Hey guys, I'm back! Unfortunately for my Naomily fans, I've lost my inspiration for Peas and Carrots, but that doesn't mean I won't get back to it eventually! This is Faberry, and who doesn't love them, so enjoy!

Getting the hell out of Lima has been my one and only goal since my thirteenth birthday. My parents forgot my birthday, both too busy getting drunk to remember. Who wants to remember anyways? That's all everyone tries to do, every day: forget. Forget about the past and pray that the future is better. It never is.

So, I'm Quinn Fabray, Christian cheerleader extroidinaire. Supposedly also sort of a slut, and a myriad of other adjectives that people who think that they know me like to use. I don't think there is one single person who actually knows me, and that doesn't necessarily bother me. I'm still young, and have only met the small percentage of people that live in Podunk, Ohio. Most of them suck.

"Quinnie! You're dinner's getting cold, sweetie!" I look from the wall I was staring at to the clock on my night stand. Two o'clock in the afternoon. I ignore my obviously drunk mother and walk down the stairs and out the front door, grabbing my car keys on the way. Two more days and I'm out of here.

I drive over to Mercedes' house, not wanting to deal with anyone else at the moment. I park my car in the driveway and walk up to the front door. Before I can knock, a large black man opens the door and greets me jovially.

"Quinn, haven't seen you in a while!"

"Sorry sir, I've been...busy."

"You teenagers, always so busy with the texting and the Facebook and whatnot." I smile at his mini-rant, but he isn't finished yet. "Technology has ruined the potential of our youth! Quinn, I'll tell ya, in my day-"

"Daddy, I'm sure Quinn didn't come here to listen to your childhood stories." Mercedes smiles warmly at me and I smile back. Our friendship has become rock solid ever since she let me stay with her during what has been dubbed babygate. Mr. Jones just walks past me out of the house mumbling something about kids these days.

"Come on in, girl." I look up to find Mercedes looking at me expectantly. I nod and smile before walking into what has become my second home. We walk into Mercedes' bedroom and sit down on her bed. She knows I came to talk. "So, what's goin' on? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just my parents getting to me again. I can't wait to get out of here for good." Mercedes looks sad at the mention of my moving, and I realize why. "'Cedes, you know I'm gonna miss you, right?" She nods.

"I'm just...disappointed. I wish my parents had the money to send me to New York."

"Well, I would take your parents over mine any day."

"Quinn, I didn't mean-"

"No, I know. I just...wish my parents cared that I was moving, instead of just funding it like some kind of charity."

"I know. I'm sorry, Quinn."

"Nothing for you to be sorry for, 'Cedes." I say with a smile so she knows that I'm over it. "I'm just glad to be leaving. Except that I'll miss my best friend."

"I'll miss you too Quinn. But I'll visit and you'll visit and we'll still be tight." We smile at eachother and she holds up her fist. I pound it awkwardly and we laugh together. "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you like crazy, Whitebread."

"And I'll miss you too Chocolate Milk."

I put the last of my boxes into my car and shut the trunk. Eighteen years of my life fits into the trunk of a car. Hm.

I walk into my house to say goodbye to my parents. I look around and spot my mother in the kitchen sitting at the island in our kitchen.

"Mom, I'm going now."

"Okay, Quinnie, be back in time for dinner." I sigh heavily. Of course she forgot. What else is new.

"No, mom. I'm leaving for college. In New York City." She looks at me briefly before looking back at the bottle of alcohol in front of her. She gave up on glasses a long time ago.

"Oh. Have fun." She whispers. I stare at her in disbelief.

"That's it? Have fun? I thought you cared more than that, mother, but I guess I thought wrong." I say coldly before storming out. I get in my car and make the tears stay in my eyes. She doesn't deserve my tears. She's my mom and I'll always love her, but she wasn't there when I needed her. That's something that I will never be able to forget. I'm successful at keeping the tears at bay and I focus on driving.

The drive is about nine hours, so I only stop three times for food and bathroom breaks. I'm determined to make the whole trip without stopping. When I arrive in NYC, it's about three in the afternoon. I'm attending NYU on a partial academic scholarship, my parents are covering the rest. My mom did end up letting my dad move back in after I did. His money is the only benefit.

I find my way to the dorms, and find somebody who can show me to my dorm. Even with my scholarship and my father's money, I couldn't get a single. Apparently they're nearly impossible to get into. When I get to my dorm, the helpful guy hands me my key and I thank him. He leaves and I look around the room. My roomate hasn't arrived yet, so I pick the left side of the room. I throw the bag I brought with me on my bed to claim it as mine and head back down to my car to get more stuff.

When I return there is a bag on the other bed that is strikingly familiar, but I can't place it. As I'm pondering why it looks so familiar, I hear a gasp, also very familiar, from behind me. I spin around and my jaw drops.

"Berry?" I whisper in disbelief. We stare at eachother for a minute before she finds her voice.

"Hello, Quinn. I can honestly say that you are the absolute last person I expected to find upon arrival, however this highly fortuitous event seems to be the kind of thing that would happen to us considering the sour note our relationship left off on." My jaw is still open as I try to process what she just said. What ends up coming out is no more than a whispered "uh huh." She sighs before turning around.

"Wait." I whisper, and she stops and turns back around. "Where are you going?"

"To get more of my things. That is, of course, assuming that you are not going to demand an immediate roomate change, in which case I will not bother bringing my things to this room if I am simply going to have to move them again." She looks at me expectantly. I finally snap out of my shock, and respond harshly.

"Damn right, I want a new roomate. What are the chances? Really?" Her face falls and I feel bad. I didn't want to be that coldhearted HBIC anymore. Rachel being here is going to complicate that, but who better to start making amends with than your former enemy? Right? She turns to leave, and I stop her again. "No, wait. I don't mean that. You can bring your stuff up. I don't want a new roomate." I force the last part out because I really could do without Rachel Berry as my roomate, even if I am trying out this whole "being nice" thing. Her face lights up, and she runs away, probably so I don't change my mind again.

I turn around and sigh. This really is going to be a hell of an experience.

Rachel comes back in with about five boxes stacked on top of each other.

"Damn Berry, did you leave anything at home?" I take three of the five boxes and set them on the floor. She sets the other two on her bed and gives me a small glare.

"I need all this stuff." I stare at her, expecting there to be more. When she stays silent and starts looking confused, I finally speak.

"I cannot believe that you just said something in less than fifty words. I applaud you." I say with a smirk. She looks upset before smiling slightly.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Quinn." My expression softens and I smile at her. Maybe this "nice" thing won't be so bad after all.

"Well, I bet I'm gonna find out." I smile at her once more before going to my car to get the rest of my stuff. I'm able to get it all in one trip, and I toss it on the floor before throwing myself on my bed. I smile lazily because I am finally out of that sorry excuse for a city. I hope to never return. Rachel comes back in with two more boxes and shuts the door behind her.

"That's everything. Are you going to unpack?" She says, looking at me disapprovingly.

"Don't push your luck, Berry. Step off." She goes about unpacking her things with just an eyeroll in response. I think she knows that I'm not going to be nearly as awful as I used to be. I mean, I had already started to tolerate her during senior year, and one might even go as far as to call us aquantainces by the end. I have always known that me and Rachel could've been great friends. We have a lot in common when we acknowledge it. If I had taken my head out of my ass and gotten to know her, I know it would've been awesome. It still can be, if we both let it.

"Really, Quinn. You should unpack." I sigh dramatically before rolling out of my bed and onto the floor.

"Yes, mother." She giggles at me before going back to what she was doing. I take Rachel's advice and start unpacking my stuff. "So, Berry."

"Rachel." I look at her confusedly. "Could you please call me Rachel?" She asks shyly. I nod slightly.

"So, Rachel." It's weird, but a good kind of weird. "What happened to Juliard?" She freezes and I think I might have struck a cord.

"I didn't get in." She whispers. My eyebrows go up in shock.

"What? How could you not get in? You, of all-"

"Quinn. Could we not talk about that right now please?" She looks at me sadly, hurt in her eyes. I nod.

"I'm sorry." She nods.

"It's okay." She mumbles distractedly. I go about my work, Rachel seemingly lost in thought.

After about an hour of continued silence and unpacking, I plop down on the floor and sigh. Rachel stops what she's doing to look over at me, eyebrow raised and smirk in place.

"What?" I question, feeling slightly uncomfortable under her gaze.

"What on Earth are you doing?" She asks, clearly amused.

"Um, sitting. Should I not be?"

"Why are you sitting on the floor?"

"Why not?" I smile and she smiles back.

"It's just not the most orthodox place to sit is all."

"Well, I like sitting on the floor, so get used to it. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Wanna go eat?" She looks at me for a moment before blinking once and responding.

"Sure Quinn. Let's eat."

I get to my feet and walk out of the room, leaving the door open so she knows to follow me. She catches up and we walk in silence. We reach the cafeteria and we grab our food before sitting at a table across from each other. We eat in silence and I look up to find Rachel staring at me curiously.

"What, is there something on my face?" She seems to snap out of her reverie at my question and shakes her head no.

"Sorry, you're just being so...nice, for lack of a better word. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop here." I smile sadly.

"It's not going to Rach, I promise. I might snap every once in a while, but old habits die hard, right?" She smiles and nods. I smile back and we finish eating in silence.

Sorry if there are any mistakes, it's un-beta'd. Please review with any suggestions or comments. And, as for the shameless plug, read my other stories! They're Naomily! Thanks guys! xx