Quinn had been all about prom lately, everything that came out of her mouth was somehow prom related. Finn actually found himself day dreaming most of the time, or just staring at her with a lost expression on his face. Of course, all he basically heard when she spoke was , "prom, prom, prom, prom…. OH! Prom!…", it was starting to really give him headaches. He actually found himself trying to avoid her at times in the hallway, he just didn't really get why prom was so important. I mean, it was just a dance? And If you won prom king and queen, all you get is a plastic crown. That wasn't really something one could put on a resume, now was it? Finn and Quinn were finally official, but Finn was slowly starting to resent the blonde. He wasn't sure if it was just the prom talk or if he just wasn't feeling anything for her anymore, but he was too good of a guy to bring anything up now. He just figured he'd settle for now and just waited to see what could actually come of this. She'd always have a piece of his heart, sure, but did that mean that he wanted to be with her?

The couple were in her bedroom, making out as usual, her hands wondering around his torso. Quinn pulled away and looked down at him with a puzzled expression? "Hey…where are you?", she asked seeing that he wasn't into the making out session as much as she was. It took him a few seconds to process that she had asked him something, "uh…what?…i mean… nowhere.. .im right here, babe," he nodded unconvincingly leaning up to kiss her again. She pulled back, still confused and unconvinced, "Finn," she placed her hand on his chest pushing him back down in place."What's going on?", she asked an innocent expression on her face, "is it rachel? It better not be that thing, finn", she said slowly starting to get frustrated. Finn shook his head, "No, I haven't even thought about her… honestly, I'm right here", he said with a light smile. He was not ready to face scary Quinn right now, plus, he was half telling the truth. He hadn't thought about Rachel in weeks, as far as romantic feelings went. Quinn nodded, still not believing him entirely but kissing him again anyways. Finn tried harder to show her he was into it, but it was just weird. He didn't know what was going on with him. He used to love kissing Quinn, what the hell happened?

Finn made his departure about a half an hour later, Quinn had fallen asleep in his arms and he slowly slipped away heading home. He walked, his binder in his arms, and frustration on his face. He wanted to really know what was going on with him, so many reasons swarmed through his head, none seemed to fit though. As Finn approached his place, he saw Sam approaching as well. Finn frowned, "Dude, what are you doing here?," he asked stopping in his tracks. He and Sam had patched things up…sort of, no hard feelings, in fact, the two boys were quite civil. "You said I could come by later for my Spanish book… remember? at football practice?", Sam looked at Finn confused. Finn thought for a second, oh shit, he did say that. He had way too much on his mind lately, so it must have slipped his mind. "Oh… yeah, you're right.. I'm sorry dude…", he said frowning, "I'm sort of out of it today" he explained and walked inside his house letting Sam in as well.

Kurt was out with Blaine and his parents were still at work. Finn led Sam up the stairs and to his bed room, he threw his binder on the bed and walked over to his desk, searching for Sam's book. Finn had borrowed just days before, he had misplaced his. "Are…you okay?", Sam asked seeing the distressed look on Finn's face. Finn looked at Sam, "yeah, I'm fine… I just…have a lot things on my mind," he shrugged simply and finally found Sam's book. "well if you need to talk…I'm here… ", Sam offered casually, an awkward smile developing from his oversized mouth. Finn handed Sam his book and looked directly at him, "I think it'd be weird to ask for relationship advice from you, when you can't even get your own love life together," he said, it coming out much harsher than he intended. Sam's smile dissolved, "Fine…", he said turning to leave, obviously offended. "Wait." Finn stated, "I'm sorry…I'm just…. ", he sat down on his bed and buried his face into his hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me okay? And it's frustrating me," he said as Sam slowly turned back around looking at Finn. "When I kiss Quinn…it's like… it's not the same… I don't feel anything," he admitted, slowly starting to regret revealing it. Why was he talking to Sam out of all people about this? Sam sat down beside him, "maybe you don't love her as much as you thought you did?… it's no big deal… she's just not the one for you?", he shrugged and placed a hand on Finn's back.

Finn knew Sam was right, Quinn probably wasn't the one for him. He obviously didn't feel anything for her, or else he would have enjoyed their last meeting much more. Finn groaned a bit to himself, he hated when he was in these types of situations. Sam rubbed Finn's back a bit more, "it's alright.. just… relax," he said soothingly, for some reason Finn was slowly starting to relax too. There was something about Sam's touch and words that just eased him. He was a little too relaxed actually because Finn had a little visitor in his pants wake up. Finn's eyes widened as he felt his erection, "fuck." He froze in place, he couldn't stand up or Sam would see it. He tensed up as he thought, 'now i get turned on?'.