Title: Finding Innocence

Summary: Rachel is in her second year of college. She is very organized and ready to be something great. Her new roommate is one odd, wild but innocent, Quinn Fabray. Who new that this new person Rachel meets could change her whole life.

Notes: I had a dream about this last night, and I couldn't stop thinking about it!

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn friendship (maybe it will turn into something more)

Warning: Nothing yet..

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee or anything of its characters. They all belong to Ryan Murphy and the other wonderful people who work on the show!

Rachel sighed as she made her way up to her apartment building. It had been a long day of looking for work around New York City. She had been especially anxious to get the day over with because of the fact that she would be meeting her new roommate upon her arrival home. As her apartment building came into view she felt the nervousness tie up in her stomach again, she hadn't lived with anyone her first year of college, she wasn't very good with the social things. Not to mention the fact that she had only talked to this girl over the phone once and new really nothing about her, but, she said she wouldn't murder the poor unsuspecting brunette in the middle of the night, that was enough for Rachel. She parked her old and totally "not-Rachel" truck on the curb and shut the deafening engine off. The "Thing" as Rachel liked to call it, was a hand-me-down from her grandparents, it was made in the 1960's. she took her time in getting out of the vehicle, actually spending quite a few minutes in the safety of her car before she ventured in to her now "party of two" house hold.

"Pull yourself together Rach, you're not afraid of anything. There really isn't anything to be afraid of… right? Right," she talked to herself, something she did quite often. After her half-ass pep talk she basically shoved her tan legs out of the car and walked a shaky journey to the front door.

Inside there were three doors surrounding a rather small landing. To the left of the entry door was Rachel's best friends Kurt and Blaine's apartment. To the right was the landlord Artie, limited to a wheelchair and extremely young to be the owner of an apartment building, small as it may be. He was in Rachel's grade, sophomore in college. The same age as Kurt and Blaine, and now apparently the new girl. The four of them had formed a nearly inseparable bond, which was one of the reasons the brunette was uneasy about the extra individual entering in her little life. For one thing, she didn't want the poor thing to feel like an extra wheel, not that anyone was going to be unwelcoming, but most importantly, she didn't want anything messed up in her perfect world. Rachel didn't do well with change. She took a big breath and huffed it out, resisting the temptation to run into the safety of the left apartment, and went through the middle door.

Rachel's apartment was simple enough. A narrow staircase a few feet in front of the door lead up to the family room and kitchen. Some things the brunette liked about the apartment building were the very high ceilings and big windows, the family room and kitchen were combined, making a big open area. Once at the top of the staircase, you were in the TV room, and just one step up at the far end of the room, you were in the kitchen. To the right side of the family room, were two doors. They were two identical rooms, one for Rachel and one for the new girl. And another door on the right side was the bathroom. There wasn't much to it; Rachel's liked it that way.

Rachel examined her surroundings as she quietly opened and shut the door. She didn't hear anything but saw a colorful pair of rain boats that definitely didn't belong to her next to her Uggs just before the staircase leading up. At the silence, Rachel gained more confidence and made her way up the stairs. The big room was empty. It smelled faintly like vanilla, something that didn't come from Rachel's strawberry scent. There was a napkin on the wooden eating table for Rachel to read. It said "Hi Rachel, I dropped my stuff off here like you told me two. I have some things I need to take care and should be back later tonight. Thanks again for everything. And the house is really pretty! X Quinn." It was written in loopy half print half cursive writing. 'Quinn, that's her name.' Rachel remembered, thankful that she wouldn't have to ask. Because apparently, Quinn didn't forget her name. She couldn't decide if she was happy, or upset that the girl wasn't yet there, so she decided that she was indifferent about it.

She looked around the apartment again, admiring her near sparkling surroundings. She had been up late the night before cleaning every inch of every room in anticipation. It was something she loved to do; being neat was one of Rachel's reasons for existence. Her eyes landed on the door to Quinn's room, it was cracked slightly open and just so annoying to Rachel's curiousness. Giving in, she made her way over to the room and pushed it open a bit more. It was her apartment first, she should have visitation rights. So, why did she feel so weird standing in the door frame of her new roommates bedroom. There was a lot of purple, Rachel noticed, and the vanilla smell was much stronger. Just as Rachel was about to venture in, a firm nock sounded from her front door, causing her to yelp. Clutching her hand to her heart she reminded herself that Quinn had a key and she told her told her to use it. She ran to the door and peeped through the eyehole, she frowned. It was Blaine. She whipped the door open.

"Use your key dammit!" She growled at him, grabbing the shirt above his sternum and ripping him violently through the threshold and up the stairs. Blaine ignored her over dramatic ways and peered around the apartment.

"Is she here?" He whispered.

"Not yet, look," she handed him the napkin.

"She has some 'things' to take care of? Vague much?" he said after reading it.

"Well, I don't know, what's the worst she could be doing? She is probably just picking some other things up or something," Rachel said, telling herself more than anyone else.

"Has the girl set up her room yet?" the dark haired boy asked, making his way over to the open-doored room.

"Quinn," Rachel corrected, "And, not really," she came up behind him, looking at the scene; another wave of panic flew through her. It was as if every time she looked at a piece of evidence that Quinn was in fact moving in, she just got more and more nervous about the idea.

"Quinn likes purple," Blaine stated. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to make these stupid judgments when you meet her?"

"You know me Rach, I just process things out loud," he said. The brunette scoffed

"No, you judge out loud," she sighed, making her way into the kitchen. "What time is it anyway?" she asked.

"Seven twenty four, twenty five actually," the dark haired boy replied, sitting himself down at the table island. "Are you anxious?"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Cause,"

"Cause why?"

"Ah! Blaine! I don't know maybe because a person I have never met before is moving in with me!" she yelled, the drama queen in her becoming prominent. Blaine, again, ignored it. He was very good at ignoring the drama queens in his life, a.k.a. Rachel and Kurt. So, instead of supplying a comforting answer which he knew wouldn't have worked, he just sniffed the air.

"Smells like vanilla," he said. Rachel sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was trying to remember what she was doing before Blaine had upset her dramatic nerves. 'Coffee, right.'

"Do you want coffee?"

"Sure,"

They sat in a comfortable silence while Rachel bustled around the kitchen. They were good for each other, Blaine sat back and let Rachel do her thing when she got into one of her upset moods, and Rachel didn't hold grudges to Blaine's judgmental quips and snarky outbursts. When Rachel was becoming antsy, she liked to have Blaine there, his presence calmed her down. When Blaine was feeling down, he liked to have Rachel there to cheer him up. It worked for some reason.

"Where is Kurt?" She asked when she sat down, a cup of coffee cradled in her hands.

"He is preoccupied with some Madonna auction online, he said he would cut off my eyebrows if I tried to take his attention away again," Blaine answered, almost wincing at the thought. Rachel's eyes widened and she sat up a little straighter at the mention of Madonna, but she resisted the urge to climb onto her computer and kick Kurt's ass at bidding. She just smiled instead.

"Blaine, you love Madonna, how come you're not in on it?" She asked.

"Remember the last time I almost beat Kurt? At buying the first official copy of the Wicked script?" He clutched onto his coffee cup, "I almost needed stiches!" he yelled. Rachel giggled.

"And who was the on to actually buy the script?" she asked evilly. Blaine sighed in obviously envy and eyed the framed script that hung up on Rachel's wall.

"Whatever," he said dismissively. Rachel laughed again. "I thought she was going to be here when you got home today," he said. The brunette shrugged.

"She was,"

"Are you upset that she isn't or happy?"

"I've uhh, decided that I was indifferent about it,"

There was a sound below, something had crashed. Then there was a frustrated yell, and another crash. Rachel bit her cheeks really hard to not laugh at Blaine's face. The yell sounded like Kurt and Blaine had jumped up to go see what was the matter.

"I gotta go!" he threw over his shoulder. Then the door was closed. And Rachel was left in a vanilla scented silence with two coffee cups to clean and worry gnawing at her stomach.

Its not Beta'd so mistakes are mine guys =/. Yeah so if you guys could tell me if this is worth continuing, I might add another chapter anyways. But it would be great if you could REVIEW and tell me what you think! :)