A/N: Fair to say that my inbox exploded with the release of the last chapter. I know that it's mostly people going on from LMB but still, wow. I guess it either shows that you rate me as an author, or that there is now way I could screw this story up. Either way, thanks.

Still in basic story and character introduction here so be patient. Things will pick up, I don't know when but they will.

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Quinn's day

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It was only a week after they had taken Rachel to New York but Quinn had still managed to miss her terribly. Communication had been easy enough with calling and Skype and whatnot, but Quinn knew that when semester started, that would change due to classes and workloads.

She was sitting on her bare bed, sitting in her room, surrounded by boxes. She was due to leave later today. She was looking forward to it, but that may just be because she knew that the sooner she started school, the sooner she'd end and the sooner she ended, the sooner she could go and live with Rachel.

That was what was exciting Quinn about this year. It was her chance to get some reasonable education so she could find a job that she might have some aptitude at so she could support Rachel until she was on Broadway. Until she had a real job, she would be stuck doing waitressing and other remedial jobs so that she could at least have some money in the bank to get a good place to live and some furniture.

"Are you ready yet Quinn?" Quinn sighed. Her mother would be taking her to her new dorm. She would have rather have had the Berry's take her, but she knew that it was probably something her mum would be very disappointed to have missed. Quinn had to give it to her mum; she had been trying hard to accept Quinn and Rachel as a couple. It had been a really awkward conversation, but after the school had found out Quinn had made telling her mum as soon as she got home a top priority. She knew that Lima was a small town and that people were gossipy so she thought it best for her mum to hear it from her.

Quinn had made sure that Rachel was there with her. Not only for emotional support, but some help if she got kicked out and needed to pack her stuff quickly. When they had told Judy that they were together, Judy had been silent for a few seconds. It had made Quinn worried, but eventually her mother came to terms with it to and just dealt with it by herself. That made Quinn happy because although she knew her mum was struggling to come to terms with it, she was keeping her opinion to herself and wasn't asking any awkward questions.

Coming out to Rachel's dads was much simpler and far less scary. They knew there would be no judgement there and the only problem would be that it was Quinn, Rachel's old tormentor that Rachel had decided to date. Although Rachel had said time and time again that just because her parents were gay wasn't going to make it any easier and that it was still as nerve racking, Quinn still thought it was a hell of a lot easier without the threat of disowning looming above their heads.

Of course, coming out to both sets of parents did have a major drawback. It ensured that there was an open door policy at both houses, but the girls had been sneaky enough to work their way around that, whether it be to wait for their parents to be out of the house or to find a dark alleyway to park the car.

"Yeah, coming." Quinn called back. She picked up a box and made her way downstairs.

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Quinn couldn't help but have a small sense of foreboding when they arrived at her new dorm building. It's not that she didn't want to go to Yale or learn new things. It's just that she would rather be around Rachel doing it. Moving in to this building just solidified in her mind that it would be a year before she would be able to see Rachel on a day to day basis again.

Then of course, it also reminded her of whom Rachel was now sharing a room with. Cynthia. Just thinking that name made a dirty look cross Quinn's face. Quinn had heard no new developments of Rachel's new roommate, but Quinn knew that that was just because Rachel knew that Quinn didn't like her. Quinn trusted Rachel, but she didn't trust Cynthia. She supposed that that was a little silly as if Rachel didn't partake then it wouldn't really be a problem, but she still disliked that it was a possibility.

There was also Rachel's uncanny knack for trusting and giving people second chances. There were times when Quinn liked this about her; they wouldn't be together if it weren't for that in the first place. Then there were the other times like right now that Quinn wanted Rachel to be as weary as possible. Even though she had made it perfectly obvious that she thought, no knew, that Cynthia was going to hit on the diva, Rachel had pushed this aside saying that they were only roommates and there wasn't going to anything more. Safe to say that Quinn wasn't completely reassured by that.

Quinn grabbed a couple boxes as she got out of the car. Judy followed her lead as they entered the building. Quinn pulled out the piece of paper she had written her dorm room number on. She hadn't been like Rachel and remembered every little thing about where she would be staying mainly because she wasn't as excited about being here as much as Rachel was. Come to think of it, had she called up Rachel now and asked what room she was in, after the rant that she was sure to receive, the diva probably would have been able to tell her the room number.

Nevertheless, Quinn looked around the boxes to the hand that was holding the paper to see that she was in room 13. She smiled. That would be easy to remember as it was her favourite number for no other reason than everyone said it was bad luck. She looked to see what room they were in front of now. 8. That meant that she was still a bit down the hall.

When they arrived out the front of her room, the first thing Quinn noticed was the music. Obviously her new roommate was a muso and that suited Quinn perfectly, as long as her roommate could hold a tune. Realising that she wouldn't be able to open the door without putting any of her boxes down, she kicked the door to knock. After there was no response, Quinn kicked the door harder to be heard over the music.

"Quinn honey, maybe you shouldn't kick the door." Judy said softly.

"Sorry! Coming!" Came the call from inside. Quinn threw her mum a look that said, 'what do you know?' After some banging and curses from the other side of the door, it was opened. Quinn couldn't see who had opened it by her boxes so she just walked inside. She put the boxes down a little way into the room and turned back around to look at her new roommate.

"Hi. I'm Quinn. I'm your new roommate I guess." She said walking forward.

"I'm Brooklyn, but everyone calls me Brook. Nice to meet you Quinn." Brook was a tall girl with red velvet hair. She was fairly thin and looked like someone who knew how to have fun.

"This is my mum. She's just helping me move in some boxes." Quinn indicated to Judy who sent a small wave Sam's way. Sam waved back.

"My parents are at my car getting boxes too. It's going to be really annoying when they leave because mum will start crying and it might make me start crying and then I'll be no fun to be around until tomorrow. It's kinda the reason I've got my music playing, to keep her mood up, you know. It doesn't bother you does it?" Brook suddenly looked a little worried.

"It's fine. Do you have a call on one of the beds yet?" Quinn asked. There was one close to the window and one closer to the bathroom.

"Wanna flip for it?" Brook asked, pulling a coin from her pocket.

"Heads I get the left one. Tails I get the right one." Quinn said. Brook nodded and flipped the coin. When it hit the floor, it stood on its edge for a second before wobbling and falling.

"Heads. That's probably a good thing because I've already put most of my stuff on the right anyway." Judy walked over to the bed on the left, which was the one closer to the window, and dropped the box she was holding onto it.

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An hour later, all of both girls' boxes were secured in their rooms and the parents were getting ready to leave. Quinn was standing back at her mother's car as they said goodbye.

"Look at my little girl. You've grown up so much in the last few years." Judy said in a choked voice. She was quite visibly fighting back tears. Quinn felt a tug on her heart but didn't really think she was going to cry. She was trying to be strong.

"Thanks mum. The only reason I've grown up so much though is because I keep screwing up." Judy laughed weakly.

"I'm so proud of you honey. After everything that has happened to you, you are only a few short days away from starting at Yale! You are going to do something great Quinnie and I hope you don't completely forget me when you do." Tears were beginning to run down both of the blondes' cheeks. Quinn honestly hadn't expected her mum to say anything like this.

"I could never forget you mum. After everything you were always there for me in the end." Quinn furiously wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

"I should have been there for you sooner." Judy pulled Quinn into a tight hug.

"Doesn't matter. You were there."

"I'm going to miss you Quinnie."

"You too mum. I love you." Judy pulled away and got into her car.

"I love you to. Now go make me even prouder." Judy said as she got into her car. Quinn waved until her mum was out of sight and then joined Brook at the entrance to their building.

"That was depressing." Brook's mum and dad had also just left. All the parents had decided to leave at the same time.

"I didn't really expect it to be." Quinn mumbled as they began to walk inside.

"Why not? You're leaving your parents behind. That's a major thing in life." Brook said as she pushed open the door to their room.

"I got disowned by my dad at 16 and my relationship with mum was strained after she let him kick me out. She left him and took me back but things were never really the same." Quinn lay down on her back on her bed. She just stared at the ceiling.

"What did you do to make him disown you?" Brook asked in awe, taking a seat on her own bed.

"Got pregnant. Not only that but it was to my boyfriends best friend." Brook whistled in awe.

"Yeah, that's pretty bad. No grounds to disown you, but still pretty bad." Brook corrected herself halfway through that sentence.

"Now I'm dating my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend." Quinn realised that she was being very open with a girl that could quite possibly be very prejudiced against her. "You don't have a problem with that do you?" Quinn asked unsurely.

"Problem with what?"

"Me having a girlfriend." Quinn clarified.

"Not really. As long as you don't try to hit on me or anything. I'm not gay myself but I don't have a problem with people who are." Quinn was very quickly starting to like this girl. "How did your mum take that news?"

"Okay I guess. Better than I would have hoped for by any standards. She didn't kick me out or anything. I can tell she isn't comfortable with it but she hasn't tried to change me." Quinn shrugged.

"That's good I guess. So where are you from?"

"Lima, Ohio. You?"

"Miami. What are you best at at school?"

"Literature I guess. It'll be my major by any rate. What about you?" Quinn was interested to know what this bubbly and seemingly carefree girl was good at.

"Arts. Painting and all that, not performing ones like singing." Quinn probably could have guessed that. This girl was strange, and although she knew it would take a while to really get to know her, she liked all these questions they were asking each other to get basic knowledge.

"So do you have a boyfriend right now?" Quinn asked.

"Nah, I dumped him before I left. I really don't think I can handle long distance. I'm not exactly what you'd call a patient person. So this girlfriend of yours, do you have a picture of her?" That reminded Quinn of something. She sprung up and looked for a specific box.

"Yes I do and it is in a box with a gold star sticker on it." Quinn spotted it near the window and carefully opened it. At the very top was a picture of her with Rachel at a carnival a few weeks before Rachel had to go to New York. Rachel was holding a giant stuffed bear that Quinn had won for her and was kissing her on the cheek while Quinn took the picture with one arm around the diva's small waist. She took it out of the box and walked over and handed it to Brook.

"This is a nice picture." Brook said as she placed it on Quinn's bedside table. Quinn nodded. "So why did you put a gold star on that box? To remember the picture?" Quinn shook her head.

"That's my box filled with my Rachel stuff. She'd kill me if I lost anything. Besides, it's all my most precious possessions." Brook laughed as Quinn ran her fingers over the picture wishing she was with the diva right now.