Author note: Hello, I had an idea for a Quinntana fanficton and my friends asked me to write it down - so here it is.

By the way, I have never been to New York so forgive me if I make a mistake about streets name or about something else.

ENJOY!

I had a plan, a bulletproof plan.

I was supposed to graduate with honor from Berkeley university, go to UCLA law school, become the best lawyer Los Angeles has ever seen and then marry Anthony.

'Too bad.' I heard my mom's voice in my head as the plain started landing. It was a five and a half hours plain flight and I couldn't sleep for a second. My mother's last words to me really shook me off. Isn't there a rule or something that says that parents should always support their kids? Guess my mom never saw it.

I hate landing, it makes me feel so close to death and that is something I am not quite ready to deal with. After many minutes of fear the plain leveled out and everyone clapped. What is it with people to clap when the plain touches the ground?

Slowly I stood after almost six straight hours of sitting, I took my purse and left the plain as soon as I heard the doors open, I walked slowly once I was standing on solid ground. I looked around to see from where to collect the bags.

When I found the place I saw that my three suitcases were already twirling around in the baggage claim. I felt happy for a second, maybe New York is the place where I'll finally be lucky.

I tried my best to pick up the suitcases but they were way too heavy. Before I could think of a master plan I saw a big hand pulling it out, I'd recognize that hand anywhere. I gulped and prepared myself for what to come.

"Noah, hey." I smiled at the boy.

"Quinn Fabray, who would have thought you'd get even prettier with time?" He scooped me for a hug and I reluctantly put my arms around his neck.

"Thank you for doing that Noah, I didn't know who else to turn to."

"Happy to help."

I pointed for the two other suitcases and he went to grab them.

I knew Noah at high school. Sophomore year he got me pregnant and after that we kind of lost touch. I didn't want to ask for help, I hate being needy and the worst part is that I am asking help from Noah Puckerman.

I guess he is the closes thing I have for a friend. My friends back in Los Angeles were mostly Anthony's, so when we broke up all of them pretty much stopped talking to me.

Noah calling me took me out of my thoughts. I looked and saw him holding my three suitcases heading to the exit, quickly I caught up to him.

"So Quinn, you can crash on my couch for a few days but you need to find your own place as soon as possible. Do you have any money?" The question bothered me a little bit but he had a point I couldn't stay on his couch forever.

"Yes. I have enough money to afford renting an apartment with a roommate for roughly six months without working."

He smiled at me but didn't say a thing. When I called him three days ago after not seeing him for four years he sounded pretty shocked but I think he got it together.

After two minutes of walking in silence we reached a car. He gestured me to sit in the passenger sit while he was loading the bags in the trunk.

"You okay?" He asked when he entered the car. I didn't answer him and kept looking outside the window. Noah sighed and started the car.

Forty minutes later or so he was parking the car in front of a beautiful building.

"What do you do for a living?" He laughed.

"I own a couple of bars and restaurants in Manhattan, nothing big."

It didn't feel real. It felt like a nightmare that I will wake up from any minute now in Anthony's strong arms. But it wasn't, this is my life now and I need to live them as good as I can.

When I entered his apartment I was shocked, it was huge- six rooms or something.

"You like?" I nodded.

"Quinn, I have to go to work." I looked at my watch, it was already 10 pm. "Feel at home."

He walked to the door, "Puck." He turned around and smiled at me, "thanks."

When he left I was alone with my thoughts again. My parents had the worst marriage I could think of, he treated her like a slave and she let him and to top it all, he cheated on her, a lot. When I was young I promised myself I'll never let myself be in the same situation as my mother, but here I am- a 23 years old woman who let her boyfriend boss her around and turned the other way each time he came home smelling like a woman's perfume. I just can't figure out why my mom acted like she did when I told her I am leaving him and going to New York. 'You would be nothing without him Quinn, don't leave him.'

My phone buzzed and I fished it out of my pocket, it was my sister.

hey sis, just heard. You did the right thing, I am here for you if you need anything-xoxo Clara.

That was the last straw, I started crying like a little girl. It was the first time I cried since I decided on leaving everything behind, it was the first time I cried since my dad left, it was the first time I cried in six years.

I don't know for how long I was crying but the next thing I remember is waking up with a major headache.

There were light outside so I assumed I cried myself to sleep last night. A small smile crept on my face when I saw I was covered with a blanket. There was a fresh smell of baking in the air. I quickly got up and went to the kitchen.

"Good morning Quinn." He said with his back to me.

"Good morning Puck." I said on was of the stools by the bar.

I didn't think he would be so nice and welcoming, maybe he grew up and realized he want to make up for what he did? All I know is that I felt comfortable enough to call him Puck.

"I found you a roommate." He placed two plates with bacon and pancakes in front of me and then sat next to me, "it's not all for you piggy." Puck said when he saw me eyeing the food.

My mouth became watery with the memory of Puck's bacon, he was a god. He used to make them to me when I was pregnant, it was the only thing I could eat without puking.

Suddenly I remembered him saying something about a roommate, "what roommate?" I asked and started eating the food, I didn't realize how hungry I was.

"She is a bartender at one of my bars. A friend of mine, her name is Santana. She lives in midtown, in an awesome two bedrooms apartment. Her last roommate left yesterday and she is looking for a new one."

"That sounds great, can you give me her number?" I asked excitedly. Maybe everything will turn out great here.

"One more thing, actually two more things. The rent is low, it is 800 dollars for a month but she has an anger problem, that is why her last roommate left." He said.

"What do you mean with anger problem?"

"I like her, she is a great person deep inside. Usually people don't take the time to get to know her. But she is a lot to handle."

I looked at my food which suddenly didn't look as good as before. The rent is really cheap and even if I won't find a job for the next few months I could handle it. And about the roommate I could just stay at my room and avoid her, no big deal.

"I think it would be fine, thanks. I'll call her later on today."

Little did I know that this girl will change my life...

Author note: What do you think about this chapter?

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