Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around.

-Show me love by T.A.T.U

September- Part one

Due to strange plane timetables, Quinn arrived a day early and also at five in the morning on that day. The cabbie dropped her off on campus and she stared up at the buildings as she walked past. Would these buildings feel like home to her within a few months?

It certainly looked like home, with its tall old fashioned buildings and cobble stoned streets. A few trees lined the walkway, they were just starting to change color. The orange and reds blended with the green creating an almost picture like quality. Under any other circumstances she would have thought the sight beautiful.

Now she was just annoyed.

Susan [She had finally got the name sorted out] has stopped texting her after she told her about leaving. She was only using her for the sex, just as she was using her. It shouldn't annoy her but it did. People in her life had a horrible habit of abandoning her.

Deciding that it was in her best interest not to dwell on it; she glanced down at her campus map. The buildings were rather strangely sorted, she had no real idea of how she was going to find her way around. The main building however was quite close and she reached it in no time.

She climbed up the stairs and moved to knock on the door. It pulled open before her knuckles could hit the wood.

A strangely happy looking woman looked out and beamed at her.

"Ah, Miss Fabray is it? My name is Luanne Home. I am the head mistress of this school. Do come in."

She opened the door for her and never stopped smiling.

Quinn was finding that look a bit creepy. Maybe all those clichés about head masters/mistresses were true.

She walked into her office and looked around. It was by far the most unorganized slob hole she had ever been into. Papers were stacked on filing cabinets and the drawers were left open, seemingly unused. Book shelves were double stacked and piled in three different ways. Random scraps of paper littered the floor and the desk.

Oh Gods, the desk. The desk was covered in papers and stacks of books. A laptop was set among the madness, a layer of dust on the face. A couple of used coffee cups sat on top of papers. She hoped, dearly that they were not important.

"Yes, I do believe my mother sent over the papers."

Well if you can find them...

"She did, she did." Mrs Home said, shuffling papers around her desk.

Someone needs to set this system to digital, she thought to herself.

"Ah, here we are!" She announced happily.

Quinn wondered just how often this happened in an office like this...she found herself not annoyed by her happiness and even offered her a small smile in return. She considered clapping but decided against it.

Luanne placed a pair of glasses onto her nose and squinted at the page. She tested it by holding it away from her then close to her face. It took a moment before she found the appropriate distance and was able to read it to her.

"Your mother requests that your status remain secret and that you may be a regular student."

"Of course she does."

Luanne nodded and reads off a few more things. "She also requests that you room with someone."

This set off an alarm inside her mind. A roommate, this could be a very good thing or a very bad thing depending on who this new roommate was.

"That's fine," she said. "Who is my new roommate?'

"A Miss Rachel Berry," Luanne read. "Her father owns half of New York City and her other father is...a performer in the musical Rent. He plays the lead, if I'm not mistaken."

Quinn nodded. Well she would not be the only rich kid in this school, then.

"Is she interested in performing then?"

"Yes, she is the lead our Glee club [Show choir group] and more often than not plays the leads in out yearly musical. This year is 'Wicked' in case you were wondering."

She nodded. She was not interested in the information but it was best not to cause arguments.

"Now, your room number is 235 on floor two. You may head up now, if you be quiet or you can wait until later."

"Any chance I could get a shower? It was a really long flight and-"

"Yes, yes of course. Second floor, down the hall to the right, she replied."

"Thank-you," Quinn replied with a small smile.

In truth she was just pleased to be out of her company. For now, she needed to keep a good front. She would turn into the school's scandal after she gets her surroundings down.

The head mistress happily waved her out the door and shuts it behind her. Quinn looked back in surprise. Was she trying to get rid of her?

Well it was 5:30am by now. Maybe she was just tired? Quinn didn't let it bother her as she climbed the four flights of stairs up to the second floor. The second she entered the hall, she noticed two things.

One, the people here need better designers [Honestly, green and white stripes with purple trim? Where are we? A bad 70s movie...] and two, someone was singing in the shower.

She could hear the sound of water hitting tile but over that the delightful sound of a singing voice. Her voice was beautiful.

Curiosity really got the best of her as she quietly pushed open the door. The voice grew louder as she entered. She shut the door behind her.

The washroom was set up with the showers on the far wall. Each stall had a light piece of cloth strung across the opening. Nothing all that fancy, despite this school being made for rich kids. A line of sinks was set up on the wall behind her she noted a small very pink bag set on the side of one of the sinks. So the girl was a femme...

The toilet stalls were set up to the right. The middle of the room was left mostly open save for a few benches that she assumed would be full in a few hours.

The singing was coming from the last stall. The light reflected off the curtain just enough that she could see an outline of the girl inside. Her breath caught in her throat. She was short but lithe. Her hair clung to her back as the water pounded down on her. She could only imagine what she would look like without the curtain separating them.

She licked her top lip.

Quinn watched as she leaned over to scrub her legs before setting herself back into the stream to rinse. The girl let out a small sigh and continued to scrub through her hair.

Suddenly an alarm went off. Quinn practically jumped out of her skin before she realized that it came from the girl's bag. She must have set it so that she wouldn't be in there for hours.

The girl sighed and rinsed herself off again. She really didn't seem pleased to have to leave.

If I was in there with her, she really never would want to leave.

The thought crossed her mind and she realized how borderline stalker it sounded. She didn't even know this girl. But it was so very true...

The girl switched off the shower. She was wrapping a towel around herself when it finally set in that this was a bit creepy. She was watching this random stranger shower! Even she wasn't that perverted. Quinn quickly slipped out, hoping that she hadn't heard the door close behind her.

She walked down the hall, hoping that her roommate was awake. Maybe she could slip inside and not have to even worry about that girl hearing her at all.

Before she could even get down the hall, someone walked up behind her. A young girl wearing a short pink house coat carrying a small pink bag walked purposely past her. Her hair was still damp and it clung to the sides of her head and left wet marks on the house coat. For one second, Quinn caught sight of her face.

Her face was thin, with high cheekbones. Without make-up it seems that she has a perfect complexion, clearly brought on by moisturizers by the million or maybe it was just one of those strange perfections that even Quinn didn't have. Her eyes were what caught her attention most though. It was not that they were big and round framed with thick eyelashes. No, it was because of the warm brown color surrounding the pupil. Quinn had never seen anything like it.

Some say, the eyes are the window to the soul. Quinn could practically read her like a book just by looking into those brown eyes. She was ambitious and determined, but vulnerable and unable to express herself completely. She was confident to most people but guarded to some.

Quinn found herself stopping in the middle of the hall while this mystery girl walked on. She was already infatuated by a girl that she had not even said two words to. A girl whose codes she needed to crack. Whose secrets she needed to know and whose lips she needed to feel on hers. Quinn had already made up her mind on how she was going to become this school's next scandal.

She was going to go after the girl in pink.

It took a few minutes for it to really sink in and in those minutes she noticed that the girl had entered a room in the hall. She hadn't even been paying attention to which room it was. She sighed and decided that she could figure out more on this girl later on. Right now, she needed to get to her room and unpack.

She had only brought one suitcase with her when she left. That suitcase containing: her school supplies, her new uniform and a few sets of PJs and underwear to last a few days. Her mother would be sending the rest within a few days. So she dug out her room assignment sheet and re-checked the number before pulling her suitcase down the hall. She read off the numbers as she went before finding the correct one and knocking on the door.

A voice said, "come in" and she opened the door.

A small smile crossed her face when she realized who she would be rooming with. It was the girl in pink. It was Miss Rachel Berry.

Miss Rachel Berry didn't appear to have any shame in dressing in front of people. She was just pulling on a cute little sundress when Quinn entered. She came in just in time to see the back of her pink panties. How much pink does this girl own?

She turned around and smiled. "You must be my new roomie. Hi, I am Rachel Barbra Berry." She held out her hand and Quinn shook it, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm Quinn Fabray," she replied.

Rachel let go of her hand. "Now there are a few things that you should know about me before we start having to share a room. I have this morning routine. I wake up at 5am and by 5:10 I am on the elliptical-" she motioned to the exercise machine behind her- "and by 5:40 I am in the shower and getting ready. I am afraid that I won't be changing my routine even if you're not much of a morning person, I tend to play music while I work out...so..."

"It is fine," Quinn finally said, finding it hard to get a word in edge wise. "I like to run in the mornings so I'll get used to your routine after a while. Though...I don't really know my way around here yet and-"

Rachel had moved over to her dresser and was currently brushing her wet hair. She looked up and stared at her with curiosity.

"Would you like me to show you around?"

She nodded.

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"Normally people don't purposely want to spend time with me."

"I guess I'm not normal then."

Rachel gave her a little smile at that. Quinn decided that she wanted to see that smile as often as possible and began to think up ways to get that smile back.

"Well the Cafeteria doesn't open for another hour. We could go for breakfast at this little cafe I know if you don't want to wait..."

Quinn smiled. "Sounds perfect...I'm going to go get ready. I'll meet you back here in about half an hour."

"Okay," she replies.

The second Quinn shut the door behind her music started up inside of the dorm. She didn't recognize the song but she liked it just the same.

Maybe my mother was right in sending me here, she thought.

Half an hour later they started walking off campus. Rachel bubbly chatted with Quinn but she was doing most of the talking. They discussed practically every little thing either girl could think of.

Some would call Rachel annoying. Quinn could see now why she was so surprised when she said that she wanted her to show her around town. But she found it was kind of endearing. She was girlfriend material, not just random booty call material. The girl in pink was becoming more and more interesting as time went on.

Though if she kept talking about her abundance of solos, she might have to think up a snappy retort.

They flashed their student cards at the gate and entered the town. The school was located in a very small but quaint village that seemed to specialize in thrift stores and banks. As they walked to the cafe, Quinn noticed at least three thrift stores and two different banks.

"This town is a bit small, isn't it?"

Rachel nodded. 'Yep, but the people here are really nice and they have a great theater...besides a few more years and I'll be on Broadway with my Dads anyways...so..."

She shrugged. "Doesn't really matter at the moment."

"I see," Quinn mumbled.

"Well here we are," Rachel proudly announced. "This is the best cafe in town."

Quinn quickly went in front of her and opened the door. Rachel entered and maybe it was a trick of the light but Quinn could swear that she saw her blush. The pink across her cheeks, had to be the most adorable thing she had ever seen.

Quinn followed in behind her. The lady behind the counter automatically smiled and waved to them.

"Morning Angela."

"Morning Rachel," she replied. "The usual?"

She nodded. "What would you like Quinn?"

Quinn shrugged and looked up to the menu boards. She selected a meal that she actually didn't view as poor people food. Everything she saw on those boards were mostly things that she had never eaten before, and never for breakfast if she had.

So she selected eggs and toast, figuring that if it was the best cafe in town that it wouldn't be too bad. Though she found herself missing her eggs benedict and freshly baked muffins.

The order came through quick, too quick for Quinn's liking. It made her suspect that they had already prepared the meals before they had even arrived. While they waited Rachel chatted with Angela as if she had known her for her entire life. This she found was a bit odd since Rachel only went to school here.

When they sat down with their food, Rachel answered that question for her.

"I work here during the summers and holidays. Angela is my boss."

Quinn found this strange and voiced it.

"Well, it is always nice to have a little extra money on my hands. My Dads are always so busy and sometimes they just forget to send extra spending money. That's all."

Quinn wanted to ask why she would even be here during the summer and holidays but she quickly changed the subject.

"Let's talk about you," she said. "Why are you here?"

I am the crowned princess of a country you have ever heard of and my mother was getting tired of me getting with every girl I saw and making the tabloids give the royal family a bad name.

"My mom was annoyed with how much trouble I caused," she said.

"What kind of trouble?"

"I may have had more girlfriends than the Beatles have songs."

Rachel paused for a moment before shyly smiling. Quinn got a bit worried, maybe she wasn't comfortable with having a lesbian for a roommate. Maybe she would request a switch and then Quinn would have no chance with her at all...

"Well...sending you off to an all-girls boarding school was punishment for having too many girlfriends? Somehow this doesn't make sense to me." She laughed.

"I know right. I didn't understand it either."

The topics changed freely as they ate through their surprisingly delicious meals. Quinn found herself getting more and more infatuated with the girl in pink as time went on. How soon could she ask her out on a real date, she wondered.

She didn't have much time to wonder about this. Since Rachel boldly announced, "well we have an entire town to explore. We'd better get moving!"

Rachel hopped up and brought their dishes back behind the counter. Angela took them from her and insisted that she needed to stop trying to wash her own dishes since she wasn't working there anymore.

Quinn smiled to herself. The girl in pink was becoming strangely sweet in her mind. Annoying yes but sweet...

She wondered if her parents would approve of her or not. They never approved of her other girlfriends, would they approve of her?

"Where to next?" Quinn asked, linking arms with her.

Rachel smiled at the gesture and didn't try to get out of it.

"To the theater downtown," she replied. "There is a show in about half an hour and I don't want to miss it."

So they left the cafe and headed downtown, Rachel pointing out every little thing on their journey. Quinn found she was enjoying just being around the girl. It was nice despite how she could make things even nicer.

When they arrived back at the school, the students were up and wandering around. Rachel flashed their Ids at the gate and went through. They had only just entered when-

"Yo man hands!"

Rachel sighed and wiggled her arm out of Quinn's. Quinn raised an eyebrow at her.

"You will glad of it...I'm sure."

Before she could ask what she meant, a Latino girl jogged up to them. She stopped in front of them.

"You mind introducing me to your friend blonde here?"

"I can introduce myself. Quinn Fabray."

"Santana Lopez,' she said with a wink.

Her eyes were scanning Quinn, in her old jeans and band T-Shirt. She seemed to be looking in approval of what she saw. Quinn winked back at her.

Santana smirked.

"Why are you hanging around this loser?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about her, Quinn. She's just upset because I never put out for her."

"I am convinced that you will, someday."

"I can get you what you clearly want." She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Her T-Shirt pulled up over her toned stomach.

"Slut," Rachel said between two coughs.

"Prude," Santana replied.

She rolled her eyes.

"I need to get going, meeting some of my girls later. Keep your options open, Quinn Fabray."

She turned and walked away, swinging her hips back and forth as she did.

"Is there something going on between you two?"

No! God, no. Why would you think that?

Quinn shrugged. "Your reaction tells me just about everything I need to know, actually. I plan to avoid her."

Rachel looked up at her, the surprise evident on her face. "I thought you might be interested in her..."

"I'm trying to change my tune. Maybe be the good girl for once."

'I think I like that."

"I think I like it, too."

In truth, Quinn was still keeping her options open. If Santana was willing and ready...maybe she could be a booty call, if need be. It was fine to keep her options open, she always believed.

As she watched Santana walk away, she wondered to herself.

What the hell was this school like? Where were all the teachers, anyway?

And what did she mean by meeting her girls?

By the end of the day, she decided that this place was practically lesbian heaven. She had been hit on at least five times and had several invites to late night parties back in the forested area of the campus, where apparently there was next to no security.

Once she voiced the question that had been on her mind for ages. "Is everyone here a lesbian?"

A girl passing her in the halls laughed and replied with, "only the fun ones." She gave her a sultry wink and walked on by.

She took all these invitations with some interest but then remembered her mission. To get the girl in pink...she wanted a girlfriend, not a late night booty call. That was old news.

She wasn't a player anymore.

Though she was the best player in the game...

No, she needed to change her tune if she didn't want to get in trouble again.

There were classes the next day and it appears that the two girls only had one class together: History. Quinn knew plenty about the history of her home country, sure but there was not that much history to know. They had only been founded about 200 years before...

However American history seemed to have more and more to learn...there did not seem to be an end to all this knowledge. A textbook was dropped on her desk the first day. It was thicker than both her wrists put together. The professor was also quick to inform them that they were only covering the 1900s to present. There was just so much to get used to!

Rachel sat next to her in class. She was attentive and active in class discussions to a point where it might be considered annoying. Every time she raised her hand, the class let out a collective groan despite how she had just saved them half an hour's discussion by just giving the correct answer right away.

Quinn additively found it slightly annoying as well but she did not voice it aloud.

The one class she liked more than anything was one that she did not have Rachel in. It was her advanced art course. They were viewing basic drawing skills and Quinn could see that she was already so far ahead of them.

Despite how she had not drawn anything worthwhile for several months...she had been too busy hooking up with five different girls each night to practice. She needed to review shadows and toning but other than that she was right up there with the masters.

The teacher noticed this, right away. Teachers tend to notice their most intelligent students. It helps to single out who had the most potential and who did not. She complimented her on her sketches and Quinn could not help but beam with pride. Maybe there was something that she was good at.

Quinn sketched a face while she half-listened to the teacher drone on about shadowing. It was her sort of girlfriend Susan.

After classes that day, Quinn packed up her drawing pencils and paper. She slipped out of the room, a few minutes late since she had stopped to talk with the professor. The halls were already completely empty.

She shrugged and decided to head back up to her room.

A grasped hers from behind. In a second she found herself pinned up against the hall by a Latino whose name she certainly remembered. She laced their fingers together and smirked.

"I know you," she whispered.

"N-no you don't."

"Yes, I do," she replied. She leaned so her lips practically touched her ear but not quite. Her breath spread out across the delicate flesh and she shivered. "You are the girl who hooked up every other night. You are the player who was considered the most valuable player in the game. You caused so much havoc that your mommy and daddy sent you here, hoping you'd straighten out. You know how I know this?"

She shook her head.

"It is because I am that girl. My parents shipped me here without a second glance and yet I still play...and I know that you want to, too."

"Maybe I don't."

Her lips curled upwards and she kissed the underside of her ear. Her lips just brushing enough to make her crave more, to make her want to spin around and slam her against a wall where she'd attack her lips something fierce.

She held back though. Girls like this were not ones to be fooling around with. She could have a motive for doing this.

Gah- what was she thinking?

"I know you do," she said. "And you know it too."

She kissed down her throat, slowly and seductively. Quinn had to bite the side of her cheek to hold back her groan. She the edge of her uniform shirt and yanked it down to reveal her collarbone. She kissed and sucked on the skin there until Quinn couldn't hold it back any longer.

She moaned. The noise seemed so loud in the empty hallway that it almost felt embarrassing.

Santana saw this as a victory and kissed back up to her lips. She licked her own before latching them onto hers.

She kissed like Susan, with fire and confidence. She had kissed many girls before and the practice showed with each movement against her. She licked across her lips and Quinn gleefully let her in. Quinn let her explore before taking more charge of the kiss herself. She licked up and down her tongue, issuing delicious moans from Santana.

It was a moment before they came up for air, in that moment there was a rather awkward pause when Quinn spoke.

"Tell me about...Rachel Berry."

The grip on her hand loosened.

"Why the hell would you want to know about her?'

The kiss seemed all but forgotten and part of her wanted to rewind back to it. Santana was a damn good kisser.

"I'm just curious. Why you called her a prude and-"

Santana rolled her eyes. She backed up at least a foot and glared at her straight in the eyes.

"Rachel Berry is little twit who needs to learn what is good for her. She is annoying and selfish and never knows when to stop. Plus, she has refused me more than enough times..."

She cocked an eyebrow.

'Why are you interested in her?"

"Maybe a bit," she admitted.

There was another pause.

"Well making out with me in a hallway isn't going to get RU-Paul into your arms, is it?"

"What?"

"You heard me. I'll help you get with the beast if you come behind the science wing tonight. Just one night and I know you are well aware of what will happen."

Quinn smirked. "Well I may have been in that myself-"

"How many?"

"Four," she replied.

"Not bad but I've gotten five."

Quinn laughed. She was starting to like this girl. Her attitude was kind of refreshing in a strange way that she couldn't really explain.

"Now the question is...finish what we started or go do our homework."

Their eyes met in a fiery sort of passion as the answer was evident to the both of them. There was no real need to voice it as their lips met once again.

They didn't have sex in that hallway. Mostly because of the fact that the teachers would be coming out of their classrooms at some point but also because of the new deal that was formed between them.

Quinn could have the girl in pink sooner than she had originally thought.

It was about half an hour later when Quinn got back to the dorm room. She was disappointed that Rachel was not there but then remembered that she probably had Glee club that day. She didn't know how long Glee ran so she just made herself comfortable on her bed, her books stacked around her. She began the mountain of homework that she had not been expecting when she checked yesterday.

She was just getting through her math homework when the door opened. Rachel practically skipped into the room and shut the door behind her. She was humming a tune under her breath and hadn't even noticed that Quinn was sitting there. She smiled.

"Something good happen?"

Rachel practically jumped out of her skin.

"Oh, it's you," she said catching her breath. "You scared me."

"Sorry but I divert to my original question. Did something good happen?"

"Something very, very good happened."

She plopped down onto her bed and grinned over at her.

"I got the solo in this coming competition. I was expecting but still it is great to see my talent recognized. I will be singing, Loves me not by T.A.T.U. Russian version of course. It took awhile to convince my Mr Shue to let us sing their songs but it was worth it. Do you know them?"

Quinn shook her head.

Rachel didn't respond and just switched on her iPod stand.

"It is two girls singing," Quinn said after a few moments. She had never heard an actual recorded love song by two girls before...it was nice and also strange in a good way.

"Yes, yes it is. This song is called 'All the things she said' and it just has to be one of my favorite duets ever."

"How do you know it's beautiful if it is in Russian?"

Quinn was half-expecting her to say something like, 'oh, I speak Russian, I'm fluent.' She was not expecting her response.

"You don't need to understand something to know that it is beautiful, Quinn. I don't know if it is beautiful or not in lyrics wise...but somehow I just know that it is. Does that sound odd?"

"No, not at all...just I've never heard anyone respond to music that way before."

"I take my music very seriously, Miss Fabray. I listen to anything and everything, really. I find most music to be beautiful but it all has meaning...either way."

She smiled.

"I think that's beautiful, Rachel. Can you show me which song you will be singing?"

Rachel beamed. "That was not a request that she was asked very often."

She switched the song and let the music flood over them. They both completed their homework in their own separate bubbles, never speaking to each other but connected by song while they worked. Halfway through the album, Rachel started singing along and Quinn could not think of anything more perfect.

The silence between them did not break until they noticed the time and had to head down for dinner. They chatted about anything and everything while they walked down all those stairs.

Quinn had climbed so many stairs in that day alone that she was convinced that she had already lost three dress sizes.

On their way down, they passed Santana who was holding the arm of a tall blonde girl. She turned and winked in her direction before climbing the rest of the stairs.

"What was that?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing," she replied. "Absolutely nothing."

Author's note-

The details of the girl's sex life will not be included. It will be brushed over but I can assure you that it does have meaning and does make sense to the story itself.

On another note, the chapters will probably remain at about this length from now on. I will be splitting each month in half so some chapters may be longer than others.

Also thank-you for the reviews and alerts! I was very surprised and am very happy that there is so much interest in this story. Thank-you for that.

Now I hope that you enjoy the rest of the story and feel free to let me know in a review or a PM.