This will be the 3rd year Quinn will enter the New York Media Madness competition. The New York Media Madness is a competition for media practitioners to go to a 15-day trip to New York and experience a workshop and activities by some of the best in the business. Quinn almost got in her first try but she needed parental consent since she was just 17 then. Her mom didn't sign the consent since she was against her dream to go into media. Her mom wanted her to be lawyer but Quinn thought that was too much work and she was really passionate to become a writer and hopefully one day, a director.

She submitted her form and requirements for the competition and in three days, she found out she got in. Now that she's 19, she's allowed to go without her mother's signature. She was so happy that she pulled out her dad's gigantic luggage from the cabinet and packed her things. 15 days in New York means your whole wardrobe dragged to New York City. She's been saving up for 3 years now so she can shop till she drops in the Big Apple. She and her luggage was ready for New York even though her departure will still be in 1 week. She was ready to take a break from Lima, Ohio.

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This will be the 1st time Sam will enter a nationwide contest. His father encouraged him to join when he saw Sam's photos. His dad knew that the world needs to see his son's talent. He doesn't want his son's talent to be put to waste. His father submitted his requirement without telling Sam. He wanted to surprise him since his birthday is nearing. He'll be turning 20 on his first day in New York. That is, if he wins. Out of the millions of dreamers who want to win the contest, only 30 will be chosen to go to New York. 2 more days until he leaves for New York but the problem is there was still no response from the organizers.

Morning came and his dad thought he might as well give up and try again next year. Mr. Evans went out to pick up the morning paper when he saw a letter on the porch. He knew what it was. He grabbed it and walked into Sam's room. There he was, almost naked on his bed, snoring like a pig.

"Sam, get up. NOW." he ordered like a military officer.

"Dad, I didn't eat Stacey's waffle. Mom ate it." Sam said with a dreamy yet sleepy voice.

"It's not a waffle issue. It's a birthday issue." he replied as he sat beside him on the bed.

"Are you getting me a new car?" he immediately sat up hoping for his new ride.

"No. I gave you one last year but you slammed it to a tree a week after you got it. But I have a gift for you."

"If it's not a car or a lifetime supply of pizza, I'll accept it in 2 days." Sam lied down and tried to go back to dream land.

"This is serious Sam. I have a surprise for my favorite photographer." he smiled as Sam got back up to wait for his speech. "I want you to read this." he handed him the letter.

"Mr. Samuel Evans. We would like to congratulate you for being the last and final winner of the New York Media Madness competition." His eyes were getting bigger and his voice was sounding like an excited little girl as he kept reading. "We are excited to see you in New York along with 29 other media practitioners to experience a 15-day adventure you will never forget." he hugged his dad tight and thanked him for the gift. "Dad, this is amazing. Thank you so much... Are you trying to get rid of me?" He joked but he laughed a bit.

"No, Son. But I'm trying to get you out in the world. They need to see you shine. You deserve it." His dad smiled and hugged him again. "Now go pack your bags. You're leaving tonight."

"What?!" Sam shockingly got up and looked for a luggage.

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Finally, Quinn got to the airport. Her luggage was out and she was just waiting for a cab to go to her hotel. It was a kinda hard for people to get a cab since it was 12:30am. She sees a cab stop infront of her so she dragged her luggage but she was pushed over by a guy in hurry. The guy rode her supposed to be taxi without asking permission. This really pissed her off. The taxi guy wasn't moving so she thought it was her chance to confront the arrogant man. She knocked on the door.

"Excuse me?! I got this taxi first!" Quinn shouted.

"I'm in a hurry ma'am! Find another one." Sam said with a wink at Quinn. He then said to the driver, "Sir. Let's move! Wellington Hotel please."

"What a gentleman sir. I think, you should give her the ride. She stopped me first." the driver said.

"Yeah, what the guy said. You jerk." Quinn said as she opened the taxi door.

Sam closed the door back. "Sir, please. I don't think she'll mind." Sam said as he laughed.

Quinn placed her luggage in the trunk which the driver opened earlier. She got in the passenger's side and said, "Excuse me, driver. Don't mind the guy in the back. Wellington Hotel please."

"Did you say Wellington Hotel? Both of you are going to the same place. I guess that settles it." The driver said laughing.

"Okay, but I got in first so the girl pays the taxi." Sam said acting childish.

"I say, you better pay this ride, sir. This was supposed to be mine." Quinn said raising an eyebrow to Sam.

"You pay the half." the driver pointed at Sam. "And you, miss, pay the other half. Now... Can we leave?!" The driver shouted at them. Both of them quietly sat back feeling ashamed of what happened.

They got to the hotel and paid their shares. Quinn immediately ran inside the hotel still pissed at the stranger who ruined her first night in New York.

"Thank you, lady!" Sam shouted and laughed to add insult to injury.

Quinn went to the hotel concierge to ask about her room.

"Hey uhm. I'm here for the... New York Media Madness." Quinn told the lady in uniform.

"Your name please?"

"Quinn... Quinn Fabray."

"Quinn Fabray... Room 1407. The organizers gave us room assignments and your room mate is... Sam Evans."

"Okay, cool!" Quinn said and grabbed her room key to rest upstairs. "Wonder if my room mate is there already. Can't wait to have a new girl pal!" she thought to herself.

5 minutes after Quinn got her key, Sam arrived at the concierge.

"Hey. Sam Evans for..."

"Media Madness?" the lady asked.

"Uhh, yup!"

"Room 1407. Your room mate just got there."

"Oh cool. Have all the participants arrived?" Sam asked.

"Yes Sir. The organizers will be arriving in the morning at 10am. Your activity book is already prepared in your room."

"Sweet. Thanks." Sam winked at the girl as he got his key. He went up to the room feeling really really tired.

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Sam opened the door of the room and saw a girl only wearing a towel. The blonde chick was obviously partying by herself in towel in front of the mirror.

"Hey, lady." Sam said with a flirty voice.

"AHHH!" Quinn screamed and grabbed her bottle of lotion and threw it to Sam.

The bottle hit Sam straight in the head and he fell on his knees. "OUCH! What is your problem girl?!" Sam shouted.

"Why are you following me?!" She asked basically screaming too.

"I am not! This is my room!"

"Wait... You're Sam Evans?!"

"No, I'm George Bush... YES, I'M SAM EVANS."

"I thought Sam was a girl!"

"For your information lady, I am a man! Want me to show you?!" He removed his hand from his head and was about to unbutton his pants.

"Stop! Okay, I get it. You're a guy!" Quinn said covering her eyes with her hands.

"Good. Now, can I get inside my room?" Sam asked laughing hard at her.

"Whatever." Quinn walked over to the bathroom still covering her eyes.

Sam was still laughing as he laid down his luggage and sat on his bed.

Quinn got out of the bathroom wearing her night suit and went straight to her bed. Sam was still enjoying the ambiance of the room feeling fancy to be in New York City.

"So... Lady. Are you gonna tell me your name?" Sam asked.

"None of your business... Lady." Quinn replied mocking Sam.

"More like... Sexy lady. Ha!" Sam tried to put the joke on her but she didn't reply. "Sam Evans. And you are?" he added. She was still not talking. He saw her ID on the desk beside her bed and grabbed it.

"Quinn... Quinn Fabray." Sam said. Quinn sat up and looked at him.

"What do you want? Why are you pissing me off?" Quinn asked with a serious face.

"I need to know my room mate, of course. What if you're a creepy terrorist who'll rape my sexy body when I'm asleep?! I gotta be careful, ya know." Sam said smiling. He was never really serious about anything. Quinn stared at him with a death glare.

"What? I was joking, Quinn." Sam laughed again but Quinn was obviously not into his jokes.

"Go to sleep, Sam." Quinn said as she went back to sleep.

"Okay, but tomorrow we'll talk! Oh... And one more thing." Sam said.

"What?" Quinn asked from under the sheets.

"I'm sorry about the taxi ride a while ago. I was a jerk. I was just in a hurry cause I felt really sleepy. And... I shouldn't have done that to you." Sam apologized but Quinn remained quiet. Sam was still waiting for her to speak but the room was still silent. After about a minute, Quinn sat up and looked at him.

"Quinn Fabray. Writer...not a terrorist." She smiled at him.

"Sam... Sam Evans. Photographer slash Jedi Master." He smiled back and they both giggled a bit as Quinn went back to sleep.

SORRY IF IT'S SHORT! AND LATE! BUT HERE IT IS! FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW STORY, NEW YORK ADVENTURES! :) HOPE YOU LIKE IT. REVIEW AND SHARE PLEASE! :D THANKS ALL AND HAVE FUN!