I had this idea and I thought playing out would be fun. Sorry for any mistakes in advance!

Burying her head into her pillow, Quinn moaned as she heard yet another knock at the door. Lifting it slightly, she peeked through her somewhat open eyes and stared at the alarm clock that was beside her bed. It was two thirty. Who in their right mind was awake at two thirty in the morning? Her mind did ponder, but right now, she thought it best to avoid those thoughts. She didn't need to terrify herself thinking about him, lingering the hallways. Deciding best to avoid it, and clear her thoughts of him, she buried her head in the pillow once again and brought it up to her ears. Maybe if they knew she was sleeping they wouldn't bother her. Waiting momentarily, it seemed to stop and she was once again left in silence that she could easily fall asleep to. The thought of someone outside her door this late did seem to linger, however. Since coming to Yale, the blonde hadn't made a great deal of friends. In fact, she'd struggled with it immensely. So really, who would want her up so late? She didn't get the opportunity to ponder because that same knocking was back again, resulting in her groaning once more. Turning over in her sheets, she flicked on her bedside lamp, rubbed her eyes to rid herself of the stinging and walked towards the door. Forgetting to look through the peephole, she swung the door up.

With her eyes half closed, she leaned against it and yawned, "what's the matter?"

"Ooh la la, Quinn Fabray in boxer shorts. Did I ever think I'd see the day?" A familiar voice came from in front of her. She snapped her eyes open immediately and was surprised to see both Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez at her door. Giving her eyes another few moments to adjust, she shook her head and scrunched her face,

"Oh. Sorry about waking you.. but Santana and I just thought that

we'd just catch the last train out and surprise you."

"Well, you surprised me," Quinn said hoarsely, trying and failing to clear her throat. "What are you two even doing here? Actually, a better question is, why didn't either of you call me?" Looking at the pair of them, she noted that they were both carrying suitcases of some description. Rachel with a bright pink one and Santana with a dull green.

Santana chuckled and reached forwards to tickle the blonde's thigh, "what? Embarrassed that we saw you in Puckerman's underwear?" She pulled away to fling herself onto the girl's bed. "Relax Blondie. We just wanted to pay you a little visit and see the high life you brag about so much." The girl watched her as she played with her hair and let herself look around her room curiously.

"But at two am?" Quinn sighed, closing the door and walking towards the bed to get back under the covers, "I have class in the morning.."

"We know. We also know you only have two more days before you're off on your break and then the fun'll happen. We just wanted a snoop first. Besides, I am dying to see what you do for fun around here. Except Professors'."

"Professors?" Rachel piped in. With her furrowed brows and pursed lips, Quinn could already tell she wanted gossip. Her face burned a colour of scarlett. She really didn't want to get into the discussion of him right now. Not ever. Quinn turned her head as she sent a glare in Santana's direction,

"No. No. It is way too late to get into that. Now you guys can leave and I'll see you in the morning," the girl yawned, closing her eyes and waving them off with her hand. Santana chuckled before Quinn could hear a drop of clothes and her mattress begin to move. Within seconds her bestfriend was wrapping her arms around her delicate waist. Quinn flinched slightly before rolling her eyes, "Santana.. what do you think you're doing?"

"Do you think we took the last train out and bothered to book ourselves a place to stay? You're stuck with us for the rest of the week, Blondie."

Quinn made an attempt to turn and look at her, eyebrow raised, "what?" The mattress sunk and soon Rachel was on the other side of her. Pushing Santana's arms away, she looked at the pair of them, now squeezing her into her own bed, "You two can't be serious?"

"Well, you better believe it," Rachel smiled, before leaning over and turning out the bedroom light. Groaning back against her pillow Quinn exhaled,

"This can't be happening."

….

With the sun peeking through the window, Quinn smiled. It gave her brain a moment to register that there were people lying beside her. She wasn't exactly sure why she'd screamed but she had. Santana opened her eyes first, "What? What? What?" She stirred, looking at Quinn, eyebrow raised, "what the hell is wrong with you?"

Quinn looked down at her and ran a hand through her hair, "sorry.. I forgot you guys were here. Sorry Rach," she nodded to look at the brunette. Swallowing, she shook her head, "I was half asleep when you two came here last night?"

The alarm of her clock was soon buzzing and she groaned, somehow, Quinn had seemed to work it into her head that this would be one of the longest weeks of her life. Not that she didn't love Santana and Rachel, but she really didn't appreciate them invading her space for the next seven days. Kicking the covers off of her, the girl stood and jumped off of the bed. The hiss from that came from Santana at being exposed to the cold, resulted in the first chuckle Quinn had had since they arrived. With that, she went to the bathroom to get dressed.

"I don't think she's too pleased we're here," Rachel sighed, eyes still closed, but now facing the direction of her roommate. Santana shrugged,

"Yeah well, it takes a lot for Q to be pleased about anything. She'll come around. Eventually."

"You think she's mad we just showed up though?"

"Rachel, to tell you the truth, I came here because, I know for a fact Q doesn't have much company. With Puck away all the time and I know she doesn't have many friends, and if she does, she has like two. She has a single dorm for crying out loud. She may hate that we're here now, but she'll come around, eventually.."

Rachel's eyes lingered to the bathroom door, "you sure?"

"Positive."

With that, Rachel gave a brief nod, and Quinn re-emerged from the bathroom. Dressed in a floral dress, her hair now loosely curled around her shoulders and looking as flawless as she ever did. She went to her desk to grab a book and swung her bag over her shoulder, "okay, so I have drama and then- psychology.. Uh, I'll be finished for a while around twelve, luch sound good to you two?" She raised her brow slightly.

Santana tossed under the covers, "gotcha Blondie."

"Okay," Quinn managed to smile, "but can you two do me a favor? Please don't go snooping around campus.. New Haven, yeah. Just not the campus. I'll see you both later, back here by the way." With that, she gave them a brief nod and went to grab the door handle, "y'know, I'm actually glad you guys were crazy enough to come down here.. Thanks." She was gone before Rachel could answer or Santana could give a snarky remark.

The girl turned to look at the girl in the bed, next to her, "what did I tell you? Quinn would come around."

"She seem a little off to you?" Rachel questioned, still staring in the direction of the door that Quinn had left through. "She seemed to be a little- off."

Santana shook her head, "it's Quinn, she's always like that."

"No. She's not."

"Stop worrying Berry, you'll get stress lines. And God knows you don't need that added to your list of physical faults."

"Hey," Rachel snapped, throwing a pillow at Santana. the angle at which it hit her resulting in the raven haired girl's hair going everywhere. her loud laugh bellowed throughout the room and soon Santana was tackling her. The laughter continued as the Latina pinned the small girl's arms down above her head.

"You're gonna regret that, Berry," With that she leaned dangerously close to the girl's face. Rachel chuckled once more before lifting her head to catch Santana's lips in hers. after a moment, she pulled away, eyes watching the girl's features. Santana licked her lips and climbed off of her, lying back down next to her, hand automatically going to Rachel's hair,

"when are we going to tell Quinn?"

"I don't know, Rach, when do you want us to tell Quinn?"

The smaller girl bit her lip and played with her fingers. She hadn't the slightest idea why the two of them had kept something so huge from their best friend. Kurt, Blaine, Sam, they all knew about Rachel and Santana's newfound relationship. Still, the two of them were terrified to tell the blonde. That brought knots to her stomach. She figured Quinn would shun them, and that thought terrified her slightly. It especially scared Santana. She and the blonde had grown closer lately and she really didn't want to tarnish that. A knock at the door however interrupted her thoughts. She looked to Rachel, eyebrows furrowed, "think Q forgot something?"

Throwing the covers off of her, she got out of the bed and walked to the door, before she had the chance to actually get there, a small brown envelope was pushed under it. Santana stared momentarily before looking back at Rachel. On the front it spelt out the words, "QUINN FABRAY." Santana lifted it before heading back to the bed, her fingers already tuggung at the material to open it.

"Santana? What're you doing? You can't open that."

"Relax, Rach, Q won't mind."

"Are you forgetting who you're talking about? Quinn will not appreciate this."

Santana, however, didn't listen, her delicate fingers began tugging once again at the brown paper, tearing it open slightly, she removed a photograph. The silence that filled the room was almost deafening. The girl scrunched her face as she stared at the picture in front of her, handing it quickly to Rachel before getting out of the bed and walking to Quinn's desk. Rachel took the picture from her and inspected it,

"Santana…" she whispered, looking back down at the photo in front of her. On it, stood Quinn, her back turned and supposedly removing or putting her bra on. standing in this very room actually. Rachel could already feel the beads of sweat leave her forehead. from the looks of this photo, Quinn didn't know what was going on. She lifted her eyes to see Santana rummaging through various items on Quinn's desk before eventually pulling out a very small camera. She looked back over to girlfriend before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under her foot.

"Rachel.. We have to find Quinn, now."

The next chapter will be longer, I swear, I just thought that I should leave it there for this first chapter. Anywho, leave me some reviews to say if you liked it or not?