Later, when she was finally back at home, Quinn helped her mom unpack. There wasn't much, but it would do for now. Quinn knew they weren't going to live a two paycheck lifestyle now. She just hoped her mom did. They ordered Chinese for dinner and actually talked.

"So, Quinny, how was your first day in Rosewood?" Her mom asked, an expectant smile on her face. Quinn knew her mom thought she was going to adjust to Pennsylvania really quickly. And her old self, the Quinn she was before she got pregnant, would have. She would've been mean and vindictive, just to get people on her side. But that wasn't her anymore.

She hesitated before answering, deciding to pick at her food. She thought about how miserable she was today, how much she longed to be back at Lima, starting her senior year with her friends and (ex)boyfriend. She remembered how she cried -really cried- on the bench that day.

But then she remembered Alex, and how he was nice to her, even though she wasn't sure why. Normally people aren't that nice to strangers. Why was Alex? It didn't matter because he turned her sucky afternoon around and she actually had fun.

"It was… better than I thought I'd be." She decided on, knowing that was the truth. Her mom seemed pleased with that answer and went back to her dinner. "Mom? How was your day?" She knew she shouldn't have asked. She knew her mom was a strong woman, but like herself, she could only take so much. She figured the divorce would crush her.

"Busy. Really busy, actually. Between unpacking, talking to designers, and talking to… divorce lawyers, it's been a hectic day. I'm glad you're here with me now, though, Quinny. We Fabray women have to stick together, right?" Her mom asked and Quinn forced a smile and then nodded, fighting the urge to cry again. How could her mom be so causal about the divorce? Didn't she know that their whole worlds were going to change? Didn't she care?

"Oh, wow, I'm really full. I'll be up in my room, okay? I've finished unpacking, so if you need me, I'll be up there okay?" She said and her mom nodded, permitting her to run to her room.

As soon as she got there, she flopped down on her bed and picked up her Maroon env3. She needed to talk to someone, but who? Puck was out of the question, as well as Mike, Matt, Artie, and Tina. Santana? She was probably with Brittany. Finn? Probably with Berry. She could always call Kurt or Mercedes, but figured they were busy living their lives, too.

She sighed and stuffed her hands into the pocket of her worn in McKinley High hoodie. She wore it everywhere when it was cold in Ohio, and nothing changed when she got to Pennsylvania. She felt a piece of paper in it and curiously pulled it out and unfolded it. She quickly realized it was Alex's number.

Part of her wanted to call him. Really, it did. But would that be weird? Would it send off the wrong message? At that point, she didn't care. She needed to talk to someone. And, Alex was totally unbiased. She quickly dialed the number before she could talk herself out of it.

"Hello?" She heard a male voice answer after three rings.

"Alex? Hi, it's Quinn, from the park?" She said, hoping she didn't sound as nervous as she felt.

"Yeah, I remember. What's up? Everything alright?" He sounded genuinely interested and concerned.

"Not really, but I don't think you want some strange girl you barely know telling you all of her life problems, do you?" She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. It came out forced.

"If the girl really needs advice I do. Is everything okay?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

"I guess. It's just… my mom's acting so nonchalant about her divorce with my dad. I mean, I get she doesn't want to cry all the time, but I wish I'd see some kind of affect. Is that totally selfish?" She asked, wondering if it really was a stupid idea to call him after all. He didn't know her or her family.

"No, it's not selfish. But, maybe she's trying to be strong for you. Not because she's really unaffected, but because she doesn't want you to see her affected. Does that make sense?"

Quinn thought about it. It did surprisingly make sense. She and her mom were a lot alike that way. "Yeah, it does actually. Thanks, you just saved me from a full-blown freak out." She laughed shortly.

"No problem, glad I could be of assistance. Call if you need anything else, okay? I know that probably sounds weird coming from someone you barely know, but whatever."

"No, it's okay. And thanks. It's good to know somebody's listening." She replied, feeling herself begin to smile. "But I'll let you go. I need to finish unpacking, anyways. Bye, Alex." She waited for him to respond then hit END on her phone.

She leaned back on her bed and looked at the unpacked room. Her life was still spinning out of control, but she figured with Alex's help she could handle it. She just hoped he was up for the challenge. She didn't want to see him walk out of her life just yet.

So… there's chapter 2. Kind of suck-ish, I know. But I wanted to get it up. And, I have to announce something… TOMORROW'S MY BIRTHDAY! WHOO-HOO! =D Just thought I'd let y'all know that.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. I really enjoy the idea of it. I just hope I can execute it like I see in my head. Same goes for my other multi-chapter fic, "The Plan". Anyways, please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Pretty Little Liars. If I did, why would I be writing FanFiction about them?