Room 317, Tuesday after Classes

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No matter how it might look to a casual observer who peeked in through the open door, Quinn Fabray definitely was not running scared from Fandom

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K-Mart was wandering the halls because A: she was bored and B: she was bored. Oh, and C: Her cat was having one of those spaz attacks on a pair of shoes and she didn't feel like extricating her shoes so she could go anywhere.

She couldn't help peeking in open doors as she walked by them, which explained why she was looking into Quinn's room.

"Leaving?" K-Mart asked curiously. She didn't actually know Quinn, but she knew Quinn had been a cheerleader at her old school, which meant she'd probably do cheerleading here, which meant there was some kind of solidarity to be had.

Look, K-Mart attached herself randomly to people sometimes. It just happened.

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"For a few days," Quinn said, a bit surprised a stranger was asking her, but not actively unfriendly. "Are you bed check? Will I get demerits?"

Well. Not that actively unfriendly.

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"Naah." K-Mart shrugged. "After this weekend, I'm surprised more people aren't trying to get the hell out of here for a while."

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"Some of our classmates don't have the sense to run from a giant crab," Quinn decided with a shiver. "No wonder they're staying around here."

She glanced back at the girl. "You're in one of my classes. I don't know your name."

Of course she assumed everyone knew hers. (Well, no, she didn't really, but she was tired of feeling anonymous.)

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"I'm K-Mart," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "You're... Quinn, right?" She quirked a smile. "And bet you never thought you'd ever actually put the post-apocalyptic world class to good use, huh?"

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Quinn gave a small smile. "I asked Professor Reno if we were going to get extra credit," she said. "And I'm sure you've heard every 'blue light special' comment known to man, so I'll skip it."

"You can come in if you really want to watch me pack," she added doubtfully, since it wasn't all that interesting. "Where'd you end up?"

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"You are my new favorite person on the planet," K-Mart declared, grinning as she moved into the room. "And I didn't end up anywhere, actually. But being here was just weird enough."

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"Oh?" Quinn was curious (and pleased to be anyone's favorite person). "I haven't heard about that yet. What was going on?"

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"Stuff from other places was ending up here, stuff here was disappearing..." K-Mart shook her head. "I mostly just stayed indoors. I may be from a post-apocalyptic wasteland myself, but even I have my limits."

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"Seriously?" Quinn asked. "You grew up in a place like that? You seem really normal."

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"Uh, thanks. I think." K-Mart shrugged. "Yeah, I did. Well, it was normal up until I was nine. Then the zombie apocalypse hit in full force and I spent months hiding in a K-Mart store. Hence the name, actually. I kind of took it when I got rescued because dude, who wouldn't pick K-Mart over Dahlia Julia Mancini?"

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"Interesting story," Quinn said. She weighed whether to believe it or not, but decided she did. Who'd make up a name like Dahlia?

"I'm just from Ohio," she said. "No apocalypse, zombie or otherwise, yet."

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"Lack of apocalypse? Always a good thing," K-Mart said with a faint smile. "Me, I'm from Georgia."

But a Southern belle she was not.