I MISS QUICK.

Quinn can feel his eyes on her, but she refuses to look at him. He's across the hall, and he's just staring, and she wishes he wouldn't. She's over him and she has Sam now, and he's perfect and sweet and nice and he gave her a promise ring and he said that he loves her okay? Thinking about it puts another memory into her mind; a hospital, a baby, a question, an answer that she sure as hell wasn't expecting. Quinn closes her locker abruptly, a book tucked under her arm. As she walks down the hall, an arm snakes around her waist. With surprise, she looks up into Sam's smiling face. (No, she doesn't wish it was someone else. Seriously.)

"Hey babe." He squeezes her against him gently. (She's not thinking about the last guy who called her babe, no way.)

She faintly smiles back, clearing her head of memories of him, even though she knows he's still staring. She focuses on Sam, resting her head on his shoulder. He's adorable and has a great singing voice, but in the back of her head, she knows that applies to him too, and she starts picturing tan skin and a mohawk... (Okay, so maybe she's not as over him as she wishes she was. But he's over her, no matter how much he stares, even if he did look at her while singing, You are the only exception, and so what if he practically sang Only the Good Die Young to her? She knows he's been with Sa(n)tan(a) recently and she wishes he would just get out of her brain because it's freaking distracting.)

She walks down the hall with him, liking how everyone stares at them and passes out of their way; the new power couple of the school. It was just like this with Finn, at least, until they joined Glee. But, God knows how, she actually likes Glee club now, and there are barely any more slushies being thrown around. She can hear Sam talking about some video game, but she's not really listening, only making approving noises every now and then. For some reason, she starts thinking about Super Mario, and really, she has no idea why but she'd rather Sam talk about that instead. (It's because she knows more about it. No, it's not because he used to talk about it all the time, and it's not like she was ever listening. She just knows it because it's Mario, and who doesn't know about Mario?)

Suddenly, Sam lets go, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "See you after school?" He walks into his class, pausing in the doorway to wave at her.

She nods, smiles, walks away. She doesn't feel like going to Spanish, not now. It's not like it's really relevant, and Mr. Schuester has been really understanding lately. She can just chalk it up to sudden sadness, because no matter how much she tries to hide it, Mr. Schue still looks at her like she could burst into tears at any moment, so she might as well use it to her advantage. Anyway, she's practically acing that class. (She wonders where he is now. Probably skipping class. God, his influence on her is horrible.)

She wanders aimlessly down the hall, finding herself gravitating towards the choir room. Glee saved her last year, and she made some friends that she never would have thought of before. She didn't know how she would have survived without Mercedes, and Tina and Kurt were great, once you got past thinking about them as the emo girl and the gay guy. Honestly though, the people in it aren't half bad. (Except for Berry, Quinn can't stand her.)

Quinn hears the piano and wonders if Brad is there. She looks in and is surprised to see him there. (That wasn't a flutter in her stomach, she's just hungry, okay?)

He's playing a haunting tune on the piano, humming along under his breath. It sounds familiar, but she can't quite place it. She debates leaving, but her curiosity gets the best of her and she ends up sitting beside him on the piano bench. (It's not her heart talking, it's her brain. It's because she's curious, not anything else.)

He looks at her, startled. "Quinn? Why aren't you in class?"

The familiarity of his voice (god, she missed that voice), the closeness of their bodies, and oh, she's just staring and he's staring back and she's closing the distance between their faces and no, she can't do this, but damn does she want to and then they're just kissing and wait, this shouldn't be happening, she has Sam but it feels so good, so right...

She pushes him away, but doesn't move from her seat.

"Quinn?" He sounds more confused then ever, and she knows if he looks at him, he'll have that look on her face and oh god, she's in deeper than she ever realized.

"Why haven't you been talking to me?" Her voice breaks, and she looks him in the eyes, his beautiful eyes, and she needs to stop getting so off track, she can't even think straight when she's around him, that's what lead to Beth and that name is enough to start the tears welling up in her eyes and suddenly she's just crying into his arms.

"Don't cry, I'm sorry. Just don't... don't cry." He hugs her, and her body relaxes into him, like they were once molded together. (And she thinks, they once were.)

TO BE CONTINUED.

SO THIS IS MY FIRST GLEE FIC, AND I'D LOVE SOME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS YOU WANT WRITTEN OUT, I'D BE GLAD TO GIVE IT A TRY.