AN: Life is crazy and updates are slow... my apologies! I want to continue writing though.

I hope you enjoy!

Quinn was into her third week of classes and things were going less than satisfactory. She thought everything was fine, until she received her first graded assignment back; Ms. Paplam's writing assignment number one. She looked down at the big red letter F on the top of her paper with the words 'See me' written beside it.

The minutes counted down until class ended and she was finally able to have a few words with her English professor. Quinn quickly packed her bag and walked to the front of the lecture hall. "Ms. Paplam?"

The older teacher looked up and smiled at the student. "Ah, Quinn. I've been expecting you." She joked.

Quinn let out a small, fake laugh in order to comply with the teacher's attempt at humour using a line that had been run into the ground years ago. "Then you know why I'm here." She set the failed paper down on the desk between them. "How did I fail this assignment? I thought the purpose of it was just to get an idea of our writing level."

"That's true," the teacher nodded as she eyed the paper, "but it's still a graded assignment, and in order to pass you have to answer the question the paper is supposed to address."

"I did that," the blonde argued.

"Your paper was filled with a lot of facts, but none of them answered the question." The teacher looked at Quinn's angry but confused face and sighed, "I'll give you tonight to rewrite it and hand it in."

Quinn watched the woman leave the lecture hall before grabbing her paper and rushing to the library; she needed to start on this paper now if she was going to finish it in time.

The library was quiet considering how busy it was. Quinn went up floor by floor looking for an empty desk to work at until she made it to the 5th floor. Half of the room was lined with bookshelves and the other half had sitting areas decorated with comfortable looking chairs. The room was outlined with one person desks for independent work.

Quinn walked around the outside of the room until she found an empty desk behind the bookshelves. She sat down, pulled out her laptop, opened a new document, and stared at the blank page. After what felt like hours she finally pried her eyes away from the still blank screen in front of her and started taking in her surroundings.

Down a row of bookshelves there was a tall brunette scanning the books. She had eyes that looked golden in the sunlight and long wavy hair that flowed perfectly down her back. Quinn followed the shape of her body with her eyes until she reached the woman's long legs.

"Hello."

Quinn jumped at the voice and turned quickly to see none other than Rachel Berry smiling at her. "Rachel!" The blonde almost yelled before realizing she was in a library. "What are you doing here?"

Rachel moved slightly and pointed to the sitting area where a group of people were gathered. "The Respect Campaign group is meeting," she explained with a smile. "It's an LGBTQ friendly group that works towards promoting an accepting community here, and I'm the president."

"Of course," Quinn said under her breath.

"So what are you working on?" The brunette asked. Apparently she hadn't heard Quinn's remark because she was, of course, still smiling.

Quinn glanced down at the empty white space on her laptop screen. "Just some stupid assignment," she told Rachel as she shut her laptop.

Rachel nodded and looked down the row of bookshelves that the blonde had been staring down just minutes ago. "You know, the Respect Campaign is open to anyone. You should join us sometime." She offered with the bright smile that never seemed to leave her face.

Quinn's eyebrows knitted and she quickly looked up at the brunette. "I'm not gay!" She defended rather loudly.

Suddenly Rachel's practically impenetrable smile faltered. "Right, ok." She studied Quinn who was now fiddling with the chord to her laptop. "What assignment is it?"

The blonde took a deep breath and answered, "it's for Ms. Paplam's writing class. The first assignment of the year and I have to redo it because I failed." She sat back and laughed at herself. "I'm off to a good start for the year."

Rachel frowned slightly. "What do you have to write about?"

"It's really just to get a feel for our level and style of writing, but I failed because apparently I didn't answer the question."

"Which was?"

"'Who are you?'" Quinn answered with an eye roll.

"That's what the paper is about?" Rachel asked and Quinn nodded. "Hm..."

"What?"

Rachel held out her hand. "Come with me."

Quinn looked down at her hand and raised an eyebrow towards the brunette. "Where?"

"It's a surprise." Rachel smiled.

The blonde shook her head. "I really have to get this paper done for tomorrow."

"How can you write a paper when you haven't researched the topic?" Rachel asked and Quinn gave her a curious look. "Just come with me for an hour at the most. After that, you can get back to writing your paper."

Quinn thought for a second. She had lived her life by the book; follow the rules, get your work done right away, be proper and nice all the time... Maybe it was time to take a chance even if it was in some small brunette girl she barely knew.

She quickly packed up her bag as Rachel practically squealed with excitement. "One hour maximum."

It took about fifteen minutes of walking through campus before Rachel pointed to a building beside them. The brick wall was lined with cement squares.

"Stand there." Rachel pointed to the square on the ground in front of them.

Quinn hesitantly stepped into the square and turned to face the brunette.

"Oh, give me your bag and your phone, you won't need them for this."

The blonde put her phone in her bag and handed it to Rachel. "What are we doing, Rach?"

Rachel smiled and pulled out her own cellphone. "You have 5 seconds to tell me something about yourself. Ready?" Before Quinn could answer, Rachel tapped something on her phone. "Go!"

"What, why do I have to tell you something about myself?" Rachel backed up slightly, apparently just in time, because suddenly Quinn found herself being soaked from her right side.

It only took seconds for the sprinkler to stop. "What the hell, Rachel?!" She looked down at her drenched clothes in awe; she shouldn't have trusted this girl. Within seconds she heard the sound of another sprinkler. She turned around quickly to see the block behind her getting covered in water. More time passed and the next block got soaked, then the next, and the next.

"I warned you." Rachel told her.

Quinn turned around and gave the brunette a curious look as she stepped out of the wet square. She knew she should be angry, but all she could feel was confusion. "What just happened?"

"This is a sort of... Initiation that we do for new members of the Respect Campaign." Rachel noticed the apprehension on Quinn's face. "Don't worry, I know you're not a member. I just figured you could use this."

Rachel offered a sincere look that made Quinn realize she actually did trust this girl. "Ok, explain this to me again." The blonde stepped backwards into the square and smiled at the brunette.

The peppy brunette almost jumped with excitement at Quinn's agreement to continue. "So, these sprinklers are set up on a timer that I control with my phone. You have 5 seconds at each sprinkler to tell me something about yourself. The idea is to get through all 5 without getting wet. Ready?"

Quinn bit her lip in contemplation. She wasn't sure if she was ready, but she was wet now anyway. "I hope so." She nodded and watched as Rachel tapped her phone.

"Go!"

Quinn thought for a second. "I have blonde hair." She smiled at stepped backwards to the next square. "But it's not naturally this blonde." She stepped back again and watched as the first square got soaked.

"Booooring!" Rachel joked. "Give me more."

"I've only ever had one boyfriend in my life." Quinn jumped backwards to the next square and smiled.

"Is he the one?" Rachel asked.

Suddenly Quinn's smiled faded; was Wyatt the one she was ready to spend the rest of her life with? Her one and only true love? The splash of water lightly hitting her ankles startled her out of her thoughts; the sprinkler in front of her had gone off and she only had 5 seconds to answer.

"I…" she stuttered, "I don't think so." She jumped backwards just in time to avoid being drenched.

Rachel smiled sweetly. "One more, 5 seconds."

Quinn's mind started to race. She needed one more thing about herself and now all she could think about was Wyatt.

"2!" Rachel warned.

"I'm afraid of-" her sentence was cut off by the spray of cold water against her side.

Rachel tried to hold in a laugh, at the fear of being yelled at again. When Quinn didn't move or even open her eyes, Rachel carefully took a step closer. "Quinn?"

"The dark," Quinn opened her eyes and started smiling the widest Rachel had seen yet, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Rachel walked Quinn back to her dorm room after stopping to get a blanket from her own room to keep the blonde warm during the walk.

They stopped outside her room and Rachel chuckled when she saw the names on the whiteboard. "You're roommates with Santana Lopez?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and nodded. "Sadly..."

Rachel smiled. "She's a bit rude sometimes but she means well." She looked down at her hands. "She would do anything for someone she cares about."

Quinn scoffed, "so her girlfriend? Yeah, I met her too."

The brunette shook her head. "Just remember that everyone has a story. Don't write her off yet."

The blonde smiled at the girl in front of her. "Thank you for... Whatever it is we did."

"I had fun getting you wet." Rachel replied but then went wide eyed when she realized what she had said.

"Wanky!" They heard from inside Quinn's room.

"Santana, shut up!" Quinn hissed. "I should work on my assignment now," she told Rachel while managing to smile again despite the awkward situation.

"Right," Rachel agreed, "good luck."

Quinn unravelled herself from Rachel's blanket and offered it to her but Rachel shook her head. "Keep it for now."

The brunette started walking down the hall after a quick goodnight and a wave goodbye. Before Rachel had even turned the corner, Quinn heard the door open behind her and she was quickly pulled into her room, forcing her to be face to face with her smirking roommate.

"I have an assignment I have to do, Santana."

"Oh hell no," Santana sat down on Quinn's bed and went back to smirking, "not before you tell me why you came home, soaking wet, and with Man-Hands."

Quinn folded the blanket over the back of her computer chair. "How about you tell me why she seems so fond of you first."

Santana seemed taken aback. "We've just known each other for a while, there's nothing to tell."

"Right," Quinn responded as she started taking off her wet clothing.

Santana got up and handed Quinn some dry clothes she found on the blonde's dresser so she could change quickly. "Tell me what happened tonight."

Quinn looked at the clothes that her roommate was now offering her, this was very weird behaviour for the, usually, selfish brunette. "There's nothing to tell," she answered with less confidence than she had hoped for.

Santana scoffed and laid down on her own bed. "Enjoy your mysterious nights out with the midget for now because I will find out. I always do," she told her as she put her earphones in and started to drown out her surroundings.

When Quinn had finished changing she sat down in bed, opened her laptop, and found that same blank white page that was supposed to contain the words of her assignment. She sighed and started to close her laptop, but as she lowered the screen the blanket that Rachel had lent her came into her view. She went through the night's events in her head over and over, and every time her smile grew bigger and bigger.

She opened her laptop again and started writing.

'I could tell you who I am, but I don't know the answer. All I know is that it's time I start figuring it out.'