New chapter up, well done me. Time to be introduced to Quinn!
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It was 5am when she was introduced to her new roommate, crashing in and murmuring incoherently before falling onto her bed. Now Rachel considers herself to be a morning person but this was a step too far for a Sunday morning.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded.
"Mmm Quinn." Was the reply mumbled from underneath a pile of cushions and sheets.
"And I suppose you are my new roommate." Rachel could just about make out the mess of blonde hair peeping out the sheets in the dim light.
"You got it Sweetcheeks."
Rachel huffed and turned herself over so she wouldn't have to see the insolent girl whom she apparently would have to share a room with.
By the time morning came along Rachel had resided herself to give the girl a chance, after all first impressions weren't everything and its not as if Tina was the quiet type either.
The girl, Quinn, was still asleep after she had showered and got ready and, peeking over the sheets to get a look at the girl, she couldn't help but gasp at the sleeping form.
With porcelain skin and perfect, pink lips framed in choppy, messy blonde hair, the girl was surely the most beautiful thing Rachel had ever seen. The contours of her face was defined and yet soft, the curve of her cheekbones and the edge of her jaw where as if they were carefully composed by a sculptor. She was surely stunning.
There was a knock at the door and their on the other side was Finn Hudson, a boy she had begun to tutor in her lit class. "Finn, hi!" she answered chirpily, it was no secret that she had a crush on the boy and she was rather flushed to be caught without being properly ready.
Finn was a boy of great height, with a handsome face and a dopey smile that Rachel certainly could fall for. "Hey, I heard about what happened. Are you ok?"
There was a mumble and a groan from Quinn's bed and Finn frowned, peeking behind Rachel to see the blonde asleep. "Oh, I see you've got company. I'll leave you to it."
Rachel shook her head frantically, stepped out of the doorway and shut the door. "No, its not like that at all!" she sputtered nervously.
"Don't worry about it Rach, its none of my business." The boy smiled sadly and touched the smaller brunettes arm gently.
"She's my new roommate. She turned up like really early this morning." Rachel was frantic, second chances be damned if this Quinn ruined her chances with Finn then there would be hell to pay.
Finn frowned. "Really? They got someone in this early on? Jeez I thought they'd at least give it a week for her to change her mind or whatever."
"That's the thing. I don't think she actually dropped out, I think the whole thing is a coverup." She whispered conspiratorially.
"A cover up for what?"
"I have no idea." Rachel replied sighing and leaning back against the door. "But there's no way Tina would drop out in the middle of the night without telling anyone, its crazy!"
"Yeah but no one has any proof otherwise. You can't go in there and say the Dean has been messing with stuff without any concrete evidence." Finn argued.
"yes I know that! But I need answers!"
Finn hummed as if in thought. "I'll help."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean if there is something out there that's kidnapping these girls then I want to stop it." She reached for Rachel's hand gently. "Plus I've been looking for an excuse to hang out with you since the first week." He smiled shyly when Rachel grinned and nodded.
"That sounds great." She beamed.
"When is best for you to meet up? I mean I would do it now but I have class in like 20 minutes, so maybe we could get coffee?"
"Tomorrow? After class?"
Finn smiled. "Sounds good." She began to turn back. "I best be off, I'll see you tomorrow."
Rachel grinned and turned back into her room to find that Quinn was awake.
"You really weren't quiet at all." She scowled with captivating hazel eyes that flashed in gold and green.
"I could have said the same to you last night. Or perhaps it was this morning?" Rachel retorted.
"I had a rough night. " Was the blonde's apparent explanation.
Rachel huffed. "Very well, I think we should at least be properly introduced. My name Is Rachel Barbara Berry." She held out her hand which Quinn begrudgingly shook, she tried her very hardest not to notice the way her soft hand seemed to fit perfectly into her own. "Pleased to meet you."
"Whatever. I'm Quinn Fabray and I just so happen to be your worst nightmare." She smirked darkly.
"Very funny. What are you majoring in? Satire?" Rachel drawled.
"Philosophy actually, let me guess you're a journalism major? No one else is that stuck up." She scoffed.
"Musical theatre. What do you mean stuck up? You barely know me!" she huffed.
"Ah yes the whole Barbara thing should have got me. I am an incredibly good judge of character, and I've seen enough pretty girls with sticks up their asses and ambition to match to know a journalist. Although I guess if you're planning to top Broadway you'll need the same skill set."
"And what exactly is that?" Rachel bristled.
"The ability to throw someone under the bus!"
"How dare you! How dare you come here and insult me based on your own presumptions! I may have a stick up my ass but at least I was willing to give you a chance! You're just a grade A bitch who thinks the world should fall at her feet!" She yelled, furious that she let this girl get to her so easily.
The two girls sat face to face, outraged at the other and horrified at their own temper. A knock on the door pulled them out of their trance. "Hey it's Kurt, are you ok?" the muffled question through the door snapped Quinn into action.
She gathered her things and looked back at Rachel from the door of the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower, leave you to tell your friends how bitchy I am in private." With that she slammed the door and Rachel would have been even more angry if it weren't for the sadness in her eyes.
