A/N: HELLO! Watching "I Do" made me fall in love with Quinntana. OBVIOUSLY, I still LOVE Brittana, but if they don't get back together soon, I'll be content with Quinntana, assuming it wasn't just some one episode thing that Ryan does because he's stupid.

Alright! Here is chapter one of my first Quinntana Fanfiction! I hope you guys like it! PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee! Although... I do own The Glee Concert Movie :3

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Chapter One-Roommates

Quinn was as ready as she would ever be. That doesn't necessarily mean that she was ready, just that she wouldn't ever get more ready. Quinn was leaving her comfort zone. She was going from hottest, bitchiest, best Cheerio at McKinley to below average cheerleader at NYU. In New York. She was going to New York.

It was dream come true, of course, but she still wasn't ready. Coach Sylvester had gone over it over and over—that Quinn would do amazing at NYU, and that she shouldn't be scared. That was really nice coming from Sue Sylvester, and Quinn was really glad for the encouragement, but she was terrified.

A new place, new people, new expectations... new things. New York. Quinn sighed as she looked out the window of the plane that was taking her to her new home. Her wealthy mother had paid for the ticket, as well as some of the tuition for the school. However, Quinn had been lucky enough to receive almost a full ride scholarship, so her mom didn't have to pay much.

Unfortunately, the scholarship required her to live in the dorms for at least a year, although it was "encouraged" that scholarship students live in dorms for even longer than that. Quinn didn't want to live in a dorm. She didn't want to live with some other girl. The girl would either be a nerd, who was always worried about keeping things clean and getting things done, the kind of person who would always be scolding Quinn. Or she'd be a popular, pretty girl who bossed everyone around, including Quinn. Or...

Quinn pushed the thought away. If she considered all the things that could happen in New York, her brain would explode, and that was a bad way to start off her new life.

"It's okay, Quinn. It won't be so hard as you think," she told herself surely. The man sitting next to her on the plane gave her a confused look, and Quinn shifted in her seat awkwardly. I hate airplanes.

Glancing out of the window again, Quinn noticed that they were nearing New York City. Thank goodness, she thought. Despite the fact that the blonde did not want to live in a dorm, she was a little excited to see what it looked like, and to organize her stuff. She was even a little bit excited to see who her roommate was.

Soon, the seatbelt light flashed around the plane, and Quinn checked to see that hers was secure. It was. The plane began to lower down towards the airport.

It was about twenty minutes later that people began to unload from the plane, squeezing through the isle and grabbing bags from above the seats. Quinn let most of the people get off first, eliminating the stress of being crowded. Once there were only a few people left, the blonde moved into the isle and grabbed her bag from the compartment above her seat and headed off the plane.

Flying on the plane was a horrible experience to Quinn, since she hated airplanes so much. Waiting in security sucked pretty bad too, and now Quinn was doing that. She waited for nearly another half hour in the long security line before she could go find her checked bag.

"New York," Quinn muttered to herself as she made her way to the conveyer belt that was carrying bags for people to grab. Quinn stood by the edge, waiting for her blue suitcase to pass by her.

Someone came up next to her, also waiting for their bag. The blonde glanced at the person to see that it was a guy with lightly gelled hair and light skin. Immediately, Quinn guessed that he was gay.

He noticed her looking at him. "Hello!" he greeted in a cheerful voice.

"Hi," Quinn answered with a smile.

"I'm Kurt," Kurt told her, extending a hand. "I just flew here from Los Angeles."

"Moving here?" Quinn asked curiously, shaking his hand and still scanning for her blue bag.

Kurt nodded. "Sort of. I'm going to NYU, majoring in musical theatre. What about you?"

"I'm Quinn," Quinn said first, realizing that she hadn't yet introduced herself. "I'm going to NYU, too. Cheerleading."

Kurt nodded kindly, before looking back at the conveyer belt and swiftly grabbing a black suitcase from it. "Well, it was nice to meet you Quinn. Perhaps I'll see you around." Quinn nodded at him, and he turned and walked off.

At least there are nice people here, Quinn told herself. I won't feel so left out... hopefully...

Once Quinn found her bag, she left the airport as quickly as she could. She hated them almost as much as she hated airplanes. All the people rushing around to places, the smell of overly cleaned floors and the bright, unreal lights. Something about it bothered Quinn, so she was eager to leave.

She pushed through the doors that led out onto the area where people were picked up by cars, or taxis, and driven to hotels, homes or, in Quinn's case, colleges. The blonde made her way to the edge of the street and held her hand up for a taxi to stop.

One of the yellow taxis stopped in front of her, and a gruff looking man climbed out the front and opened the trunk. Quinn moved to put her stuff in, but the man took her bags from her and stacked them neatly in the trunk before gesturing for her to get in.

"Where're you off to?" the man asked.

"NYU dorms..." Quinn scratched the back of her head. This was too weird, too new for her.

The driver drove away from the airport.

"Going to NYU, eh? Wish I could've done that, but the best I could do is come here and drive taxis around all day, and night. Haven't got any talents for colleges," the driver explained to her. "Name's Devon, if you were wondering."

"Nice to meet you," Quinn returned politely, forcing a smile.

"What're you doing at NYU?"

"Cheerleading," the blonde replied stiffly. Talking to random people, especially in a place like New York, scared her. She was normally the girl who wasn't scared of anything.

"Ah, should've guessed that," Devon told her as she drove. "What'd you say your name was again?"

"I didn't," Quinn snapped at him. Devon shut up, and Quinn was glad that he got the point. Quinn just leaned her head against the window and stared out it.

It wasn't long before they were surrounded by buildings. They started out shorter—normal sized buildings—but they got taller as they drove deeper into New York.

Quinn zoned out at some point, and she barely noticed when Devon stopped in front of a building on the NYU campus. Quinn blinked as she heard Devon getting out to get the blonde's stuff.

Hurrying out of the cab, Quinn stumbled and looked around. The building in front of her was rather large, and there were more dorm buildings around it. "Whoa..."

"Quite a place isn't it?" Devon asked, in awe as well, even though he'd likely seen this place before. He placed her bags next to her. "Hope you have a nice day, ma'am."

And then he was gone, and so was the taxi cab. Quinn took a deep breath and grabbed her bags before going into the main dormitory building.

A tall, skinny woman sitting behind a desk and looked up at her behind half-circle glasses. "Name?" She prepared her fingers over the keyboard to her computer.

"Quinn Fabray," the blonde answered, sounding as confident as she could. She was already losing some of her confidence. She felt so small in a place so big.

The woman typed in some things on her keyboard and squinted behind her glasses at the computer screen in front of her. "You're in building B, dorm 318." The woman opened a drawer and produced a little metal key from it, holding it out for the blonde to take. Quinn closed her hand around it and felt the cool metal warm up from her touch.

"Thank you," Quinn returned politely, before turning and leaving the building. She was in building B, and this was probably building A.

Searching for building B wasn't much of a problem, once she discovered that they were all obviously labeled above the doorways, and so it wasn't long before she stood outside an elevator that would take her up to room 318.

Quinn was impatient as she waited for the elevator to reach her. She wanted to see her room, and to start unpacking, and to see if her roommate was already there. The elevator made a ding noise, and the thick, metal doors slid open for Quinn to enter.

She pressed the button with the number 3 on it, and the elevator slowly went up, dinging once again when it reached the third floor. Doors sliding open. Quinn stepping out.

The blonde turned into the hallway, passing seventeen doors until she reached the one labeled 318. Nervously, she fumbled with the now warm key before slipping it into the keyhole. She turned it and then pushed the door open.

The room was plain. Two plain, single beds were pushed against the wall on either side of the small room. There were two shelves on the wall, one across from the first bed, another across from the second. Two bedside tables were next to the beds. There was a window next to the second bed, which was furthest from the door.

Quinn slowly made her way to it and set her carryon bag on the smooth blankets, wrinkling them. She wanted the bed by the window, and she was glad that she'd gotten here before her roommate, whoever they might be.

The blonde unpacked her carryon, placing some things on her shelf across from the bed, other things in the drawers of her bedside table, and some in the bathroom, the door of which was next to the door that led to the hallway.

In the bathroom there was another door leading to a closet. In the closet were two dressers, one on either side of the small space. One for Quinn, one for the roommate. Feeling as though she had no motivation, she lugged her large bag into the closet and began to unpack her clothes into one of the dressers.

Quinn was never this quiet, never this alone. She could only hope that her roommate would arrive soon, and that it would be a nice person who would talk to her, who would make her feel comfortable here.

An hour later, when Quinn was lying on her bed, reading a book, she heard a faint click from the door to the dorm. Her hazel eyes darted off her book and up to the door. Her heart began to race. She was about to find out who she would be living with for at least the next year.

The door swung open to reveal a Latina in skinny jeans and red blouse. Her hair was loose and wavy, and her lips were red. Her eyes were a dark brown, and Quinn could easily call this girl very beautiful.

The Latina eyed Quinn carefully, before pulling in her stuff and closing the door behind her. "I'm Santana. I'm from Los Angeles, California. I'm here with a cheerleading scholarship. I'm a hot bitch and even you can admit it. Now you spill."

Quinn cleared her throat, setting down her book, and sat up straight. Good first impressions. She needed to start building a reputation, since her old one was definitely gone now.

"I'm Quinn. I'm from Lima, Ohio, and I know it's pathetic and that's why I'm here now, to be away from it. I'm also here with a cheerleading scholarship, and I'm a hot bitch as well," Quinn told her. Santana looked the blonde up and down. Judging me.

"Fair enough," she said, swiftly setting her small bag onto her bed, ruffling the blanket. "Guess we'll having cheerleading together."

"Yeah," Quinn agreed. Santana eyed her carefully, again.

"You not so talkative?" the Latina asked, raising an eyebrow. Quinn shrugged.

"This whole place makes me feel a little small. I'm not used to it yet," the blond explained, trying not to sound too weak. She did not want to sound week.

Santana gaped at her. "You haven't been to New York before?"

Quinn bit her lower lip and shook her head. "No, I haven't."

"Well, you've been missing out then," the brunette told her simply, unzipping her bag and taking out some of the things to set on her nightstand. Quinn just watched her.

"You're from Los Angeles?" Quinn finally asked. Santana nodded. "I've been there. My mom took me there when I turned sixteen."

Santana nodded again. "Yeah well, I've lived there all my life."

Quinn didn't have anything more to say, so she just leaned back against her pillow, picking up her book, and started to read again. It was her book for her basics English class. Even though she hadn't yet gone to the class, she figured it would be a good start read some of the book first.

Meanwhile, Santana rushed around between the closet, the bathroom, her shelf, her nightstand and her suitcase, unpacking all of her stuff. Quinn mostly ignored her while she read, but when the Latina was finished, Quinn set her book down. She needed friends here, and she figured it would be a good start to have her roommate as a friend.

"Do you know anyone going here?" Quinn asked curiously.

"Yeah," Santana answered, falling onto her bed and looking exhausted from unpacking. "This guy Kurt from my high school is going here, under musical theatre. We're sort of friends, I guess."

"Oh, I met him at the airport. He seems nice... he also seems..." Quinn didn't want to be rude.

"Gay?" Santana asked. A chuckle escaped her mouth. "He is. He's the gayest. But it makes him cooler. He sings like a girl, he hangs out with girls. If you ever need fashion advice, he's the guy you go to, I swear."

Quinn chuckled as well. "There were hardly any gay people at my high school," Quinn admitted. "I've always wanted to know a gay guy, though."

Santana laughed a nice laugh. "I know plenty. Kurt's boyfriend Blaine. Their friend Dave... a lot more than that too."

Quinn nodded. "So, you said you're a hot bitch. Were you at the top of your high school?"

A smirk appeared on the Latina's face. "Hell yeah! If I was in the hallway, everyone knew about it, and everyone parted for me to get through."

The blonde laughed out loud. "It was the same way at my high school. But everything changes here. I already feel like a different person. Quieter... smaller..."

"We'll change that," Santana insisted. "We'll make some super hot, popular cheerleader friends and they'll get us up to the top with them. It'll be the same, eventually, as high school."

Quinn smiled at the idea of that. "You know, I was really scared I was going to have some ass as a roommate."

The Latina smiled slightly. "Instead you got a smoking hot bitch."

Both girls laughed, and Quinn grinned. She felt more comfortable already, more like herself, around Santana. She felt like she already had a friend here, and she knew that she was ready. Ready to start a new life, in this new place, full of new things.

Did you guys like it? Good for a first chapter? Should I keep writing? I have AWESOME plans for this story.

Also, if any of you guys were reading "It's Nothing", I have to tell you that I won't be updating it for a while, and I might delete it... It was out of my comfort zone of writing and I just can't write that style I don't know I was trying something different.

This is better though, and I will definitely continue this story, as well as Brittana On the Bachelor!(:

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