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August 15, 2008 10:03 am
"If you need anything, use the credit card." Those were the departing words of her parents after they deposited her belongings and released her into the care of Emma Pillsbury- House Director.
No "I love you". No "We'll miss you". Not even a "goodbye". All Quinn received was a credit card before her parents hastily drove away to catch the next flight out of Logan International Airport.
"Well Quinn, it looks like you are the first person to arrive," Emma stated in ragged breaths after hauling the last of Quinn's luggage into her room. "We don't have too many freshmen who volunteer to participate in pre-season. I'm so glad I get to have you in my dorm. We're going to have an awesome year! Would you like some help unpacking, or how about a tour?" Emma asked.
"No thank you Ms. Pillsbury. I think I can manage on my own." After spending two hours on the flight with her parents, she was ready to be alone.
"Call me Emma, dear. We will have a dorm meeting tonight at 7:00pm. If you need anything before then or want to take a look around campus, just let me know. My door is always open."
After Emma left, Quinn resigned herself to organizing the room. Unlike her large bedroom at home, this room did not contain an en suite bathroom. In fact, this room was about half the size of her bedroom. To make matters worse, she had to share it with an unknown roommate.
Looking around, the blonde noticed two twin beds, two bookcases, two desks, and...one closet. Opening the closet, Quinn chuckled sardonically, "You have got to be kidding me." Not only was the entire closet barely the size of her shoe closet, but also stuffed into it were two dressers and two clothes racks. There wasn't even enough room for a full-length mirror. Instead, a small, horizontal mirror lay attached to the wall above the dressers. Quinn decided that she would tackle the closet last. Instead, she began to mentally organize how she would fit all of her belongings into the tiny room.
August 15, 2008 4:25 pm
"I knew we should have left earlier. Fathers, you know how imperative it is for me to be punctual, especially for the start of a new term. And daddy, I can't believe you wasted valuable time taking the scenic route through Pennsylvania. This is not a road trip! I was supposed to be there at 10:00 am when the dorms opened and now I may quite possibly be late for my very first dorm meeting. I-"
Cutting into Rachel's rant, Hiram turned around from the front passenger's seat and said with a frown, "Rach, your Daddy and I only wanted to spend more time with you. You don't know how hard it is to send your only baby girl away to boarding school. We know what a wonderful opportunity this is, but it doesn't make it any easier."
Rachel petulantly huffed and crossed her arms. "But you guys are staying the whole weekend. We can spend time together then."
"Sweetie, it's not the same," lamented Leroy.
Noticing the sadness in her Daddy's voice, the brunette decided that if her fathers wanted a few more hours with her, she would gladly do so.
Arriving with an hour to spare before the dorm meeting, Rachel and her fathers entered the dorm with the intent to finish unpacking and organizing her belongings as quickly as possible. After retrieving the key from the nice red-haired woman wearing plastic gloves who mumbled something about unsanitary freshman after her greeting, the Berry's went to find Rachel's room.
Before Hiram could unlock the door, Rachel grabbed his wrist and halted his movements. "Dad! My roommate could be indecent. Let's be polite and knock first!"
Chuckling at his daughter's antics, Hiram knocked three times before finally entering the room. Turning his head toward Rachel and Leroy as he walked in, Hiram said, "Looks like no one is here."
But Rachel heard nothing because as her father opened the door, all the diva could see was glamour. "My roommate must be some kind of princess," she thought. Everything looked brand new, from the expensive down comforter to the sleek, MacBook Pro. Stepping into the closet, the brunette was blown away. The dual occupancy closet was jammed packed with designer clothes. Being her naturally curious self, Rachel began to inspect the clothing. Burberry, Tory Burch, Vineyard Vines, J. Crew and every other preppy brand that she did not know hung from custom-made hangers. Looking over at her roommate's shoe rack, Rachel noticed a pair of 5 inch, Swarovski studded, Louboutins. What fourteen-year-old owns Louboutins? None that she knew. Hesitantly, the diva opened the top draw of her roommate's dresser. With a blush, she rapidly shut the drawer. Apparently fourteen-year-olds also owned lingerie.
Having embarrassed herself enough for the rest of the day, Rachel exited the closet and was pleased to find that her fathers had unpacked the majority of her belongings. Most of the people at her old school thought she was a diva, but in reality she was only a diva when the moment called for it. Therefore, the brunette insisted on only bringing the essentials. Although she didn't own much, she had everything she needed.
As her fathers began to hang up her clothes, Rachel walked over to her roommate's desk in order to inspect a picture that she had only now noticed. Sitting on a bench in what looked like a park, were two blondes wearing identical Harvard sweatshirts. The older of the two had short, choppy hair that was divided into two French braids. She was smirking as if she knew a deep-seated secret that the photographer did not. Nonetheless, her slate colored eyes portrayed a warmth that was otherwise indiscernible from the rest of her features.
Sitting to the left of the smirking blonde was the prettiest girl Rachel had ever seen. Everything about her was effortless- from the cascading, lightly curled blonde locks to the Grecian-inspired, defined cheekbones. Then she noticed the blonde's eyes. Staring back at her were the most gorgeous set of hazel eyes that she had ever seen. Eyes that were wide open with a layer moisture that comes from laughing too hard. Eyes that swirled with amusement at something that the brunette now wished she knew. Rachel never really appreciated the color hazel until now. How could the blonde's eyes be one color, but with all different hues equally expressed? It was because this girl was perfect. Perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect nose. Touching her nose, the diva could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
"Rach, we're about done with your closet. Let's go get your record player from the car and then we will be all done." Leroy said.
Startled from her musings, the brunette accidentally dropped the photo. As she went to pick it up, she noticed the writing on the back.
Frannie (left) and Quinn (right) Fabray.
Quinn Fabray. That was her roommate's (and prettiest girl she had ever seen) name.
A/N: Thank you all for following this story and a special thanks to FaberryOTP, Glee Girls, and BerryGolden for being my first reviewers. It means a lot! I promise to update regularly!