Remember I said that this is just the cont of Chapter 3 because I wrote too much and had no space.

I didn't own Glee when I uploaded the first part of Chapter 3 and I still dont.

Sam and Quinn

Sam was completely fascinated by the house. It was definitely a step-up from the motel he and his family had been living in. He had already asked for his payment from the show in advance without his parents' knowledge so pretty soon they would be getting an e-mail from him saying they had been moved into a nicer hotel closer to downtown with a separate room for his two little siblings and him when he gets back toOhio. Quinn thought it was beautiful but it was nothing new to her. Some of her father's family lived in houses as nice as or nicer than this one and she had spent many years of her childhood in them. However, she kept agreeing with Sam when he raved about it, trying to not seem like a spoiled brat. Sam looked around at the upstairs hall with the same admiration he had every other room.

"Which room, babe?' he asked Quinn.

She looked up and down the hall at the various patterned doors. She was almost positive hat Kurt and Mercedes would want the sparkly one and that Puck and Lauren would want the steel one. She was absolutely positive that Rachel and Finn would be in the room with the gold stars. She spotted a door with gentle green and peach swirls and couldn't help but think that it was perfect. She turned to Sam

"Can we sleep in that one, hun?" she asked Sam. He looked at the gentle, feminine door and sighed quietly. He looked down at Quinn's pleading face and sighed again. What he would do for the woman he loved. Sam kissed her temple, nodded and bent down to retrieve their bags. Quinn clapped happily and started making her way to the room, not before grabbing her carry-on and planting a kiss on Sam's lips. Yeah, he thought, definitely worth it.

They entered the room and even Sam had to admit it was cool. The windows were covered in gauzy whit fabric that let in a breeze. Light floors and walls stood out against the wood frames the four beds and the darker furniture. Beautiful framed pictures of nature hung on the walls. The total affect of the room was so perfectlyCaliforniathat no one could complain that it was too feminine.

Immediately upon entry to the room, Quinn laid out her suitcases and started unpacking. She had brought the second most luggages out of New Directions, bested only by Rachel. Quinn shuddered at the thought of her clothes trapped in her bags for so long. The expensive materials were being suffocated by the leather. She went to the one that held her linen dresses, and started pulling them out, putting them on hangers and putting them in the closet she had claimed. Ugh, she thought inspecting the large crease in her favorite strapless dress with disdain. Sam sighed and got up to help, knowing that Quinn would refuse to leave the room until all of her stuff was hanging or folded neatly.

Quinn turned from the closet for another dress only to bump into Sam, who had a hanger in hand and a smile on his face. "Thanks, Hun" Quinn said leaning in for an appreciative kiss. She got half-way before the door slammed open. Sam groaned inwardly before turning to the door.

A nice looking boy balancing two blue rolling suitcases and several large woven bags struggled his way into the room. He dropped the bags, sighed in exhaustion and wiped his brow before turning to great his roommates.

"Hi, I'mCarson," he said. Quinn introduced Sam and herself. "Nice to meet you both." He pointed at a girl neither Quinn, nor Sam had noticed standing in the doorway behindCarson. ""That's Alex"

Quinn recognized the girl as the hippie chick Kyle had tried to hit on. Alex waved and stepped inside the room to pick up her bags from where Carson had left them on the floor.

"God, Carson, you didn't have to just drop them like that. This is organic bamboo imported from China and hand-woven by village women. Do you know how fragile this is? You could have at least put them on a bed!" Alex complained.

Quinn rolled her eyes and mumbled to herself "Then why didn't you carry your own precious organic bags, Prima Donna?" Sam, having overheard, elbowed her gently. She looked up to see that he was also trying to hold in laughter.

"Sorry, Alex,"Carson muttered, not looking sorry at all.

Carson lay down on the bed next to Sam's as Alex started unpacking. Quinn and Sam continued unpacking Quinn's things and talking between themselves. Ever so often, Alex would glance over at them with disdain. Finally she spoke up. "Are those leather?"

It took Quinn a moment to realize that Alex was talking about her suitcases. She smiled and replied, "Yep, genuine Italian leather.'

Alex's lips curled up in disgust as she walked closer to Quinn. "Do you realize how many cows had to die for those? You're clothes are more important than a life, huh?"

Carson sighed and got up from the bed to stand closer to his friend. "Alex, don't start something," he warned.

"You're one to talk," Quinn said stepping closer to the darker haired girl, "here you are acting all self-righteous and telling everyone else what they're doing wrong when you're carrying around sweat-shop bags." Sam knew better than to try and stop Quinn so he just sat down on the bed and Carson, realizing his efforts were futile, did the same.

"I'll have you know, Little Miss Know It All, that these bags are made in the women's homes and they sell them for money to get out of abusive relationships. They hurt no one," Alex retorted with a smirk.

"Tell that to the endangered pandas who food you're taking," Quinn said, placing a hand on her hips. For a second Alex was flustered and Quinn took that opportunity to continue. "Or are your clothes more important than a life," she finished, mimicking Alex, cocky smirk and all.

Alex huffed and turned back to her side of the room. Carson and Sam looked at each other and shrugged, turning back to Alex and Quinn, respectively.

Sam and Quinn continued to unpack and Carson got up to help Alex. Quinn looked around, realizing she had used up all of the hangers in her closet.

"Hey, Sam," she said," can you see if you can find me some extra hangers?"

Sam nodded and reached into his own closet, pulled out most of his hangers and handed them to his girlfriend.

Quinn took them out of his hand and smiled, knowing she would probably have to ask for more later.

"First, the cows and now she's trying to turn her own boyfriend into her personal slave," Alex whispered loudly to Carson, purposely so Quinn would hear.

"Be nice, Alex,"Carson admonished.

Quinn seethed silently. She didn't want to spend her entire time inL.A., nor did she want to end up on TV, constantly arguing with Alex. Sam laid a reassuring hand on her arm as she gripped the hanger so hard he thought she would break it.

I'll talk to Carson later, he decided to himself.

Well, there you go, Chapter 3 is completely done. Chapter 4 will ahve the rest of the pairs moving in. I'm delaying because I have to decide what the conflict will be with Chang Chang (gimme some suggestions, people! Please) and how that ties in to their roomies. Then Artie and Brittany moving in will be next with Santana and Luke in their two-person room. Then Chang-Chang when I know what to do with that and lastly Finchel gets their roomies. They're last for a reason. Once again, no promises about ot but I type for a little less than two hours everyday and more when I can, ususally I can't though and unfortunately some days i ahve no computer time. So while you pass the time between these updates, play the quotes game and PM or review some suggestions.

Oh, and I see some people are worried about a Finchel break-up in the future...MWAHAHA. Sorry, I had to do that. I'll let you all go now and actually publish the whole chapter now. Thank you so much for everything. Until next time!