Quinn's POV:

Ugh. Art camp. Not that I don't like art, I do, it's just that I'd rather be spending my Spring Break at home, not at some art camp. But my mom made me-she didn't want me to sit around all day doing nothing. I begged her to not sign me up, promising I'd do something more productive over break, but she didn't buy it. Now here I am, sitting on a bus going towards Lima, Ohio. I mean, Lima, really? I didn't get why my mom would send me to some art camp in the middle of nowhere, when there were perfectly good art camps in Iowa, but who gets moms anyways? Besides, it was only a 2-hour bus ride from home, and the camp was cheaper in Ohio. Apparently, it also had better teachers than back at home in Iowa.

"Next stop: Project SmARTs in Lima, Ohio," the bus driver announced. I rolled my eyes at the art camp's name and stood up, pulling my suitcase behind me as I walked toward the front of the bus. Looking out the window, I saw a plain white building sitting on a stretch of open land. Its roofs were painted red-orange and it sparkled under the afternoon sun. Behind the building was a large, crystal-blue lake, surrounded by patches of pine trees and blades of grass. I reluctantly admitted that the camp looked prettier than I thought. Just the view from the bus window would make the perfect painting. The way the sun hit the roofs and casted shadows upon the white walls of the building was beautiful. Maybe later I could come out here and paint this view. Still, I refused to enjoy this camp. There was no way I would let my mom know that she was right.

As the bus stopped, I thanked the driver and walked slowly toward the camp. It was a quarter after one, and I was supposed to arrive at 2 P.M. for orientation, so I figured I had time to spare. I followed a trail that led up to a sign that read, "Orientation for Project SmARTs in the Main Gym." Looking up, I spotted a tall room to the left side of the main building that was obviously the gym. Rolling my suitcase behind me, I entered it, finding a large open room with bleachers on each of the four sides. The floor was painted to look like a basketball court, but I couldn't see any basketball hoops. The words "Project SmARTs" were painted along one of the walls above the bleachers in blue and silver. The room was empty, but I figured it was because I was so early.

"Hi, you must be here for orientation for Project SmARTs?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I snapped back into reality.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I am," I replied to the lady who had spoken to me. She was sitting at a table to my left, facing the doorway. I had totally missed it coming in. "Sorry, I didn't see you." I tried for my best innocent smile and went over to the table.

"No problems, sweetie. What's your name?" she asked.

"Quinn. Quinn Fabray," I answered. The lady looked down at the papers in front of her and highlighted my name. She handed me a couple sheets of paper, too.

"Well, welcome to Project SmARTs, Quinn. You are actually the only person from out of town in this spring camp."

I groaned. The lady chuckled.

"Don't worry, sweetie. People from Lima are pretty nice, you'll see. Anyways, I need you to write your name on this sticker and stick to your suitcase. It will be delivered to your cabin, so you can just leave it here." I did as she told me and handed my black suitcase over to her. She set it on a cart and sat back down on her seat, smiling up at me. "Orientation starts at 2, so you have some time till then. You can sit on the bleachers and wait, or you can go outside and walk around a bit. Whatever you want, sweetie."

"Ok. I'll go outside and come back. Thanks!" I waved to her as I walked out of the gym. She waved back.

Outside, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and sent my mom a text letting her know I had arrived safely. The air was warm and humid, but the wind made it cold. Shivering, I pulled my jean jacket closer to my body and sat on a bench under the sun, trying my best to warm up. I played some games on my phone, checked my Facebook and Instagram, and started texting some friends back home. I yawned, bored. I knew it was going to be a long Spring Break.

Looking down, I read some of the papers the lady had given to me. They talked about rules and consequences and what Project SmARTs was about. Apparently, the camp was divided into 4 teams: the artists, the dancers, the actors, and the musicians. Of course, I was in the art team. Throughout the week, we were going to be learning about either art, dance, acting, or music, and at the end, we were going to have a showcase, showing off our best work. There were going to be professional judges and scouts there, and the top 3 winners from each of the teams would compete against each other for two $5,000 dollar scholarships. Reading that bit caught my eye. Maybe that was why my mom sent me here. I had never been to an art competition before. This would be a good experience for me. Maybe this art camp won't be as bad as I thought...

The sounds of other people talking and suitcases being rolled on the ground awoke me from my thoughts. I looked at my phone. It was almost two.

Standing up, I heaved a sigh. Time to start the boredom. I walked past a large group of kids, keeping my eyes on the ground. They were obviously from Lima and knew each other, so I didn't bother trying to talk to them. Back home, I was the HBIC of my school, but around people I didn't know, my inner Lucy came out and I became pretty shy.

"Hey, who's she?" I heard some guy whisper.

"I don't know, but she's hot," some other guy whistled. The entire group laughed and I felt myself blushing. I rolled my eyes at the comment, but I pretended not to notice them as I walked into the gym. Inside, there were more groups of kids standing around, all from Lima. I hadn't expected this many people to be here. They all looked like high schoolers, and they were scattered all over the place: along the gym floor, outside, and among the bleachers.

A bell rang, signaling the start of the orientation. I made my way to one side of the bleachers, trying to find a seat before they all filled up. I found a a seat about halfway up the north side of the gym. Sitting down, I noticed a pretty brunette on my right. She was busily talking to another blonde next to her. She had long, black hair and tan skin. Her shorts showed off her long, toned legs that made me want to-

Wait, what? I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. Was it getting hot in here?

But before I could dwell any longer on my thoughts, the crowd had settled and the lady that had first greeted me was standing in the center of the gym.

"Welcome!" she said into her microphone, making sure to address all four sides of the gym. "Welcome to another year at Project SmARTs!" The crowd cheered loudly. I just sat there and kept to myself. I didn't catch the rest of what the lady was saying because I was too busy staring at the beautiful Latina next to me. Seriously, she was so pretty. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The Latina had linked pinkies with the girl on her other side. Oddly, I felt a little jealous of the other blonde next to her, but I quickly pushed those thoughts away. I pretended to listen to the lady talking while I kept stealing glances at the Latina beauty. Wait, why am I acting like this? I'm not even...

Suddenly, the girl stopped talking to her friend and turned around to stare at me. She looked at me straight in the eyes, and I noticed how warm her chocolate brown eyes were. Then I realized she must have caught me staring at her, and I blushed under her intense gaze, looking down at my lap. She continued to study me for a minute, and I felt myself growing hotter and hotter with every second that passed. Finally, she turned around and continued her conversation with her friend. I let out a breath that I hadn't noticed I had been holding. I took another deep breath, trying to calm my beating heart. What was this girl doing to me?

"All right guys! Outside you will meet your counselors and your cabin leaders for this spring! Artists to the right, then Dancers, then Actors, and Musicians to the left! Go!" The lady ran out the door, trying to escape the stampede that was already forming. I stayed back in my seat, watching the crowd trying to squeeze through the double doors. I rolled my eyes. It seemed like I'd be sitting for awhile before the crowd thinned out.

The two girls next to me seemed to be thinking the same thing. They continued talking while everyone else scrambled out of their seats, trying to be the first ones out the door. After a few minutes, the Latina turned around and stared at me again. I tried to look anywhere but at her, embarrassed at how she was staring at me. Finally, the girl noticed how red I was turning and she decided to break the ice.

"So, you're new?" the brunette asked. I turned my head towards her, getting lost in her mocha eyes, and nodded.

"How'd you know?" I wondered.

"Well, Lima is pretty small. I know most of the people here, and I would definitely have gotten to know a pretty girl like you if you lived here," the brunette said with a shrug of her shoulders. I blushed at her compliment, but the girl didn't seem to notice. She continued talking.

"I'm Santana. This is Brittany," the Latina pointed to the other blonde whose pinkies she had linked with. Brittany smiled.

"Quinn," I smiled back and nodded at the two girls.

"So, Quinn, where you from?" Brittany asked.

"Iowa."

"Iowa? That's random," Santana smirked. I just shrugged.

"So Quinn, what are you? An actress? You look pretty enough to be one," Santana winked. I felt myself growing hot at her flirting. My heart raced and my palms felt sweaty. I kind of liked how flirty how Santana was.

Wait, what? Did I kind of like Santana? No, I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts...Ugh. Shaking myself free of my confusing thoughts, I smiled at Santana.

"Thanks, but no, I'm an artist," I winked back at Santana. I just couldn't help it. That girl was something special.

Santana's eyes lit up at my response. "Me too! Brittany here is a dancer, though." Brittany nodded and smiled. She looked down.

"Hey Sannie, there's barely anyone now. Let's go!" Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her down the bleachers. "Coming, Quinn?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah," I smiled. I was glad to have made friends so fast. I had expected this break to be as boring as shit. But with Santana and Brittany, my Spring Break looked pretty bright. Especially that Santana girl...

Santana, Brittany, and I exited the gym. Outside, the sun was hot and bright, totally opposite the cold, damp gym we were just in. I followed Santana and Brittany to where the other campers were waiting. Santana kissed Brittany's cheek as Brittany left to go to the Dancers group. As I watched them, I immediately felt jealous of Brittany, which was weird since I barely knew Santana and I wasn't into girls, anyway. Or was I? It was all so confusing, so I just decided to ignore my feelings. Now wasn't the time.

"What?" Santana asked. She was looking at me with a questioning look on her face. I realized that she had caught me staring at her. Again.

"Oh, nothing," I shrugged it off. She nodded and we walked together toward the Artist group. The counselor was already saying something.

"Hey guys! Welcome to Project SmARTs! My name is Riley, and I'll be your Artist counselor this spring! We have a huge group this year, so let's get started. We have 8 cabin leaders: Ivan, James, Julia, Taylor, Lucinda, Christine, Courtney, and Selena. Each cabin has 5 rooms: 3 bedrooms, a living room, and a bathroom. There will be two people per room, so a total of 6 per cabin. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner is served in the cafeteria, and there's a 24 hour ice cream and pizza bar in there." There were many cheers at this revelation. Santana and I shared a knowing smile. Riley kept going. "Girls will bunk with girls, and guys with guys, obviously. Curfew is 10:30, no exceptions. Classes are everyday starting Monday, which is tomorrow, from 9-12. Then a one-hour lunch break. Then more classes from 1-4. The rest of the day is yours. We've got a lake out in the back, too. Okay, so those are the ground rules. Now, let's break you off into your cabins..."

The cabin leaders started naming off people from their lists. The first two cabins were all-boys. I was surprised that so many guys actually showed up to an art camp like this. But then again, Lima itself was a surprise.

Julia, the third cabin leader, stepped forward and starting listing off her names.

"Tina, Madison, Santana, Safa, Quinn, and Reena!" Santana turned and beamed at me when she heard both of our names. She gave me a high five.

"Awesome! You and me are tots bunking together," Santana said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Did you just say 'tots'?"

"Hell yeah I did!"

I just rolled my eyes and laughed at her, liking Santana more and more. I turned and followed the rest of my cabin members. Julia walked us to a place behind the main building, where a row of 8 cabins were neatly lined up. Next to the Artists' row were the Dancer, Actor, and Musician rows. Each row was made up of 8 cabins, but each cabin was decorated differently. My cabin had a huge number 3 on the door and its wooden walls were all splashed with many colors of neon paint. Before we entered the cabin, Julia turned around and looked at us.

"Alright, guys. We're Cabin 3. Our cabin colors are black and neon green. The paint on our cabin glows in the dark at night," Julia said. There were a few oohs and aahs from the other cabin members. "Alright guys, now you have to pick who you want to room with."

At these words, Santana was immediately by my side. Tina and Safa teamed up, while Madison and Reena gave each other a high five. Julia nodded. "Alright," my cabin leader said. "I'll leave you guys to get settled. Your suitcases are in the living room!" And then she left, walking back towards the gym.

Tina opened the door and the rest of us followed. We were first met with a neat sight of the living room. The walls of the cabin were made of mahogany wood, and all the furniture was neatly set up. There 2 long, black couches and a neon green, widescreen TV was mounted on the wall. A coffee table was set between the two couches, and a couple of beanbags were pushed towards one corner of the room. On one side of the walls, three doors leading to the bedrooms stood. Opposite them was the bathroom door. Our suitcases were all lying on the couches, neatly stacked with our names showing. I had to admit, this was way cooler than I expected.

Santana and I were the first ones to get our luggage, and we chose the bedroom closest to the front door. The bedroom was even cooler. There were two black medium-sized beds with neon green blankets and pillows. Beside each bed was a wooden nightstand and a lamp. There was one window opposite the door, with black and neon green striped curtains. A dresser and a mirror were pushed underneath the window.

Santana flopped down on the bed closest to the door. "Isn't this exciting?" she exclaimed.

I watched as she sat up and peeled off her shirt, revealing a tank top underneath. Her tanned, fit arms and exposed collarbone made my mouth dry. I stared at her long beautiful legs that were stretched out across the bed. Oh...those legs...

Shaking myself free of my thoughts, I snapped back to reality. "Yes," I said, answering Santana's question. "Yes, it is." Santana looked at me excitedly with her huge, chocolate eyes that made me melt.

This was going to be interesting.

A/N: Don't worry, I will be updating "California Gurls" very soon, as well as this one! Thanks for everything!