Author's note: So this is just a little idea that's been in my head for a while and I've had some trouble trying to get it down in words. I like this version the best though, so please let me know what you think. Your input is very much appreciated.


The first day of school is always the most important. Well, at least that's what Quinn thought when she walked through the gates of Morse in search of her dorm. Everyone makes their first impression of you on this day; they judge you by how you talk, how you dress, how you walk. She needed a new start. Back home, Quinn had screwed up so much and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone ruin Yale for her. After four years of turmoil, she had kept her promise to herself and had made it out, out of Lima, out of Ohio. As she trudged up the stairs to her room she accidentally dropped one of the boxes she was holding down the stairs. Silently cursing herself for telling her mom that she was more than capable of moving herself in, she set down her other boxes and suitcase and went to go pick up the fallen box. When she was halfway down the stairs, a girl swooped in out of nowhere and scooped up the box before turning to Quinn.

"Hey, is this yours?" said the girl as she handed the box to Quinn. Quinn could not help but be captivated by her piercing grey eyes; that and her extremely toned legs that were easily apparent due to her exceptionally short shorts.

"Hey..um.. yea it is. Thanks um...," stuttered Quinn.

"Brooke, my name's Brooke. It's nice to meet you...?" said Brooke questioningly while holding out her hand to Quinn.

"Quinn. Are you a freshmen too? " asked Quinn, grasping Brooke's hand and shaking it lightly.

"Sophomore, but I'm here helping move people in and by the looks of it, I think you could use some help," offered Brooke.

"You thought correctly then; your help would be very much appreciated," replied Quinn.

Together, the two girls easily reduced Quinn's moving in time and were in front of her room in no time.

"Well, I guess this is where we part ways, Quinn. I hope to see you around campus," said Brooke as she placed the boxes she was holding on the ground.

"Me too. Thanks again and have fun helping other unfortunate souls," Quinn responded with a slight chuckle.

Brooke turned around and was at top of the stairs before she ran back to where Quinn was standing.

"Actually wait, here's my number just in case you need any sage advice," said Brooke with wink. "I'll see you later, Quinn."

And with that, she left.

Something about Brooke's reply irked Quinn; it seemed slightly flirtatious. She pushed the thought from her mind and concentrated on the more pressing matter at hand: unpacking. First, she hung up all her clothes which mostly consisted of dresses and cardigans with the occasional sweats. Next, she arranged all her supplies on her desk and placed the few books she brought with her on the shelf. All in all, she hadn't brought much because she knew she would be back home for Thanksgiving and she could get anything else she needed then. After she was convinced that everything was in its proper place, she jumped into her new bed and breathed in the smell of her new life. Granted, it smelled a bit musty and she made a mental note to buy some air fresheners as soon as possible. If she was honest to herself, she would admit that a small part of her ached to be back home where everything was so familiar, but high school had passed and now was the time to grow up and find her place in the world. Internally groaning, she rolled off the bed and began writing down a plan for the rest of the day. Upon getting into Yale, she had only gone to visit once, so she was still unfamiliar with the campus. Alright, head up Fabray she thought to herself, it's time to go make an impression. Those Yale kids will never know what hit them.

After deeming herself suitable for the public eye, Quinn left her room and headed towards the main part of campus where a bunch of clubs had booths set up. While she was checking out the acapella groups Yale had to offer, Quinn became aware of a presence standing next to her. Spinning around, she came face to face with Brooke once again.

"Fancy seeing you here, Quinn," smirked Brooke.

"Are you stalking me or something?" Quinn asked bluntly with perhaps a bit more menace than she meant too.

Brooke looked slightly taken aback, but her friendly demeanor did not change whatsoever.

"Funny, but no. I'm actually part of Mixed Company and I promised to help out at the booth after I was done helping freshmen move in," said Brooke casually.

"Wait, you sing?" asked Quinn in disbelief. "I didn't really take you for the singing type."

"I could say the same for you, but I've learned not to judge a book by its cover long ago," replied Brooke.

"I'm sorry. I know I can be a bitch sometimes; it's a defense mechanism," said Quinn.

"It's alright. I understand. You're in a new place and you're still trying to get comfortable," said Brooke. "You can make it up to me by having dinner with me."

"Sure, I guess. I really want to check out the campus more, so I can meet you wherever after I'm done," answered Quinn.

"Deal. Meet me at Davenport at 7. It's not too far from Morse, but call me if you need directions," stated Brooke.

"Alright, Brooke. I'll see you then," agreed Quinn.


Quinn arrived at the Davenport gate around 6:30. She hadn't gotten there early on purpose, but had finished her tour a little earlier than expected. Seeing that she had some time to kill, she decided to head over to the off Broadway theater near Davenport. If there was one thing that she missed dearly about her former life, it was performing on a stage among the people she loved. One of her biggest regrets was that she had never had the chance to properly thank all of them and had left rather hastily for college. There was something about Lima that both scared her and invigorated her. It was a rather strange feelings. So many mistakes had been made there and yet so many good changes had come to pass there as well. She had dropped the bitch, well, sort of; some habits are harder to break than others. She had learned to open up to people and she had learned to care about someone other than himself. Sighing to herself, she knew that now would not be the best time to have dinner with Brooke. She was tired from the whirlwind of college and her homesickness wasn't helping at all; so she pulled her phone and the piece of paper containing Brooke's number out of her pocket. The phone only rung twice before Brooke picked up.

"Hello?" Brooke asked hesitantly.

"Hey, Brooke; it's Quinn. Could I possibly get a rain check for today? I'm exhausted from today and I want to give you my full undivided attention when we have dinner," explained Quinn. "I'm so sorry for having to cancel on you."

"Don't worry about it, Quinn. I probably would've asked for a rain check too if I was in your position. Another time sounds fine. Anyway, I should probably go eat, so I'll talk to you later. Bye."

And with that, Brooke hung up. Quinn sighed to herself and shook her head lightly; she had probably just pissed off the one friend she had made today. Things were definitely starting off well for her.