Brief disclaimer that everyone already knows: I don't own these characters. Some of them I do because I made them up, but the ones you're here for, not mine. They belong to that fool Ryan Murphy.

Actors.

Why actors?

There were twenty-five interns. Twenty-five! Why the hell did she have to live with the acting interns? It mattered the amount of zero to her that they were the only female interns besides one of her assistant stage managers.

She wasn't even an intern!

Quinn loved actors, she really did, but merely in a professional setting when they were being professional... for the most part. What made the Artistic Director think that she wanted to live with people she was going to have to spend hours and hours of rehearsal with.

Actors are crazy. This is the exact reason why Quinn kept very few of them in her circle of association. She could actually count on one hand how many of her friends were actors. Two. Somehow, by the crazy graces of the theatre gods, both of them were going to be with her. Really the only reason why they were friends was because they'd always been friends. Even when Quinn went off to Emerson College in Boston and they moved to New York to pursue their dreams, they stayed friends. Best friends actually.

It was Santana that had gotten her this gig. She and Brittany had gone to an internship fair one day and brought along copies of Quinn's very impressive Stage Management resumé. The moment the Artistic Director laid eyes on her resumé she called her and requested to meet her in person. She told her she could pass through Boston on her way back up to New Hampshire where she lived and where her Equity Summer Stock theatre was located.

All Quinn had to hear was the word Equity and she was in.

Equity points were like gold to actors and stage managers who were just getting into "the Business." The only thing better was actual money. Actors' Equity Association was the dream. It meant better jobs, health insurance and rehearsal regulations. It meant that you could survive out there. Quinn's professors made it quite clear in all four of the years that she'd been at Emerson that the Theater World was a cruel and unforgiving one. Her advisor also made it clear that as soon as she could start earning Equity points, she should do it. Even if it meant a summer of stock or bitch work as an ASM at a regional theater.

She'd already gotten some points doing the bitch work at A.R.T. in Boston. So why not try some summer stock?

The interview went swimmingly. She was hired on the spot as the actual stage manager. Not as an intern, but as the stage manager. She was getting housing, a pay check AND Equity points... enough points that combined with her other points, she'd have her Equity card by the end of the summer.

There was no way she was going to pass up this opportunity. This job put her list of goals set way ahead of schedule. It also postponed her move to New York City, but now when she got there in September she would already be in the union with a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Emerson and a second professional credit on her resumé.

For all of this, she owed Santana. She owed Santana a lot. Like, using her new, slim connection in the company a lot.

A tactful good word during the audition was really all she could do. She wasn't even actually at the audition. She was stage managing the auditions from her dorm through the camera on her computer. Administering proper breaks and managing a runner from behind a screen was not an easy task, but proving that she could do it only justified her being hired in the first place.

She didn't tell Santana or Brittany that they were going to be seeing her face on the table when they were auditioning, but there she was. Surprise! They each handled it well and for their parts, they each auditioned really well. They were fantastic actually. Quinn barely had to say anything about them during the discussion. The choreographer wanted Brittany to be the dance captain for the musical and both of the directors wanted Santana to be an understudy in both of their shows. There was only one other girl that was wanted by both directors, everyone else that was cast as ensemble were compromises.

Quinn might have been a little shocked that both directors wanted Santana... the other show in stock was a Shakespeare... not necessarily Santana's forte. Not that she wasn't talented or couldn't handle it, she just wasn't the most... classical.

Whatever! Her best friends were going to be with her all summer! In the same house!

The only problem: Santana and Brittany were together. Like, together together. Like, Quinn equals third wheel, together. Like, if it's two to a bedroom, Quinn gets a random roommate, together.

Still, they were definitely going to be her sane oasis in a desert of cray cray. Quinn could tell by the auditions that that was going to be the case.

That other girl that both directors wanted, she was going to be the worst. Quinn just knew it. She had crazy diva written all over her. She walked in with tea. If she'd been in the room, Quinn probably would have smelled the lemon, honey and whatever crazy herbs singers consumed. There was probably a Smart Water in her bag, too. And a pitch pipe. And a portable, battery operated, vaporizer. Anything possible to make her voice absolute, pure perfection.

Unfortunately, her voice was pure perfection.

Talented people generally know that they're talented. It's awful. It's as if their talent justifies their horrendous behavior.

Multiply that by six and Quinn was positive that the most difficult thing about this summer wasn't going to be stage managing for two different directors and two different shows at once, but living with nine other girls, six of them performers.

Quinn was always up for a challenge, but this summer was definitely going to be extra challenging.

A/N: I know that was a whole bunch of expositional nothing, but I promise things get better. Some things just had to come out first for other things to make sense, that's why I've posted two chapters at once. So, please, please stick with me for a little bit, I already have several chapters written and for those of you who have followed some of my other stuff, you know that I like to be ahead of my readers.

A/N 2: For those of you that have followed my other stuff yet again: I know I've promised a bunch of other things. Just, bare with me. I'm sure some of you got the email and were like, "WTF is this?! Faberry?" Umm... it's been stuck in my head like a Taylor Swift song and just needs to be out. I'm going to get back to all that stuff I promised... I promise. I hope you enjoy this in the meantime...?