Hi, guys! So, this is my first fanfiction and I really hope you guys like it! This will be completely in Quinn's POV and it's totally AU. Thanks for reading this! Read and review, please :D
P.S: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
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Quinn's POV
"So, Marcus, did you understand the fundamental theorem?" I ask Marcus, a Chemical Engineering student who hired me to be his Calculus tutor.
"Yeah, Quinn." He smiles, "You're an amazing teacher."
I blush, "Thanks."
"I should be the one thanking you." He gives me a soft smile.
"Well, let me know when you ace your test." I tell him as I start gathering my things. "I need to go now because I also have a test next week."
"As if you need any studying." He grins, "I've heard that you're the best student of your class. You'll be an amazing engineer when you graduate."
"Thank you." I smile. "I really hope so."
"You're heading to class now?" He asks me.
"Uh, no." I tell him. "I'm going out with Puck."
"Oh, right." He says, visually upset.
"Yeah." I smile apologetically, "Well, I'll see you around."
He just nods and smiles as I walk towards my boyfriend's Range Rover.
"Hey, princess." He kisses me when I enter his car.
"Hey, babe." I smile at him.
"So, uh, this was the last class with him, right?" He asks me.
Last week, Marcus tried to kiss me after I finished teaching him about the integral calculus. When I told Noah, he wasn't very happy about it and told me to stop teaching Marcus. We had a fight because I told him that I won't stop helping someone who needs me just because he wants me to.
"Yes, it was." I tell him. "But if he fails, I'm gonna keep helping him."
"What the hell, Quinn!" He exclaims with an angry tone, "I don't want you alone with this guy."
"And I already told you that I don't care." I reply in a cold tone. "You don't tell me what to do and you never will."
He looks at me with a furious expression, "You totally just killed my mood to go out."
"Well, then take me back to my dorm." I tell him with an eye roll. "I rather be studying than putting up with you and your nonsense."
"Screw you, Quinn." He hisses. I just roll my eyes again and ignore him.
After half an hour, we reach my dorm and, as I'm about to get out of Puck's car, he grabs my arm.
"Look, I'm sorry okay?" He sighs, "I just, I don't like that all the guys hit on you, Q."
"I'm tired of telling you that I don't care about them." I tell him. "If I wanted any of them, why would I still be with you?"
"I know, baby." He runs a hand through his Mohawk, "I'm just afraid I'll lose you to one of those pricks that are always hitting on you."
I sigh, "You gave me a promise ring to take care of that, remember? I always show it to the guys that try to flirt with me."
He leans over to kiss me. "I hope they get message eventually."
"Uh, Gabriel invited me to a party tonight, do you wanna come?" I ask him.
"Uh, I-uh, I can't." He says. "Remember I'm almost failing on one of my classes? I got myself a tutor and we have a meeting in a couple of hours. I hope you're not upset."
"Not really." I smile softly. "You know I totally support studies and I'm really proud that you're trying not to fail."
"Yeah." He smiles then pecks me. "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Lunch?"
"Yeah, lunch would be great." I kiss him one more time before getting out of his car. "See you later."
He speeds down the road and I start walking towards the building. When I enter my room, I see my roommate, Elizabeth, reading a book by her bed.
"Hey, Quinn." She greets me without taking her eyes off of her book.
"Hey." I reply. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your date with Alex?"
"I probably should." She sighs, "If I was still going out with him."
I frown, "What do you mean? You've been waiting for this date since you met him."
"That bastard is a fucking player, Q." She says sadly, "I was going to the library to ask him where we were going so I could know what to wear and stuff, you know? But on my way there, I saw him making out with some slut."
"Really? I'm sorry, Beth." I go over to her bed and hug her.
"I was starting to really like him." She mutters. "He was so sweet, I thought he really liked me too."
"If he doesn't feel the same way about you then he's a poo head who doesn't deserve you." I tell her. "You're funny, smart and hot. What kind of guy doesn't like a girl like that? You can do much better than him."
"Thanks, Q. You're a great friend." She smiles. "Why do you still say 'poo head'? You do realize you're 21, right?"
I chuckle, "You know I don't like swearing. Drastic change of subject: do you wanna go to a party tonight?"
"It depends." She says, "Whose party is it? It's not an engineer's, is it?"
"No, it's not." I tell her, "It's Gabriel's. What's your problem with engineer's parties?"
"Well, you guys don't speak in English when you're together." I roll my eyes upon hearing this, "Plus, you're the most boring people I've ever met."
"So not true." I pout, "You're jealous that we're totally cool and funny."
"Yep, sure am." She says sarcastically. "Anyways, who's Gabriel?"
"Gabriel Sinclair." I tell her. "He's a friend of a friend of a friend of mine."
"Why would a friend of a friend of a friend of yours invite you to a party?" She frowns.
"Because this friend of a friend of a friend of mine kinda has a crush on me." I explain.
"First of all, I don't think I've ever said, or heard, the word 'friend' so many times in one single sentence." She says, "Two, how the hell do you do that? I mean, every guy that meets you, falls in love with you."
I frown, "They don't fall in love with me, they just develop a crush on me."
"And you don't dump Puckerman's ass." She says rolling her eyes. "You can have any guy you want, someone better than him."
"You know that I like him." I reply.
"You also liked that high school boyfriend of yours, Chris." She says, "You broke up with him because he had no future. Puck's just the same."
"No, he's not." I tell her. "I mean, he studies at Yale."
"Because his dad is an important politician." She says annoyed, "He's only here because of the people his dad knows and you know that. He's as stupid as a door."
"Please, don't insult him. He's my boyfriend." I say in a not so convincing tone.
"Anyways, what time is this party starting? I'm so in!" She grins. I smile at her and get out of her bed.
"It's 6:15 p.m. now." I tell her after I check my phone. "He said the party should be at full swing around 8 p.m."
"Enough time to look smokin' hot." She smirks and I shake my head, laughing. "I'll shower first." She runs to the bathroom and locks the door.
"Okay, dweeb." I put on some Debussy to play and lay on my bed to take a nap because I know she won't be getting out of the bathroom anytime soon.
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After we're both ready, we head to the party in Beth's car. She turns on the radio and we sing along to it. 15 minutes later we get to Gabriel's building. Beth parks the car and we see a lot of people in front of a gorgeous building.
"Is he rich?" Beth asks amazed as we admire the building.
"He drives a Ferrari, so yeah, he is." I reply equally amazed.
"Let's go." She pulls me by my wrist.
"How are we going in? I mean there are lots of people here." I frown. "I think we need to go to the end of that line."
"Seriously?" She asks. "Damn!"
I chuckle and head towards the end of the line.
"Quinn Fabray?" I hear someone calling me so I turn around and see a blonde guy with unusual big lips.
"Yeah." I answer confused.
"Come with me, I'll take you inside." He says. "I'm part of the security staff."
"Shouldn't I go to the end of the line?" I ask him.
"You don't have to." He says, "You're on the 'E.V.I.P' list."
"E.V.I.P.?" I repeat his words, "What is that?"
"Extra V.I.P." He explains.
"Really?" I exclaim, "You hear that, B? I'm an E.V.I.P! You still think engineers are boring?"
She rolls her eyes playfully and we start heading towards the main entrance.
"Okay, ladies." The security guy, Sam, as someone called him, says. "Just push the penthouse button and you'll arrive at your destination."
"Thanks." We say at the same time, smiling at him. He only nods in response.
After a couple of minutes, we reach the penthouse and Gabriel is standing in front of the elevator.
"Hey, Quinn." He greets me, "You remember me, right?"
"Yeah, of course I do, Gabriel." I smile, "Thanks for inviting me."
"I'm glad you came." He says softly, "Cam told me you almost never go to parties."
"Yeah, I don't have the time, you know? I have a scholarship to maintain." I smile, "This is my best friend, Elizabeth Harrison."
"Hello, Elizabeth." He extends his hand, "Gabriel Sinclair. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." She replies politely.
"Gabe!" A male voice says from behind Gabriel. "You're not going to introduce us to your friends?"
"Nathaniel." Gabriel says. "It's so good to see you, cousin."
"You're really weird." Another guy says, "You saw each other a couple of weeks ago."
"Daniel!" Gabriel says, "I missed your humor." They hug too.
"Good evening, ladies." The blonde boy with blue eyes, Nathaniel, says. "I'm Nathaniel Archibald, Gabe's cousin."
"Nate, this is Quinn Fabray and this is her friend, Elizabeth Harrison." Gabriel says, "They both study here at Yale."
"Nice to meet you, Nathaniel." I say with a smile. The way he is looking straight into my eyes makes me blush a little.
"So, Quinn, what's your major?" He asks.
"Uh, Mechanical Engineering." I say proudly.
"Impressive." He says, "We have a genius amongst us."
I blush again and only smile in response.
"What about you, Elizabeth?" Daniel asks.
"Law School." She replies with a smirk. "And you?"
"I don't study here." He says, "I'm majoring in English at NYU."
"And I'm in Columbia's Business School." Nathaniel says.
"Daniel is my cousin too, Quinn." Gabriel says, trying to join the conversation again. "He's the black ship of the family."
"Why is that?" Beth asks him.
"Our grandpa is a controlling old man." He says, "I just don't let him tell me what to do with my life."
"Bad guy, uh?" She says, obviously flirting with him.
"Daniel Humphrey? Bad guy?" Nathaniel says with a grin, "If you read one of his stories, you'll see he's a total softie."
"You write?" Elizabeth asks him and they start their own conversation.
"So, Quinn." Nathaniel starts, "Mechanical Engineering, huh? I'm really impressed."
"Thanks." I blush, "I love everything about it."
"I bet you do." He says, "You have to really love it to do all that math and physics, right?"
"Yeah." I grin, "I've always loved Math and Physics. I totally have a crush on Nikola Tesla."
"He must've been pretty cool to get you to have a crush on him." He jokes.
"He was." I say.
"Uh, Quinn." Gabriel makes another attempt to join the conversation. "Do you want me to get you a drink?"
"No, I'm fine." I politely decline.
"Okay then." He looks down for a second before his cellphone starts ringing, "It's grandpa. Excuse me."
"Damn." Nathaniel says sadly.
"What?" I ask him.
"Wanna bet ten dollars that grandpa is going to tell us to go to NY right now?" He says.
"No, thanks." I smile. "How do you know that?"
"He always does that." He says.
"Nate, we gotta head to NY." Gabriel says as he comes back. "Grandpa said that we're having dinner with the mayor."
"See? I told you." Nathaniel tells me with a grin. I see Gabriel glares at him. "Let's go then."
"I'm sorry about this, Quinn." Gabriel says apologetically, "I wanted to spend some time with you."
I almost frown but that would be too rude, "It's fine. Really."
He sighs, "I guess I'll see you around."
I nod, "Definitely." He pecks my cheek then leaves.
"I really wanted to stay here talking to you." Nathaniel says, "You're different from all the girls I've ever met."
I blush and smile because I don't know how to answer that. He grabs my hand and kisses its back.
"I really, really hope to see you soon." He says softly, his blue eyes looking at my hazel ones.
"Me too." I mutter.
"I won't ask for your number, though." He says, "Quinn Fabray, majoring in Mechanical Engineering at Yale's School of Engineering and Applied Sciences."
I chuckle, "I guess you already have a lot of information."
He nods, "Hopefully enough to find you again."
"I believe we're being kind of dramatic." I grin.
"I agree with that." He laughs, "I have to go now or else Gabriel is gonna be real pissed."
I nod and wave as he leaves.
"Interesting…" Beth starts, "You're still smiling even if he's already gone."
"I don't need to talk to you." I tell her playfully, "I'll get myself a drink. Want one?"
"Not really." She says, "Daniel is already doing that for me."
"Someone's not coming back to the dorm tonight, huh?" I say with a smirk.
"Yeah." She grins, "Take the keys to my car, just in case."
I laugh and start going to the bar.
"Hey, can I get you something to drink?" The bartender asks.
"Yeah, I'll have a coke." I smile and he frowns. "With no alcohol, please."
"You're at a college party, with free booze and you're not going to drinking alcoholic stuff?" I hear a sexy, raspy voice behind me. I turn around and see a beautiful Latina.
"I'm not really into alcohol." I tell her, "I mean, sometimes I drink beer but not very often. It's kinda disgusting but sometimes it's not. I just don't feel comfortable with drinks and stuff. I'm rambling. I'm Quinn."
She turns her head to the side and smiles, "I'm Santana."
"Nice to meet you." I smile at her, "You study at Yale?"
"Nice to meet you too." She smiles brightly, "And, yeah, I do. Are you a transfer student? No, an international student?"
I chuckle, "No, I've been here since my freshman year. I'm currently a junior."
"Really?" She asks, "I can't believe I've never saw you before. You're gorgeous."
I blush. Hard. "Thank you."
"And you're totally cute." She smiles, making me blush even more. Who is this woman and why is she making me feel like a high school girl when her crush compliments her?
"Stop making me blush." I tell her playfully.
"Why? You look even prettier." She says staring into my eyes, "And your eyes, they're really captivating."
I blush once more. Oh man, it's going to be a long night.
TBC
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So, did you like it? I hope so! Please, review and tell me what you think, I would really appreciate that! Tell me if I should keep writing it :D
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