A/N: So this is my first time writing fanfic. I was kind of blown away by just getting comments/getting favorited/being added to people's author alerts. I just wrote it as a kind of experiment, I had no idea people would actually read/respond. So thanks for that and keep it up if you like this! I'm still kind of unsure of where I'm going and I could really use a beta reader I think so PM me if you're interested. Alright thanks guys!

"…and so Vatican II was likewise essential in promoting peace amongst 'the people of god.' The following quote was lifted from the Council's documents, 'this peace on earth cannot be obtained unless personal well-being is safeguarded and men freely and trustingly share with one another the riches of their inner spirits and their talents…'"

Shit shit they're swarming. Jesus Christ I hate these hellhounds. Shoot, shoot. Shit I need amo.

"…the main doctrine which the Church chose to promote out of all of this talk of peace, was that peace flows from justice…"

That's right, justice for the human race, you hear that hellhounds. Fuck peace.

"Ms. Fabray can you tell me any other doctrines which Vatican II touched upon?"

…Shit

"Uh yeah? ...I'm sorry Dr. Lyons. I recall learning in CCD that there were several liturgical changes. Such as the change from Latin to English for certain parts of mass."

"Thank you, Quinn."

And thank god for my Fabray charm, all those years of CCD and the fact that I read too much for my own good.

Quinn sighed and rather than returning to her COD Black Ops Zombies app on her iPhone, she turned her attention to her laptop in an attempt to take notes for the last twenty minutes of the damned 'Catholicism and the Papacy' class.

She hated the class, loathed it maybe. She definitely hated it more than those damn hellhounds. Why Yale required a theology class was beyond her. She supposed it was to improve critical analysis skills or something. She had no idea what led her to take the class. Well, that's a bit of a lie. When Quinn learned of the theology requirement, Catholicism was of course the logical choice, but she had another reason.

Back in August, Quinn had one thought running through her head over and over: Ohio to Connecticut was a huge change. She knew it'd be a big adjustment and that she'd probably find herself a bit homesick at times. She knew she wanted to get out of Lima, that was her biggest goal. But Quinn knew herself well and she knew that whenever she was outside of her comfort zone, she tended to freak out a bit. So she needed a connection to home, something that reminded her of those happier days in Lima, and since she had an okay childhood (it was better than her high school days so she figured it'd do) and since she liked to read during CCD, she figured taking a Catholicism class could provide a nice association with home.

Nope. Wrong. Instead she sat in class everyday reminded of how rigorously her parents adhered to religion and how it drove her own father to throw her out. Yeah, she hated this class.

Facebook it is.

Quinn opened up the tab and almost fell out of her seat when she saw she had one new inbox notification.

It had been a solid four days since she had sent that stupid message off to Rachel Berry. A solid four days with no response. A solid Friday spent not paying attention in class, biting her nails in anticipation during rehearsal and sitting on facebook for most of the night. A solid Saturday and Sunday spent playing Xbox Live with Puck and Mike. A solid Sunday night spent taking facebook breaks every half hour in between hastily finishing her homework.

She still had no idea why she did it. She had no idea why she even opened up to Rachel. Well, she could think of a few reasons like how Rachel always listened and was always there for her when no one else was. But still, that didn't warrant some stupid rambling facebook message. The second Quinn sent it off she wished she could take it back. And she knew that regret was the only explanation for why she was stressing so much over it.

She stopped her train of thought there and took a deep breath and clicked.

Of course.

It was just another message from Sam asking if she had any Skyrim tips.

"…that's it for today. Don't forget your reading for next class."

5:15. She had exactly 45 minutes to kill until rehearsal. Quinn threw her books and her laptop in her bag and took off for the Starbucks down the road. She wouldn't have enough time for dinner, but a grande caramel macchiato and a cookie would tie her over until after rehearsal.

Once there Quinn claimed a seat and pulled out her History of the Stage book and her laptop, hoping to get ahead on her essay due next Friday.

Jesus he is way too absorbed in that game. I should warn Mercedes.

Quinn clicked on her inbox.

…oh

Hi there Quinn,

It certainly has been a while. We went from being enemies to acquaintances to kind of friends to the best girl friend I've ever had to not talking at all. It upset me a bit too over the summer, but let's put that in the past.

Quinn smiled. Leave it to Rachel Berry to get right to the point.

But I digress. You asked me about NYADA and as expected it is going wonderfully. I'm not exactly juggling two leads; one is enough for right now. Especially when that one lead is Laurey in Oklahoma! I'm so happy with it. Laurey has always been on my list of dream roles. Just behind Fanny Brice, Eponine and Maria (whom I've already crossed off my list, as you'll remember.) I adore all my classes. Ballet is certainly the most relaxing and is hopefully preparing me for Laurey's dream ballet.

She is going to nail that scene.

I'm talking so much about my life, but truthfully I want to hear more about yours. How's Yale? I was so happy to help you with that application. I knew you'd get in. How are your classes? How's life on the stage? I'm sure you are shining in that spotlight without me there to hog it. You are very talented, Quinn.

Shit, don't do this to me in public. And right before a rehearsal, Rachel. Quinn stared at the ceiling in an effort to stop the tears forming in her eyes.

I have to go grab coffee with Kurt now, but promise me you'll be on facebook chat later tonight? I really do want to hear all about Yale.

Always,

Rachel

Quinn didn't know how long she sat there staring at the screen. All she knew was her eyes kept going from "Always," to "You are very talented," and for some absurd and ludicrous reason, to "girl friend." She must've glanced at those three phrases at least sixty times until she finally looked up at her clock.

Fuck fuck fuck.

It was 6:12 and Quinn was going to be late again.