Quinn opened the door to her dorm room. Taking a look inside, she was glad to notice she was alone. She really liked Kyle and couldn't have hoped for a better roommate, but it was nice to get a few seconds alone. Since the night before, she was always surrounded by new faces and it was exhausting.

Sunday night, when she went to the cafeteria, she got to meet Kyle's friends. They were a nice group and she was relieved that they accepted her right away without asking to many questions. There were a lot of other people there who gave her curious looks but they left her alone since she was seated with friends. A few of Kyle's acquaintances came by to say welcome but none was too intrusive and they left just as quickly as they came.

After the meal, the students either went studying in their rooms or gathered in one of the common room. Quinn went to the Rest, which was the name people gave to the one closest to her room. It was nice and cozy, just small enough so that it wasn't intimidating, and big enough that it didn't feel weirdly intimate. There were a few couches, a TV and a coffee machine. She was told that some of the bigger rooms had a pool or foosball table but they were on a different floor. She didn't stay long because she wanted to go to bed early.

When she got up the next morning, she discovered the joy of common bathrooms shared with at least ten other girls. She rapidly decided that she would have to shorten her routine, if she wanted to survive the morning chaos. She let out a relieved sigh when she came back to her room, to the hilarity of Kyle who had already warned her.

"Ah! Never again will you doubt my wise words."

That earned her an hazeled eye roll.

The rest of the morning went by in a blur. Breakfast, classes, introductions, nothing she didn't expect. She had to go in front of the class three different times to tell her name, where she came from and things she liked to do. By a sheer stroke of luck, she had one or two of Kyle's friends in each of her classes, and Kyle herself in two of those. Bless were the gods of scheduling. At least she was never completely alone with strangers.

Lunch hour came and that is how she found herself in her dorm room, taking a breather from the life around her. She still wasn't done unpacking, and she thought it would be a peaceful way to pass the time before her classes of the afternoon. She had barely started when the door opened behind her. Her roommate came in and dropped her books on her bed.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Quinn stopped what she was doing to face Kyle who was looking around for something.

"Nothing, just, you know, sorting through my stuff."

"Ok, are you coming to lunch?"

Quinn shook her head.

"No, I'm not really hungry, I just thought I'd stay here and relax until next class."

Kyle found the notes she wanted with a resounding "Ah ha!" and turned around to face Quinn.

"Ok, as long as you don't faint on the court later" she joked, reminding the blonde of her promise to attend basketball with her roommate.

"Don't worry, I'll still kick your ass, I'm sure." Quinn smirked confidently.

"Right… says the girl who's never played. I'd like to see you try."

"Just watch me."

Kyle laughed it off and asked Quinn if she had chosen her arts for the afternoon.

"I'm not sure yet, I've never been really on the artistic side." She chose not to speak of her foray into pornographic drawings. Another thing that would stay at McKinley.

"Well did you do anything at your old school?"

"I was in our Glee Club for a while… You guys have one here too, right? I thought maybe I'd go check it out."

"Cool, but you should know they kinda suck. They've never won anything. Was your old one any good?"

"I think we had potential. We won our Sectionals. 'Though I'm pretty sure the only reason we got that far was because of a girl in the club."

"What, she was the only one who could sing?"

"No, but she was the most dedicated person, sometimes to an irritating point" Quinn chuckled, reminiscing the fire in Rachel Berry's eyes. "She was willing to work for it, you know? It was her passion and she didn't want anyone ruining it for her."

Kyle laughed at the description. "Wow, she sounds like a pain."

Quinn grinned again. "Yeah, she was. But in the end she was the spirit of the team. She never came back at the beginning of the year and it showed, you know? It was like, every rehearsal we had lost its purpose because nobody did the assignments, no one fought for solos anymore. It was just, dead, I guess. I wonder what happened to her…" Quinn got lost in herself at that point.

Noticing she wasn't going to continue, Kyle tried binging her back to the conversation.

"You mean you don't know?"

Quinn hummed, back in the present and shook her head.

"No idea. Rachel, she didn't have any good friend, so nobody knows. Obviously she got out. Good for her. She'd always been to special for Lima." Again, Quinn drifted off.

Kyle smirked at her roommate. "Well, well, look who's got a little crush."

Quinn eyes widen has she took in what had just been said.

"What? What do you…? No I don't! I'm just saying, you know… I mean, not special to me… like generally speaking…" Quinn stammered, trying to put together a sentence that made sense while Kyle's smirk got even bigger.

"Right, and who's a bumbling idiot over their lost lover?" Kyle said using a teasingly sensual voice.

Quinn face turned a red never before seen on a human being. "Shut up. She is not my…" Quinn looked around as if someone could jump out of nowhere, listening to their conversation, and whispered "lover."

Kyle exploded in laughter at her roommate's boiling crimson face. The blush even spread out to her neck and chest. Quinn was still mumbling "shut up" but couldn't bring herself to look up from her suddenly very interesting shoes.

Still hiccupping through her laughter, Kyle made her way to the door.

"Right, well I'm gonna leave you to that. I'm sure you have lots to do, in your room thinking about Rachel," she said still using that stupid tone of voice. She opened the door and when she was halfway through it she couldn't help but to add: "Just stay off my bed if you do some more, hum, active thinking."

The pillow Quinn threw hit the already closed door.

A few hours later, Quinn still couldn't shake off what Kyle had said to her. On her way to where the Glee Club was meeting, she didn't notice anything around her, obsessing about the debate going on in her mind.

I don't have a crush on Rachel Berry, of all people. She is annoying and loud. A loser. And a girl.

With very nice boobs. And legs. And a beautiful mouth… I wonder what she can do with it…

Who the hell are you?

Me? I'm your sex drive.

I thought you didn't exist.

Who's fault is that?

What do you mean? You never showed up around Finn or Puck.

I wonder why that is… Dumbass.

Just get out of my head. You're disturbing my process.

Of what? Trying to convince yourself, yet again that you don't like Rachel Berry.

I don't! There is nothing that I like about her.

Except the fact that you want to jump her.

I do NOT want to jump her.

I do.

Oh shut up! Nobody ask you!

Your pussy did.

Ew, what? Now you just sound like Santana Lopez.

Calling it like I feel it.

Well it stops now. Anyway I haven't seen her in months and never will again.

Ah! You've got nothing to answer that, do you?

Quinn heard music, stopping the voices in her head for the moment. She shook herself and followed it, figuring she was on the right path. The music got louder and she thought she could recognize the song, put she couldn't put a name on it yet.

Turning a corner, she could hear the tune distinctly now. And she was very confused. She recognized the song now, boy, did she. The lyrics were pretty explicit. She couldn't believe the girls were aloud to sing THAT for a school class. At least they didn't sound as bad as Kyle made them to be. Especially the lead who had a voice that…

Oh no.

Shit.

She knew that voice.

She'd know it anywhere.

It can't be…

Quinn stopped in front of the open door and looked inside.

There, standing on chair, with a dozen girls dancing wildly around her, was Rachel Berry. THE Rachel Berry belting it out to the rhythm of Lady Marmalade.

Quinn was immobilized; she couldn't believe she was there. Here. In her new school. Her new beginning was dozed with a blast from the past. Before she couldn't even think about moving forward or running away, Rachel's eyes met hers.

Shit.

Rachel stopped dancing for her second, while the other girls were still giving it there best. Someone else had taken over the vocals but Quinn didn't notice whom, still fixed on Rachel who was now coming down from her chair and walking towards her.

Shit, shit, what should I do, what now?

Don't ask me, you didn't want my help earlier.

She didn't even get a chance to tell that voice to shut up because a soft hand took hers and she was pulled inside. She was taken to the group of girls who hadn't stopped dancing and were encouraging her to join them.

Rachel hadn't let go of her hand. She used it to twirled Quinn around and bring her closer. Gazing in the chocolate swirls that were Rachel's eyes, the blonde couldn't help but dance with the brunette, accepting the unspoken invitation.

Rachel opened her lovely mouth, never giving up the contact she had with Quinn. "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?" she sung, looking straight into hazel eyes.

Quinn gulped.

Fuck, I'm screwed.

Ooooh yeah!