A/N: It's good that everyone seems to be thinking the same as me for at least the beginning of this story. Lets me know that it's not all that terrible of a storyline if I write it well enough. Again, we are still in the early/establishing stages of this story so please be a little patient.

Quinn's Day

-/-

Quinn decided that while she still had a few days before she started school, that she and Brook should explore around their new area. As an added bonus, she could start dropping her resume into some places so she could get herself a job. It wouldn't really need to pay all that much, just enough for food and some small amounts for when she got to move in with Rachel.

"So are we exploring or looking for jobs?" Brook asked as Quinn dropped off her third resume of the trip.

"We can't do both?" Quinn shrugged.

"We can, but I'm starting to doubt that the reason for us leaving the room was to just look around. You could have told me that we would be looking for jobs because then I could have brought one for myself." Brook whined.

"Sorry, I did not think of that. Oh well, I guess I'll be stuck with less competition." Quinn said in a robotic voice and feigned disappointment.

"So that was your plan. Drag me along so that you could look for a job and make sure you get first dibs at them all?"

"No, the plan was to look around and get to know you better. The job thing is just an added bonus. Besides, I need more money than you. I deserve the first chance." To Quinn, that was a very good argument, Brook didn't see the same way though.

"How do you need more money? Who's to say I don't need more money and that you are robbing me the opportunity to live my life as I should?"

"I need more money because I have a very high maintenance girlfriend who likes nice things. I need to get money so I can surprise her and keep her happy for when we move in together by buying her lots of nice furniture and a decent apartment in New York. If you can tell me a way to get that really cheap or easily I would love to hear it." Brook seemed mildly surprised by the reason.

"So you're telling me that you are going to work your ass off and not spend any of it on yourself, just so you can keep your girlfriend happy? I really want to talk to this girl to find out how she got you so whipped. If I find out how to make guys whipped like you are, I'll never have to work another day in my life." Quinn shot her a death glare that would have scared half a football team.

"You go anywhere near Rachel and I swear I'll-"

"I'm not interested in this girl I've never met. I already told you that I'm straight, so deal with it. Now tell me, what makes this girl so special? From hearing most of your life story last night, you don't seem the type to just lie down and take orders from someone." Brook sent Quinn a knowing look. "She really that good in bed?" Quinn sputtered.

"You will probably never know why Rachel is so special. She's nice, sweet, caring, ambitious, cute, funny, smart, pretty, sexy, talented-"

"I get the idea." Brook interjected.

"Trust me, you really don't. But I'll let her talk to you one day. I'll make her come over and then you can see why she's so amazing. But if you touch her-"

"I'M STRAIGHT! Really, how jealous can you get? I honestly cannot believe you are letting her out of your sight at all! You must be like super badass crazy with whoever she is staying with. I'd hate to be that girl."

"You mean that bitch Cynthia? I've already made it clear that she needs to leave Rachel alone, though I doubt it's going to matter. She will make her move on Rachel and I'll have to attack. I've been trying to keep my mind off her but I can't and to top it all off, she's gay!" Quinn realised how long she had been holding all of that in and was glad that it was all out of her now.

"When you bash her, can I come? I don't know if I'd be any help, but I think it would be pretty funny to watch." Brook shrugged.

"You can come, but I'll be watching too. I'll get one of my friend's, her names Santana, to bash her for me. I don't want to hurt my hand and I really want to watch, not participate. I'm not generally violent, but when it comes to Rachel-"

"You're more whipped than cream on a cake. I get it." Brook finished for her.

"I don't care. Anything for Rachel." Brook just shook her head. "Oh, a book store. I should apply there." Quinn was pointing to a book store across the road. Brook gave her an evil look as she followed her across the road.

-/- Rachel's day

Rachel was having a less relaxing day than Quinn. She was busy rushing around her dorm room double and triple checking that she had everything she needed. Today was her first day of classes as a NYADA student and she was really excited albeit a little nervous. She was handling pretty well compared to Cynthia who looked a little like she was going to be sick.

"Don't be so nervous. We got into the school for a reason. Even though I've known I was going to be attending this school since I was in diapers, I assure you that you must have at least some fraction of the talent I have and belong at this school. Maybe not as much as I do, but belonging is belonging I guess." Rachel personally thought that that was a pretty good pep talk. Cynthia on the other hand seemed less inspired.

"So you are telling me that you aren't nervous? What if you screw up?" Cynthia really looked quite dishevelled.

"I don't screw up. Well, apart from my audition. But I still was good enough to get myself a spot in here so I'm really not all that worried. I'm a star. I know it. My girlfriend knows it. My parents know it. Soon enough, the world is going to know it." In typical Rachel Berry fashion, she found that her arms were extended out to her sides and she was looking towards an imaginary spotlight.

"Your humility is amazing." Cynthia deadpanned. Rachel narrowed her eyes at Cynthia.

"I've come from a school where I got slushied almost daily in every year except senior. I was forced to either have confidence in myself and be the star that I am or go with the flow and end up a Lima Loser. If I had of gone with the latter I wouldn't be here right now and I would most likely be single."

"That'd be a shame." Cynthia mumbled it softly enough for Rachel not to hear it properly. "Well you ready to go and feel the pain?"

"That attitude is pretty terrible. You should be excited to be attending such a prestigious school. It is not a drag or something you are being forced to do." Rachel said with a small tone of superiority.

"Which explains perfectly why you have been sad and depressed over the last couple of days."

"That has nothing to do with being at this school. I am in fact very excited and eager to be starting today and have been waiting for this moment almost as long as I have been waiting to get onto Broadway."

"Then what's with the sadness?"

"I've been apart from Quinn for too long and she hasn't called me or Skyped me once. But I guess she's been busy getting herself ready for Yale." That always made her feel proud. Her girlfriend was going to Yale! Two words she had never expected to think at all a year ago were now being used in the same mind sentence. Girlfriend and Yale. It made her shiver slightly with excitement.

"What kind of a girlfriend doesn't call or text her girlfriend? That's a weak effort. Something I would never let happen." Rachel's face contorted in anger a little. Was this girl seriously bagging her girlfriend?

"Quinn's obviously been busy getting herself ready for Yale. Besides, I haven't called her either so it's not like she's to blame. She could just be waiting for me to call her so she knows I'm settled."

"You shouldn't have to call her. She should be calling you. Maybe she just doesn't care all that much." Cynthia shrugged. Rachel just shook her head. Of course Quinn cared about her. She was just getting herself ready for Yale. Cynthia wouldn't understand that, she was single after all.

"Let's just go." Rachel said darkly.

-/-

Rachel walked back into her dorm room at the end of the day with a massive smile on her face. That was quite possibly the best day of school she had had in her life. She let herself fall down on her bed, completely content. She was just about to text Quinn when a thought struck her. If Quinn wanted to talk to her, she would text. It wasn't that what Cynthia had said had gotten to her; it was just that... she had had some valid points.

It did make her feel a little sad that here she was, not texting her girlfriend, due to some fears a person who knew exactly nothing about Quinn had placed in her mind. But then again, maybe Quinn wanted her space. They had to try and be at least a little independent from each other. Oh how she wanted Quinn to try and talk to her though.

Almost as if her phone had read her mind, it started to ring. Rachel tried to keep her hopes pretty low. After all, her dads' hadn't called her either. She calmly looked at her phone, but squealed when she saw that it was Quinn calling.

"Hi Quinn." Rachel said a little breathlessly.

"Is this a bad time? Do I need to call you back?" Quinn sounded slightly panicked.

"No, of course not. Why?"

"You sound out of breath. Are you alright?" Oh, that made sense.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just really happy that you called me." She could almost hear Quinn smirk on the other end of the line. "Don't look so smug about it."

"How do you know I'm looking smug? I'm actually a little offended that you would think that I would ever look smug about anything." Rachel laughed but quickly became more serious.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too. I would've called, but I've been really busy getting ready for Yale. Now we should have more time to talk. How was your first day?" Quinn was so thoughtful. Rachel now started to feel really bad for even thinking that Cynthia had any basis whatsoever. Of course Quinn needed to get ready for Yale.

"I love this school so much. Almost as much as you! It's got everything I could ever need. And everyone's so nice. Well, they're not all nice nice, but they aren't throwing things at me and calling me names while throwing me into dumpsters!" Rachel was a little saddened by how excited she sounded about that.

"Rachel I am so-"

"It's okay Quinn. I know you're sorry and you've changed. You make me happy now."

"That doesn't make up for it."Rachel face palmed.

"Let it go Quinn. Please." Rachel was growing a little tired of Quinn being so sorry about that. Why couldn't she just let it go?

"Sorry Rachel, can you hang on a sec." There was some rustling before Rachel heard a new voice. It was very quite though as it was clear that this person wasn't holding the phone.

"Come on Quinn. Let me talk to her for like five minutes. I just want to know how she got you so whipped. It's all I ask." Rachel burst out laughing.

"Brook, no. I haven't talked to her in over a week. Maybe some other time." There was a second gap where Quinn was supposedly putting the phone back to her ear. "Sorry about that Rachel."

"Is that your new roommate?"

"Yes, and she obviously doesn't understand the concept of leave my time with my girlfriend alone." Quinn said that bit loud enough for her roommate to hear a distance away.

"We could just go on Skype." Rachel suggested. This would also give Rachel a look at Quinn's new roommate. She kind of wanted to scope out if she was a nut bag or not.

"Rachel we haven't been able to talk in ages. You can talk to her tomorrow if you really want to. Right now I just want to talk to you." Rachel was slightly touched that she was the only thing Quinn wanted her attention on. It made her feel special.

"So, have you looked around your new area? Do you like it? Wait, do you like your new roommate?" Rachel could sense a gossip opportunity here.

"Yes, yes and yes. This place seems pretty cool and friendly. Brook, well, she's a little out there but seems nice and friendly. And she likes music and has pretty good taste too." Rachel heard a faint 'I heard that'. "Good thing I didn't say that you are a bitch who has crappy taste in music then isn't it?" Rachel laughed. It sounded like this Brook did too.

"That's good. When do you have your first class?"

"Next Monday. I'm really excited because my first class is lit and-"

The girls were still talking two hours later when Rachel's phone beeped because it was due to go flat. Even then, Rachel just put it on charge.

"I had better let you go Quinn. I don't want to make your roommate feel neglected." Rachel said sadly.

"Okay. I'll Skype you tomorrow. When you get to see her, please don't scream."

"Okay, bye. Love you."

"Love you too Rach."