Prologue,

Quinn steps into the room with her head held high despite the unflattering orange jumpsuit she is forced to wear and the shackles binding her hands together before her. She scans the faces in the room with cold indifference before her eyes settle on the solitary metal chair bolted to the floor in the centre of the room, the guard behind her roughly shoves her further into the room. Quinn pretends she never feels a thing and never let's her cool façade drop for a second as she slowly walks forward before taking a seat in the metal chair, she turns her attention to the five people before her.

Unimpressed the man seated in the middle clears his throat and turns his attention to the the file before him. "Quinn Fabray, aged 24, served 6 years 8 months of a 7 year sentence for four counts of armed robbery, two counts of possession of an illegal substance, possession of an illegal firearm, assault and resisting arrest"

He looks up at the girl in question who is sporting the same bored expression since she walked in before continuing. "You have no family, mother deceased and father serving a life sentence in a federal prison. No siblings"

He pauses as she turn the page on her very thick file. "Very colourful juvenile record. Drugs, fighting, stealing, grand theft auto".

Another page turn. "Your prison record is no better. Countless fights with both inmates and officers, numerous dirty urines although you have never been caught in possession of any illegal substances. Even an suspected involvement in a stabbing of another inmate"

He finally turns his attention to the blonde before him. "Tell me Quinn, why should we release you?"

Quinn has always had issues with authority figures and having her freedom on the line makes no difference, having done this song and dance two times previously, she measures up the man coolly before responding, the hint of a smirk on her lips. "Fuck you".

If the man is shocked by her response he doesn't show it. "Normally someone with your record and… Attitude would be refused parole, however you will be released in four months regardless and with the fact that you have been incarcerated since before your 18th birthday we feel it would be beneficial to the community to have you under supervision for the remainder of your sentence. Any objections?"

He pauses to regard his colleagues who voice no objection. "Parole granted, you will be notified when suitable accommodation has been found and released in the next few weeks, you are dismissed".

The man goes back to his paperwork as if Quinn never existed as the guard behind her grabs her shoulder and jerks the shocked women to her feet. Regaining her composure Quinn jerks away from the guard and makes her way out of the room with the officer following closely behind. Quinn walks through the halls that have been her home for the past seven years (Hell, probably more of a home than anywhere else she has lived in her life) in a daze barely daring to believe that she is finally at the end.

She is awoken from her reprieve by the loud jingling of keys followed by the bang of the thick prison gfe opening allowing her access to block D's exercise yard. Quinn ignores the guard as he removes her shackles and walks through the gate like she owns the yard, as the gate closes heavily behind her.

It isn't long before Quinn is waylaid by her cellmate/best friend and confidant for the past five years, Santana Lopez. A hard assed (but deep down soft hearted) criminal with ties to the Latin Kings in NYC. The abrasive latina throws her arms around her blonde cellmates shoulders as they walk through the yard. "So what's the verdict Q?"

Quinn, never being one for public displays of affection, shrugs off the latinas arms before replying. "They're actually letting me out. They reckon a few weeks and I'll be seeing the last of this shit hole".

"And here I was thinking I was gunna have to wait another four months for your lily white ass. I'd have owned New York by then" Santana replies.

The blonde smiles at her friends attitude. With the Latina's lack of foresight and temper issues Quinn highly doubts Santana would own anything without her calculated level headedness to balance her out. "Sure you would S, not a doubt in the world. Common let's go see what gourmet dish they have for us tonight".

Two days later and Santana is released having finished her entire sentence. The girls say goodbye knowing in a couple of weeks they will be reunited. The following week the parole board inform Quinn that a small studio apartment has been found for her and her release is set for 3 days later.

It's a sunny Wednesday morning when Quinn is released from custody. The backpack strapped over her shoulders containing a few changes of clothes, sadly, her only possessions. As planned Santana is waiting for her in an old brown beat up Honda. Getting into the passenger seat and accepting the cigarette Santana offers her she tells her friend "what are you waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here"

With a smile she lights the cigarette, conflicting emotions inside her, as they drive away from what has been her home for such a long time. "Fuck yea, NYC won't knows what hit 'em".

Just a small preview. Let me know if you think I should continue. Oh and I'm looking for a beta reader so let me know if your interested.

Until next time :-D