Chapter 1: Bad Things
She'd heard about the legend of Rachel Berry. Of course she had, who hadn't? She was a Lima legend and the auditorium in McKinley High had even been renamed as the Rachel Berry Auditorium. She'd managed to escape from the claws of Lima, get the hell out of Ohio, and found her place on the Broadway stages of New York, just like she'd always planned.
Quinn Fabray didn't have the fierce ambition and scary determination of Rachel Berry, but she sure as hell didn't want to be a Lima loser the rest of her life like many of her classmates were destined to be.
She knew she was going to get out the day her Yale acceptance letter arrived. Opening the white envelope, a warm feeling circled deep within her and threatened to rise up making her fight back tears. Quinn Fabray refused to cry in front of anyone. From that day on she knew she was headed for New Haven, and she'd never look back.
Her bedroom door swung open, her roommate Santana was standing in the doorway, mouth full of foamy white toothpaste and a red toothbrush and messy unbrushed hair.
'Quinn, get your sweet ass outta bed we're gonna be late!' yelled the fiery Latina.
Quinn groaned into her pillow, rolling over stretching out her sleep filled arms.
'Okay mom, keep your panties on.' she mumbled.
The Latina scoffed. 'I'm a little worried if that's how you talk to your mom,' she tapped the bottom of Quinn's right foot. 'C'mon, you don't wanna be late for our first day back.'
'Huh?' Quinn squinted over her shoulder at the brunette.
In response, the brunette pointed at the clock sitting on Quinn's nightstand.
She reached over and tilted the face towards her. It read 8.45.
Quinn jumped up out of bed and ran out of her room towards the bathroom, her socks skidding on the wooden floor while shouting 'Shit, shit, shit!' Santana chuckled watching the flustered blonde nearly collide with the doorframe in the bathroom. Their class was due to begin in 15 minutes.
Running out of the front door of their dorm, Santana threw Quinn an apple and she nodded in appreciation before biting into it. Another blonde caught up with them from behind and wrapped her slender arms around Santana's waist, kissing the back of her neck.
'Mmm' Santana groaned. 'Morning Britt.'
The blonde behind her gasped. 'How did you know it was me?'
Santana took the girl's hand in her right, bringing her to her side. 'Just a sixth sense baby.'
'That's a real thing? I thought it was just a creepy Bruce Willis movie...'
Santana smiled shaking her head at her girlfriend kissing her lips. Quinn just rolled her eyes with a small smile. She was happy for them that they'd managed to make it work outside of Lima.
They reached the auditorium with Brittany still at Santana's side. Quinn looked away while the two played tonsil tennis against the wall next to the double doors into the auditorium. When she looked back they were still at it, so she tried clearing her throat making a loud cough. When that still didn't interrupt them, she took Santana's free hand in her grip and yanked her away, straight into the auditorium.
When they walked in they found a group of about 25 students already sitting down. They sat down in the back row, thinking they had slipped in unnoticed. Quinn placed her bag by her feet, and when she looked back up towards the stage, her jaw dropped.
'Ms. Lopez and Ms. Fabray, I presume?' the small brunette on stage asked with a raised eyebrow looking straight at them.
Rachel Barbra Berry. In person.