. She prepared herself since she could tell her father was expecting them to be friends. She internally gagged at the thought. Her father expected too much from her. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs came again. She looked at the stair. Her eyes widen in surprised. The girl that descended down the stairs was familiar. The girl was Santana.

So that's the First chapter. I hope that you like it Please Review and tell me your thoughts. Also, Favorite and Alert. I really want to know if I should continue. Maybe next time.