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Clean Up In Aisle Seven

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Pulling up in her drive, Quinn noticed that the movers were still unpacking furniture next door, which was a good sign. That meant her mom had plenty of time to get baking, giving them time to get everything settled. Her mother couldn't moan at her for taking too long. Though, in reality, that moment in the baking aisle could never be long enough.

Opening the front door, she was immediately met with the smell of her mother's baking, and grinned. Quinn always loved coming home to that smell. It reminded her of when she was a little girl, when everything was simple and there were no complications, just her sister, Frannie, and her coming back from school to fresh cookies or chocolate muffins. They were good memories, and Quinn paused in the entryway to soak it all up, relishing in the few good memories left unscarred.

"Quinnie, that you?" her mom called, having heard the door.

"No, it's a burglar with a key. Of course it's me," she replied, shaking her head as she headed towards the kitchen.

"None of your sass, young lady. Get in here and give me my goods." Judy grinned as Quinn entered, and her eyes locked on the bag in her daughter's hand. She took it from her grasp and poured the contents out on the worktop, not giving Quinn a second glance.

"Jeez, mom, you're welcome. Don't go overboard with your gratitude," Quinn muttered, not amused. She pulled herself away from a beautiful girl to get her mother's lousy ingredients and she didn't even get a thanks for it. Typical.

Dropping her keys and bag onto the kitchen table, Quinn eyed up the oven. Something smelt good, but she had yet to determine what her mother had baked already. From the looks of it, they were muffins. Her stomach growled at the thought, and she quickly set about sneaking some of the Cherries she'd just bought. Her mother swatted her hand away, unimpressed, and then returned to measuring out ingredients for the Cherry Pie.

Quinn was happy to just sit at the table and watch her mom bake. It was another thing Frannie and her used to do, and she missed it. After all, it wasn't every day that Judy pulled out the baking tins and spatulas. That only happened on 'special' occasions, and given the last year they'd had, there was nothing special about it.

"So, you met someone?" Judy crooned, a grin working its way over her face. Her words cut through Quinn's thoughts, something she was thankful for, but the blush making her way across her cheeks was not welcome.

"No. What gave you that idea?" Playing innocent seemed like the best approach, Quinn thought, trying to look unfazed. It wasn't working.

Rather than take her seriously, her mother just laughed and shook her head. "Okay, Quinnie, if you want to keep it a secret, that's fine with me." Rolling her eyes, because her mom thought she was being a 'cool parent', Quinn stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, pinching some more of the cherries.

"Give me a shout when it's time to go. I'll just be upstairs." Excusing herself from the kitchen before her mom could say anymore on the matter, she took the stairs two at a time and headed into her room.

First thing first, she needed to call Santana. Not only was she going to get an earful for ditching her, but she also needed to ask about whatever the hell took place with Rachel. That wasn't normal, right? Was that what everyone felt when they were attracted to someone?

Granted, she had been attracted to girls before, obviously, and perhaps she had also shamelessly flirted with them, but never had she felt that connection she had with Rachel. It didn't really make sense. She knew she wasn't ready to date a girl, because she didn't want to hide her relationship in the closet with her, so what did she want? Why was she so hung up on this one girl?

Dropping back onto her bed, Quinn grabbed her phone and called Santana. It rang continuously before heading to voicemail, earning a groan from the blonde. She needed her friend and she damn well was going to answer her phone when she called. Ending the call, she hit redial and tried again. It rang twice before being sent to voicemail, which flared Quinn's temper. How dare Santana send her to voicemail!

For all Santana knew, Quinn could be lying in a ditch dying somewhere having been abducted while waiting by herself at the mall for her lousy friends who didn't show up. How was she to know that Quinn was actually just having a mini freak out over a girl? How was she to know that the blonde hadn't just bled to death calling her for help?

Calling again, Quinn put the phone on loudspeaker, and listened as the phone continued to ring. She was almost certain it was going to go to voicemail, where she would leave a message bitching the girl out, and then promptly call Brittany to do the same. Calling Brittany was her ace in the pack, as she would feel bad for ditching and Santana would be made to make it up to Quinn. Nodding at her plan, she prepared to spew abuse the second she heard the beep, but instead was met with abuse herself.

"You better be fucking dying, Fabray, because if you're not, I'm going to kill you," Santana spat, answering the phone just before it hit voicemail.

"You assholes ditched me!" she whined, unimpressed with them. If Santana and Brittany had shown up then she wouldn't have met Rachel, and she wouldn't have all these confusing and conflicting feelings.

"You've got to be fucking joking me, Q. I'm going to beat your skinny white ass when I see you. That's why you called, to bitch at us for ditching you?"

"Yes!" she cried, not understanding why Santana was so grouchy. Hell, you'd think after having sex she'd be less of a bitch.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, Fabray."

"What's your problem?" she asked, hearing Brittany in the background refuting Santana's statement.

"Your whinging just got Britt-Britt and me in shitloads of trouble, asshole."

"How?" She felt a little bad about getting Brittany in trouble, but wasn't that bothered about Santana. Though, she seriously doubted it was actually her fault. Santana was no doubt being dramatic.

"Your perfect timing meant my phone rang during Pastor Morris's service. I've got my face in between Brittany's legs working my magic as she sits dutifully praying to God, and the damn thing goes off!" Santana bitched, causing Quinn to break out into a grin. "Morris is waiting for her to turn it off, and some nosey bitch two pews down tries to help, only to see me on my hands and knees worshipping something else. The fucker fainted! Hope the bitch croaked it. We had to get the fuck out of there, all thanks to you!" Quinn couldn't bite back the laughter anymore as she imagined her friends getting caught in the act. "That's right, laugh it up, bitch. Revenge is going to be sweet."

"Oh come on, if the roles were reversed you'd get your kill!" she argued, still smiling at the thought.

"Not the point. We're banned from there now. Banned, Q, as in we can't go back. Do you know how pissed my parents are going to be when they find out I was going down on a Britt in Church? Not just any Church, but a Protestant Church?" Quinn could just imagine how mortified Santana's very Catholic parents were going to take the news. Bursting into another fit of laughter, she shook her head and suddenly felt like justice had been served. They ditched her, and now were paying the price.

"Will they really be surprised?" she asked, fully aware Santana's parents had dealt with similar situations in the past, though the Church was a new one.

"Probably not, but banned from Church, Q, a Protestant Church! I'm going to be dragged to mass for the rest of my fucking life now." Chuckling again, Quinn shook her head, loving the thought of Santana explaining that one to Coach Sylvester when she wanted to start her Sunday Sectionals Training regime. "So what was so goddamn important your lazy ass couldn't wait until tonight to talk to me about?"

Suddenly, Quinn didn't want to share. Santana's fiery mood meant she was probably going to be met with sarcasm and disdain, which she really didn't need. Her silence did speak volumes though, as she heard Santana excuse herself from Brittany to speak to Quinn.

"Come on, spill, what's going on?" she asked, her tone somewhat softer.

"I met a girl," Quinn whispered, just loud enough for Santana to hear.

"Holy shit, you met a girl? Trying to get your own sweet lady kisses on, I see." She could just imagine her friend's proud grin at the news, but there was nothing to be proud of as far as Quinn could see. She was still a coward, trying to keep the peace by hiding in the closet, and was still as confused as ever about her feelings.

"No. It's not like that," she muttered, pushing all thoughts about kissing Rachel from her mind.

"Then what is it like?" Santana asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"When you're with Brittany, do you ever get this overwhelming feeling to just be closer to her?"

"How do you think we ended up in the Church in the first place?" she joked, earning a chuckle from Quinn.

"San, I'm being serious," she said, trying to stop smiling.

"Okay, okay. Explain it again."

"I don't really know how to, we were just standing there looking at one another and I felt something." She heard Santana snort in laughter down the phone and quickly ploughed on, not wanting to hear the upcoming jokes. "Not like that, asshole. I wanted to get to know her and I felt like walking away from her was the wrong thing to do. It was as if she had anchored me to her, and I couldn't leave. I don't really know what I'm saying," she sighed in defeat and buried her head in her pillow, silently pouting.

"It's like you know they're special and walking away would be sacrilegious," Santana said, her tone soft and unquestioning. She wasn't asking, she was stating fact.

"Yes!" Quinn cried, pout gone, and a smile firmly on her lips. It felt good to know she wasn't crazy, and that others had felt something similar.

"Yeah, I've felt that before."

"Brittany?" she questioned, despite knowing that it couldn't be anyone else.

"No, you dumb shit, Mrs Graham, the sixty year old librarian. Of course Brittany." Quinn ignored Santana's first comment and focused on the second. It was a rarity, but Quinn couldn't be more thankful for when Santana opened up to her. They didn't need to worry about the other stabbing them in the back, they could just be friends without the hassle, and moments like this one just cemented that fact. "So, did you get her number?"

"No, I couldn't," Quinn confessed, pouting again.

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready. I mean, we all weren't born waving our pride flag around, S." Rolling her eyes, she flopped over onto her back and looked at the ceiling.

"Neither was I, Q, so don't even start with me. Why can't you? What's stopping you?" Santana was back to being herself again, walls up and on the defence. Though given her comment, Quinn wasn't that surprised. She shouldn't have said what she did, it was obviously going to piss her off.

"I don't want to start something I have no intention of finishing. I'm going to college next year, and-"

"And you'll want to have hooked up with as many girls as possible before then. Trust me, Q, you do not want to go off to college a virgin." Santana's utter disdain at the thought was clear through the phone, and Quinn could just imagine her disgusted face.

"But what if I'm not ready to have sex yet?"

"Then don't. Look, I'm not going to force you to go knuckle deep in the next girl you see, just keep your options open. This girl, you liked her, right?"

Completely ignoring Santana's vulgar comment, Quinn nodded. "Yeah."

"You going to see her again?"

"I doubt it, I only know her first name. Never seen her before." Now she felt stupid for not having asked more about Rachel, but then again it was a thin line between 'curious' and 'creeper'.

"Okay, so that sucks. But if you did, would you got for it?"

"It?" she questioned, wanting specifics. For all she knew, Santana meant sex. Did she want to have sex with Rachel? God, there's a thought. Was she ready to do that? No. No, definitely not ready to do that.

She could practically hear Santana roll her eyes on the other end, hearing Quinn's anxious tone. "Take a chance, get her number, see where it goes. Hell, she might be straight for all you know."

"There was no way she was straight," she replied quickly, shaking her head vehemently. She could still picture Rachel licking her lips and eyeing up Quinn's. She totally checked her out, and from the looks of things, and Rachel's question about feeling it too, Quinn knew there was nothing platonic in mind. Definitely not straight.

"Awww, my little baby gay, I'm so proud of you! Have you finally developed a gaydar?" Santana cooed, causing Quinn to put her own walls down. She wasn't going to take that crap.

"Fuck off." Santana burst out laughing, only irritating Quinn more.

"Honestly, Q, let go of the reins. You've done the prissy little bitch act for three years, let this one be different. Britt and I will still be here if it all goes tits up."

"I bet you will," she muttered.

"So, that all you needed?"

"Yeah." Rolling back over onto her front, she grabbed the phone from the bedspread and took it off loudspeaker, putting it up to her ear to her Santana's reply.

"Good, cause I'm about to get my ass handed to me. My mother looks fucking pissed. I actually think she's going to murder me. Call me later to see I'm still alive?"

"Will do," Quinn replied, grinning at the thought of Mama Lopez kicking Santana's ass. She was the only one who could get away with it, and it was awesome to see.

"Cheers." Hanging up, Quinn threw her phone to the end of the bed and sighed.

Talking to Santana had helped, immensely, actually, but she still felt a little iffy. She regretted not asking Rachel for her number, or arranging to see her again, and that thought was eating away at her. Yeah, maybe she wasn't ready to date anyone, but she could have been friends with the girl at least.

Well, it was too late now, she just had to suck it up and deal, no matter how much that didn't sit right with her. Closing her eyes, Quinn rubbed her temples, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on, and willed herself to just block out all thoughts of those damn chestnut coloured eyes and the body connected to them.

Waking from her nap, several hours later, Quinn made her way groggily down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mother had clearly finished baking, as the place was back to looking immaculate and unused. The only signs of her afternoon work was the glorious smell of freshly baked goods, and said goods sitting on the counter.

They looked like something out of a magazine, perfectly baked and placed specifically for the best look. The muffins, which Quinn now noticed were blueberry, were sitting in one of those god awful wicker baskets her mother kept for these exact occasions, completed with a red and white checked cloth lining it. She could just imagine Judy swinging the damn thing as she skipped across the lawn to welcome them.

The cherry pie looked just as good as the muffins, and it smelt fantastic. Why her mother only used her baking skills to bake for other people was beyond her. Surely her own daughter should get to enjoy some of it too.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Judy walked in, grinning ear to ear. "Quinnie, great timing! I was just getting ready to come and get you. The new neighbours have settled in, and I want to make them feel welcome to the neighbourhood. Go get changed into something nice and we'll heave right on over." She beamed at her daughter, but frowned at the lack of enthusiasm she was met with. "What's wrong?"

"Just not feeling that great, mom. I'll be fine." Rubbing her temples again, she could feel the headache coming back. "Let me just go get changed."

"Oh no, I'm not taking you over there if you're not well. That won't do, not at all. We want to be welcoming, Quinnie, not scare them."

"How would I scare them?"

"You get that look," Judy said, wiping down her pristine outfit. Quinn cocked an eyebrow in question and then frowned, causing Judy to nod. "Yes, that look! We don't want them seeing that look. So, you go rest, and I'll head over myself."

"Mom, it's fine. I can-" Before she had a chance to finish, the doorbell rang, and both women stood a little taller, looking towards the door.

They weren't expecting anyone, and normally visitors called before coming over. Given past experiences, both of them were a tad unnerved about going to answer it. Judy put on a perfect smile, though, and walked towards the door.

Quinn loitered in the doorway, her eyes locked on the entryway. Her heart had picked up speed, and her breathing was trying to match it, her protective instincts kicking up a notch. One too many times that doorbell rang and trouble entered. She refused to let that happen again.

Watching carefully, Quinn was relieved to see that it was in fact Mrs Grayson, who lived three doors up on the opposite side of the street. Her defences dropped immediately, and she slouched against the wall, happy that trouble had not decided to stop by today.

"Oh Judy, I'm glad I caught you! You'll never believe who has just moved in next door!" Mrs Grayson said, her voice was alight with excitement, though not the good kind, the kind that takes pleasure from telling people bad news.

"Oh, who?" her mother sounded oddly curious, rather than salivating over the very thought of gossip, much to Mrs Grayson's displeasure, Quinn noted.

"The gays!" Frowning, Quinn shook her head. That made no sense. Surely not every gay person had moved in next door to them. Hell, if they had then Santana would be over by now eating all their food. Plus, where was her invite?

Looking at her mother's face, she took in the mask her mother had perfected. Only someone who knew Judy very well would be able to tell she was actually speechless by Mrs Grayson's declaration. Quinn eyed her again, trying to see if it was a good speechless or a bad one. This actually was a good indicator for how things would go if she ever stopped having tea with Aslan and got her ass out the closet.

"It's two gay men, and their daughter! Can you believe it?" Mrs Grayson said, unfazed by Judy's silence, and bouncing in excitement to spill the rest of the details. "Two gay men, husbands, have moved here to our neighbourhood! Their daughter's in her teens. It's awful. Sinners, complete and utter sinners. Disgusting, dragging an innocent child into a house like that, full of filth. Save your homemade cakes, Judy. You won't want to be wasting them on the likes of these folks! Anyway, I just thought I'd warn you. Got to go and spread the news. We'll make it clear to them whose welcome here in Lima, and it ain't them!" She waved her fist in some sign of support for her cause and then dashed off the doorstep.

Judy didn't even get a chance to reply, just shut the door behind Mrs Grayson's retreating back and then leant against it, looking a little taken aback. She saw Quinn watching her carefully and sighed. This was a big moment. Suddenly she was smack damn in the middle of a minefield and had to get back to base without blowing herself to smithereens.

The old Fabrays, under Russell's regime, would most definitely not have gone over there. In fact, Russell would have been on the phone to the mayor by now, trying to find a way to run them from Lima for good. An entire campaign would have been set up, with local funding and all, just to get rid of them.

However, Judy was not Russell, and with him out of the picture they had to make their own decision. They were either going to hold onto their old views, that homosexuality was a sin, or they were going to move forward and be accepting, everyone is god's child no matter who they love.

"Well," Judy began, pushing herself off the door, "that was an interruption we didn't need, and frankly, a wholly inappropriate one."

She watched as her mother smoothed down her skirt and straightened her blouse, a small smile coming to Quinn's face. They were moving forward, and from her mother's uneasiness with the blatant homophobia they had just witnessed, perhaps coming out of the closet wouldn't be so bad. Though, that didn't give her any inclination to do it anytime soon.

"I'm just going to get the muffins and the pie and head right on over then. Something tells me they won't be getting any more visitors today. Best to make them feel welcome. I'll be back shortly, get some rest, sweetie, and I'll get dinner ready when I return. Okay?"

Quinn nodded, a proud smile gracing her lips, and quickly made her way over and hugged Judy. Whether she knew it or not, she had just lifted her daughter's spirits and gave her hope. Hugging Quinn back, Judy kissed the top of her daughter's head and smiled, glad to have some form of mother daughter relationship that had been lacking years before.

"Right, well, I best be off," Judy said, collecting the food from the counter.

"See you later," Quinn said, shutting the door after her mom. She watched from the window as she crossed the lawn, curtains flickering as Judy approached the door, and Quinn knew that by now, half the street was on the phone to the other filling in the details of Judy's blatant disregard for the 'rules'.

Given that she didn't have to head out anymore, and that she had a bit of peace, Quinn headed back upstairs and went back to bed, willing the headache to let up. Maybe she'd get a reprieve later. But for now, Quinn settled in, pulling her covers over her, and yawned.

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The second time she woke up, it was to her mother coming back from the neighbours. The front door had shut a little louder than usual, and like prey sensing a predator nearby, Quinn was up, looking around quickly for the threat, before heading into the hallway.

She was relieved to see it was only her mother, who was grinning happily as she locked the door and made her way out of sight. Her defences dropped, once again, and she relaxed, giving herself another moment to put her protective instincts to bed. Judy had a knack for knowing when Quinn was on edge, and the last thing she wanted was them having that conversation again.

Entering the kitchen, Judy gave Quinn a warm smile, and continued getting dinner ready. Quinn returned her smile and sat down at the table, tucking her legs up onto the chair with her, her legs pressed against her chest.

"So did you have a good time?" she asked, a little eager to hear if her mother had any reservations about being around an openly gay couple.

"I had a lovely time!" Judy gushed. "Unfortunately, I only met one of them, as the father and daughter were out, but Hiram Berry was a very charming host. He absolutely loved my Cherry pie!" Quinn couldn't help but smile. Her mother had enjoyed herself, and hadn't let their sexuality deter her.

"Well that's good," she said, nodding. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Yes, I think we're going to become fast friends. Hiram was lovely, and I suspect his husband, Leroy, is much of the same. Their daughter is your age, too, Quinnie. Isn't that great?" Quinn paused, picking up on her mother's change in tone. It went from being very pleased to the one she used when plotting.

Turning to look at her, Quinn narrowed her eyes as Judy avoided her gaze, instead she chose to focus on the potatoes boiling in the pot. As if that was interesting.

"What have you done?" Quinn said cautiously. She didn't want to spook her mother, because Judy was as stubborn as she was, and she would just keep the details to herself until she felt Quinn had calmed down. Past experience told her so.

"Me? Nothing," Judy cried, waving her hand a tad flamboyantly.

"Mom," Quinn growled, unimpressed.

"I was just being a gracious neighbour, Quinnie, so you really can't be mad at me."

"That's not true. Now what did you do?"

"Their daughter, she's your age."

"You mentioned that already." Judy needed to get to the point, and fast. What with the headache that seemed to constantly plaguing her, and the lack of food, Quinn was in a grouchy mood, and was just looking for a reason to bite someone's head off. She figured it would have been Santana's later on, but Judy was a decent enough alternative.

"Yes, and she's going to McKinley," Judy said, still busying herself with dinner and ignoring her daughter's pissed off look.

"Yeah?"

"Well, she doesn't have a car-" That was all Quinn needed to hear before the pieces fell into place.

"No."

"-and it's hardly fair to expect her to walk-" Judy continued, unfazed by her daughter's firm rebuttal.

"No."

"-when you have a car and are headed to the exact-"

"No," Quinn repeated, shaking her head.

"-same-"

"No."

"-destination."

"No, mom, no. I am not being some girl's chauffer!" Sighing, Judy crossed her arms, annoyed at her daughter's unwavering defiance.

"Calm down, for goodness sake. It's not like I asked you to be her personal driver, Quinn. All you have to do is take her to school and back. That's hardly an inconvenience." What the problem was, Judy couldn't see.

"Yes it is! I can't, I have Cheerios practice before and after school most days, and along with all my other clubs, there's just no way. It won't work," Quinn argued, hating how she had been signed up to be some girl's gofer for the year.

"Don't be ridiculous. I mentioned all this when I spoke to Hiram and he says it's fine." Judy shrugged like that was the problem solved, but that most certainly was not the case, not for Quinn at least. "You don't have to be friends with her, if that's what you're worried about. I'm not asking that of you."

"But you are practically asking that, I'm going to be with her every morning and every evening five days a week. Plus, what if I want to go to Santana's house or Brittany's after school? Then what?"

"Well, on those days you drop her off home first and then head over there." Quinn looked at her mother like she was crazy and shook her head again. She just didn't understand, and it was frustrating as hell.

"That's not going to work. What if we want to go out right after school?" The likelihood of that happening was high, seeing as Santana loved going for an impromptu trip to BreadstiX after a particularly hard practice or just any day that involved breathing.

"Invite her along," Judy replied, as if it was obvious.

"We don't even know her." God no, no way would she be inviting some girl with them. She hardly saw her friends as it was, what with them sucking face all the time. The last thing she wanted was some random intruding on their time.

"Why don't you give it a try, huh? Maybe you'll be friends. Quinnie, you're already judging the girl and you haven't even met her. I didn't raise you like that." Holding back a biting remark about how Frannie had practically raised her, Quinn got up and headed for the door.

"She gets one week, and if it doesn't work out, not my problem," she called over her shoulder, glad to get the last word in.

Judy rolled her eyes as her daughter left the kitchen, stomping her way up the stairs. Her behaviour really was ridiculous, and certainly something that warranted watching. No daughter of hers was going to be unhelpful and judging, absolutely not.

Upstairs, Quinn refrained from slamming the door, a habit she deplored, and dropped onto her bed. Her mother was ruining everything. How was this to be her perfect year when she had to chauffer some girl around? At best, the girl would be a fellow cheerleader, and Quinn could quickly pull her into the fold. That actually wouldn't be so bad, but at worst, she'd get some loser, another Jewfro, and be stuck listening to the latest manga gossip or God only knows what else on her way to school.

It was ridiculous, and it felt like it was going to be that damn thorn in her side, the bloody fly in the ointment and the frigging spanner in the works!

This was not how her final year was meant to begin.

Grabbing her phone, she wanted to vent, and quickly typed out a text.

To Santana: You better be alive, because the Head Cheerio position is practically yours this year. My mother signed me up as some kid's chauffer to and from school. Total crap.

She knew it wouldn't take long before getting a reply, unless Mama Lopez had actually killed Santana. That wouldn't be that surprising. But, right enough, a minute or so later, her phone vibrated with a reply.

To Quinn: Haha, classic! Love Judy! Thanks for the heads up, I'll start getting my practice plans ready. And obviously, still alive, but still up shit creek without a paddle thanks to you. Better watch your back, Fabray.

Quinn was a little worried about what Santana had in store for her, but wasn't going to let that on. No way was she going to show any weakness. It really wasn't her fault that she was in so much trouble. Perhaps texting Brittany and getting her to keep her girlfriend in check was needed.

To Santana: Enjoy that! And the position is not yours YET! I won't go down without a fight!

To Quinn: Wanky. So what's the kid like? We throwing them in a dumpster or welcoming them into elite?

Of course that's what was important here, at least someone understood. How could her mom not understand that if she brought the new school loser in everyday it would damage her reputation? And okay, yes, she didn't really care about what people thought of her anymore, but she wanted to avoid a I facial slushy as much as the next person.

To Santana: Ignoring that. And I don't know, I haven't met her yet. Knowing my luck it'll be some freak.

To Quinn: Ignore all you want, you know I'm right. You're totally pressed. You need to get some lady loving!

Rolling her eyes, Quinn chucked her phone over her shoulder towards her pillows. There was no point responding to that. Whatever she said was going to be twisted to fit Santana's argument.

Still wound up over the situation Quinn now found herself in, she shot a curious look next door. God, why her? Why did they have to move in next to her? Why did she have to be saddled with some girl? This was not the start to the new school year she was hoping for. She was now stuck with a responsibility she didn't want, and she couldn't do anything about it.

It's not like she could ditch the girl. She was mean and a little cruel at times, but she was trying to turn over a new leaf. Scary Quinn was in the past, this year was meant to be all about Calm Quinn. Yet she just knew that whoever lived next door was going to do nothing to keep her calm.

What a fantastic start.

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