Time. She needed more time. The alarm was ringing in her ears as she stood in the middle of the vault clad in black jeans, a black hoodie, gloves and a black beanie. She grabbed the jewels that had previously been in a secure glass case; put them in the pouch she was carrying in her pocket and ran for the exit. She knew in a matter of minutes, or even seconds, the place would be surrounded with armed security guards and police officers. If she didn't get out now she would be done for.

*1 month earlier.*

"So, Miss Berry what do you think?"

"It's lovely. I'll take it!"

"Excellent."

Rachel Berry had just purchased her first home in The Hamptons. It was a beautiful large beach house with a front door that opened up into the living room. A cream sofa set surrounded a roaring fire that would be needed this time of year. Mounted on the wall above the fire was a 50" TV. The living room lead into the open plan kitchen and dining area with a large counter island that Rachel Berry, an avid cook, would surely put to good use. The dining room held a modest 6 seat table and behind that was a door leading to the last room on the ground floor, the study. In the study the walls were lined with bookshelves stacked to the top with books that Rachel would come to read many of. She was an avid reader; she loved to emerge herself into a world much more entertaining and creative than her own. Upstairs there were 3 bedrooms, the main bedroom which was en-suite and 2 which would be guest bedrooms as well as a main bathroom.

That afternoon as Rachel was unpacking her belongings there was a knock on the front door. She ran down the stairs wondering who it could be as she didn't know anyone in the neighbourhood yet.

Opening the door she came face to face with a beautiful young blonde around the age of 22, the same age as herself. She had shoulder length choppy hair and was wearing skin tight blue jeans, an oversized band tee and black combat boots. She looked nothing like the people Rachel expected to see in The Hamptons.

"Hi..." Rachel said to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Quinn. Fabray. Um...Quinn Fabray." The blonde stuttered.

"Hello Quinn, it's nice to meet you. Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh. Yea. No, sorry. I just noticed this house had been sold so I thought I'd come and welcome you to the neighbourhood."

"That's very nice of you, Quinn. I'm Rachel Berry. Would you like to come in for some coffee or something? It's quite chilly out here."

"Sure, thank you."

Once Rachel poured the coffee for herself and Quinn she led them back through to the living room. They sat on the sofas across from the fire, it had just started snowing outside, Rachel noticed.

"So where do you live? You don't look like the people I imagined living around here. I don't mean any offence by that because, I mean, you look great. Very...unique."

Letting out a laugh Quinn replied, "I just live next door in that huge house. It's just me, my mum and dad. It's way too big for the 3 of us but it's home. And yea, I don't want to dress prim and proper like everyone else around here just to fit in. I like to wear what I feel comfortable in and clothes that show who I am."

"That's very admirable Quinn. So...Who are you?"

Quinn let out another laugh, "nice try Rachel, you'll find out in time. I have to go to go now I have work in half an hour but I'll see you around though, yea?" The blonde looked hopeful to Rachel.

"Yes, of course. I'll show you out."

Rachel placed her coffee mug on the side table and took Quinn's from her and did the same. Quinn stopped at the door and turned to give Rachel a hug.

"It was very nice meeting you Rachel."

"You too, Quinn.

That night when Rachel was done unpacking she sat down in bed and thought about her day. 'I think I'm going to like it here. I seem to have made a friend already and as long as everyone else is as nice as her I'm sure I'll make some more.' With that she switched off her bedside lamp and went to sleep.

I'm not sure if this is any good. Let me know if you would like me to continue it or not. :)