Well, here is the first of two new stories I've been working on. I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1 – I've Had Enough

"Did you use the last of my milk?! Quinn yelled, slamming the refrigerator door, and turning around.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Chill, Barbie."

"Chill?" Quinn asked, putting her hands on her hips. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop using my stuff without asking first?"

"If I ask you'll just say no," Santana said with a shrug.

"That's because I don't want you using anything of mine," Quinn replied through gritted teeth. "I'm tired of being the one to buy everything around here, and then when I want to use it, it's gone."

"Oh, please," Santana said, throwing her hands up. "Like you're the only one that ever buys anything. I know you used my milk last week, so don't act all high and mighty."

"That's because you drank the last of mine!" Quinn yelled. "Again!"

"Can we not fight?" Brittany asked, looking between the two. "You're friends."

"We're not friends," Quinn replied. "We haven't been friends since I started living with her."

"Like you're such a wonderful roommate," Santana said. "You always have to have everything your way. You're so damn uptight, and god forbid if anyone wants to do things differently. Maybe if someone pulled that stick out of your—"

"San!" Brittany interrupted.

"You know it's true!" Santana yelled.

"Are you kidding me?" Quinn asked. "You eat and drink everything I bring home. You're a complete slob; your clothes are all over the place. You leave your wet towels around, including the couch. I'm tired of sitting on a wet spot just because you're too lazy to hang your towel up! I guarantee I could find enough of your clothes in the living room right now to do a full load of laundry. And I'm not even going to talk about how you go into my room and look through my things. You're as bad a roommate as you are a friend."


"No," Quinn said, interrupting Brittany. "I'm tired of pretending everything is okay here because it isn't."

"I know we've had some trouble, but it'll be okay," Brittany replied.

"I know it will be, because I'm leaving," Quinn stated.

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Brittany asked.

"I mean I'm moving out," Quinn replied.

"I think that's the best idea you've ever had," Santana said. "The sooner the better. In fact, I'll help you move everything of yours down to the dumpster right now. I'm sure you'll feel right at home there. And why don't I start with those hideous dresses that make me want to claw my own eyes out just so I don't have to look at them anymore."

"Quinn, you can't go," Brittany said.

"Why not?" Quinn asked.

"Because we're all friends," Brittany answered. "And where are you going to go?"

"Anywhere but here," Quinn replied.

"Finally, something we can agree on," Santana said.

Quinn knew she was probably making a hasty decision, but at the same time, she'd been thinking about this for months. Really, she'd probably been thinking about it since the week she began living with her two friends. She and Santana barely got along when they didn't have to see each other all the time, so she should have known living with her would be a complete disaster. The fact that she'd made it two and half years without killing Santana was a miracle.

"Santana, please," Brittany begged.

"I'm sorry, Britt, but Blondie needs to go," Santana replied.

"If we could all just talk—"

"There's nothing to talk about," Quinn said, shaking her head.

Quinn turned on her heel and marched toward her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. A few moments later, though, she heard it open again. She didn't need to turn around to know that it was Brittany; if it had been Santana, she would have begun yelling at her the moment she'd opened the door.

"Are you really going to leave?" Brittany quietly asked.

Quinn sighed. "Yes. As soon as I find a new apartment, I'm moving out."

"Please don't go," Brittany said.

"I have to," Quinn replied. "Santana and I are going to kill each other if we have to live together any longer." Quinn turned around and sat on her bed. "I know you don't want me to go, but it's for the best. You know that."

"I like living with my best friends," Brittany said with a slight pout. "What if I can get San to stop doing all the things that bug you?"

"Then she wouldn't be Santana," Quinn replied. "And you know she'll never stop. One of us has to move, and she's obviously not going to leave if you're here."

Brittany's shoulders slumped as she sat down next to Quinn. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"I know," Quinn replied.

As much as she didn't like disappointing Brittany, she knew she really didn't have any other option. One of them had to go, and it was obviously going to have to be her. And as Santana had said, the sooner the better.

Quinn pulled her scarf a little more securely around her neck as the wind began to pick up. She wanted nothing more than to be in her warm apartment, but she couldn't stay there with Santana. The other girl was being even more obnoxious than usual and if Quinn had stayed, there was a good chance they would get in another fight. And this time it wouldn't just be them yelling at each other. So, she'd bundled up and went out, where the snow was falling and the wind was bitterly cold.

As she walked from the subway station to the library, she couldn't help but feel more and more resentment toward Santana. She hated that she couldn't even study in her own apartment. The other girl was always banging things or would have the television turned up where no sane person would have it or she would just talking loudly. Whatever the case, it was almost impossible for Quinn to study whenever Santana was around and she'd had enough of it. She was tired of Santana doing whatever she wanted with no regard for anyone else.

She knew before she ever moved in with them that it was probably going to be a bad idea, but she couldn't have predicted just how bad it would be. She and Santana had butted heads all through high school, but that was nothing compared to living with her. When she got into Columbia, she figured she would live in a dorm, but then her two friends decided to move to New York as well, and sharing an apartment became the cheaper option. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but now she knew living in a dorm would have been the smarter option.

"Thanks," she said, giving a smile to the guy who was holding the library door open for her.

"It's cold out there, isn't it?" he said.

"Very," Quinn replied, resisting rolling her eyes at him for stating the obvious.

The library was warm and Quinn finally felt like she could breathe again. Despite it being her third winter there, she still wasn't quite used to the snow and the wind, and she didn't know if she ever would be. She had always thought Ohio was cold, but it was nothing compared to the winters in New York.

"Getting an early start, too?" Quinn heard from above.

Quinn looked up and found Jack, a guy she'd had several classes with, on the landing, looking over the stair railing. "Yeah."

"Great minds," Jack said, holding up a small stack of books. "I'll see you."

Quinn smiled and gave him a wave before walking through the lobby and making her way toward the reading room. She would usually pick somewhere a little more secluded, but considering it was New Year's Day, the library was fairly empty. Most of the students were probably still visiting their parents, but Quinn had opted to stay in the city. Partly because she wanted to get a jump on the semester and partly because her mother drove her nuts any time they spent a significant amount of time together.

As she was walking to her usual table, she noticed the bulletin board to her right and made a detour to see if there were any notices for someone looking for a roommate. There were lots of notices on the board—some for concerts, a few selling various things—but quite a few were people seeking roommates. One immediately caught her eye, though. It was printed on pink paper and every line was bulleted by a shiny gold star.

"Future Broadway star seeking roommate?" Quinn whispered, rolling her eyes at the person's ego.

As she read on, her eyebrow went up. Whoever posted it was obviously playing a joke. The ad was for someone looking for a roommate, but they weren't charging rent. Who in New York City would do that?

Quinn shook her head and began looking at the other notices, tearing off the numbers of the ones that were not completely out of her price range. Her father already complained about how much rent was; she knew it would be difficult to get him to agree to pay even more. Still, it may be worth a try if it meant not living with Santana any longer.

After looking at each notice on the board, she started to turn around, but took one last look at the pink ad. Surely it was a joke, but Quinn pulled out her phone and dialed the number, nevertheless.

"This is Rachel Berry; please leave your name, phone number, and a brief summary of what you're calling about, and I will get back to you as soon as possible."

Quinn hesitated for a moment before saying, "Hi. My name is Quinn and I was in the library where I saw your ad looking for a roommate. I don't know if you've found one already, but if you haven't, please call me at 419-555-2175. Thanks."

Quinn ended the call and shook her head at herself. She couldn't believe she actually called and gave the person her number.

There was a light knock on the door and Quinn looked over to find Brittany peering through the gap.

"Can I come in?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah," Quinn said.

"What are you doing?" Brittany asked, frowning as she looked around.

"Packing," Quinn answered.

"You're already moving?" Brittany asked. "Did you find an apartment?"

"Not yet," Quinn replied, shaking her head. "I've called several places; I'm going to look at one today and I'm waiting to get a call back on some of the others. Right now I'm packing the things I don't necessarily need at the moment. I thought it would be best to get a head start on it."

"I wish you and Santana would make up," Brittany said, picking up a picture of the three of them.

"I don't think that's going to happen," Quinn replied.

She would be willing to stay if Santana would change, but she knew that would never happen. Santana may promise Brittany just to make her happy, but Quinn knew better. The second Brittany was out of the apartment, she would be right back to the old Santana—intrusive, inconsiderate, and loud.

"Couldn't you try?" Brittany asked.

"I have tried," Quinn replied. "I've tried for the last two and a half years. You know I have, and nothing has gotten any better. Santana and I just cannot live together."

Brittany was quiet as Quinn walked over and began boxing up some of the books from her bookcase. Thankfully, she didn't have an excessive amount of stuff. Almost all of it was in her room, which wasn't much bigger than her closet at her parent's house. Since Brittany and Santana were sharing a room, they got the bigger bedroom, and Quinn had been stuck with one that didn't have much room for more than a twin bed, a bookcase, and a corner desk.

"Will you visit at least?" Brittany asked after a few minutes.

"You'll see me," Quinn said, avoiding the question.

"I know, but when?" Brittany asked.

Quinn looked over her shoulder for a moment and then set the book she was holding down. She walked over and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Brittany hesitated for a moment, but then she slid onto the bed, lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand.

"What if we agree to meet once a week," Quinn said. "For coffee or lunch or whatever we want to do."

"I'm only going to see you once a week?" Brittany asked with a frown.

"I'm not saying we can't see each other more than that, but sometimes we're both busy, and if we agree to always meet once a week, we can be certain we'll see each other," Quinn clarified.

Brittany nodded and then asked, "Can San come, too?"

"How about it stays just the two of us for a while?" Quinn replied.

"But I can call you anytime, right?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah," Quinn replied.

"Good," Brittany said. "Because other than Santana, you're my best friend, and I'm going to miss being able to talk to you whenever I want."

"I know," Quinn replied. "I'm going to miss you, too."

Some people didn't understand why she was friends with Brittany—mostly people from her classes at Columbia—but Brittany was the first person at McKinley High to befriend her when she moved there her freshman year. Brittany was the first person that had willingly talked to her, and it was something Quinn had never forgotten. Most people didn't really get Brittany and thought she was slow, but Quinn knew better than to underestimate her. She was definitely quirky when it came to a lot of things, but she wasn't stupid. She just had a different way of thinking. She was really good at reading people, though, and Quinn had never met anyone who could dance better than Brittany.

"Where's Santana?" Quinn wondered, realizing she hadn't heard her in a while.

"She went to the store," Brittany answered. "We were out of coffee and Captain Crunch."

Quinn hummed. "What are the chances she'll replace my milk?"

"Probably not very good," Brittany said, looking away.

Quinn sighed. "That's what I thought."

"I'll text her and tell her to get some," Brittany said, pulling her phone out of her back pocket. "I'll just tell her it's for me."

"You don't drink skim milk," Quinn stated.

"No, but I can tell her I want to try it," Brittany replied.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh. "You know she'll never believe you."

"No, but that doesn't mean she won't get it if I ask her to," Brittany said with a shrug as she began to text her girlfriend.

Quinn shook her head slightly and smiled as she walked back over to the bookcase. She pulled a few books from the shelf and neatly stacked them into the box.

"So, when are seeing that apartment today?" Brittany asked.

"Two-thirty," Quinn replied.

"Oh," Brittany said. "I was going to ask if I could come, but I have a class then."

"Well, if I like it, I'm sure you'll see it soon enough," Quinn replied.

Quinn cringed slightly as she walked through the hallway. Half of the lights were out and there was the distinct smell of urine and possibly like something died in the walls. She thought about immediately turning around, but she would do just about anything to get out of living with Santana. She just hoped the actual apartment was nicer than the rest of the building.

She walked to the end of the hall, stopping outside door 6C and knocked on it. The door swung open a few moments later, revealing a woman a few inches shorter than her with blonde hair.

"You must be Quinn," the woman said. "I'm Anna."

"Yes, hi," Quinn replied.

"Come in," Anna said, stepping to the side.

Quinn walked in and could instantly tell the inside of the apartment was no nicer than the hallway. And if Quinn thought her apartment with Brittany and Santana was small, it was nothing compared to this one. She already felt claustrophobic, and when the door shut behind her, she had to take a deep breath to calm herself.

"Let me show you around," Anna said, walking past Quinn. "I told you the basics over the phone. You know, rent and all that. And like I said, Jane is moving out in two days, so her room would be available after that."

Quinn nodded and followed Anna. As she looked around, she could definitely see why Jane was moving out. The place wasn't worth the price of rent. Even if Anna offered it to her for a few hundred less a month, Quinn still couldn't imagine living there.

"This is the kitchen," Anna said, flicking the light on. "The appliances are a little old, but they all work. There's no dishwasher so you'll have to do all your dishes by hand."

Anna turned off the light and walked past Quinn, who turned and followed her toward the living room. It was just big enough for the futon and small coffee table, with a small path around it.

"The living room," Anna unnecessarily said before walking toward the door on the other side of the room. "And this room would be yours."

"It's—" Quinn shook her head; if it was possible, the bedroom was even smaller than her current one.

"It's a little small," Anna said, finishing her thought. "But there's more room than there looks. The closet it pretty big, but it's full of Jane's things right now, so you can't really tell."

"I—" Quinn's ringtone began playing and she reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Anna replied. "Why don't you take a look around? I'll be in the living room." Anna turned but then stopped. "Just don't move anything. Jane's really crazy when it comes to touching her things.

Quinn nodded and then answered her phone with a, "Hello."

"Hi, is this Quinn?" a woman asked.

"Yes, this is Quinn," she replied.

"Hi! I'm Rachel Berry," the woman said. "I was hoping I got the number right. The voicemail cut out a little and I wasn't sure if the last number was a five or a nine." Rachel laughed. "Anyway, I obviously received your message and I was wondering if you're still interested in the apartment?"

"Um, yeah," Quinn replied.

"Wonderful!" Rachel said. "I will be home the rest of the evening, so if you would like to come over, we can certainly arrange that. Or if another day would work better for you, I'm relatively free this week. Next week will be a little more difficult, though, since classes will be resuming on Monday."

"Today would be fine," Quinn replied.

"Wonderful!" Rachel said, causing Quinn to raise her eyebrow at the other woman's exuberance. "How is four o'clock? I can show you the apartment and then there will be a short interview."

"An interview?" Quinn asked.

"Well, I'm not just going to let anyone live here," Rachel replied. "While you sound perfect lovely over the phone, who knows what type of person you really are. I certainly don't want to invite someone into my home who is going to murder me in my sleep, and I believe an interview is the best way to get to know someone."

"Four is fine," Quinn said.

"Perfect!" Rachel replied, and as Quinn listened to directions to the apartment, she couldn't help wondering again if it was some kind of joke. She was probably going to show up at the apartment of someone who was definitely not Rachel, and then have to explain what she was doing there.

"I'll see you in a few hours!" Rachel said.

"Yeah, I'll see you then," Quinn replied before hanging up.

Quinn slipped her phone back in her purse and slowly turned, looking around the room. She had already seen enough, though; from the moment she walked into the apartment, it was obvious this wasn't the place for her. She just hoped her next appointment wasn't a complete waste of time as well.

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