Fourteen years.

Quinn Fabray had been living in New Haven, Connecticut for Fourteen years. Her whole life. She would take fieldtrips to Yale with her parents and grandparents, hearing stories about where and how they met; about how her mother would tutor her father in English because a liberal arts education wasn't quite his strong suit, but he got in because he was also a legacy child.

A few months ago, her father informed the family that as soon as her older sister had graduated, they would be moving to Lima. At first, the prospect excited Quinn – how often do you get to live in another country? It wasn't until she sat down with her mother over breakfast the day before her last day of school.

Ohio.

They were moving to Ohio. What is there even in Ohio besides corn? She knew that as an architect, her father had to go where the work was, but that didn't seem to make anything better really.

And now, here she is. She dug her Yale triangle flag out of her backpack. She had purposely packed it separately in an attempt to make sure it was the first thing she unpacked. She grabbed a few thumbtacks and hung it over her desk, dead center, at eye height. This was going to be her motivation. She wanted to get back to New Haven.

The blonde reached down to grab one of her many boxes of books, setting it on top of her desk. She started to unpack them, making sure they all went onto the shelf alphabetical by last name of author, followed by series order. Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 was towards the left of her top shelf, and in the middle were the Da Vinci Code series by Dan Brown. She knew they were all a crock, but she couldn't help but be fascinated by them and the concept of Symbology and the history and cultural significance of it all.

About a shelf and a half lower sat Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, Son of a Witch, A lion among men, and Out of Oz, by Gregory Maguire. Quinn's bookshelf and laptop were meticulously kept. Not a single book out of place, and not a file without a name and a folder. The same would be said for her bedroom once she finished unpacking. The last series of books she had to unpack were actually the books in the Harry Potter series. She considered those to be staples on every bookshelf, even in a Christian home such as hers.

Her mother and father, although religious, still encouraged Quinn to develop free thoughts, having actually bought her the books for her 8th birthday, and standing in line with her for the midnight release of all of the others that came out. It was actually some of the very few memories she had with her father. The older she got, the more he would just come home and drink.

Her bookshelf and flag were unpacked, and those were the two most important things to make this room a home, in Quinn's opinion. She then set out to find where the linens all were. After about half an hour of searching, she found the box in the kitchen. Her sheets were right on top, and so she grabbed everything she needed to make her bed. She was going to make this room a home.

A few hours later, she had successfully unpacked everything that was hers, having found a place for everything, and everything in its place. She made her way downstairs, looking over the materials her new school had sent her. McKinley High, huh? They have a cheerleading squad, a football, baseball, and basketball team…and surprisingly enough, a glee club. New Directions – did no one think about the fact that that sounds like Nude Erections? She shook her head and set the materials down.

She didn't know why she ended up at cheerleading tryouts, but she did. She ended up trying out and landed herself on the varsity team. For once, she was thankful her older sister had made her practice with her. Now, she at least knew some people before the school year started. They practiced together every day for the month before school started.

The other cheerleaders gave her the rundown. Avoid Rachel Berry at all costs. She's easy to find, look for the high school sized toddler. There is a slushy machine in the locker room – pelt Rachel twice a day with two different colors, and be sure to wait until after she had changed her clothes for round two.

The first time Quinn had to slushy Rachel, she wasn't even sure she was pelting the right girl in the face with the ice, corn syrup, and food coloring concoction. This girl was far too pretty to be Barbra Streisand. She was far too tall to be a midget. She was far too effeminate to be RuPaul. And her hands were too soft and delicate to be man hands. This girl was nothing like she had expected, but everyone else was pelting her, and Quinn wanted to stay on the team, because as screwed up as these people were, they were her only friends.

Every day in class though, Quinn found herself watching Rachel. She wondered how someone who was only about five feet tall could have legs that go on for miles. The most flabbergasting thing was the fact that Rachel made knee high socks actually seem appealing. Without warning, Quinn's notebook started to fill up with caricatures of Rachel, some more flattering than others.

One day, a pornographic picture of Rachel even made its way onto a stall in the girl's bathroom. A few days later, Quinn and Santana were fixing their make up at the mirror when Rachel walked in to fix her own make up. "What, RuPaul, getting ready for the tranny prom?" Quinn asked. This elicited a laugh from the Latina, but it hurt her a lot more than she would let anyone know that it had. Tranny wasn't a term she used. Especially not for someone like Rachel, who was so clearly feminine. The only things Rachel had done wrong were be ambitious and confident. Quinn admired her in all honesty, but couldn't ever admit that.

Quinn wished she were brave.

Growing up, Quinn wasn't a thin kid. Around 7th grade, the kids had started calling her Lucy Caboosey. She came home that night and begged her parents to start calling her by her middle name. That day, Lucille Quinn Fabray just became Quinn Fabray. She asked her sister to help her get in shape, so she put her on a diet, and helped her work out. Two years, many times of dyeing her hair blonde and a nose job later, here she was. The worst part for her was honestly, having to dye her hair. It's an image thing – Fabray's have blonde hair, and she is a Fabray. And given they had just moved, she was more than capable of running from her problems. Unlike Rachel, Rachel faced them head on.

Quinn wouldn't worry about that, not right now. She had bigger things to worry about, like the fact that Finn Hudson wanted to take her to homecoming.