A/N: In response to a review; it is spring. The weather is cold because New Haven is experiencing a cold snap (and thank you for pointing out that I didn't clarify that). In my experience, the northern part of the U.S. can still experience winter weather even in the months of April. Thank you for all the alerts, favorites, and reviews. It's very motivating.

A/N2:The usual disclaimers still apply. I don't own anything but my OC Jamie. Don't kill me after you read this chapter.

Chapter 4

Quinn wiped away some tears that had slipped through. It was done. She had texted both Santanna and Kurt, demanding that they keep Rachel away from her. Both of them had been understandably confused and angry. Quinn ignored the voice in her head (that sounded a lot like Santanna) that was telling her what a bad idea this all was. The blonde determined that she would move on from her feelings for Rachel, even if it meant cutting her others friends out of her life as well.

Checking her phone, Quinn realized that she was running late for her society meeting. Rising quickly, she bumped into a tall, lanky brunette with mesmerizing blue eyes. The girl's arms shot out to steady the blonde, who had stumbled.

"Sorry, sorry," Quinn cried, "I'm just a little stiff from the cold."

"It's okay." The taller girl smiled. "I'm just glad I caught you before you fell. I'm Jamie." The taller girl offered her hand.

Quinn clasped the offered hand. "I'm Quinn. It's nice to meet you. I'm glad you caught me as well." She contemplated a moment and came to a decision. It was time to put herself out there and put Rachel in the past. "Maybe you should stick close to me. You never know if I might need saving again," she flirted nervously. She knew how to work the mojo on guys, but she was unsure whether or not the same tactics worked on girls.

Jamie blinked, then grinned at the obviously anxious blonde. "First time flirting with a girl?" She questioned bluntly.

Quinn looked sheepish as she nodded. "I'm from a small town. Homosexuality wasn't exactly embraced there. I've only recently come to terms with it myself."

"Well luckily for you, this is a campus with a large LGBT population and support system. There is an Alumni Association as well as Coop, which is a student based group on campus. There are official and nonofficial events all the time. I think we even have a booth for tailgating at football games."

Quinn's eyes were wide at the bombardment of information. She was only peripherally aware of the LGBT group on campus and now that she had decided to embrace it, she was a little overwhelmed at the data being thrown her way. "Wow. I knew Yale was accepting, but I didn't know it was that intense."

Jamie grinned. "Sorry about about overloading you there. Would you like to grab a coffee some time? If I don't hurry, I'm going to miss my next class. Professor Lofton doesn't like it when student are late." She grabbed Quinn's hand and hurriedly scribbled her number into the blonde's palm. "Call or text me and we'll get together soon. It was nice meeting you," the lanky brunette called out over her shoulder as she jogged away.

Quinn stood in shock for a moment, before springing into action. She quickly saved Jamie's number in her phone, gathered up her stuff, and headed to her meeting. Suddenly the day seemed a little brighter and her melancholy lifted.

A few hours later, Quinn's tennis shoes were pounding the dirt as she ran. Her meeting had gone well and she had made plans with Jamie for later that evening, but right now her mind was blissfully blank as she circled the track. Running was a way for her to clear her mind, not just stay in shape. For a brief time it had been a way to escape her feelings and channel them into a more productive outlet.

Today she had extra turmoil to avoid. Her her decisions from earlier in the afternoon haunted her and caused some vigorous internal debate. After the society met that afternoon, she had gone to the phone company and changed her number. She had also made a new email address and had unfriended most of her former teammates from glee on Facebook. Quinn knew that she was taking drastic measures, but the best way to leave the past behind was to go cold turkey. After all the Fabray motto was avoidance.

The blonde jogged a few cool down laps and sat down to stretch. She had to get back to her room to shower and get ready for her date. Her stomach fluttered nervously at the word date. This would be her first true foray into the world of lesbian dating and she was anxious about it.

Once back in her room, Quinn showered quickly. Wrapped in a soft towel, she stood in front of her tiny dorm room closet, trying to decide what to wear. She finally decided on black skinny jeans with knee-high black boots, paired with a soft, camel colored turtleneck that was loose around the shoulders. Her hair was in a loose up-do. She finalized the look with light makeup and a black hand purse. With one last glance in the mirror she headed out the door.

Jamie had picked a great location for a first date. She had chosen a small coffeehouse that was showcasing a string quartet along with a small exhibition of local artists. The atmosphere was relaxed and casual, which immediately calmed Quinn's jittery nerves. She looked around and saw the tall brunette seated at a table in the corner of the room. The blonde took a moment to take in her companion for the evening. Jamie was dressed in a tight black skirt, tall black boots, and a soft blue cowl-necked sweater and her wavy brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail.

The lanky brunette spotted Quinn and waved her over to the table. Quinn took a deep breath and moved toward her date. She gracefully dropped into her seat and sent the other girl a tremulous smile. She really wanted this to go well.