A/N: This is my first fanfic I've posted.. Take it easy on me, and review! I'd like motivation to post more.. Thanks! x


"Yes, mother. Yes, I know it was harder for you when you were my age. Mom, how could you say that?!" Quinn practically yelled into the phone outside her new apartment door. "I was stupid and sixteen, ok? Yeah, I know it doesn't make it ok. Yeah, ok. Bye." She slammed her phone shut and sat on the few steps that led to her little porch. She hid her face in her hands and tried to calm herself before going inside. She was sure her roommate would already be there considering how late she was.

Spencer stood on the other side of the door, both curious and worried. She hadn't even formally met her roommate and could tell she may not really be up for the whole 'getting to know each other' bit tonight. Unable to contain her curiosity, she moved towards the door and opened it. "Quinn?" Spencer looked down at the blonde. She was now kneeling over a box full of pictures, staring at a picture of her, a guy with a mohawk, and an adorable baby. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears as she stood up to introduce herself.

"Hi, you must be Spencer," she smiled warmly and offered her hand. "Sorry, my day has been a bit hectic with moving and all." She grabbed the box and wiped a single tear from her cheek and followed Spencer into the apartment. She put the box down in what would be her new room and continued to get more boxes from her car. "Need some help?" Spencer asked and followed Quinn to her car without an answer. She helped unload Quinn's car and they were done within ten minutes.

"Thanks," Quinn smiled as her closed the apartment door and set the last box down. "Do you want to grab some dinner? I haven't eaten all day." "Yeah, good idea. Can I shower first? I've been moving stuff all day." She laughed and started rummaging through a drawer. She was so organized. Everything of hers was already unpacked and put away. "Sure, sounds good." Quinn smiled. Spencer made her way toward the bathroom and Quinn sat down on the couch. She could hear the shower start-up and, as if on cue, her laptop started ringing with the familiar Skype tone. She grabbed it and accepted the call eagerly. Finally, something could be good about today!