A/N: Hi! This is my new fic, Starting Again in Nashville. Endgame is most likely Fabrevans, and the other glee club members will most likely not play a role in this story. Let me know what you think!
"Mom, I'm not going to magically be okay with moving just because I get my own room. If you hadn't noticed, I had my own room in Lima, and I actually liked Lima, as nauseous as that makes me to say."
Quinn crossed her arms and leaned against the moving van, frustrated. After her mom caught her dad cheating with some 'tattooed freak', and Quinn had a pregnancy scare with the town bad boy, she made the executive decision to move to Nashville, Tennessee, without consulting Quinn at all.
"Quinnie, give it a shot. You were the one who said you didn't want to live with your father. Not that I blame you, with that whore promising to always be around, pardon my language."
"Mom, I'm going inside. Where's my room." She propped herself up and stood straight, waiting for directions then following them.
Up the stairs, to the right, only door on the left. The room across from it was her very own private bathroom! How exciting; her mom definitely seemed to think so.
Quinn's furniture was already set up, and boxes her mom had packed labeled 'QUINNIE' were scattered in no apparent order.
She sighed before taking out her pocketknife and cutting the tape on the first of many boxes.
On the top was a pristine white box that she knew contained her Cheerios uniform; it was like rubbing salt in a fresh wound. Quinn had ended her sophomore year captain of the Cheerios, with a Nationals trophy under her belt.
Even more reason to hate her mother for making her move to Nashville. The coldest it ever got there was 40 degrees!
Quinn lifted the box and trophy out of the moving piles and settled in under her bed. She had no use for it now.
Underneath those was her bedding, a puffy, light green comforter with little matching cloth buttons on the bottom, making her name.
Quinn sighed in relief and made up her bed, smoothing out the sheets when she was done and looking up, out the window.
She was on the second story, and her bed was pushed up against the window, so she crawled across it and glanced around the neighborhood, settling on her mother in the front yard. She was making frantic hand gestures, and Quinn had to laugh. The poor movers frankly looked scared.
She didn't know why she glanced up, but she did and she saw movement. Quinn jumped when she saw the boy in the house opposite her through both of their windows. He had been staring at her, but when she looked up he tried to turn around, and tripped over something that she couldn't see.
Quinn laughed despite herself; she was supposed to be angry, there was a peeping tom across the street from her, but in all actuality, she found it kind of cute. It helped that he fell over.
She watched as he stood up and mussed the back of his hair sheepishly with one hand, and glanced back over at her.
Quinn looked down, embarrassed at having been caught staring, even though he had been staring first. She glanced back up at him, and saw him pointing at the road.
She shrugged, confused, and he rolled his eyes, then looked for something in his room before holding up a sketchbook and extra-thick black sharpie and writing something.
MEET AT THE ROAD?
Quinn smiled and nodded, picking up her sandals from where she had kicked them off and bounding down the stairs.
"Quinnie! I'm so glad you came back down." Her mom held up her hands.
Quinn glared, her anger not so quickly forgotten. "I'm still angry with you."
She glanced nonchalantly at the house across the street, and was pleased to see the boy come outside, followed by two little kids and what appeared to be his parents. He looked embarrassed.
Quinn bounced over to them. "Hi, my name is Quinn." She held her hand out, waiting for somebody to shake it.
To her surprise, it was the little boy who reached first, and gripped her hand firmly. "I'm Stevie. It's a pleasure." Quinn must have looked shocked, because the woman laughed.
"I'm Mary, this is my husband Dwight and our children Stacey and Sam. You've already met Stevie."
"My mother, over there, is named Judy." The woman in question was busy directing movers, and hadn't noticed the visitors.
"So, are you willing to tell us why my son came stomping down the stairs in such a rush? How ever did he know you were here?" Dwight asked her, a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Quinn raised her eyebrow at the boy-Sam, who was shaking his head, and smirked. "I caught him staring into my window."
Mary gasped, appalled. "My son? A peeping tom? I don't know where he gets these traits. It's not from my side of the family." She turned to Sam, glared at him, and then looked back at Quinn. "I can assure you dear, it won't be happening again."
"It's no big deal really. I mean, if I had been changing I would be a bit concerned, but I was just sitting on my bed, looking around the street."
Sam, who still hadn't spoken, was wringing his hands, not looking anybody in the eye.
"Samuel Evans, you apologize to this young girl!" Mary smacked him lightly with her purse.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, I'm sorry…Quinn?" He met her eye and she smiled, prompting him to smile back.
"Like I said, it's not a big deal. If you want to make it up to me, though, you can come upstairs and help me unpack?" She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I mean, my mom and the movers packed some of the boxes really full, so they're heavy. If you're busy I understand."
"No, no. He's not busy." Mary pushed at her elder son's arm. "Go help the girl unpack, young man. And don't try to pull anything!"
"Thank you. It was lovely meeting all of you." Quinn waved as they left, then led Sam up to her bedroom.