A/N: This is my very first fanfic ever, and actually my very first time publishing anything I've ever written. I'm anxious and nervous all at the same time. But I'm always open to constructive criticism. I look forward to your reviews, comments, and questions. Be gentle everyone!

Chapter 1:

Quinn could hear the chorus of Fun's "We Are Young" going off somewhere amidst the boxes, Styrofoam peanuts, and bubble wrap that littered her new bedroom. The shorthaired blonde was determined to catch this incoming call, having previously missed the first two due to the chaos that had taken over her room. She picked through the clutter until she saw the faint glow from her phone reflecting off the headboard of her bed. She dove across her bed reaching for her phone, quickly bringing the cellular device to her ear.

"Hello?" she said with an exasperated huff, blowing her disheveled blonde bangs out of her face.

"Where the heck have you been?" Rachel asked impatiently, her voice a few pitches above its normal decibel. "I have been calling you for a good thirty minutes now. I was starting to worry and I wouldn't be lying if I siad that I was only a few seconds from sending out a search party for you." The shrillness in her best friend's voice caused the blonde to pull away slightly from the receiver with a grimace.

"Please calm down. I'm fine," Quinn replied into the phone calmly, attempting to bring her best friend's nerves back down to normal. "I couldn't find my phone underneath all the clutter. I really despise unpacking." The blonde sighed into the phone while walking around the room picking up random pieces of crumpled newspaper and kicking empty boxes out of the way.

"Well, you have been unpacking the entire day. I know you all too well Lucy Quinn, so I am willing to bet that you have yet to eat anything. I propose you take a well-needed break and come meet Kurt and I for dinner." The minute Rachel had mentioned food Quinn became all too aware of her grumbling stomach.

"Yeah, I guess I better eat something," Quinn answered looking for a pair of shoes and a light sweater. "I doubt I'd be very productive after passing out from starvation."

"My point exactly," the short brunette chirped through the phone. "Mario's Pizza. It's just around the corner from you. We'll see you in 15 minutes."

"Okay sounds good. See you in few." With that she hung up the phone and made her way to the front door, shoes, cardigan and purse in hand. She gave her new place of residence another once-over before turning and heading out the door.

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Just as she was rounding the corner she spotted her two hometown friends standing outside the pizza parlor. She smiled and waved as made her way towards them, they in turn, returning the gesture. They entered the restaurant where they were seated within a few minutes, and proceeded to update each other on what's been going on in their respectable lives. Since Quinn began to move out of Rachel and Kurt's apartment a few weeks ago it had felt like their lives just became more hectic. It had been a while since the three of them had some bonding time, and Quinn didn't realize how much she had missed her friends until she was seated with them at that very moment.

"So, tell me about this living arrangement again? You have a roommate but you've never met her besides a few text messages. Yet you decided to move in with this woman solely based on the little bit you've heard from Noah Puckerman?" Kurt's voice was becoming more skeptical as his question continued. He was a little out of the loop since he had been away on some internship for vogue in Europe. Kurt's fashion sense had always been ahead of our time, and was always making people around him feel underdressed, but ever since he came back from Europe it had become lot worse.

"Yes, that's right," Quinn replied nonchalantly with a slight shrug of her shoulder. "I know Puck and I had a turbulent relationship in the past, and he was kind of an ass in high school. But you have to admit, when we were all in Glee he always had our backs. Even you Rach." Rachel swallowed her pizza and nodded in agreement with Quinn. "Yes, she's right Kurt. I spoke with Noah as well in regards to this living situation. He seemed pretty trustworthy, and I never once got the feeling that Puck was trying to pull one over Quinn's eyes." Quinn smiled over at her petite brunette friend. Ever since high school Rachel never ceased to amaze her, and Quinn could never truly explain in words how grateful she was to have Rachel as her best friend. After all the torture Quinn and her fellow Cheerios put the poor girl through their freshman year, the tiny brunette was the first person to stand by Quinn's side during her tumultuous predicament. They had been inseparable ever since.

"Well what exactly do you know about your new roommate?" Kurt asked, taking a sip of his diet soda.

"She's 26 years old, was an art major from NYU. She's a photographer, originally from L.A., and she knows Puck from a photo shoot she did for their band." Quinn scrunched her nose pensively. "I guess I really don't know that much about her," the blonde said in realization. "I guess I'll find out tonight."

"Well, she seems nice," Rachel said casually while dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Kurt and Quinn both exchanged glances before fixing their gaze on the brunette. "And how, pray tell, did you come to that assumption? You've never even met the girl," Kurt exclaimed. "Well," Rachel continued, "she gave the room with the bigger closet to Quinn without even putting up a fight, or negotiating the rent. Both rooms are exactly the same size, except that Quinn's has a walk-in closet. The poor girl got stuck with a tiny closet that she would be lucky to fit half her wardrobe in." Kurt nodded in agreement, clearly recognizing the importance of a bigger closet. Quinn rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself as she finished off her pizza. They spent the remainder of dinner discussing upcoming events, dates, auditions, and appointments. They exited the restaurant a couple of hours later, completely satisfied, and somewhat lethargic from the amount of food they had just consumed.

"So are you going to get to meet the new roommate tonight you think?" Kurt asked, shrugging on his beige trench coat.

"I don't know. Some of her boxes arrived earlier today so I wouldn't be surprised if she was home already. I'm not really sure when her flight arrives. She's moving here straight from L.A."

"Wow, that sounds a long day. Moving across the country, to a completely foreign city, into a completely foreign apartment, just to meet a completely foreign roommate. And then unpack." Kurt shook his head staring into space as he mouthed his thoughts. "I do not envy the poor girl. Good luck Quinn." Quinn chuckled at her friend while giving him a playful shove. They exchanged hugs and goodbye's and promises of meeting later in the week and went on their separate ways. After a few steps Quinn heard Kurt call after her.

"Hey Q! What's her name anyway?" The blonde turned to address her friend's question while continuing to walk backwards.

"Santana," she called back, "her name is Santana Lopez."