Author's Note: Okay, I don't really know what to say at this point except for that I'm really, really, REALLY sorry for not updating soon, but I've been getting really bad writer's block. It sucks. But I finally decided to cooperate and make myself write yesterday, so I wrote this chapter and the next one.

I also thought I might add that it's really depressing to think of anything related to Glee because of Cory Monteith. I cried when I heard that he died. I just kept telling myself it wasn't true, and that it was a mistake, but something that made me even sadder was seeing all those pictures of him and Lea Michele. I don't think Finn will appear in this story, but I've recently come up with a Glee fanfic idea that I'm thinking of posting.

Enough babbling. This is the long awaited Chapter Three.

Chapter Three: Nice to Meet You…

"Hey, did you see this?" Clementine asked as I got off the phone with Hanna. She showed me an invitation which was tucked under the door. She handed it to me.

I looked it over, tracing my fingers over the smooth cursive print at the top. It was an invitation to a "social gathering" at Yale, which was being held that Friday.

"Are you going?" Clementine asked.

I shrugged, thinking about it. "I guess. What harm could it do?" I was already months ahead in course work, so I couldn't really use that as an excuse.

I began to think of the details when I noticed Clementine heading towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked.

She turned. "The library. I'm studying with a few people," she explained laconically. She walked out the door quickly.

Once again, I felt alone. I decided to rummage through my clothes to decide what I would wear to this gathering. I could've really used Hanna's help right now.

Looking through the dresses that I had in my closet, I realized that there was no way that any of these would be okay. They were dresses that I would wear every day. They weren't dresses fancy enough for a party. I decided that I would have to go out and get a new one.

I looked at the invitation for the hundredth time. There was some fancy party that Yale was throwing. Apparently, it was a big deal, as I had heard some juniors talking about it in the hallway the other day.

I had already begun looking through my dresses, picking out the nicest one.

But now, as I was thinking about it, I wondered why, exactly, I was so concerned about this dance. I mean, it wasn't like I even had any real friends here. Why should it matter?

I ran my hands over a dress sitting in the closet. It was a yellow color, but not extremely bright. There was black embroidery on the top. I had been waiting for an excuse to wear this dress. I would never tell my mother this, but I loved this dress she had picked out for me. She insisted I take it and wear it the first chance I had in college.

Now, as I was looking at it, I realized that opportunity knocked. I pulled it out, smoothing it down on the bed.

After shopping for hours, I had finally found the dress. I stared at it as I was getting ready for the party—ahem, social gathering.

It was different than something any of my friends would wear. It was so different from something I would typically wear but…I really liked it. It was a sleeveless two-tone beige dress with a deep-v neckline. The top was a darker shade and the v dipped down to the skirt. The skirt was lighter, made out of tulle. It sort of reminded me of something someone would wear at the ballet, but it was refreshingly simple.

I paired it with these red faux suede peep-toe heels which Hanna would've loved.

I smiled thinking about Hanna. I missed her and her witty remarks, and even her dumb-blonde moments. In fact, I think I missed those the most as time went on.

I fixed my hair, styling it in curls, brushed over onto one side. I just prayed that I wasn't overdoing anything.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a Skype call coming in. I went into the room, and saw Aria calling me. I quickly picked up her call.

"Spencer? You look amazing! What are you up to? Did Toby come into town?" Aria asked, talking a mile a minute.

I laughed. "Slow down, Aria. There's a formal at Yale and I'm going," I answered.

Aria's face fell a little. "Aw. I was kind of hoping for you guys but…I'm sure you'll have fun," she insisted, putting a smile on her face.

"I'll try. What about you? What are you up to, tinier half of Team Sparia?" I asked.

Aria shrugged. "I'm going out with a couple people from college. I think we're going out for pizza and then to this pub near the campus. I don't know. Maybe we'll see the midnight screening of that new horror movie," she supposed.

I winced. "You're okay with seeing a horror movie so soon after A?" I asked. I hated thinking of A, but there were still some nights that I woke up in a cold sweat, thinking of them chasing me and finally catching up. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone. A faceless being stood over me with a crowbar, raising it so they had enough leverage to…

I shook herself out of it. It was really dangerous to think of A, and I knew that. It was suicidal, even.

"It's just a movie. And sometimes, it's therapeutic, in a weird way. It's like I'm confronting my fears head on, you know?"

I shrugged. I still couldn't fathom even looking at the trailers for horror films right before going to bed.

"Listen, I should go, and you should to. Have fun tonight, Spencer. You're only young once," she insisted.

I raised my eyebrow in amusement. "Was that supposed to be like YOLO, Aria?"

Aria shrugged. "Maybe. It's YOYO, Bitch," she joked.

I laughed, shutting off the laptop after I hung up.

I gathered my hair into a half updo. I still felt like I'd look completely out of place at this stupid gathering. I considered blowing it all off altogether. I didn't want to think of this anymore.

I sighed as I sat down on the bed. I played with the fabric of the dress in my hand.

No.

No, I was not going to let myself sink into a depression again. I had worked so hard to get here and to make something of my life. I wasn't about to sulk in a dorm while people were probably having fun in the next building over.

I nodded in agreement with myself. I would have fun. I would be the old Quinn Fabray. I would be the Quinn Fabray that had fun and wasn't scared of falling.

And look what happened to her.

Oh, God. I began to feel sick just thinking about it all again. I felt nauseous and lightheaded. I didn't want to start thinking of the past. The very reason I wanted to get far away from Lima was so I could escape the hell that town had put me through.

I closed my eyes and plastered a smile on my face. I would be the same bubbly head-cheerleader Quinn. I would be the Quinn I was before Glee Club. I would be the Quinn from the Cheerios.

I nodded. That Quinn was sociable and made friends easily. She also made enemies pretty easily. After all, that Quinn was beautiful and confident.

Wait, I thought to myself. Remember that episode of Sue's Corner? Coach Sylvester said that there's no difference between a crowd of fans and an angry mob; they're both just making a lot of noise. If you can make believe they're all cheering for you, one day they will. Maybe if I can convince myself that everyone there sees me as confident, I will be.

I smiled at my reflection. I started thinking of all my good qualities. Surely, I was pretty. I mean, if all those girls thought so, I must be, right? And certainly, I was smart. I mean, I was in Yale, for crying out loud. And by some miracle, I managed to maintain a tiny figure even after Beth. I didn't even have stretch marks.

And just like that, I started getting back in my groove. I smiled radiantly as I searched for my nude pumps.

I stood, bored by the pace. I thought maybe it would be interesting, and that there might be music from this century playing. And maybe there would be some sort of alcohol at this party.

God, was I turning into Hanna.

But seriously, I think that alcohol would've made the party at least tolerable. But, you know Yale. They have to be responsible and stuff like that.

I rolled my eyes, scanning the room. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, which was Trevor with two glasses of punch.

I offered a slight smile. "Thanks, but is there any chance that they might've slipped some sort of alcohol into this?" I inquired hopefully.

"Lucky you, I never come unfortified to one of these fancy gatherings," he said, discreetly showing me a flask he had he had in his inside pocket.

Alright, so maybe it wasn't just Hanna.

I laughed, taking a sip of the punch and immediately tasting the vodka on my tastebuds.

Maybe this event would be tolerable, after all.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I spotted Alison. I turned my head, entranced by this girl with blond hair. She looked vaguely like Alison. She was talking to another girl, with a very smug smile, her perfect white teeth and pink cupid bow lips forming Alison's favorite type of smile. She had pretty green eyes (which differed from Alison's haunting blue eyes).

Her green eyes haunted me. They reminded me of Jenna's envious, menacing, green-eyed stare. Her stance and other physical features reminded me so much of Alison. I started feeling a little nauseous, and I knew it wasn't the vodka.

I swore I could feel someone looking at me.

I broke out of my awkward small talk with another Yale freshman. I looked over to see a brunette with a nude dress looking absentmindedly in my direction. I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes. She looked like someone who was very used to being in control. She was certainly beautiful, and I could see her being a mean girl.

But as I looked her over once more, I realized that she had some sort of innocence or kindness to her look. She didn't look like the typical bitchy mean girl who was used to getting everything about her. Her eyes looked…jaded, in a way.

I looked down at the tile flooring. I didn't know what to do.

I looked back over to the girl, who was now having a seemingly friendly conversation with the man standing next to her.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something very familiar about that girl. I recognized her. I knew she was in one of my classes, not exactly sure which one, but there was something else about her which struck me as familiar. Something about the way she carried herself…something about her disposition. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I knew I would find out.

The same determination and vindictiveness that I had years ago began to come up again. I was going to find out about this girl.

I really hope nobody hates me because I know this chapter probably sucked, but it was the first chapter Quinn and Spencer directly interacted. More Fabrastings next chapter :) And someone else from Lima shows up, too. Sorry, it's not Santana, as much as I love Snixx, but I think that she's going to be the Glee character seen the most aside from Quinn, of course.

insertnameherex: I'm really sorry for not updating, and I hope you don't hate me too much, because you've been a consistent reviewer and that's awesome. Anyway, Santana and Rachel were probably the two biggest reasons I had for starting to watch Glee. I just saw a bunch of funny videos on Santana and started watching. And Rachel is an incredimazing singer, so...

Jojobean209:Thank you so much! I was worried when I started writing this that it was a little out of character, more so on Quinn's part, since I've written for Spencer before, but I'm glad that they're not too out of character. That's always a good thing. And Santana is my favorite character EVER (also Toby Cavanaugh, because...Keegan Allen), so I knew that I just needed her relationship with Quinn. I love Quintana, too :) They're the best. I think I might just ship them more than Brittana, but I haven't really seen Santana + Brittany so...yeah :)

Okay, I'll update soon (since I've written chapter four already), but I want to write a couple more chapters so I don't just have two and then...nothing. -Kayson