Summary: Rachel is about to start her second year of college. She ready to be something great. Her new roommate is one odd, wild and innocent, Quinn Fabray. Feeling becomes a whole new thing for Rachel as Quinn worms her way into her life, changing her forever.

Notes: I know I haven't been around lately. I had serious writers block! I changed the summary a little bit. And, I am just realising some major mistakes in grammer and such in previous chapters...I will try to be a more efficient editor in the future :). This chapter is about how Rachel wants to spend more time with Quinn, its the beggining of a lovely friendship (I hope!).

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn friendship (maybe it will turn into something more)

Warning: Nothing yet..

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee or anything of its characters. They all belong to Ryan Murphy and the other wonderful people who work on the show!

After some time getting to know the blonde, Rachel noticed that Quinn had a few different "moods." There was fun, playful Quinn, which was around whenever the girl was in a good mood, so, a lot. Then there was her mature mode, which was kind of always there but often overshadowed by her funny, down to earth, child like mode. There was her stubborn mode, the one that made Rachel feel more like a guardian to the girl than a roommate. Then, her serious mode, which was brought out at appropriate times. And lastly her determined mode, the one where she got competitive and hilariously concentrated, that mode never failed to make Rachel laugh. There were rare times when Quinn would seem overwhelmed or nervous, but mostly, Quinn was just a very funny, happy girl. Let's not forget the fact that Rachel was eighty percent sure that Quinn was just nuts, lovable, but crazy. But, there was one thing Rachel knew, no matter what mode the blonde was in, crazy or not, Quinn never failed to mesmerize and entrance her completely.

Rachel also found that Quinn's diet contained mostly of sugar. She would be caught eating a salad every now and then, but it was rare. The blonde stayed VERY far away from soda though, she was convinced that the bubbles held microscopic knifes that carved open you insides. But when not sugar, Quinn randomly like fruit. Well, it was more of an obsession. Except not red grapes, only green, because to Quinn, red grapes had demons in them that took over your soul. But, Quinn said she only drank red wine, and that white wine had been painted that way by evil Christmas elves. Yeah, that confused Rachel too.

To Quinn, living with Rachel as a roommate was just about the most perfect thing ever. Sure, the brunette might have lied about "quietness" and "shying up over the years", the girl talked nonstop. And good lord is she a drama queen. But Rachel was sweet and funny and didn't look at the blonde like she had three heads. Rachel went along with Quinn's crazy, it was nice. And she cleans, just a plus.

Rachel woke up, again, at 5:15, again. She could not think of a worse time to NOT be asleep, but nonetheless, it was the time she had woken up for the past four weeks. Every morning, at about around five-ish, Quinn would wake up. When Rachel asked why, the blonde said she hadn't woken up past 5:30 since she was fourteen, and she didn't know why. She was quiet enough when walking around the apartment, but always failed to remember the alarm system that Artie insisted on putting on their door (because you know, pretty girls shouldn't live on their own, okay Artie, thanks). Rachel could have sworn she put a posted note there, reminding Quinn to turn it off before she opened the door. It was even purple. So, either Quinn was that oblivious, or she was doing it on purpose. Honestly, Rachel wouldn't have been surprised by either.

But there it was, right on time. The blaring of the alarm muffled Rachel's loud groan. She threw her pillow over her head in hopes of blocking out the siren. How the whole entire universe didn't wake up from the noise was just too far beyond her. It was over in fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds too long. When it ended the brunette heard the frustrated stomp of a foot and then the quick patter of Quinn's feet up the stairs. Rachel's ears tracked the sound all the way to the side of her bed. She huffed quietly as vanilla filled all of her senses. There was a very soft sequence of taps on the brunette's exposed shoulder.

"Yes Quinn?" She mumbled from under her covers. The tapping insisted, so Rachel turned over to uncover her sleepy face. "What?" She asked, trying not to sound too much like an unfed daemon. Quinn frowned apologetically.

"…Are you awake?" The blonde whispered, in a childlike way. Rachel didn't answer her, but stared. She wanted to seem annoyed, but really, she was just amazed at the blonde's natural beauty. Quinn bit her lip and rocked back and forth on her heals. "I'm really sorry Rachel!" She hushed. Rachel softened her features but turned back around the other way, closing her eyes. Quinn smiled and placed three gentle pats on the brunettes head. "Go back to sleep," she hummed softly. Rachel smiled involuntarily at the girl's innocence. She heard her go out through the downstairs door, but not before resetting that damn alarm. Rachel couldn't stay mad. Hell, she could even be mad. And, as soon as the blonde was out of the apartment, she missed her. Why, Rachel didn't know, she didn't want too. But she missed her.

Then Rachel had a thought. She was in no mood to let Quinn leave so early, and then come home after Rachel had already eaten her breakfast, only to leave again and be gone all day after that. Doing what it was that the blonde did. Rachel had known Quinn a month. And so what if she was hooked? The brunette got attached to people too easily, and she wanted more time with Quinn, and she was damn right about to go get it.

Rachel shoved her covers off and took matters into her own hands. She threw her hair up into a ponytail, put on some foundation, and put her favorite tweed coat over her home-made Barbra T-shirt. Her moccasins were the first thing she could find to throw on her feet. She sent up and gentle thanks that her coat matched her black ankle length leggings. Rachel was in a hurry, but she would never let herself leave the house with clothes that didn't match. She just barely remembered to turn off the alarm before she stomped out the door.

Rachel, for the first time realized, what the world looked like at 5:40 in the morning. She found it rather beautiful. Light grey clouds covered most of the sky, with pale blues and pinks peaking out behind them. Fog limited her vision to about fifty feet in all directions, making her eyes water slightly. But, she liked it, a lot. The city seemed quieter, even where Rachel lived, which was considered almost "suburban" compared to everywhere else in New York. It was very peaceful, the air felt damp and green. The brunette could only admire her surroundings for about a block and half before she realized she had no idea where she was planning to go. Quinn was a good half an hour ahead of her, and with Rachel's luck she probably went the opposite way. Where would she be? Would she have taken the subway, going somewhere far away? 'No' Thought Rachel. Quinn didn't have a metro card that lasted her more than a day yet. 'Mental note: Get Quinn a metro card.' Then, where? Rachel walked lazily over to lean up against a small tree that had a home in the middle of the sidewalk. She thought about how if she turned around and went back past her apartment, she'd be walking towards the restaurants and quirky café's and shops that were all in her little part of Brooklyn. If she kept on going the way she was going she would get to the parks and the more relaxed area, where there was hardly any traffic. 'The park! Quinn would love that!' Decision made, and Rachel kept going the same way.

As Rachel traveled, she wondered what possessed her to do this. She left the apartment mad, and determined. Determined to spend more than an hour or two with Quinn. But, now she just felt stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She realized that she had just got out of bed, and ran out of her apartment to spend some time with a girl she had known for a few weeks. Sure, she knew that Quinn had a horrible diet, minus a slight obsession with fruit. And she knew that her foods couldn't touch, and not to give her red grapes or white wine. She knew that she was incredibly charming and lovely and everything that was beautiful and good. 'Wait, what? I didn't mean that. Damn you Quinn Brain!' She thought angrily. It didn't make sense, she and Quinn weren't really friends yet, she shouldn't be doing this. She. Should. Not. Be. Doing. This. 'Turn around feet! Stop moving!' It was all Rachel wanted but she was already at a park (her favorite one in Brooklyn) and she just couldn't make her feet stop.

'This is stupid, this is stupid, and this is stupid…' The inner chant continued as she walked briskly through a random path into the woods, fog still limited her vision. Something made her stop. A tall figure leaned up against a tree was in the distance. Rachel narrowed her eyes through the mist, but it was no good. She continued slowly. 'Oh shit!' It was Quinn. How Rachel had found her in the first place she looked was some sort of miracle, she smiled slightly. The blonde was wearing red flannel pajama pants and a baggy grey sweatshirt with two little blue elephants on it, a pair of worn Sperry's adorned her feet. But something else caught her eye. In Quinn's hand was an unlit cigarette, being spun around through her nimble fingers, eyes concentrated intensely on it. Rachel cocked an eyebrow. 'Quinn Fabray, innocent, sweet, Quinn Fabray. A smoker?' It was almost sad. But Rachel was still overjoyed by just finding her. So, she played it coy. Nice and casual like a good Rachel should.

"So, this is how you act when nobodies looking," the brunette said, making her way up, five feet in front of the blonde.

Quinn looked up and smiled hugely, completely different from her almost pained expression before. She looked genuinely happy to see the brunette, and it made Rachel fight back a blush.

"Hi Rachel," the blonde said through a sweet smile. Rachel smiled despite her confusion. All she knew was that she liked smiley, crazy Quinn, better than sad, smoker Quinn. The brunette eyed the cigarette that sat loosely in the blonde's pointer and middle finger at her side. Quinn followed her gaze and widened her hazel eyes. "Oh, it's uh…an old habit I picked up from my 'pink-haired' stage back in senior year…it's been on and off since then. I try to stay off as long as possible. This is my first one in five weeks!" Quinn sounded like a kid as she spoke and shuffled her feet in the dirt, so innocent. 'Okay,' Rachel thought, 'I give her credit, to look so blameless with a cancer stick in her hand. Girls got talent,' Rachel leaned up on the tree next to the blonde.

"Well, lets see if we can make it six weeks, yeah?" The brunette said, taking the smoke from Quinn's hand and putting it in her pocket. "Let's keep this happy," she continued softly. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at Rachel's words.

"Happy?"

"Quinn, you have a flaw. Other than that, you're a happy person right?" Quinn nodded vigorously, eyes widening in childlike ways. Rachel giggled. "Good, because, I like it when things are happy. I'm supposed to be the adult, well, as adult as I can be. You just be the easy-going Quinn okay? Because the Quinn I know, wouldn't sneak away to smoke right?" Quinn nodded again, jumping up and down with the intense momentum. Rachel laughed. "Okay, okay…calm down silly,"

"I'm happy Rachel," Quinn said, sliding down the tree, Rachel followed suit, settled on the forest floor next to her. "I've never liked this part of me, it's super different from the rest of me…" She trailed off. They settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching the fog thin very slowly and the sun rise up over the trees that surrounded them. Rachel was in a very subtle bliss, but she wouldn't even tell herself that because, well, everything she felt when Quinn was around scared her. "Rachel?" Quinn said softly, rolling her head to look at the brunette's profile.

"Yes Quinn?" Rachel asked, her heart fluttering at the sound of the blonde's voice, she pushed that feeling aside as well. Quinn swallowed and looked down at Rachel's hand that rested on a tree root at her side, and grabbed gently into hers.

"I just wanted to let you know that I think you're very nice. You've only really just met me and you're so kind and thoughtful…just…thanks," Quinn said, with an out of character seriousness to her voice. Rachel held back a big smile.

"Thank you Quinn. You're very easy to like you know. It comes natural I guess…" The brunette said. Quinn beamed, not bothering to hold back any expression.

"Rachel?" She asked after a minute, losing the smile and becoming quite shy in demeanor.

"Quinn?"

"Would you…I mean…do you…do you want to be my friend?" Quinn ducked her head as she asked. Rachel couldn't help but laugh out loud, partly at Quinn's adorableness and partly at the ridiculousness of her question.

"Quinn! Of course I want to be friends! I figured we were heading there anyways! With you teaching me how to bake spaghetti and meatballs and me telling you Barbra Streisand's complete history…friends do that right?" Rachel responded, giving Quinn's hand a reassuring squeeze. Quinn's smile was so big and so beautiful it must have hurt her face.

"You don't bake it, you cook it Rachel," she explained sweetly.

"Well," Rachel said, avoiding getting into any conversation that would involve her pitiful cooking skills. "Good thing we are friends now and you can make sure I get fed!" Quinn giggled before widening her eyes in thrill.

"Wait! Does this mean I get to be friends with the boys too?" She asked. Rachel could feel her hand shaking from excitement.

"Quinn, the guys haven't stopped talking about you since they met you four weeks ago! They've been asking me when they could see you again. I just don't know your schedule I guess, I don't know when you'll be around. I mean, they live right down stairs, it just hasn't really worked out...and with classes starting back up soon, it's hard to-"

"Remember when you said you didn't really talk much anymore?" Quinn asked playfully, cutting her off. "You lied," Rachel blushed deeply and turned her face to the rising sun. "How about tonight? We can go out to eat…I mean, it's not really my thing…I don't like crowds all that much. But, I think if I was surrounded by my new friends it wouldn't be so tough!" Quinn suggested. Rachel nodded in agreement; almost not bring able to take the cuteness.

"That sounds like fun Quinn," she said. Quinn beamed again, Rachel only saw from the corner of her eye because she didn't think she could handle anymore butterflies dancing around in her belly.

This was the longest they had held hands without Quinn pulling away; Rachel was hyperaware of that fact. But sure enough Quinn took her hand back all too soon when she turned back to watch sun continue its journey above the horizon. Rachel remembered something suddenly.

"Quinn…?" She asked with confusion graced across her features.

"Yes Rachel?"

"…When were you planning on painting your room…you bought that paint ages ago," the brunette stated her question in the hopes that Quinn would ask for help, more bonding time. Quinn made a funny little sound of amazement and face palmed herself.

"I totally forgot about that! How about this weekend? I don't have anywhere to be…I mean, if you wanted to help me…"

"I would love to help you!" Rachel laughed, 'Plan in motion' she thought happily. Quinn just smiled contently and leant her head back against the bark and closed her eyes, Rachel took this time to look at her. With Quinn's eyes closed wouldn't get caught. "Do you have the time?" She asked, turning her head back as Quinn took out an Ipod Touch from her pant pocket.

"It's…6:10,"

"Thank you,"

"Sure thing!"

They watched the rest of the dawn bloom into morning in a content silence before they went home, walking side by side. Every time their hands would brush, Rachel fought the urge to grab it, subsiding it with her chit chat about 'Funny Girl', something Quinn had never seen. That needed to be fixed as soon as possible. The girls made it home at 7:30. And it took Rachel all but three seconds to plant Quinn on the couch in front of what Rachel considered "The Best Music Of All Time." Popcorn was made (by Rachel, she liked to think of herself as some sort of microwave rookie) and drinks were poured (apple juice for Quinn and coke for Rachel.) Rachel spent most of the movie watching Quinn's reactions and facial expressions as Barbra moved around the screen, singing and dancing wonderfully. And when it was over Rachel bombarded a very sleepy Quinn with a million questions about it, testing her on every little detail.

"Rachel, no more! I don't know, I can't remember what Nick said after Fanny said that. Can I please take a nap now…? I'm very tired," Quinn pleaded. Rachel smiled, toning down her enthusiasm. She nodded her head and got off the couch, not before giving Quinn a few good pats on the head, purposefully doing the same thing the blonde had done that morning.

"I'm sorry. I'm glad you liked it though. You go to sleep and I will go talk to the boys about tonight okay?" Rachel said. Quinn nodded lazily and stretched out like a cat on the couch, sighing. Rachel laughed and headed down the stairs (turned off the alarm) and went out the door.

The brunette didn't bother knocking on Kurt and Blaine's door; she stuck her key in the lock and flew it open. She wished almost immediately that she had knocked, because of what she witnessed on the other side of the door. Kurt and Blaine were becoming very intimate on the couch, too distracted to even notice that Rachel was standing there with wide eyes.

"Aw god! Please stop!" The brunette yelled, coming to her senses and throwing a hand over her eyes. She heard some gasps and thumps; someone fell off the couch, and the sound of a zipper being re-zipped. Rachel shuddered. "I'm sorry!" She said, tossing up her free hand. "Sorry,"

Someone cleared their throat, Rachel peaked through her fingers. Both boys were decent and smoothing down their hair. The brunette removed her hand and smile coyly.

"Did I kill the mood?"

"Totally," Kurt muttered with his arms around his chest. Blaine just laughed, really hard.

"Oh god that was awful, so terrible, I'm sorry Rachel. A-re you traumatized?" The dark haired boy said, clinging his sides and he keeled is shaking body over.

"I was about to get laid…do you know how much you turn me off Rachel? This much!" Kurt gestured to his crotch. Rachel grimaced and made herself comfortable on a bar stool at the other side of the room. 'Ouch.' Blaine had composed himself by now and stood up to wipe his watery eyes.

"That was hilarious, just hilarious," he said. He went over to the kitchen and grabbed Rachel's special jar full of "Calm Down Cookies" that she kept in every apartment that held a friend. "Just in case," he said jokingly. Kurt sat down next to Rachel in a huff, grabbing one of the cookies and eating it whole.

"I need to ask you guys something," the brunette started, trying to forget about what had happened. It was easier for her to just act completely as though it had never happened, although she didn't know how to remove the images from her brain. The boys followed her lead and turned their attention to the impending proposal.

"Is it about Quinn? Where is the girl? We haven't seen her since…oh god. You did it didn't you? You killed her, she seemed so sweet though!" Blaine said, feigning astonishment. Rachel just rolled her eyes and punched his bicep, and then tried not to wince at the pain that shot through her arm. He didn't deserve that accomplishment. But Blaine smirked anyway.

"No!" Rachel spat. "She's alive. We just watched 'Funny Girl', and now she's napping,"

"Well why are you here then? Seeing as though you don't need our help to conceal and hide her body," Kurt asked, swallowing another cookie in one piece. There wasn't enough eye roll on the planet.

"Maybe I just wanted to hang out with my friends!" She retaliated, crossing her arms over her chest and taking a cookie. The boys sat in silence for a moment; they knew it wasn't the case, not this time. If she just wanted to hangout she would have left after she interrupted them, it wouldn't have been worth the awkwardness of seeing them together. "Okay fine," Rachel said, sitting up straighter and eyeing Kurt somewhat darkly as he stole another cookie. "Quinn was wondering if you guys wanted to go out to dinner with us tonight. To sort of, re-introduce you guys I guess…it would make her really happy," Rachel explained.

Blaine smiled and Kurt clasped his hands together and bounced up and down on the seat.

"Oh, my, gosh! I think I have the perfect outfit! Where? When?" Kurt had to get off the chair as he flung his hands around in excitement.

"Rachel, tell Quinn we'll be there," said Blaine.

"7:30?" Rachel asked. She stood up and walked backwards towards the door. She couldn't even admit it to herself, but she was already missing Quinn. Kurt ran up to hug her.

"Yes, yes, yes! We will be there Rachel! Just text us, and you had better be beautiful looking!" He exclaimed. Rachel nodded enthusiastically and went out the door, quickly opening her own. 'Fast walking' up the stairs is what Rachel would have called it if you asked her, but she ran. The excitement of just seeing Quinn again could be considered borderline creepy, but she couldn't help it. As she reached the top she frowned, Quinn wasn't on the couch.

"Quinn?" Rachel called, there was a sound of silverware clicking and then Rachel saw a box of cereal fly across the room. It landed safely on the couch, still closed. The brunette made her way to the kitchen. Quinn was sitting on a barstool in front of a concoction that looked like Captain Crunch, Coco Puffs, and Reeses Puffs, with a mouth too full to announce where she was. "Um, hi!" The brunette greeted her with a disgusted look towards the blonde's cereal bowl. Quinn waved happily, moving her overstuffed mouth up and down.

"I was hungry, we didn't have breakfast!" Quinn said in her defense after she had worked through and swallowed. Rachel laughed and gave the blonde a few pats on the head as she went to the fridge. She pulled out an apple and poured herself day-old coffee before sitting down in the seat next to Quinn.

"The boys will meet us for dinner; you get to pick the place and time. So whenever you know…" The brunette explained behind her coffee cup. Quinn made a face.

"You drink cold, day old coffee?"

"You eat…that?" Rachel couldn't even think of a word to call whatever it was Quinn was inhaling, every five year-olds dream maybe. "Getting back to the point, where do you want to eat tonight?"

The blonde just smiled towards her bowl and shrugged.

"I don't really know many places around here…"

"Well, I might know a place," Rachel offered.

"Yeah?" Quinn looked relieved for half a second. The brunette had to laugh.

"Why do you do that?" She asked. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "It seems like you go through a million emotions every time someone says something, and you always settle on excitement!"

"I dunno," the blonde shrugged again. "I feel a lot sometimes. I don't know what to do with all my feelings I guess…" She explained.

"Okay, okay sorry. It doesn't matter now," Rachel said, internally cursing herself for asking such a stupid question. "This place though, it doesn't have a name. But me and the boys go there all the time, we call it the Streisdionna, after Streisand, Dion, and Madonna," the brunette explained. Quinn giggled and brought her hand up to her mouth.

"You're really silly Rachel," she commented. Rachel smiled and felt the soft fluttery feelings in her stomach again.

"Well anyway," she cleared her throat. "The wait can be crazy sometimes, so you and me will have to get there early and save a spot, the boys get awfully moody and impatient,"

"And you don't?" Quinn asked with a smile. "You don't strike me as a patient person Rachel!"

"Hey! I'll have you to keep me company won't I?"

Quinn nodded her head quickly. "Oh yes, I can be good company sometimes, other times people get freaked out…"

"Huh?"

"I dunno! People think I'm weird sometimes…" Quinn explained in a mouse-like voice. Well, if that didn't just break Rachel's heart a little bit.

"Well, I don't think you're weird at all Quinn,"

"Thank you Rachel,"

"Uh huh,"

Rachel paced back and forth her room in a bathrobe and wet hair. This was a nightmare. She couldn't figure out what to wear or how to fix her hair. It was already six o'clock and they had settled on meeting the boys at seven thirty. Quinn was off in her room getting ready and probably looking beautiful. And Rachel couldn't even calm down enough to think. Normally, this would have been easy for her. She would have thrown on something cute and been out the door no sweat. She always dressed to impress. But that was when she was worried about meeting someone famous like an actor or a producer. Tonight was different, she wanted to impress a certain blonde and it was doing nothing for her nerves. 'WWBSD Rachel! Think!' 'What Would Barbara Streisand Do.' Rachel had resorted herself to that. It was pathetic. She was pathetic.

A knock on the brunette's door made her jump ten feet high into the air.

"Rachel? Are you almost ready?" It was Quinn. Lovely Quinn with the lovely voice, and the lovely disposition that melted Rachel's heart every time. 'Seriously Quinn Brain? Not now.'

"I uh, um, I- uh, no," Rachel heard a giggle from the other side of the door and reluctantly smiled.

"Can I come in Rachel?" Quinn asked in a small voice. Rachel blushed, her hair was stringy and wet and she had zero make-up on. She was in no condition to see Quinn, she opened her mouth to say no-

"Yes!" Rachel blurted out instead. 'Dammit!' The door opened and Rachel froze. Quinn had on a navy blue, knee length, sundress with a grey little elephant pattern adorning it, her shoulder length blonde hair was French braided up into a loose pony tail, and dark blue Tom's graced her feet. She was stunning in a perfectly casual way. Rachel shook her head and blinked before Quinn could notice her staring.

"Silly Rachel! We gotta go soon!" Quinn said, walking into the room and shutting the door, Rachel felt dizzy and sat on the bed. 'This is ridiculous Rachel, seriously, get a hold of yourself. You're a damn Berry! What would Barbara say if she saw you acting like this? Over a girl nonetheless.' "Can I help you?" Quinn asked, already making her way to the brunette's closet. She rocked back and forth on her heels and brought a finger up to tap on her chin. She 'Hmm-ed.'

"I was thinking that purple dress right in front of you?" Rachel supplied, gaining her composure and walking up behind Quinn.

"Perfect!' Quinn gasped and bounced up and down a little on her toes, then did a few spins and shuffles of her feet. Rachel giggled. "Here," the blonde gave her the dress and turned around. "I won't look!" she promised. Rachel blushed deeply and pulled the sundress up onto her body. It was a deep periwinkle with a straight neck and short sleeves, little bows tied at the shoulders. The brunette cleared her throat to announce her decency. Quinn turned back around a smiled that huge smile you get when you find out that Santa really did come to your house and your dad's were just lying to you. The brunette's blushed deepened.

"Wow Rachel, you look really pretty…" Quinn commented. Rachel could have sworn a light pigment of pink had settled across the blondes face, but it could have just been her makeup. The brunette shook the heat from her face and sat down at her vanity. "What are you gonna do with your hair?"

"I don't know…" Rachel pondered her options. Up? Down? Natural? Curly?

"You should leave it down," Quinn suggested, grabbing Rachel's hairbrush and gently working it through her brown hair. The brunette shuddered slightly. "Just let it dry naturally, I bet it'll look great!" The blonde continued brushing while Rachel started her makeup, anything to distract herself from the girl touching her hair.

"Thank you Quinn,"

Quinn patted the brunette's head.

"Uh huh!"

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