Getting acclimated to Yale turned out to be harder than Quinn had originally expected. Granted, it had only been a few days, but Quinn had imagined herself already surrounded by friends and feeling at home on this campus. Her life wasn't a fairytale, she had come to terms with that long ago; however, it did not stop her from having hope. Things would get better, eventually.
High school had been easy. After she had turned Lucy into Quinn, it was simple for her to swoop in and take control. People had parted in front of her like Moses and the red sea and they hadn't dared cross her path in fear of being burned. Of course, that was then and this is now. There was no way she could terrorize the entire student body of Yale nor did she want to. Her days of being the HBIC were long over, or at least she hoped they were. She didn't want Yale to be like high school, where everything based about popularity and social status. No, she didn't want Yale to be like that at all; she had been a victim to it once and she didn't want to be one again.
The sudden ringing of a phone drew Quinn out of thoughts. In her discombobulated state, she reached over her head and groped around her desk in search of her phone. A small part of her wished for it to be an old friend calling to catch up, but of course it was just her damn alarm ringing. Fuck, she thought to herself, classes started today and if she didn't get up and out soon, she would be late for her first class and that wouldn't be the best first impression. Thank God she didn't have a roommate as her family was rich enough to bribe the school into giving her a single dorm. There was no way in Hell that she could handle living with another human being for a year; it was already hard living with herself as it was. In approximately 15 minutes, she was ready to go when she suddenly remembered something. Checking her messages, she saw that Rachel had not replied to her text from last night. For some strange reason Quinn felt hurt even though she had no reason to be. Now was not the time to worry about the little diva though. The only way she would avoid being late now was if she magically gained the speed of a cheetah and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
As soon as she was out of her building, she took off in a sprint towards her class. That was until she realized that she had no clue where her class even was. Actually, she didn't even know what her first class was. She rifled through her bag and managed to extract a crumpled up scheduled. Quickly glancing at it, she saw that she had Philosophy with Professor Harries at Connecticut Hall. Ok, now all she had to do was get her heading.
She silently cursed herself for not getting better acquainted with the campus in her short time there, perhaps then she wouldn't be turning in circles looking like an idiot. Several students gave her questioning looks as they walked by her in her frenzied state and while she was searching around for her map, she felt someone tap her shoulder.
"Do you need some help?"
Quinn looked up and locked eyes with a boy she had never seen before. He was standing cockily before her with his hands crossed over his chest. Quinn had been around enough of these guys in high school, namely Puck, and instantly new what his motives were. Play the nice guy who helps the poor, innocent, lost freshman around and get laid. She chuckled lightly at the thought; she guessed some people never really grew up after high school.
"What do you want?" Quinn asked, although it wasn't really a question. If anyone from McKinley was around, they new that it would be best to get out of her way now. But of course this wasn't Lima, Ohio and none of the students here knew not to bother her when she was pissed off.
"You just looked a little lost, that's all. Maybe I could help you?" the boy offered.
"Like hell you want to help her," a voice said from behind Quinn. "Fuck off, creep."
"Oh come on, Brooke, like you wouldn't want to tap that too," retorted the boy.
"Seriously, fuck off."
"Seriously, hun, if you want to get on this too all you have to do is ask," smirked the boy. "You, me, blondie over here, let's willy waggle, shall we?"
"Like I said, fuck off, Lucas," Brooke snarled.
The boy was a douche bag, Quinn could have seen that from a million miles away. Although she knew Brooke had good intentions in coming to her defense, she wasn't a helpless, little girl.
"Brooke, I don't need you coming to my defense," Quinn growled.
"Ooohhh, I sense a girl fight about to arise here. Well, if you want to relieve some of that tension just call me up, blondie," drawled Lucas. "Anyway, I'm wasting way too much effort on one girl, off to the next one then."
And after pelvic thrusting the air a couple times, Lucas sauntered off away from the girls. The two girls turned to face each other and Quinn couldn't help but be slightly angry at Brooke.
"Lucas' a jerk, everyone here knows that," Brooke stated.
"Be that as it may, I didn't need you to protect me. I can handle myself fine," Quinn said coldly.
"Fine, I get it. There's no need to get mad at me. Next time I'll remember that you don't need help from anyone," replied Brooke.
At this rate, Quinn was never going to make friends. It was her innate character to push everyone away and to not trust them. It may have worked before, but back then, she had power. Right now, she had absolutely nothing.
"I'm sorry, Brooke. I'm just not very good at letting people stand up for me; I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. I appreciate your good intentions though."
Looking down at her watch, Quinn realized that she was more than 20 minutes late.
"Fuck, this is not the day to be running late. I know I haven't been the nicest lately, but could you point out Connecticut Hall for me?"
Brooke sighed deeply before answering. "It's straight down that path and it'll be on your right. You'll see the sign, it's kind of hard to miss. Just look for the kids spewing philosophical nonsense."
"Thanks, Brooke," said Quinn as she took off running down the path. She was curious and a tad bit creeped out that Brooke had happened to be there. She's seen enough horror films about the college roommate who turn out to be serial killers and now the only thought in her head was Brooke climbing through her window and garroting her. These things only happened in movies right?
As Quinn raced into the area she assumed to be the old campus, she regretted quitting the Cheerios. Running this short distance should not leave her so out of breath. She found the building without a problem and slowed down her pace before entering. There was something about the old building that Quinn found enticing. She liked old things, she had an eclectic collection of random vintage findings. Later she would really explore the campus and appreciate her surroundings, but right now she needed to tactfully enter the lecture hall. Of course any tact Quinn had hoped for was lost when the heavy door slammed shut behind her.
All the students in the room turned to look at her; some snickered quietly, while others looked annoyed. The professor however, did not look up from his lecture notes.
"Ms. Fabray, I assume," called the professor. "How nice of you to join us."
"I'm sorry, sir. I woke up late and then I got lost and then some jerk came and..." stuttered Quinn.
"Well, you are here now and I will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that your behavior today does not reflect your future plans for this class, otherwise I highly suggest you switch out now."
"No, sir. I will make sure that it doesn't happen again," Quinn said, gaining more confidence in her voice.
"Very well then, have a seat, Ms. Fabray. Let us not waste anymore of our precious time."
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When class was over, Quinn got up to leave along with everyone else. Overall, it hadn't been a very productive lecture seeing as it was the first day of classes and all. Professor Harries had introduced the course, gave a brief outline of the goals and then he called it a day because there was really nothing else to do. The minute she exited the building, she felt her phone vibrate in her bag. Digging it out, she was surprised when she saw that Rachel had texted her back. The two had become friends during the end of the yea, but with all their summer plans, they hadn't had much time to maintain that relationship. But Rachel was part of home and if she was willing to reach out, then Quinn was as well.
From Rachel: Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I was exhausted.
A part of Quinn felt relieved that Rachel had an alibi for not texting back last night, which was weird because why would Rachel need an alibi in the first place? Quinn simply pushed the feeling aside, blaming her stress for her moodiness.
From Quinn: Hey, Rach! It's all right, don't worry about it. I'm glad that you were able to get some rest.
Rachel responded back almost immediately.
And how are you? Did you start classes yet?
I had my first class today, philosophy. It wasn't bad, we didn't do much, but I did end up being 30 minutes late so my professor probably hates me now.
Aw, I don't think so. No one could hate you.
That reply took Quinn off guard. Did Rachel not hate her for all the torture she had put that girl through? Everyone hated her, she was convinced of that.
That's not true, but I appreciate the sentiments. How was your first day?
It wasn't bad.
Quinn thought for a moment before replying.
Tell me about it?
Author's note: None of these characters belong to me.
I had planned on making this a longer chapter, but I didn't want to throw you guys right into the middle of everything too quickly so I broke it up a little bit. Yay for development! What did you guys think? I still need to move the story a tiny bit further along before I jump right into all the goodness that is Faberry. You'll see.
