A/N: Here I am again, tryin' to write. With the unforeseen popularity of TOTGA, I've decided to try out my luck again. The title is kind of tentative. I got this idea from listening to Monica's "Angel Of Mine" and my mind's gears began to turn. I really have no idea where I'm gonna go with this, so bear with me. Any mistakes I've made, I do apologize.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters. I do own Rainier though.

The train slid to a stop at the station in New Haven, allowing a blond beauty to step onto the grounds of her current home. Quinn Fabray let out a soft sigh as she began the trek to her dorm room in the snow. As far as she was concerned, the trip back to Lima was a bust. A few weeks ago, she hadn't seen Rachel for Thanksgiving. And if she knew the little diva at all, Finn was the cause of that. Now, returning to Yale after Winter Break, she still hadn't seen Rachel. Sure, they emailed each other every week, but that wasn't the same as being in the same proximity. Another sigh passed as she opens the door to her room, knowing that her roommate wasn't going to be around.

Despite all that she bragged about while in Lima, Quinn had a horrible time adjusting to college life. Ever since the start of the semester, she had troubles. She made a bad first impression on her roommate, reverting back to her HBIC self due to nervousness and fear. Now, they avoided each other as much as they could, only seeing each other in the classes they shared. The workload was overwhelming, but she managed, especially with virtually no social life. At least she enjoyed the classes. Don't even get her started on her fling with her psychology professor. She was going to end that as soon as she could. There was nothing good coming out of that one.

It was no surprised that she stretched the truth to her friends back home. She was Quinn Fucking Fabray after all. She's been through so much already. If she was able to deal with the dramas of high school, college should've been a piece of cake. Of course, Santana saw right through her. They were alike in so many ways, it was no wonder that they were the best of friends.

Now, alone in the comfort of her room, Quinn just flopped onto her bed. She was close to breaking down. Because of the colder weather, her back was killing her, almost crippling her sometimes. She hadn't seen Rachel in seven months, even after dropping so much money on those Metro North passes. A new semester was about to start and the school work was going to be hell.

All the emotions she bottled up from the past few months began to overflow and creep past her walls. The former Cheerio had hopes that throwing herself into school would help fool herself into thinking that she was strong. But the added emotions she gathered from being back in Lima wasn't helping. She had to deal with Santana's emotions about having to let Brittany go and seeing her get closer to Sam. She had to deal with that Kitty girl following her like a little puppy. Finn's jealous eyes and Mercedes's knowing glances didn't help her emotions either. At least Mike was able to keep her sane, often times pulling her away for a random dance session whenever he saw that she was bogged down. It always made her feel better, at least for a little bit. That seemed to be the kind of relationship Quinn had with the Asian boy. She had never sought after the dancer in their high school years, but after Glee club, they seemed to know how each other's minds worked. They were like kindred spirits. The only other person she shared that with was Santana, Brittany, and Rachel. But none of them were here now. No one was around to make her feel better, or help her talk things out. No one was around to challenge her and push her to be a better Quinn.

Tears began to fall.

Quinn hugged her pillow as tight as she could, unable to keep the tears at bay any longer, but still refusing to break down completely. She was just glad that at least no one was around to see her cry.

Or so she thought.

Suddenly, she heard the doorknob jiggles and the lock turn. No one else would have the key to her room but her roommate. Her heart rate spiked as she began to panic. Quinn threw her pillow aside and hastily tried to wipe away any evidence of her tears, but to no avail. They continued to stream down her face as the door swung open, allowing her roommate to make her presence.

The door closed as teary, hazel eyes met with clear, pale blue ones.

Rainier Shinziko was in the middle of taking off her scarf, but halted her motions when she saw her roommate. Her eyes turned cold, for a moment before she noticed Quinn's face. Eyebrows furrowed and the blonde could see that she was being studied by the other girl. Embarrassed, she turned away and started to wipe at her cheeks again, her tears having stopped for the moment. She heard the rustle of clothing and thuds of things being put down. At the noise, Quinn chanced a glance at the other. Suddenly, Rainier approached her, stopping right in front of Quinn's bed.

Quinn noticed that the other girl had taken off her outerwear, revealing a dark turtleneck, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and jeans. If Quinn were to describe Rainier in one word, she would've said "handsome." The slightly taller girl had short, side-swept, onyx hair framing a sculpted face. At a glance, people may have mistaken her for a boy, but a closer look revealed the softer angles of her face. Broad shoulders held strong, lean arms that matched her torso. Quinn was envious of her because before she had Beth and before the accident, she use to have the abs that Rainier had.

Silence filled the room as the duo assessed each other. Rainier broke the silence with a small sigh and turned her head for a moment. With a tilt of her head, she looked back towards Quinn, a small, sympathetic smile gracing her lips. Without a word, she opened her arms, offering a hug.

Quinn looked up at the dark-haired girl, confused. But, she knew she needed it. She needed to have someone there for her. Support and care was emanating from the other girl's aura. Tears started to spring forth again as her emotions began to overflow once more. Quinn bowed her head and suppressed a sob, before looking back up at Rainier.

"W-why? I was awful to you before." Her voice broke as her feelings got the better of her.

She was answered with a soft chuckle.

"You think I'm blind enough to not see who you really are? You're not the bitch I met in the beginning of the year. I know that. I've dealt with girls like you back in high school. Hiding behind a façade like their lives depended on it."

Quinn couldn't help but let Rachel invade her mind as she listened to her roommate speak. Despite a bad first impression, there was still hope for a friend. Rainier knelt down in front of Quinn and looked up into her eyes.

"Look…I know you were overwhelmed. You're from a small town, right?" The blonde nodded in response.

"I'm an urban girl myself. Lived in Boston most of my life. I can help you adjust if you need to. Everyone needs a friend, hm?"

Quinn nodded again in response. Her face contorting as she allowed the sobs to escape her body. She leaned into the taller girl's body and clung onto her as if she was her lifeline. Rainier was thrown at the sudden force of the embrace, but wrapped her own arms around the crying girl. She shifted slightly and managed to arrange the two of them onto Quinn's bed. Encircling her arms more securely around Quinn, Rainier begins to mutter soft reassurances as she let her hand rub circles on her back. It was going to be a long night, but she knew that for the blonde girl in her arms, the cry was long overdue.

This was nothing short of freeing for Quinn. She was happy that she finally had someone at Yale to call her friend. Someone she could call her confidant. Quinn knew she was taking a gamble, giving her roommate this much trust, but somewhere in her heart, she knew that it was a risk worth taking. It was like Rainier had made her role in her life at the best time. With her faith, Quinn could even say that Rainier was like her guardian angel.

Or maybe, she actually was.

Even with this much of a gamble, a test still needed to be given. As her sobs quelled to soft hiccups, Quinn moved slightly, getting comfortable. She felt Rainier's arms hover above her as she shuffled around, and land back on her when she settled. The blonde's mind turned, debating on whether to ask the question in her head or not. It was an odd request for someone she barely knew, and she knew that.

"Y'know, you should just ask whatever's on your mind. I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears."

Quinn let out a soft laugh before allowing silence to overtake them again. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she finally decided to throw caution to the wind.

"I know this is weird to ask, but…C-could you sing 'Keep Holding On' for me? You really don't have to I just…"

Her words trailed off as she heard the soft alto of her new friend's voice. The vibrations of the girl's chest matched with the hums that made their way to Quinn's ears. As the first words of the lyrics were softly sung, more tears spilled from hazel orbs.

Just like that, the song that kept her going years ago continues to do its job.

Just like that, Quinn knew she was going to be okay.

A/N: Well, I'm at your mercy once more. Please, let me know what you think. I kind of plan to make this a more Quinn-centric fic because she's my favorite character out of Glee. You'll learn more about Rainier in the next chapter if you like it.

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