A/N: Here's another!

Santana wrapped her arms around herself as she watched Rachel nag Kurt as they shut the taxi door. She hadn't drunk enough and the cold air had sobered her more than she would have liked. And now Rachel was lecturing Kurt about love since the boy was head over heels with this mystery dude that he'd only just met.

Santana shook her head as their argument reached a higher octave before she clapped her hands at them, "Hello? Let's go inside the restaurant, please! It's cold and we're late!"

"Fine, but this conversation isn't over," Rachel pointed a finger at Kurt.

"It will be once you've met him," Kurt slipped his way past the girls and into the restaurant.

"I think we should have a code word," Rachel whispered to Santana as they walked inside, "when it gets too bad. So that we can leave."

Santana smiled, "What's your deal? Shouldn't we be happy for him?"

"I guess." Rachel sighed as they followed behind Kurt through the Italian restaurant. He seemed to know where to go even though the restaurant was quite full and the lighting was quite dim, "I just want to keep our expectations low."

"You're being so rude!" Santana laughed. She loved when Rachel acted this way, "It's gonna be a great time. Plus Kurt is paying so it's basically an open bar."

Rachel sighed.

"Cheer up! What's the worse that could happen?"

"Blaine!" Kurt jumped up and down in excitement.

Their eyes moved to the table Kurt was screaming towards, as a dark-haired guy rose from it. He was super handsome and Santana was genuinely impressed. He also kind of looked familiar.

Then Blaine walked from his table to meet Kurt in the middle and embraced him. It was cute but Rachel cleared her throat to interrupt them, "Can we sit down? I'm starving."

"Sorry," Kurt apologized to Blaine before motioning to the girls, "This is Santana and Rachel. Ladies, this is Blaine."

"Hi." He shook both of their hands and smiled at them, "Nice to meet you both."

"I'm surprised you're not ugly." Santana commented to the dismay of Kurt.

"Thank you?" Then he pointed over his shoulder, "You all must be starving. Come sit. Come meet Quinn."

Santana felt herself pause. Not a lot of people had that name. She looked over to Rachel, who also had a look on her face albeit more suspicious than anything.

Then she looked over Blaine's shoulder to his table and first all she saw was blonde hair. Then the face paired with it, who also seemed as shocked as Santana felt.

There was Quinn Fabray, sitting at Blaine's table.

"What the fuck?" Was all Santana could say.

XXX

The Day Before

Yale was for the birds.

That's at least what it seemed like for the past couple of months. All the hype, all the effort, and all that was at Yale were rich drug attics and creepy professors.

Okay, that wasn't fair. Yale also had some of the hardest classes out there. It had some of the hardest working people attending those classes.

But it just wasn't exactly what Quinn was hoping for.

Quinn was finally starting to get her bearings at this school, leaving her dorm room, talking to new people. She was glad for McKinely, for teaching her how to always make a friend in a new room. That way, she wasn't as lonely as she could have been when she started this school.

She still spent most of her time in her room, trying to figure out how to be a normal person. After the summer, Quinn was still trying to figure out how to be herself again. Yale didn't help, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Even if it caused her crippling anxiety for the first couple of weeks, just sitting in her room staring at the wall. Even if it reminded her of her father every time she walked down a certain hallway or stairway named after him. Even if she still had nightmares about her time in Georgia.

It all didn't matter, she worked too hard to get into this college and even though her mother wanted her to take some time off to fully recover, she couldn't see herself sitting at home in Lima all day every day until she got better. She had to be honest with herself and throwing herself into work felt better for facing her demons. She was sure that if she went back to Lima she would have never talked about what happened to her, and it probably would have taken her even longer to get where she was today.

But she couldn't lie, Georgia sure did a number on her.

Quinn sighed to herself as she highlighted a sentence in her textbook. She was sitting in her dorm room and trying to ignore the noises coming from the hall. She left the door slightly ajar, which was a new tactic for her in an attempt to push herself into interacting with people. Frannie had suggested it, and so far after this last summer, Frannie had become something like her advice haven.

A knock on her door made her look up from her desk, and a sense of dread washed over her. She wasn't sure why she was even following Frannie's advice. Even if the woman was starting to act like an actual sister, it was only helpful 59% of the time.

In popped a head and Quinn gave a polite smile as she was greeted, "Quinn!"

"Biff." Quinn placed her highlighter down, knowing that this was going to be a long conversation.

Biff was an overly nice guy from down the hall. He always wore his hair perfectly combed and a sorority sweater hung from his shoulders. He was handsome and obviously rich and he would have been perfect for Quinn in another life.

Nowadays, he kind of annoyed her. She was nice to him, ONLY nice, but apparently, that was enough for him to set his eyes on her. It was hard for him to take a "no" and "no's" were all Quinn had. She couldn't even think about a romantic partner, it made her feel sick to her stomach and Biff was not a remedy.

Biff walked into her room and smiled brightly, "Tell me you're coming tomorrow."

Quinn stared at him, "To what?"

"Alpha party, biggest of the year." He moved to lean on her desk, scrunching some of Quinn's papers making her groan internally, "I was hoping you'd come and see what it's all about. What I'm all about."

"You're all about sorority?" Quinn asked.

"I mean, not all about sorority but it's a big part of me," He smiled to himself and placed a hand over his heart, "And I would love to share that with you."

A coldness shot up Quinn's spine and she closed her eyes in anguish. She didn't know how to react to these things anymore, a person pining over her. She used to enjoy it. Enjoyed the attention. But now it made her stomach turn and her hands cold and it hurt. Physically hurt.

It made her want to hurt them right back.

But even though Biff was annoying her he didn't deserve to be hurt, so she held her tongue and looked back at her textbook. Hopefully, if she stayed quiet enough he would just leave.

"You know, Quinn," he started and Quinn had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the tone of his voice. He was trying to be charming, "I'm thinking this would give us some time to hang out. I've been meaning to spend some actual alone time right you."

Quinn held herself from cringing. She looked back over to him, ready to reject him for the umpteenth time when someone at her door beat her to the punch, "She's busy."

They both looked over to see Blaine leaning on the doorframe, a smile on his face. Quinn felt herself immediately relax.

"Awe, the competition," Biff pushed off the desk and walked over to Blaine, "I think we should let Quinn decided on whether she is busy or not."

"If we let Quinn decide she would probably have you thrown out of her room from the back of your shirt," Blaine flashed his teeth before patting the guy on the shoulder, "Do you mind giving us some alone time, slugger?"

"Not at all," Biff ground through his teeth. He moved past Blaine before turning back into the room, "But Quinn, please let me know. You know where I live."

He smirked before walking away.

Blaine sighed and shut the door, "You attract strange guys."

"I know." Quinn closed her textbook and turned to fully face her friend. Blaine didn't live in New Haven so it was always a treat to see him, "What's going on?"

"Well..." he sat on her bed and tapped his thighs in a tattoo, "looks like you will be busy tomorrow."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "I will?"

"Mhm." Blaine looked down and smiled to himself, "I met someone."

Quinn felt herself smile. It was hard for people like them to find others that they were into after what they've been through and yet here was Blaine, already in the game, "Oh yeah?"

Blaine nodded and looked back up, "And I want you to meet him."

"You do?" Quinn puffed out some air. That felt like a bit of pressure. What if Blaine's new guy was a dick and Quinn was supposed to pretend to like him?

"Yes, your opinion means a lot to me and I think," Blaine let out a giggle and then shook his head at himself, "I think he's the one."

"The one?" Quinn felt a nostalgic rush to her chest, "How long have you been seeing him?"

Blaine hesitated, "Um... a month."

"Blaine."

"But I can tell. You know that feeling when you can just tell?"

Quinn folded her arms, she knew the feeling pretty well, "Okay, I'll go."

"Amazing!" Blaine reached for her hands and gave them a squeeze, "We'll be meeting them at a restaurant. It's Italian. And he's bringing a couple of friends too. Which is why we're going Italian, he was certain that one of his friends wouldn't come along if the place didn't have breadsticks."

"Sounds like I'll get along with them." Quinn felt a nervous twinge in her stomach but shook it off in favor of an encouraging smile for her friend. It was hard for her to meet new people and it was last on her overall list of things to do. Her list included figuring out Yale, getting her mom to leave the house and to one day get the courage to call some people from her past to explain a few things. But Blaine looked so excited, "Can't wait."

XXX

"Turkey!"

"Bacon!"

"Chicken!"

Quinn watched in silence as her dorm mates tried their hands at a game of charades. Marley flayed around helplessly as Kitty shouted incorrect guess after incorrect guess. Kitty's boyfriend sat next to Quinn silently smiling at the antics.

"It's not even your turn," Quinn commented after an incredibly wrong answer.

"Time." Kitty's boyfriend clapped his hands together to signify the end of their game.

Marley sighed, "It was Titanic."

"Oh, you suck at this game." Kitty sat back in her chair and let her legs rest on her boyfriend's legs, "Quinn."

"Hmm?" Quinn gave her friend a smile. She had met the two girls here the first week at the dorm. It was mostly on accident as she was trying to avoid meeting anyone, but they seemed nice. Luckily, by the time she was ready to get out there they were open to her.

"What are you doing tonight?" Kitty asked with a smirk.

"Blaine asked me to dinner or something." Quinn pushed her fingers through her hair. She had recently cut it to shoulder length but she needed to redye it soon, "Wants me to meet his new boyfriend."

"That's so cute," Marley gushed.

"He's third-wheeling you?" Kitty teased.

"No," Quinn rolled her eyes, "Apparently his guy is bringing some friends so it's going to be a whole thing."

"Can we come?" Marley bounced on her toes.

"Uh, no. I'm not sure if I could bring anyone."

"Not even a date?" Kitty began to lower her voice, "Not even Biff."

"Not even Biff," Quinn deadpanned.

"Who's Biff?" Kitty's boyfriend asked dumbly.

"A pain in my ass who I'm definitely not interested in," Quinn made this even clearer with a pointed look at Kitty. The younger girl was constantly trying to get Quinn to go out with the boy in question.

"You're wasting a perfect man, Quinn," Kitty whined, "You're never interested in anybody. It's so boring."

"And It's going to stay that way," Quinn folded her arms, a cold shiver running down her spine, "Forever."

XXX

Quinn and Blaine arrived at the restaurant a little earlier than needed. She watched him as he was bouncing up and down in his chair with excitement.

"You're really building up the hype here." Quinn teased.

Blaine smiled, "I'm really excited for you to meet him."

"Okay," Quinn picked up her water glass and took a sip, "You've literally only met him, no need to be this excited."

"I know, I know. I just," Blaine leaned closer and lowered his voice, "I thought I'd be too scared to actually go for a guy again, you know? And not feel guilty."

"I get it," Quinn placed a hand on his shoulder, "I just don't want you to get your hopes too high."

"I'm not," Blaine shrugged her hand away, "Just wait, Quinn, you'll find someone soon, too."

"I don't want to find someone," Quinn hissed, "Why does everyone keep going on about that?"

"You can't let what they did to us in Georgia control your-"

"I know." Quinn put up her hand to stop him, "Can we please talk about your guy instead? Like why haven't you told me his name yet?"

"I haven't?" Blaine's phone buzzed against the table and he flipped it over quickly, "Oh! Oh! He's here!"

He looked behind their table and Quinn tried to follow his eyes.

"There's Kurt!" Blaine said as he stood up to embrace a guy that took Quinn a few moments to recognize.

Was that Kurt Hummel?

Quinn felt a small pain in her back as she stared at the couple hugging and whispering to each other. Then the two turned to another pair of people and Quinn gasped when she saw that a Rachel Berry was standing right behind them.

Then Quinn almost dropped her glass when she saw the other brunette close by.

She must have been dreaming, she'd had this kind of dream countless times over the last year. This must have been the most calculating one to date.

Then the brunette looked over to her and Quinn had to set her glass down on the table before she broke it.

It was certain, that was Santana.