Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or White Houses.

Note: So sorry for the lack of updates. College life kind of just got in the way, you know? I pretty much always have reading to do for social psychology and human services classes. Sigh. Anyway, let's continue, shall we?

I can't resist the day

Maybe it was a mistake. I didn't know what I was doing there anymore. I mean, did I really think I was going to change my life around just by going to New York City? Did I think I was going to find love and acceptance, despite my scarring?

And yet, Noah had been absolutely wonderful to me. He'd been a gentleman, holding the door open for me and letting me shower first in our tiny upstairs bathroom. He'd even carried the heavy groceries for me (I could've handled it myself, but it was still a sweet gesture).

And his eyes were so soulful, so absolutely stunning. I couldn't resist them if I tried.

Of course, he'd been so mysterious. None of us knew a thing about his past or his family, other than that he had a younger sister. We barely knew where he'd come from. I had to wonder what his story was. Was it more tragic than mine? Was it as intense, as utterly heartbreaking?

What girls had he loved?

Tragically beautiful, that's what I'd been called, although I saw myself as being more beautifully tragic. I mean, take a look at me. Former beauty queen. I could've had it all; fame, fortune, a loving husband and children. I made one mistake, and it cost me everything.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret it.

"So Quinn, tell us more about Arizona," Tina said, jolting me from my thoughts.

"Well," I said slowly. "The weather is certainly different."

She chuckled politely. "I'm sure it is. So what part are you from?"

"Flagstaff," I replied.

"So…were you ever…Prom Queen?" Rachel asked timidly, not meeting my gaze.

"Yes," I whispered. "Homecoming Queen as well."

My roommates were silent for a few moments. "I'll bet you were one of the prettiest, most popular girls in school," Rachel said quietly.

"Why are you so obsessed with being popular?" Tina asked in a sharp voice.

"I'm not obsessed-"

"Yes, you are," Tina said in exasperation. "Everything is fame and popularity with you. Look, it's not cool. Quinn clearly doesn't want to talk about her high school years. I'm sorry it sucked for you back then. Hey, it sucked for me too. But there's a point where you have to stop dwelling on it and move on."

Hmm. Maybe the quiet girl had a point. Maybe I had to pack up all that emotional baggage and move on with my life. I could stop thinking about him and what he did to me. I could push all that aside, thank God that I'm alive, and try to find someone new, someone who won't hurt me and will love me for the way I am.

"Excuse me," I murmured, and I left the two to squabble. I went down the hall and knocked on Noah and Kurt's door. Kurt was flipping through a fashion magazine on his bed, and Noah was reading a crime novel. "Hey."

Noah immediately looked up, putting the book beside him. "Quinn, hey."

"Hello," Kurt said, never taking his eyes off the page he was engrossed in.

"Noah, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have dinner with me tonight. My roommates are fighting and it's getting a bit aggravating."

His eyes widened. "Just you and me?" I nodded. "Yeah, sure, sounds great."

"Five-thirty sound good?" I asked.

"Perfect," he smiled.

"Great, meet me downstairs then." I turned and left him, jaw gaping at Kurt.

"Dude, you gotta help me find an outfit," I heard him beg his roommate.
Did Noah want to impress me? Why?

I changed into a flowy sundress. To my surprise, Noah was looking quite handsome in a blue polo shirt and black pants. "I see Kurt got to you," I teased.

He looked embarrassed. "Well, I kind of wanted to look nice, you know?"

We walked around the Village in search for dinner. I tried to talk to him about his family, but he refused to answer most of my questions. So what was with him? The only person he'd talk freely about was his sister, Sara.

But was he ever handsome! I felt even more self-conscious than ever, knowing people would probably be wondering what a girl like me would be doing with a boy like him.

And, always the gentleman, he paid for dinner.

And he insisted on holding my hand on the way back home.

I wasn't sure if I'd fall in love so quickly after it all happened, but apparently God had another plan for me.

Because all I knew was that I was falling for Noah.

To be continued.