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Quinn stretched as she opened her eyes and smiled to herself. She had slept surprisingly well for being in a new place, not to mention her room was so... Quiet?
She quickly turned to see the sun nice and high in the sky. "Shit!"
The blonde rushed around the room grabbing clothes and getting ready, unaware of how loud she was being.
"What the fuck, Fabray?" Santana mumbled from the other side of the room.
"I'm late, my alarm didn't go off." Quinn explained in between changing.
"Yes, it did," Santana yawned, "I turned it off."
Quinn stopped suddenly and turned to give her new roommate a questioning look. "Why?" She asked harshly.
"Because it was loud." Santana answered as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.
She stared at the brunette for a couple seconds before deciding that this could be handled later; she was really late.
Quinn finished getting ready and ran out the door. She was already late for her first class and she didn't even know where the room was - needless to say her first day was not starting out well.
It seemed to take forever but eventually she found the lecture hall her class was being held in. Without thinking, she swung the door open with too much force. Before she could catch the handle the door flew into the wall with a crash that echoed through the room.
The whole class, including the professor, stopped to watch the loud, late blonde girl.
"Sorry." Quinn whispered although there was no point in whispering now.
"And who do we have here?" The professor asked as he studied his new student.
"Quinn Fabray." She sat down in a seat near the back, trying to avoid making anymore noise.
The professor nodded. "Does anybody here have a guess as to why Miss Fabray is late?"
He looked around the classroom. At first nobody said anything or even moved a muscle, but eventually it became clear there was no escaping this topic.
"Maybe her alarm didn't go off for some reason." One girl suggested.
The professor nodded and waited for another answer.
"Or she got lost looking for the room." Another student offered.
"Both valid theories, but here's one for you." He crossed his arms and walked to the other side of the small stage he was teaching from.
He was a tall, lean man with a scruffy beard and long legs so it didn't take him long to walk the whole width of the room. Quinn thought he looked to be somewhere in his mid-50's but she had to admit he looked really good for his age.
"Maybe Miss Fabray was a very well-liked and popular girl in high school. Perhaps she comes from a loving family who thinks she can do no wrong. It's possible she was the center of attention at home and socially." He paused to look at Quinn with a glare that forced her to slip further down into her seat. "Maybe Miss Fabray is so used to the world revolving around her, that she has developed an utter disregard for the way her actions affect the people around her."
Quinn stared down at her unopened notebook, silently wishing she could disappear into it. The teacher finished a short introduction to psych 101 and continued on with the class like he hadn't just ripped apart a student's confidence and social reputation.
The blonde could barely pull her attention away from the clock for the remainder of the class. It was dragging on forever and all she wanted to do was leave.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Hey."
Quinn finally tore her eyes away from the clock to face the girl standing beside her. "Hi." She looked around and noticed everyone packing up their stuff; class was over.
"For what it's worth, I doubt you're as bad as Professor Prescott makes you seem."
Quinn shrugged; most of what he said was actually true. She was about to disagree when the girl smiled at her and she couldn't help but smile back. The girl was brunette with captivating brown eyes; she was short and dressed rather simply, but nonetheless beautiful. Quinn stood up and offered her hand. "Quinn Fabray."
"Yeah, I know," the girl laughed, "but it's nice to officially meet you Quinn Fabray." She shook the blonde's hand. "I'm Rachel Berry."
"Nice to meet you too."
The girl shuffled her books and held them up slightly. "I have class now but I'll see you around, Quinn."
Quinn nodded and watched as Rachel left the lecture hall. "I hope so."
Santana slowly opened the door to their room, unsure off what to expect from her new roommate after she angered her that morning. However when she entered the room she found Quinn listening to music on her bed and smiling into her notebook.
The brunette closed the door loudly to get the blonde's attention. Quinn looked up but didn't take her earphones out.
Santana sat down on her bed and faced Quinn. "That's rude you know." She said loud enough that Quinn could hear her.
Quinn finally took one ear bud out. "So is slamming the door." She answered with a smirk.
The brunette smiled; she liked sass. "Hey, so, I probably shouldn't have turned off your alarm this morning or whatever."
Quinn narrowed her eyes at her roommate. "Was that an apology?"
Santana shrugged. "Take it however you want," she said as she swung her legs onto the bed and pulled a magazine out from under the mattress in one motion.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "I'll take it as an apology then."
The brunette stopped flipping through the magazine and looked over at the blonde. "Who is he?"
Quinn's eyebrows shot up. "Who?"
"There has to be some reason you're so forgiving and happy and the best reason is always a crush."
"Oh please, there's no crush." Quinn scoffed.
"Sure, whatever you say." Santana went back to flipping through her magazine and the room was quite for a few seconds.
"I made a friend though."
Santana smiled and threw the magazine aside. "Who?"
"Her name's-"
"Ohh," Santana nodded, "it's like that."
"Like what?"
"Nothing, I just didn't know you played for my team."
Quinn's brow furrowed. "I don't. I have a boyfriend."
Santana laughed. "Like that's ever stopped anyone." Quinn threw her notebook down onto her bed and grabbed her bag. "What are you doing?"
"We can be roommates but we don't have to be friends." Quinn replied sharply.
"Woah, no need to be so sensitive. Ok look," Santana raised her hands in surrender, "I'll be civil."
The blonde studied her roommate intensely before sitting back down. "Fine."
"What's your new friend's name?" Santana asked as she opened her magazine back up.
"Rachel Berry."
Santana's eyes went wide before she started laughing. "Oh, this just keeps getting better!"
"Why?" Quinn was getting really annoyed with Santana.
"Your new friend is perfect little miss Rachel Berry; head of the LGBTQ resources and hard-core lesbian with two adorably gay dads." Santana smirked at Quinn's surprised expression. "That's not a problem is it?"
"Of course not." Quinn answered quickly.
Santana laughed again; she was enjoying this way too much. "Welcome to Yale."
"You've already said that." Quinn groaned.
"I know, but I feel like my subtext didn't quite get through to you last time." She glanced over at her roommate. "Do you get it yet?"
Quinn looked at Santana and then down at the open notebook on her bed. 'Unit One: The psychology behind sexual orientation and attraction'. "I think I'm starting to..."