This is just an idea that I had, a very long one shot, in case you where wondering Rachel and Kurt are juniors in college.

The Sound That Silence Makes.

The sun was bright and not a single trace of clouds were in the sky. Rachel and Kurt sat peacefully outside of a small coffee shop, enjoying the fresh air and the not so fresh coffee. Rachel was sitting peacefully, her hands folded in front of her and her hair softly blowing in the breeze, a slight look of sorrowfulness on her face. Kurt was not very happy; he was leaning back in his chair staring at Rachel with less then a look of friendship.

"I don't understand why you can't just stay with me." Kurt took a sip from his coffee, giving Rachel a death stare. She laughed uncomfortably, gearing up for a word battle.

"This may be my only opportunity to get my own place for a while, and while I know that you and I had plans for our joint living arrangement-"

"Plans that seem to be changing." Kurt muttered under his breath, covering up Rachel's unpleasant look by another sip of coffee.

"Plans I intend to keep! Look It's just for a while, okay? And, Santana really needs a buddy right now. She's been really bored ever since Brittany went on that stupid dolphin expedition."

"Do you know how many times I'll hear Santana crying or doing other stuff at night Rachel?" The brunette laughed a little, her face lighting up at Kurt's horrid expressions as he dreadfully thought of his future nights.

"It will only be for a few months, then maybe you can move in with me."

"Don't shove me in with Santana!"

"Its Santana or your dorm, and don't get me started on your crazy roommate." Kurt took a breath in defeat, nodding slightly. Rachel's smile grew wider before she bowed her head in slight relief. There was a short silence before Kurt broke it with a not so silent mutter.

"I still don't forgive you."

"Will you if I give you the rest of my donut?" Kurt looked down at Rachel's plate, her half eaten chocolate donut calling his name, he looked back at her, then back at the donut.

"No, but you'll be on your way there." Rachel nodded to him thankfully as he happily plopped the donut into his mouth. Stretching a little Kurt hopped up from his seat; waiting for Rachel to do the same before they began walking down the street.

"So who's your roommate going to be?"

"Her name was, Quincy, I think. I don't know much about her actually." Rachel looked up at the sky, trying to imagine the type of person her new roommate might be.

"I bet she has green hair, and a mustache." Kurt joked, swinging his arms playfully as they continued their walk.

"Or sleeps with a bunch of old photo's of past boyfriends!"

"Or worse." Kurt stopped in his tracks, leaving Rachel confused. He leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear.

"Has a better singing voice then you." Rachel made an exaggerated surprised face, acting hurt as she playfully hit him in the arm.

"I'm sure she is nice. She's probably just some normal person looking for a way to pay half price on an old apartment."

"And you're dragging me along because?"

"Because I want to have a big strong man around incase she is insane, or on drugs or has a really crazy dog." Kurt nodded, not quite believing what his friend was saying.

"You need someone to help you move your stuff don't you?"

"Oh Kurt, how you know me so." Rachel giggled with a playful smile. The two friends walked the rest of the way to Rachel's dorm room laughing and joking. When they arrived Rachel stood in front of the doorway proud. The walls where pale grey and the stain of old posters was stamped on the wall. Her dorm room was fully packaged. Boxes neatly placed in piles and garbage bags all stored by size in the corner. Her posters where neatly rolled and kept together with rubber bands and stacked on top of other boxes Rachel led Kurt around her room, setting her coat on a box before handing items to a groaning Kurt.

"Now I owe you." She smiled piling on one more box before dusting her hands off, grabbing a box of her own and leading Kurt outside. Because of the lack of personal transportation as Rachel called it, they had only managed to make one trip before they decided to the rest another time.

"Do you know how ridiculous it is to walk through the subway with boxes and Funny Girl posters?" Kurt adjusted the boxes in his hand, letting them drag his weight. They still had a ten minute walk to get to Rachel's new apartment, and that was only if Rachel didn't stop every two minutes to check her print out map.

"There was someone dressed as a prostitute Kurt, we weren't the worse ones." Rachel told him with a 'silly boy' tone to her voice. Her eyes where focused closely on her map as she turned it upside down trying to find the right path.

"Uh that was a prostitute, and your lost." Rachel tried to wave him off with her hand and ended up dropping her map. "I don't

even know why you bother with the maps Rach."

"Okay so we're by the lake… And we need to go away from the lake."

"What lake?" Kurt looked around, they where in the middle of the city. He grumbled and 'set' the boxes down on the concrete leaning on them. Rachel smiled, pointing triumphantly to a spot on the map.

"We're by this hot dog stand, so we are right here!"

"There are no hot dog stands on maps Rachel. This is stupid, just ask someone." Rachel pouted, folding up her map and crossing her arms over her chest, huffing loudly.

"Fine." She mumbled and pulled out her phone checking over it before shoving it back in her bag. She casually picked up her boxes and started walking in what seemed like a random direction.

"Where are we going?"

"To my apartment, its about five minutes in this direction." Kurt had a dumfounded expression on his face, chasing after Rachel leaving the boxes in the middle of the sidewalk.

"You had the address?"

"Yes, and its not like I haven't been here before, I'm renting the place remember?"

"So why did you-" Rachel smirked a little before turning her back and continuing with her walk.
"I wanted to see how long you could carry those boxes for." Kurt huffed and stuck his tongue out at Rachel's back, grabbing the boxes and slowly following her.

...

When they seemed to be getting close Rachel's new apartment it wasn't at all that amazing. Rachel kept looking at her phone making sure her address was correct, a poster between her arms and Kurt mumbling behind her. The loby wasn't very exiting. It was very grey, very small and very vacant. Kurt was starting to wonder if Rachel was the only person who lived here.

They rode the elevator up to the fifth floor where Rachel unlocked the door to her room. It wasn't anything special, but it was still very nice. A TV and a couch in the small living area, a small kitchen with a stove and a dishwasher and white countertops. The floors where brown and wooden and creaked just a little.

"Great we're here, can I please go?"

"Don't you want to help me unpack?"

"No." Rachel flashed Kurt one of her 'please daddy' faces, something Kurt was sure he was immune to, he sighed and nodded his head yes. Obviously he wasn't.

Rachel grabbed her friend by the back of his shirt and pulled him into an unwilling hug. His look of distain aside, he carried the boxes into the room Rachel pointed to. The brunette looked over her apartment for a moment before seeing a note taped to the refrigerator. She pulled it off and held it close to her face beginning to read it.

Hi it's Quinn. I'm your new roommate, I'll probably be gone for a while I'm still getting a few things so don't be surprised if you don't see me. Don't touch my room, or my stuff.

Rachel turned the note over expecting more. There was no more, and she unwilling decided to take the opportunity to start unpacking.

...

It wasn't until the sky was orange and the sun was setting, that Rachel heard the door to her apartment open and close. There were sounds of shuffling and another door, the one next to her room, opening. She decided to take the opportunity to introduce herself to her roommate. Rachel walked swiftly to the room next to hers. The door was open so she took it is a sign that someone was home. She poked her head through the door to see the craziest room ever. The walls where riddled with posters of bands and comic book characters, celebrities, monsters and manga characters. In fact there were so many pictures she couldn't tell where the wall was. It had black and pink shelves with strange stuffed animals and action figures neatly placed to look like they where in certain scenes or battles. In one corner there was a pile of board games and in another, a pile of video games. The floors where riddled with checkered rugs and scattered clothes. To the side of the door was a large white desk, with lots of drawers with cartoon characters faces as handles. The desk was stacked with comic books and drawing books, odd pens and pencils with strange designs or shapes rested peacefully in a large yellow plastic cup. A small desk light, in the shape of a banana tree (even with its own plastic monkey) was at the side of the desk, next to a large pink cup of colored pencils. Next to the desk was a large glass showcase, with hundreds of comic books placed inside, they looked new and well taken care of, there packages glistening in the light. Rachel looked over to her left and saw a closet; everything in it had skulls, superheroes or tares in it. She couldn't find anything that wasn't pink, grey, black or blue. Then she noticed her.

A girl, about her age, sat in a large pink beanbag. She had a comic book placed at her stomach and an ice tea by her side. She had short hair cut choppily with random half done braids along the sides. It was dyed an odd shade of light pink with a bandana rapped around the front.

"Uh Hi, I'm Rachel and you must be Quinn, I saw your note on the door." The girl didn't even look up from her comic book; she causally flipped the page as if no one was even there. Rachel approached her with caution, the seemingly punk girl could have had a knife on her, and a Broadway star in the making didn't want to get murdered.

"Hello?" The girl still paid no attention to the approaching brunette; she adjusted herself slightly in her beanbag before turning the page of her comic again. Rachel took in a large breath stepping close enough to the girl for her to wave her hand in front of her comic. The girl gasped, dropping her comic book in her lap and flinging backwards is shock, hitting her head on the back of the wall. Rachel instinctively reached her arms out to help her; the girl kept her eyes closed, reaching her hands back to cup her head.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay? My name is Rachel if you didn't catch it before." The girl leaned forward a little, squinting her eyes tightly before opening them again to look at Rachel.

"Your Quinn right?" The girl nodded, slowly getting up from her beanbag and picking up her comic from the floor, setting it on the white desk.

"Do you need some ice or something?" Quinn didn't pay Rachel much attention; she walked out the room without even looking back. Rachel walked out as well, trying to catch up with her. Quinn walked into the kitchen, opening the top cabinet and standing on her tiptoes, pulling out a large Ziploc back of Oreos. She reached in to the bag, a look of slight pain still in her eyes before breaking the Oreo in two and starting on the first half.

"Is there a reason your not talking to me?" Quinn looked up at Rachel who seemed a bit unsure of herself. Quinn gestured for her to say something, or possibly to repeat what she just said.

"Why aren't you talking." Quinn squinted her eyes at Rachel before opening her mouth slightly to speak, but filled it with Oreos instead of words. Rachel took in a meditative breath, starting to walk to her new room. Quinn looked up at her causing Rachel to stop.

"Oh I'm going to run my scales, I have play practice tomorrow. You don't mind if I sing do you? Because if it bothers you I can go somewhere else." Quinn squinted her eyes again; something Rachel assumed was a habit. She brought her head up, looking to the ceiling like she was trying to understand exactly what Rachel had just said. She brought her head down again only to nod and shrug, before placing her bag of Oreos back in the cabinet. Rachel shut the door behind her walking to the middle of her unpacked room. It was empty and white and boring. She sighed deeply before fishing into her purse for her sheet music. When she found it, she adjusted herself and took in a deep breath running over her scales. When she was finished she went to go find Quinn. Who was at her desk in her room, leaning over a piece of paper with a pencil in her hand. The door was open but Rachel knocked quietly, Quinn didn't even look up.

"Quinn? I uh, I was going to go to the store to get some groceries, did you need anything?" Quinn put her pencil down, looking up to see Rachel, she squinted her eyes in confusion, then shrugged.

"So you don't need anything." Quinn shook her head unsurely, before dropping it and going back to her paper. Rachel whispered a quick 'okay' to herself as she walked out of her room and to the store. When she was half way there she decided to call Kurt, she dialed his number on her phone, waiting for him to answer.

"Ms. Berry, what is the pleasure?" Kurt answered with a more then pleasured tone to his voice.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the store with me."

"To carry your bags?"

"Of course not, just to hang out." There was a slight pause on the other end as Rachel waited for her friend to decide on the debate going on in his head.

"Fine, be there is ten." He said quickly before hanging up the phone.

...

Rachel hummed to herself as she walked through the door, nudging it open with her elbow as she balanced bags in her arms. "Quinn?" She called out, looking around the house for any sign of the girl, shrugging she placed the bags on the floor and began to sort them into cabinets. When she was putting away the last box of cereal she noticed Quinn's bag of Oreos. Not thinking twice she opened it and took out two, putting one between her teeth before putting the bag back where it belonged and skipping into her room.

It was getting dark when Quinn came back home, twisting her keys in her hand and walking over to her cabinet again, standing on her tiptoes to reach her bag of Oreos. When he pulled it down and set it on the counter a shocked expression reached her face. She opened the bag slightly, peering around all sides before getting back on her tiptoes to check the cabinet again. When she came back down she ran into Rachel's room. Rachel was sitting on the floor cross-legged, unpacking a box, her hair messily falling around her face only kept out of her eyes by a thin red headband.

"Oh hello Quinn." Rachel smiled softly; Quinn angrily shoved the bag of Oreos in her direction, shaking it up and down so she could see.

"Oreos?" Quinn pointed an angry finger at Rachel, then back at the Oreos then at herself. Rachel looked confused for a second, before she understood what was going on. She nodded apologetically.

"Oh, I had two- wait, how did you even notice? it was two Oreos!" Quinn glared at her, pointing back to the bag.

"I thought it would be okay… I guess I should have asked, sorry." Quinn took a deep breath before running back to her room, shutting the door behind her.

Quinn disappeared into her room for an hour. When she came back she had a piece of paper in her hand while Rachel grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Quinn tapped her on the shoulder before she slapped the piece of paper onto the cabinet she was always reaching into. Rachel tried to look around her to see what it said, but waited until Quinn had taped the last corner and backed away to read it. In very realistic flaming letters it read 'Quinn's Food'. There was a very cartoonish picture of Quinn holding an Oreo between her teeth and pointing out of the picture. Rachel looked at the paper, then at Quinn who nodded gracefully. Rachel was starting to wonder a little bit about this girl.