Chapter 2

"Q! You safe in New Haven?"

Quinn smiled at the sound of the familiar husk of her best friend's voice. She rummaged through her boxes to pull out her favorite blanket, before cuddling up in her new, twin bed.

"Yeah San. Before we get started on me, you tell me about New York."

"Ugh, it's a fucking journey. I got an apartment, Upper East Side. You'll never guess who my roommate is."

"…A lesbian pornstar?"

"Knock it off, Q. No, I didn't get that lucky. I got Rachel Fucking Berry."

Quinn's stomach turned in a knot when she heard Rachel's name. She shot up from her bed and flew across the room, rummaging through her backpack. She pulled out a pass, from New Haven to New York. She wondered if Rachel had actually taken the gift seriously.

Doubtful.

"Quinn, you still there? Are you masturbating to the hobbit's picture?"

"Ugh, no. I got preoccupied."

"I'll let you go rub off-"

"San no! How's she holding up?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself?"

"It's not as if we talk on a daily basis."

"She cries herself to sleep, cries in her sleep, and cries in the shower. Puts on a mask for the rest of the day. And then repeats the cycle. Daily."

"Over Finn, huh."

"Yup."

"Asshole."

"Q, this isn't your situation."

"No, but he made it mine. Rachel told him about the voucher I gave her, and after she left on the train, he pulled me aside and asked me to watch after her. And make sure she's okay. And I was dumb enough to agree. The last person she's going to want to see is me."

"Why though…"

"I'll explain to you better in person. Um, I'll be there over the weekend. After I finish getting all of my dorm stuff finished and all my summer program stuff out of the way. But I'll be there, soon. Leave the key under the mat, San. Bye."

Quinn disconnected the call, and blew her bangs out of her face. When was her life ever simple? Never. The last time her life was simple, was freshman year. And if by simple, that meant sexual frustration, thanks to Rachel Berry.

She shoved the voucher under a pile of papers in her desk, when the door clicked open, and a petite girl with long brown hair walked inside. She rubbed her nose slightly, before smiling softly. Quinn raised an eyebrow, looking the girl over. Was she supposed to have a roommate? The girl was 3 days late, she thought the bed was for decoration. Maybe the security at Yale was just inferior to the other Ivy League schools.

"Um, hey. I'm Reyna. You can call me Rae or something of the sorts. Nice to meet you."

Quinn was already intrigued by her thick, English accent. Reyna. English Reyna. Her roommate. Not bad, Yale. Not Bad.

"Nice to meet you too, Reyna. I'm Quinn. Call me Q, or whatever. Welcome to the room."

Quinn plopped down on her bed, and grabbed her phone again. She needed to text San.

'Screw Finn. He's gonna have to fix his own damn hole, this time. Met my new roommate. She's English. Name's Reyna. Hm, 7/10. Talk to you later. –Q xx.'

A/N : The chapters might be short for the first few. Because they're coming from a single point of view. They'll surely be longer when I have all 3 girls in like, the same vicinity.

A/N2: I pictured Reyna to be Kathryn Prescott. :3