Title: Finding Innocence

Summary: Rachel is in her second year of college. She is very organized and ready to be something great. Her new roommate is one odd, wild but innocent, Quinn Fabray. Who new that this new person Rachel meets could change her whole life.

Notes: So I am nervous about this chapter, you'll have to tell me what you think. In the next chapter or so I am probably going to start developing their characters a bit more. And you will most likely meet Kurt and Artie as well! I am looking forward to what you guys have to say! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn friendship (maybe it will turn into something more)

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee or anything of its characters. They all belong to Ryan Murphy and the other wonderful people who work on the show!

Rachel found herself in a grand building. As she walked along the marble floor vanilla filled up her senses. 'That's odd' she thought. The large room she was in was empty except for figures that Rachel saw at the far end of it. She journeyed over there and the scene became clearer, a woman with dark hair sat in a chair next a large and ornate coffin. The woman was crying and looked up as Rachel's black heals clicked nearer.

"Idina Menzel?" Rachel exclaimed at the sight of the woman's tear stained face.

"Rachel, this is a sad time," Idina said.

"What is it? Wait, you know my name?" The brunette eyed the coffin curiously.

"Barbara Streisand…is…dead,"

"NOOOO!"

"No!" Rachel gasped, sitting up pin straight in her bed. She thanked the lord as she realized it was just a nightmare. "Holy shit I hate that dream!" The brunette exclaimed to herself quietly as she placed a hand over her chest.

Rachel threw a glance at the clock and cursed as she realized she had slept longer than she had planned. After Blaine had left, the brunette did one more sweep over the house, cleaning everything in sight and staying far away from Quinn's new room. When the house was spotless she had wanted to sleep for just forty five minutes, until nine. It was 2:00 am and surely Quinn had gotten back by now. Rachel jumped out of her bed quietly and tip toed out of her baby blue room. The family room and kitchen were dark. When her eyes adjusted to the dimness Rachel could see a purple post-it note on the couch that was directly across from her bedroom door. The brunette scurried over to grab it. "Hi Rachel, I got in just now, its 10:47. Don't worry I didn't expect you to wait up for me! I bought some food for breakfast in the morning, so if its okay with you, I was going to make us pancakes. I don't know when you'll read this but its out here just in case! Cant wait to meet you! :) X Quinn. P.S. I took a shower, with my own stuff of course, hope that was alright. But honestly, who likes meeting a stinky person?" Rachel involuntarily smiled at the loopy scrawl, Quinn defiantly didn't seem like the "kill you and steal your identity" type of roommate, she was the roommate that made you pancakes before even meeting you.

The temptation to peek into the room next to hers was immense. Rachel was the cat that always got killed from the curiosity, but she always figured that since cat's had nine lives, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. She strode over to the door, once again, being drowned in the scent of vanilla. She wrapped her hand around the gold colored handle and opened the door just a crack. She obviously couldn't see anything but sure enough, there was a lump underneath the purple sheets. It was moving up and down slowly with the girls breathing. It was by far the weirdest thing Rachel had ever seen. A stranger, who she had only had one two minute phone conversation with, and several post-it notes which Rachel hadn't even yet replied too, sleeping in a bed that now belonged to said stranger, in a room that also belonged to the stranger, being a stranger. Yes, the girl was harmless, maybe, but Rachel had to close the door at the oddness of the situation.

Sleep was out of the question, but that didn't stop Rachel from trying. After she got back into her room she changed out of her jeans and t-shirt and put on black leggings and a purple sweatshirt. She frowned, and changed into a blue sweatshirt. She had seen enough purple for a while. She sighed and did a quick run through of her hair, relieved that she took a shower before she fell asleep. Rachel then walked over to her bed and, not before tripping and stubbing her toe on her nightstand, threw herself onto the soft surface

"Ouch…" the brunette grimaced at the throbbing of her toe. After about two hours of thinking up ways she could greet Quinn in the morning and not come across as a bitch, Rachel did eventually fall asleep. This time dreaming about the mysterious, moving, pile of human that was sleeping in the room next to her.

Rachel woke up again, this time to the smell of bacon, syrup, and of course vanilla. She sprung out of her bed and flew over to her door. She placed her ear on the wooden surface, she could hear humming, she couldn't exactly depict what song it was, but it was familiar. A wave of fear fluttered around her nervous system and she actually started wondering what would happen if she just didn't venture out of her room. She quickly shook the idea away before it became too tempting and walked over to her vanity. 'Makeup? No makeup? Hair up? Hair down? Does this outfit look okay? God dammit.' She decided on foundation and hair down. She wasn't going to change because she knew that if she didn't just go out there in what she was wearing, the brunette surely would have spent half the day on picking out her outfit alone.

"Rachel. You. Can. Do. This. Okay? Nothing to it, she seems nice right? She's humming for fucks sake. Just move. Go," she said to herself. Rachel sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Once she looked presentable she decided to at least stand up and face the door. It was going to take baby steps. After a few moments of facing the door, she decided to walk to it. The brunette was getting frustrated with herself. 'Just GO!' she internally yelled. As this was going through her head she opened the door and with a blur threw herself out of it.

Rachel hadn't been quiet, obviously. Because as soon as the door slammed shut the girl that was fluttering around the kitchen turned around with wide eyes. And she was beautiful. So pretty in fact that Rachel had to look away in fear of staring or blushing. 'What? What the hell is wrong with you? Just look at her!' Quinn was blonde, with hair that went pin strait down to her shoulders. She had big amazing hazel eyes and Rachel didn't even need to be up close to notice that she had the longest eyelashes that she had ever seen. She could hear some giggling, but she kept her head down.

"Are you okay?" came a voice, it sounded so comforting, Rachel decided she could listen to it all day. 'Wait, Rachel. What's going on with you? She is just a girl!' The brunette straightened up quickly, putting on a smile.

"Yeah! Uh hey, I'm Rachel, Berry. Rachel Berry," she said stupidly. Quinn walked over to her with she most mesmerizing smile Rachel had ever had the pleasuring of seeing.

"Nice to meet you," Quinn said with a wink. "I'm Quinn Fabray," Rachel had to hold back a shudder at the proximity of them, the blonde was probably two feet in front of her. That was ten feet to close. There was a silence but it wasn't particularly awkward. The brunette smiled despite her nervousness and stuck out her hand. Quinn took it almost immediately and shook it. Rachel couldn't deny the shock that went through her body and made her heart jump. 'What the hell?' Quinn stared at their hands with an unreadable expression and pulled hers away a bit too quickly for Rachel. The scent of the vanilla almost became too much for the brunette and she had to fight off the blush that was threatening to cross her face.

"Did you read the post-it note I left you? I mean, did you see it before now?" Quinn said, Rachel almost got lost in the blondes honey voice but decided it was time to pull herself together. Quickly shaking off the weird feelings she was getting she nodded and said,

"Yeah actually. I woke up around two last night and saw it. By the way, you don't have to ask to make breakfast or take a shower. This is your house too!" Rachel laughed and she could swear she saw a light pigment of pink on Quinn's cheeks.

"Right, sorry. I just guess I am a little nervous," the blonde said, ducking her head slightly and shuffling her feet.

"Oh well, you're not alone, trust me," Rachel assured. Quinn looked physically relieved and smiled again. She grabbed Rachel's hand and brought her quickly over to the kitchen area. After telling her to sit and shoving her into a chair she grabbed the brunette a cup of coffee.

"So, tell me about yourself! If we are going to be living together, we should at least know the basics!" Quinn seemed to have lost her worried demeanor as she giggled out her words. Her cuteness made Rachel trip on her thoughts. 'Cuteness? C'mon Rachel she is a girl. That's all, pull yourself together,'

"Well," she started, feeling more confident now that Quinn wasn't staring beautifully into her eyes anymore because she had turned back to the stove. "I grew up in Lima, Ohio-"

"No way! I grew up in Lima too!" Quinn exclaimed, turning around to face Rachel with big eyes. "Except right before I was to go to High School we moved to Penfield, New York," Quinn explained, turning back again.

"What High School?" Rachel asked curiously?

"William McKinley? I think that's what it was,"

"We just missed each other then. I was in a boarding school for middle school, so you wouldn't know mw from there," Rachel said with a laugh.

"Well, you wouldn't have liked me anyway. I was kind of a big bitch in High School. I was captain of the cheerleading squad," Quinn said, with a halfhearted laugh.

"Huh, so you were one of those girls," Rachel said. "Yeah, see I was captain of the glee club. You probably would have eaten me up,"

"Well, it was mostly for my father. He wanted me to follow after the perfect footsteps of my perfect sister, when in reality, I would have killed to be in the glee club. But, after I got kicked out of the house and my father left my mom, I really didn't feel the need to be a bitch anymore. So when my mom took me back, I was just kind of normal. Well, actually I became a pink haired Skank first, literally, but then I was normal. Kind of," Quinn said, probably not realizing that she might have said way more than she wanted too. Rachel's mouth hung open.

"I-uh, wow," was all she could get out. 'Wow Rachel, she just told you her obviously awful life's story, and you just say "wow"?'

"Oh, did I really just say all that?" Quinn said, widening her eyes.

"Yep,"

"Huh, well I just don't know where that came from! I am sorry!"

"No!" Rachel exclaimed a bit too loudly; the last thing she wanted was for Quinn to feel uncomfortable. "I am just wondering how you got from there, to here. You just don't seem like the bitchy cheerleader kind, let alone the pink haired outcast type,"

"I wasn't. That's the point. It took me forever to find out who I was. When I did, I washed out the pink hair and dropped the bitch mode. And then I became what I like to call "The Real Quinn." It just took some extra time is all," Quinn explained. Rachel nodded.

"Can I ask why you got kicked out?" she asked oh so carefully. She noticed Quinn's back tense up ever so slightly. Rachel cursed her idiocy. 'Of course you can't you dummy! That's personal!' She opened her mouth to apologize but Quinn beat her to it.

"That's a long story that I don't tend to tell people I just met," she said. If anyone else said that, they would have sounded so rude, but the way Quinn said it so delicately and softly made Rachel feel like she was being the rude one.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," she said, honestly hoping she didn't ruin anything. Not that there was a relationship too ruin.

"Oh I'm not mad. The old Quinn maybe would have been. But me, I understand that you were curious. I'll tell you one day," the blonde said. It made Rachel feel like what ever had happened must have been bad. "Enough about my family though, what about yours?"

"I have two gay dads," Rachel said like an idiot. Quinn smiled.

"Good for them," she said earnestly.

"I'm Jewish," Again, stupidly.

"I'm Christian," Quinn held back the giggle as she realized Rachel's poor communication skills.

"I'm an only child,"

"Lucky," the blonde grimaced slightly.

"I like to sing," Rachel continued awkwardly. This time Quinn let the giggle escape.

"Rachel, I'm not trying to interrogate you!" She said, finally finishing with breakfast and handing Rachel a plate. Meanwhile the brunette was trying to not faint at the sound of her name coming off of Quinn's lips.

"Right, sorry, I know. I am just not very good with the social things,"

"I noticed. It's okay though, it's kind of cute," Quinn said with a laugh. But, they both got a weird feeling at what the blonde had said. Rachel blushed and Quinn did too.

"Good, cause it takes me a while to get comfortable with people. It's really not anything personal. Actually, when I was younger, you really couldn't get me to shut up. That's another reason why people thought I was unbelievably annoying in High School. I have been told that I am very confident," Rachel said with a small laugh. Quinn smiled again.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of! Sometimes I would kill for some confidence!" the blonde said sweetly. They ate in a comfortable silence after that. Rachel wolfed down the pancakes, thanking whatever power watched from above that Quinn could cook and that she could stop ordering out. The bacon was next, and it was so good that Rachel wondered how she had lived through her many years of being a vegan.

"Honestly, this is amazing!" She said. Looking around Quinn's frame for seconds, she had planned on not showing the fact that she ate a shitload of food, but she forgot. Quinn giggled and took her plate; she refilled it and set it back down in front of the brunette. After that she did a little dance in place, shuffling her feet around and doing a spin or two. Rachel smiled a little reluctantly at Quinn's playfulness; she guessed that if anyone else just started dancing randomly it you have looked weird. It seemed completely normal for Quinn

"Thanks, it makes up for my cleaning skills. I have always loved cooking, but when it comes to cleaning…" the beautiful blonde frowned and shook her head. "But don't worry," she added. "I am going to keep as clean as possible!" she promised, hoping Rachel wasn't germ a-phobic or anything. The brunette laughed.

"I love cleaning! I got your messes don't worry. As long as you keep me from starving we won't have any problems don't worry!" She said.

"Can't cook huh?" Quinn smiled and sat back down.

"Not even cereal," They laughed together at that. Rachel was feeling extremely elated. They spent the rest of the morning talking about their quirks and flaws. Rachel felt herself wanting to know more and more about the beautiful blonde with every passing moment,

I REALLY hope you guys liked it! And I can take some constructive criticism so if you have any input I am willing to listen! REVIEW!