A/N: Things are getting harder and harder to write for this story while they are apart. This is going to take some out-of-the-box thinking, but we should get there. So, feel free to send me any suggestions you might have whether they be ideas for the story or any kind of problems you see.

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It was going to be longer, but it was late, I wanted to get this up and I really didn't see the point of making you guys wait another 24 hours for 200 words.

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Quinn's day

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Quinn was really starting to settle in nicely in her new dorm room. It was in a nice area, her roommate was nice and fun, the room was spacious and much more. Really, the only thing that could be improved upon was the distance it was from Rachel. Though, then again, she could blame the school for that.

The distance was proving to be really hard for Quinn. She just wanted to touch Rachel. All the time. Not only that, but she was starting to get a little irritable and was having minor mood swings. It was probably fair to guess that she wanted Rachel to touch her too. She probably would have already had a visit to Rachel's dorm room if she had of started at Yale yet.

Tomorrow was the big day however and Rachel had insisted that she make sure she had all her stuff. Quinn didn't see how that was an all day affair, but Rachel had insisted and Quinn was really in the mood to argue. Video chats could only handle so much of her Rachel craving. She needed to touch and feel. Right now it didn't even need to be anything sexual, just hand holding or cuddling would do her pretty well.

"So are you seriously going to go over your stuff all day?" Brook was lying on her bed, watching Quinn with little interest.

"What Rachel and I talk about is none of your business. I don't think you should be listening in on my phone conversations." Quinn didn't really care; she was just trying to see if she could have some fun.

"I'm your dorm buddy. You have to tell me everything, so I may as well hear it from the source. It's a non-written law that I am allowed to listen to your phone conversations with your girlfriend. It's my right... No, my responsibility. Unless of course there is some sex talk going on, you can keep that to yourselves." Brook looked satisfied with her little speech. Quinn had to admit, it was pretty impressive if there was no planning involved.

"Oh, yeah. Because me and Rachel whisper dirty things to each other all the time over the phone. Get real." Quinn started laughing at how ridiculous.

"You won't think it's so funny when it's been a while since you've seen her. But whatever, back to my original question. Are you going to go over your stuff all day? That is so boring." Brook whined.

"What? You want to watch me go over my stuff?" Quinn teased.

"No, I want to do something."

"Which would be...?"

"I don't know, you think of something." Quinn groaned. She wanted something fun to do just as much as Brook sis. She was just hoping that she wouldn't have to come up with the idea.

"Well I'm quite happy just making sure I'm prepared for tomorrow. If you can offer me an alternative that is more exciting I would be very surprised and would like to hear it." Quinn said simply.

"Yeah right. You wanna go over your stuff less than I want to watch you. Just hurry up and come up with something to do so we can both be put out of our misery." Brook saw right through her. Quinn really wasn't sure whether or not it was a good thing.

"Who's to say that I'm not just a stick in the mud that enjoys order?" Quinn asked with the straightest face she could muster.

"If you really were a stick in the mud then you wouldn't be calling yourself a stick in the mud. Besides, in this last week I have learned that your life is very rarely boring. Whether that's just you or your luck I'm not completely sure about yet, but either way you should be able to come up with something fun to do." Brook said. Quinn was really starting to regret telling this girl her life story.

"What about you Miss 'I'm a party girl who makes jokes about everything and is always fun'? Where are your ideas? I never laid claim to being fun or exciting, that's what you supposedly do." Quinn had her here. Most of Brook stories circled around her being the life of a party and doing things that were probably inappropriate or immature but made things fun.

"I do things when we are already at the place or doing something. I'm no leader; I just tag along and make things funny. You were a head cheerleader that won at nationals. That automatically means that you must be a leader and come up with the ideas. So, start thinking. Wake me when you get an idea and make sure it's a good one." Brook began to lie down in her bed.

"Oh no you don't. If I think of something and you're asleep, I'll leave without you." Quinn threatened.

"What kind of a roommate does that?" Brook looked appalled.

"The same type that is allowed to listen in on phone conversations. The closest friends there are." Quinn mocked.

"Fine, but come up with an idea quickly." Brook grumbled.

"Well, do you like art?"

"Looking at it or drawing it?"

"Both? Either?" Quinn was confused how you could like one and not the other.

"I don't really like looking at it. I find it really boring after the first few." Quinn shrugged. That was pretty true.

"Well then we can go buy some pencils and art books and play a sketching game." Quinn suggested. Brook seemed to think it over for a second.

"You mean like Pictionary?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Fine, but do you know where we are going or should I Google it?" Brook asked dead seriously. "I don't really feel like getting lost the day before our first day at college."

"We won't get lost. Where's your sense of adventure?" Quinn asked as she got up.

"I'm being serious. Do I need to Google it or not?"

"So am I. I know where the place is though. I remember it from when we went exploring." Quinn said.

"You mean job searching." Brook muttered.

"Well, that too. Let's go."

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"What do you mean we're lost? You said you knew where we were going! I said that I could look it up on Google, but oh no, 'you know where it is'." Brook was fuming.

"I did know where it was. I never said we were lost." Quinn said as she shook the bag in her hand. "We have the stuff don't we?"

"Yeah, but I'm convinced that it took longer than necessary to get here and now we don't know the way back. That means that we're lost. We should have brought a map." Brook whined.

"Calm down for a second. Navigating isn't really that hard when you live right next to a massive landmark like we do." Quinn said softly.

"Which is...?" Brook seemed sceptical.

"Umm, Yale?" Quinn looked at Brook like she was some kind of fool. "Seriously, it's not that hard. Watch this." Quinn walked over to a group of people that looked like they were roughly twenty. "Can any of you guys tell me which way Yale is?" Quinn asked.

"You lost your school? That's a new one." One of them said.

"Can you help me or not?" Quinn asked in a faux exhausted voice. She knew how to get people's pity.

"Yeah, it's that way. Just follow that road and you'll get there." They all pointed in the one direction.

"Thanks." Quinn walked back over to Brook. "See? Easy, we just have to follow that road."

"My objections weren't based on the difficulty of returning to our room. I was merely saying that I was right and that we should have just Goggled it." Brook said.

"I knew how to get here!" Quinn protested.

"We didn't just go down that road like we should have." Brook pointed out.

"I took the scenic route." Quinn lied.

"If it helps you sleep at night." Brook shrugged. Quinn glared at her.

"Who was the one asking me for something to do? So shut up." That was a terrible argument and Quinn knew it. Brook just shrugged again though. "Let's just go back to the dorm room and draw okay? Relaxing, entertaining and all is good."

"Whatever you say."

"Damn right whatever I say." Quinn said as she began walking down the road to her room. After a few seconds, she heard Brook begin to walk behind her. Once they were in the room, Quinn tipped the bag upside down on her bed. She then threw a sketchbook, pencils and an eraser onto Brook's bed.

"Okay, so what are we going to do? Just try and guess what each other are drawing?" Brook asked, settling on top of her bed.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that."

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An hour later, the girls had stopped playing their game in favour of doing some longer term, more thought out drawings. Quinn was making sure she was taking her mind. Although they had both said that they were just going to draw casually for fun, it really was a competition and Quinn knew it. She was taking her time like never before, fixing any small mistakes and generally just drawing her heart out.

"So Quinn, what are you drawing now?" Brook asked conversationally. Wouldn't you like to know? Think it will give you the edge huh?

"A beach at night." She didn't feel the need to lie. She thought this was a pretty decent picture so far and that it was probably better than anything that Brook would come up with. "What about you?"

"A tree." Yeah, she had this thing in the bag. A tree versus a beach? The beach every time. "Are you almost done?" Quinn looked over her work with a critical eye.

"Pretty much. Just a bit of shading and I'll be done." She quickly finished off her work. With one more quick look she turned it around for Brook to see. She smiled, feeling pretty proud of herself.

"That's pretty good." Quinn's eyes narrowed.

"That sounded a little patronising. Let's see yours then." Quinn pushed. She wanted to know why her work was only 'pretty good'. Quinn personally thought it was pretty freaking amazing. It had taken her the better part of an hour which was a good deal of time for such a small picture. It was probably one of the best pictures she had ever drawn, and at McKinley she was often complimented her drawing skills.

When Brook turned her sketchbook around though, Quinn was a little pissed. Apparently, Brook was one of those people who could draw, like, really well. It made the competition pretty unfair.

"Good thing this wasn't a competition. If it was, I'd have been in a bit of trouble." Quinn laughed. Now that she thought about it, Brook had said she was good at art on their first night together. It made her feel pretty stupid to forget that, but she knew she wouldn't ever again. That tree Brook had drawn was amazing! The lines, the detail, the shading. It was all just awesome.

"Well, I am known for my drawing. I hope I get a job where I can draw stuff; that would be mega awesome. I would love to be able to just sit and draw something for a day, then come home and actually have a home to go to." Quinn couldn't help but agree with that. She wished she have something she was really passionate about that she could earn money doing. Rachel had performing, Brook had art. Quinn had stuff she was good at, just not to that kind of level.

"I wish I could have something that I liked as much as you like art. Really, after school I really still don't have any plans of what I want to do apart from support Rachel in any way I can. Even to do that I'm going to need something I'm good at. Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for her, you know." Quinn admitted.

"Says the girl who made me come with her to go looking for jobs so she could not spend any of it, but save it for her girlfriend. You'll think of something Quinn. You know how people always say that if you put your mind to it you can achieve anything? Well for people like you, that's actually true. For people like me though, they should say 'find the one thing you're good at and stick to it like gum on a shoe'." Quinn smiled.