Author: BrownEyedDreamWeaver PM
College is when you discover who you truly are and the kind of person you want to be. Put an uptight Christian with a roommate who is a little different and see what happens. Eventual Faberry w/ hints of Brittana, Quick, and Artina.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Friendship - Quinn F. & Rachel B. - Chapters: 43 - Words: 168,514 - Reviews: 344 - Favs: 482 - Follows: 355 - Updated: 07-27-11 - Published: 02-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6727057
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Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I in anyway affiliated with Glee. Fox and Ryan Murphy get the props for that. I am merely a poor person with nothing to give other than my words about their characters. Please don't sue. Thanks!
Nervous could've been the understatement of the year. Petrified? Anxious? Scared out of her mind? Yes, yes, and actually all of the above.
What if she hated it? What if she didn't make friends? What if her roommate sucked? What if her roommate thought she sucked? What if her classes were hard? What if she failed? Who failed out of college? Her dad definitely wouldn't like that. What if she got lost on campus? What if her room was weird? What if it smelled? What if the other people on her floor just wanted to party all the time and she had tests to study for? What if she had a test on the first day?
"You ready for this?" Quinn's dad asked, interrupting her internal monologue.
Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.
"You sure? You look kind of freaked out. No worries though, Q. You'll probably just be a total outsider, make no friends, lose your scholarship, and flunk out of a state school," Frannie teased.
Why Quinn's older sister felt the need to torture her before her first day of college, the younger girl would never really know. Quinn and her sister had never been particularly close. She was always Daddy's little princess and Mommy's angel. Her older sister, Frannie, however, was the golden child who made perfect grades in high school and was quickly accepted into every school of her choosing, including Harvard where she currently attended college. Quinn wasn't quite as fortunate. Her father had been a Harvard man. Her mother had gone to Harvard as well. Quinn, despite her best efforts, didn't get accepted into Harvard. She had excellent grades. She had the extra curriculars. She had been captain of the Cheerios after all. She studied and studied for the SAT's, yet despite all of that, she didn't score up to Harvard's standards. Landing her not only in the land of disappointment in the eyes of her parents, but also in a state university instead of an Ivy League school. Ohio State University. Sue Sylvester, her former cheerleading coach, had pulled a lot of strings to get the girl several scholarships and make sure her education was completely paid for. It wasn't enough. Russell and Judy were still disappointed that their little girl wasn't going to Harvard. Full ride to OSU couldn't compare to the endless student loans of her older sister continuing the Fabray legacy at Harvard.
"Frannie, are you ready for your last year at Harvard?" Quinn's mother asked, sending a slight glare at the older girl who was doing nothing to ease her sister's nerves.
"Of course, Mother. I'm just happy we don't start until next week so I could be here for Quinnie's big college debut," Frannie grinned.
Quinn's parents both smiled at their perfect daughter while Quinn fought the urge to simultaneously roll her eyes and vomit on her sister.
"I'm sure Quinnie will do wonderfully at…Ohio State," Judy replied, barely choking out the name of the school.
Quinn sighed and slouched deeper into the backseat, wishing the world would just open up and swallow her whole.
"Sweetheart, don't slouch," Russell grumbled from the driver's seat, glancing at his daughter in the rear view mirror.
"Yes, Daddy," Quinn dutifully replied and sat up straight again, staring out the window at all of the dorms and other students that passed by.
Maybe she could start over at OSU. No one would know her. Nobody would care who the Fabrays were. She wasn't planning on being a cheerleader anymore. Maybe she could be just Quinn, whoever the hell 'Just Quinn' turned out to be. She could slouch all she wanted. She could, God forbid, misbehave. Get drunk, even. No one at Ohio State would have any idea what kind of legacy she was expected to live up to because there wasn't a Fabray legacy to live up to at Ohio State. Maybe she could be exactly like all of those kids she could see out her window. Carefree and ready to have fun in college, occasionally learning something in a few classes along the way. She wouldn't have to be Quinn Fabray, Captain of the Cheerios, President of Celibacy Club, Daddy's Little Princess, and Mommy's Darling Angel. This could be her fresh start. This year would be all about discovering the real Quinn Fabray!
AN: I guess this was more of a prologue than chapter one, but whatever. Hope you enjoy! Reviews are appreciated. Thank you, come again! (yes that was a Harold and Kumar reference...forget White Castle, lets' get some strippers. Man I love NPH) Also the title comes from an O.A.R. song...it really has nothing to do with this story but I suck at coming up with titles unless I've finished the story and this one has just been floating around in my brain. So I put my iTunes on shuffle to find a title...meh, it'll do.