A.N. Hey guys! It's been the end of the quarter at my school and teachers needed to get grades into the system and aaaaah I had three essays and two tests all due/on one day at one point there... It's been a rough week for my free time. I also suck at forcing myself to sit still and write. So here it is! Chapter 2 from a sorta Quinn's POV :)

Chapter 2

Earlier that day…

Quinn opened her eyes, and turned her head on her pillow to see her clock. Ugh… Only 7, she thought. Throughout the summer, Quinn Fabray has gotten extremely bored. Most of her days were spent shopping, because her roommate was tired of her looking like a sack of potatoes. In high school, Quinn was obsessed with her appearance. It was all she cared about, and the only way she thought society would accept her. At least, that's what her father told her. And she believed him. She blindly did whatever that horrible man said until she started noticing some… changes.

Senior year of high school, she had her first kiss with another girl. And it felt amazing. She had left the party in a panic, and in the middle of a game of truth or dare. The next few days at school were different for Quinn Fabray. That's when she started noticing stuff. She started noticing the way girls walked, and the inticing swish that their hips made. She started noticing the curves of her female classmates and imagined what they would feel like under her hands. Worst of all, she started noticing boobs. Oh god how Quinn loved them. Seriously, she could list everything she loved about them and the list would be at least four pages long. In fact she got so bored in the second week of summer that she ended up making said list. Her roommate found it one day while cleaning the living room. He was so appalled he made her shred it. Now Quinn just keeps a mental copy of the list.

Quinn came out to her friends once at college. Columbia turned out to be a really accepting place. Nothing like the small town where she grew up in Ohio. Akron was a shitty place in her opinion. Freshman year at Columbia was paradise compared to all of Carmel. It became a little better when her parents got divorced though. Her dad cheated on her mom and left them. Her mom, Judy, was scared at first and turned to drinking. Over time however, Judy Fabray worked hard. She's been sober since Quinn left for college and has really become a mother Quinn is proud to have.

Quinn and her mom began writing letters to each other when Quinn got to New York. It was easier than calling everyday, and being able to save the letters made the two blondes less lonely. Granted, Quinn had her roommate, but she still got a little homesick. Her mom and her really started bonding over the letters. Quinn even felt safe enough to come out to her in person last Christmas. The letters were almost therapeutic for the both of them.

On a happier note in Quinn's mind, her roommate was out for the week! He was on a short vacation in Cape Cod with some of his NYADA friends. He asked Quinn to come along but she wanted to have some alone time. Also, she had no doubt in her mind that her roommate would find a shopping mall and force her into it. She had been traumatized in June when he tried putting her in skirts. Too many bad memories of the cheerleading skirt she wore at high school. She always shudders when she thinks about high school. Quinn is quite proud of the person she's become. She is much more confident and comfortable with herself, and never puts up a fake front. Her time in New York has really made her stop hiding who she is.

Quinn got out of bed after a bit and looked in her full length mirror. She was wearing black boy shorts and a blue Ravenclaw quidditch t-shirt. Her hair stuck up so much she was a good four inches taller. After seeing Quinn like this every morning, her roommate had dubbed her pre-coffee persona 'Lion Quinn'. She was either moody and grunted a lot, or extremely playful in the morning. It depended on what was planned for the rest of the day.

Lion Quinn transformed into normal Quinn once she got dressed in a flannel and some white jean shorts. She tamed most of her hair too but a tiny piece kept sticking up in the back. Her solution was just a gray beanie. Deciding she should eat some breakfast, she put on her black vans and grabbed her longboard.

New York was beautiful on summer mornings. The diner she went to wasn't in a very busy neighborhood on a weekday morning, but she almost ran into someone on her way there. She was passing by a grocery store when the door suddenly opened, and a short woman walked out. Quinn expertly swerved and avoided the stunning brunette who looked quite flustered.

"Sorry!" She called back at the woman.

Way to go Quinn… She thought, Kurt's always telling me that I'm going to end up killing someone and now I've nearly done it! Well I'll just keep that a secret from him, otherwise he'd never let it go and I'd be mocked constantly.

For a while, Quinn decided just to take in the beauty of the city. She aimlessly boarded around, gliding over the pavement. She began longboarding during the summer between Carmel and Columbia. Learning wasn't very difficult for Quinn. She had natural grace and balance in bucket loads, it was in her DNA. Since her dad had left already she never had to hide it from him. Secretly,. Quinn had wanted to skateboard since she was little, but her dad always said it was "unbecoming of a young lady with her social stature".

Quinn arrived at the diner and was only a little sweaty. As in shape as she was, it was hot outside.

"Hey Quinn!" One of the waiters said, "How's life goin for ya, girlie?"

"Oh hey Blaine, everything's great! I'm getting a little bored lately, but enjoying the solitude without Kurt."

"The roommate I hear so much about?"

Quinn chuckled, "His latest conquest has been my wardrobe. Do you think he'll stop dragging me into stores if I mysteriously break my leg?"

"Honey you are talking to a bowtie fanatic and it's been causing me physical pain to not take you shopping."

"You too?! Blaine, you were supposed to be the man I can trust!" She faked a shocked look.

Blaine let out a loud laugh, "Sorry girl, I would lose my gay card if I didn't say something."

"Ugh," Quinn groaned. "Just get me my damn waffles and bacon."

"Extra bacon right?"

"How dare you even ask! Of course extra bacon. Never ask me that again Mr. Anderson or I'll stop tipping."

Blaine winked and walked away towards the kitchen. Quinn decided texting Kurt would distract her enough from her grumbling lioness tummy.

Good morning twinkle toes XO -Q

Hey girlie! Am I speaking to coherent Quinn or the lion within her? -K

RAWR! -Q

Oh good god… Please tell me you're at least wearing clothes this morning? I know you're home alone but it's almost 9 -K

I'm at the diner, can you believe I forgot to go shopping -Q

Suuuuuuuure babe, that's why. It's definitely not because you don't wanna do the dishes - K

IF ARAGORN DOESN'T DO DISHES THEN WHY SHOULD I -Q

You're still on this? We watched LOTR a month ago… For the last time, you are not the King of Men. When you are, I promise to do the dishes, but today is not that day -K

Oh shut up, I'll prove this. Also mah bacon is here so bye bitch -Q

Fine, I'll just enjoy this nice beautiful beach so have fun with your pig meat -K

"Here you go," Blaine said as he put down her plate. Her mouth was already salivating in anticipation. If anything could make Quinn happy, it was waffles with syrup and EXTRA bacon. She scarfed down the meal. Thank god nobody else is in the diner to see this girl… God I love her, but honey needs to learn how to use a napkin, Blaine thought while watching Quinn eat. She even got syrup on her shirt! What kind of full grown woman gets food on herself? Oh good, she's all finished.

Blaine walked back over to her table, "That one's on the house if you let me meet this roommate of yours sometime." So he was single and Kurt sounded like a sweet guy, sue him.

"You sure? You won't get in trouble or anything?" She asked.

"Nah, the mean chef isn't here this morning. If anyone would yell at me for this it would be her." He replied.

"Well… Thanks then! I'll see you around Mr. Anderson." She said 'Mr. Anderson' in her best Agent Smith voice from the Matrix.

"Always a pleasure, Ms. Fabray."

Quinn went back to her apartment after that. She spent an hour looking for her Lord of the Rings books, but all attempts were futile. After a quick phone call to her mother, the books were indeed back in her Ohio bedroom. Surprisingly, this was the best news Quinn had received all summer. It was an excuse to go book shopping! Oh how Quinn loved book stores, the smell of old pages and coffee was her favorite aroma. This also meant she would finally be able to take a look at The Book Nook. One of her friends from Columbia told her about it after stumbling upon it on a walk. Apparently it was tucked away and hard to find.

Quinn was now on a mission.