A/N: Not mine. If it was, Fabrevans, Puckleberry and Brittana would be end game and I'd be tweeting behind-the-scene Achele stories with you. Oh and I know nothing about New York streets so I just made some up.
Rachel finishes her Fleetwood Mac song and almost everyone starts clapping.
"Don't you think it's maybe a little inappropriate that you chose to sing a love song to my guy?" Quinn said annoyingly in the soft voice, emphasizing the last part. She knows Rachel's still hopelessly in love with Finn but right now, she doesn't need her to steal him from her because they're running for Prom King and Queen.
"You're such a hypocrite you little miss perfect prom queen! You're a cheater who cheats in cheap motels with Sam!" Rachel blurts out. She raises her eyebrow at the diva, shocked that she's even exclaimed at her with that tone.
"Nothing is going on between Sam and I!" Quinn retaliates, emphasizing that Fabrevans was over.
"Enough, guys!" Mr. Schuester says, trying to come in between. Diffusing tension between the two girls was as hard as him trying to get his ex-wife lay off of him.
However, Santana being Santana, sticks up for her best friend and interjects in the argument, "Y'know, I blame Sam for all of this. And Rachel too I blame her," she simply says like it was the simplest thing in the world.
"What did I do?" The diva annoyingly replied.
"I'm sure you did something," the Latina spats back in a brush off manner.
"Yeah, I'm with Santana. I mean why isn't Sam saying anything about it?" Zizes butts in.
Puck sticks up for her ladylove and shares his thoughts, "Guilt. Seriously, dude. What you're doing is not cool. They both have boyfriends!" Kurt flinches but remains silent, after all, there's nothing but Blaine for him.
He finally had enough. People ganging up on him and accusing him of things he didn't do was too much for him to handle. "Shut up! Look I'm not messing around with Quinn or Kurt or anyone of those guys. They're just helping me."
"Oh is that what we're calling it now?" Mercedes snarkily says, joining the heat as well.
A curious Mr. Schuester then asks the blonde boy the most awaited question. "Wait hold on. How are they helping you out?" It was silent for a moment until Sam answers his teacher.
"Kurt was bringing me some clothes and Quinn was helping me babysit my little brother and sister." Everyone's mouths hang agape at the revelation. Quinn and Kurt shake their heads at the immaturity that their fellow Glee members are showing for Sam right now.
Stupid Finn interjects again, "Then why were you in that motel?"
And Sam loses it, "Because that's where I live now. My dad lost his job a few months ago then we lost our house, so now we live in a motel in one room. Are you all happy? The truth's finally out." He walks out of the room; silently thankful that Glee practice is the last one he had to attend. He goes by his locker and takes his things and then walks out the school towards the bus stop.
"Nice going guys," Quinn says sarcastically to the bunch who still can't seem to wrap their heads around the new information they got from Sam. "Kurt and I were in no position to tell you all what he's going through and you just had to force it out of him. I thought you were all better than that." With that, she storms off just like Sam did and tries to look for his ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah, I'm honestly disappointed with you guys right now. There's always a fine line between rumours and reality and you just lost it today," Kurt adds, leaving the group to go home.
Quinn heads straight to her car when she didn't see Sam. She knows he has no ride home but the bus, which isn't going to arrive until approximately after their Glee practice. Because of what happened in the choir room, it's obvious practice was cancelled and she had a good idea Sam had no ride to the motel. She starts her car and drives home, passing by the bus stop. From afar, he sees a blonde guy in a red jacket with a backpack hung on one arm walking way from the bus stop. She speeds up a little and honks at him.
"Sam," she says, lowering down the passenger side windows as she slowed down to Sam's pace. "Get in. Let me give you a ride home."
"It's okay," he replies, looking at the ground and continuing to walk. "It's not that far a walk."
"Yes it is. It's like 5 miles away," Quinn insists. She unlocks the doors of the car. "Sam, please."
Sam contemplates for a while and decided to hitch with Quinn, his siblings would be waiting for him double time if he isn't home early. It was a silent ride on the way to the motel.
"I'm sorry," Quinn starts, trying to break the tension after a few minutes of silence. "In their behalf, I'm sorry."
"You've nothing to apologize for," Sam replies quietly. "You were just being honest. And you don't have to apologize for them."
"But they were being extremely rude to you," Quinn replies at his former lover. "We may not be together anymore but I still care about you a lot."
Nothing's going on between Sam and I!
The sentence never left Sam's mind. He flinches for a second and just nods as closes his eyes, praying, hoping that his feelings would just go away. About 15 minutes later, they arrive at the motel. It was a Friday and she's pretty sure she's babysitting for Stevie and Stacy. Sam gets out of the car, "Thanks Quinn." The blonde girl smiles at him as she gathers some of her stuff and starts to open the door.
"I think I can babysit on my own tonight," Sam interrupts her. "It's okay. You should go home. Thanks for the ride." He flashes her a forced smile and starts heading towards their room.
"Sam, wait," Quinn says loudly enough for Sam to look back. "I can help you tonight. I've nothing else to do."
"Quinn, we can't-"
Quinn stops him before he could go on, "Look, I'm doing it for free. I never asked you to pay me."
"But still-"
"Sam, this is my choice," she kind of pleads but kind of commands as well. Sam shrugs, giving in to Quinn. After all, he could use the help.
He reminded himself what Quinn said earlier, "Nothing's going on between Sam and I!"
"Okay," Sam says. "Lock your car." Quinn does as she's told as Sam waits for her and they get in the room together.
Sam's kid sister and brother, Stacy and Stevie got along really well with Quinn. They like her so much they've bugged about Sam dating her to which Sam has replied numerous times that he can't (anymore) because she has a boyfriend. This left the munchkins sad. They also liked it when Quinn dropped by on Sundays with home made cookies after church.
It's like time literally went by and the former lovers were now tucking in the little blondes. Quinn kisses their foreheads and her and Sam starts towards the door.
"Thanks for helping me," Sam says sincerely as he opens the door for her.
"It's okay," Quinn says, her small bag hung on her shoulder. "Are you okay? You really didn't talk to me the entire night."
He shrugged. "I'm okay," he says. "You know it'll die down."
"I'm sorry," Quinn repeats, touching Sam's arm in the process.
Nothing's going on between Sam and I!
Nothing's going on between Sam and I!
Nothing's going on between Sam and I!
He closes his eyes for a second, willing for that thought to go away for just a while until Quinn leaves. "You were just being honest," Sam assures her, regaining his composure. "You're not at fault this time. There really is nothing going on between us," he trails.
"I'm so, so, so sorry," Quinn repeats for the nth time, flinching at the fact that Sam repeated saying that she was being honest. "I really am. For everything."
Sam shrugs. He really hasn't forgiven Quinn entirely but that doesn't me he has stopped loving her. "We can't help what we do, right?" Quinn nods as she bites the inside of her cheek. "You probably should go. It's getting late." Sam walks Quinn towards her car and watches her leave.
Nothing's going on between Sam and I!
His head was being against him right now and he just wanted to hit himself over and over again.
His phone beeps, signaling a message. He opens it to find that it was from Quinn. "I'm home : ) Thanks for dinner. Goodnight."
He contemplates not texting back but he thinks it's rude not to, especially someone who babysat with him for free. He sends a simple goodnight back and goes to bed.
Nothing's going on between you and Quinn. Nothing anymore.
After Nationals happened, everyone went on their own until summer vacation. They had some group parties here and there but it's mostly the Unholy Trinity hanging out, the boys did some beaches and that was that. Quinn was very disappointed to have accidentally seen Sam and Mercedes walk hand-in-hand in to the coffee shop as she went to the nearby bookstore. She distanced her self from the boy. She didn't know why it still hurt when they broke up months ago. She thought she's over Sam but looking at Sam and Mercedes just made her blood boil. She walked the opposite side; careful to avoid the new couple in hiding so she doesn't rudely spat on them. She knows Sam deserves someone who's honest and she can see that in Mercedes. It just really hurt.
One Saturday afternoon, Quinn was lying by Santana's poolside, fiddling with the ring on her hand as the 2 girls with her laid with her. She never stopped thinking about Sam since his walk out. She's pretty sure she still has feelings for the boy and now that Finn broke up with her, she's sure she was just shocked that Finn had the nerve to dump her. Quinn realized after that that her just missed Finn but her heart isn't in it anymore. She's regretted the fact that she cheated on Sam and every night since Sam broke up with her, she kept thinking and thinking why she did it. She punished herself by always looking at Sam and now that he's with Mercedes, it hurt her twice as much because she never thought Sam could replace her. No one could deny that they, as Ken and Barbie, were perfect for each other and she screwed that up.
"Could you please stop thinking about Trouty Mouth?" Santana annoyingly says, not even bothering to look, from behind her sunglasses. "If you want him back, go for it."
"What? I'm not thinking of him," she spat out at Santana, denying her accusation.
The Latina just rolled her eyes at her best friend, "I'm Lebanese, not stupid."
"But that didn't stop you from taking him," Quinn exclaimed back, raising an eyebrow at the Latina.
"I thought we talked about this already," Santana replies. "I apologized for it. I'm with Britt now and nothing's stopping you."
"I thought you were going to fight for Sam when Santana took him from you," Brittany shares, pulling her sunglasses up and looking at the two. "I mean, you know, I would've with Santana but I was with Artie then." Santana blushed at this and neither girl noticed it.
"Come on, he's with Mercedes now," Quinn reasons out, sitting up to take a sip from her lemonade glass. "He deserves someone who won't cheat on him."
"Girl, if you say that shit one more time, Imma personally cut you," Santana replies snarkily. "Sam's obviously still in love with you, you moron."
"Santana's right, Quinn," Brittany supports. "I've seen the way he's looked at you. Well, not now because I haven't seen him ever since he and Mercedes officially dated but you know what I mean. I'm dumb, not stupid."
"It's just not gonna happen anymore," the blonde in topic replies. "I've clearly pointed out that nothing's going on between us when the club went all TMZ on him."
"Still worth the shot, Tubbers," Santana replied, receiving an annoyed glance from Quinn.
It wasn't long before they were filling out their college forms. Pretty much everyone had an unspoken agreement to have Ohio State University as his or her safe colleges. Quinn was deciding on interior design, english or culinary arts as her program at NYU, Sarah Lawrence or Culinary Institute of America. Sam was thinking of going to Parson's, Pratt or the Art Institute of New York with either a graphic design or film studies track. Santana was filling out applications for Rutgers and Carnegie Mellon for a journalism or entertainment industry management program. Surprisingly, Brittany applied for fashion and advertising arts at Parson's and FIT New York. Finn and Puck had some football offers that isn't exactly secure from Drexel and CSU with Finn deciding upon business administration or geography (because he doesn't know anything he's good at but maps) and Puck with music or economics. Kurt, Rachel and Mercedes all applied for Tisch at NYU, AMDA, Baltimore School of the Arts and Juilliard for music. Artie, being the smartest of them all, decided to try his Ivy League luck at Princeton, Carnegie Mellon and USC for either an architecture track or a mathematics track. Tina and Mike both applied for Rutgers but Tina also applied for NYU, thinking about taking interior design or psychology and computer science or pre-law respectively. It's been such a blur and all of them were working extra hard for college. They know it has to be taken seriously.
Time went by fast. They've finally won the Nationals, beating out Vocal Adrenaline because non of their two previous power voices were there. They were finally a celebrity in the eyes of some McKinley High students but the slushies never fully stopped. Everyone had their fair share except the Unholy Trinity, Puck and Zizes. Right now, they're wearing red robes in the field, waiting for their graduation ceremony to end. Quinn, Artie, and Tina were all wearing yellow sashes upon their shoulders, signifying an honors position but Artie graduated with the valedictory honor.
"Let's give our hands to our class Salutatorians, a first in William McKinley high," Principal Figgins said to the mic. The two girls stood up for their cue. "Lucy Quinn Fabray and Tina Cohen-Chang." Everyone cheered and applauded as the two walked up the stage to claim their diplomas and then Artie was called for his diploma and his speech.
After the graduation, everyone went to Puck's after-grad party. Pretty much the entire senior class of McKinley was there. The glee club was by the poolside hanging out together, sharing stories and decisions over college. In the end, they all found out where they were going. Quinn has decided for a culinary track as her love for cooking has remained stronger than her love for literature; Sam went for a graphics design program at Parson's seeing as he can't afford film school at the moment, a surprised Santana accepted Carnegie Mellon's journalism offer, Brittany, much to Santana's dismay, chose FIT New York for a fashion program, Tina and Mike planned their lives out in Rutgers respectively taking a psychology and pre-law track, Finn took Drexel's football offer and a business study program, Puck went to decide for the west coast's California State University with an economics studies in mind and a football scholarship in his pocket, while Artie decided on Princeton for his architecture program. Kurt, Rachel and Mercedes were surprisingly split up in all three schools, AMDA, Juilliard and Tisch respectively. However, Rachel, being Rachel got accepted to Tisch and Baltimore as well so she's still trying to decide where to head at.
It's been 3 years since they last saw each other completely. After that summer vacation, everyone moved out to their respective schools, promising to stay in touch every now and then. Not all of them have fulfilled their part loyally but it was understood that college was hell. Santana, Brittany, and surprisingly Tina, kept in touch with Quinn, either of the 3 calling her every other day. Puck and Mike kept in touch Sam seeing as it's only him they find cool enough to contact. Not even Finn.
It was a stormy night when Quinn's car broke down in front of a row of apartments. Her luck ran out when her phone's battery died. She saw from her peripheral vision that someone was looking out to her from their apartment windows, wondering why a car was stuck in front of the place. She ignored it and just decided to let the storm pass and call someone in the morning. She was about to squeeze herself to the backseat when she heard a knock on the window. Some guy held an umbrella and a flashlight and Quinn thought it was some maniac and ignored him, double-checking the lock on her doors in the process.
"Do you need help?" Came the sound from the outside. It was a friendly voice. The guy shone the light on the backseat windows and Quinn waved her hand frantically to shoo him away and to cover her eyes. She couldn't see the guy because he was practically blinding her with the flashlight. The guy crouched a bit, squinting his eyes to get a better look until he spoke loud enough for her to hear, "Quinn?"
"Here," Sam said, handing Quinn a blanket as Quinn took a sip from her hot chocolate. "I could call a mechanic tomorrow to fix your car."
"Thank you," Quinn mumbled. The storm just went harder and thunder struck every now and then. It was unusual for New York to have this terrifying kind of weather. "I'm sorry I shooed you away earlier."
Sam smiled, standing up to turn the heater up. "It's alright. I would've done the same thing. It's a good thing I recognized you and your blond hair." He chuckled and they both shared a smile.
"Thanks again," Quinn said, setting down the mug and wrapping herself up in the blanket. "I never knew exactly where you lived. I just know we're both in New York and all." After the summer, they never really talked much as he was too busy with Mercedes and Quinn was too busy trying to get over him. They all knew where each other went but neither gave each other's exact location.
"It's fine," he grinned. "Wait a sec." Sam stood up and headed upstairs and Quinn looked around Sam's loft. It was a two-storey apartment that had one bedroom and a bath. The walls were crimson red and off-white carpets covered the floor. There were several small spotlights at the corner and a big lamp beside the staircase. There was a black leather couch in front of a TV set and a glass table in the middle. Under the staircase was a cupboard where Sam's gym stuff and stocks were kept and near that were the kitchen and the dining table. It was pretty obvious that Sam lived alone. It felt so homey to Quinn. There was a series of cabinets installed above the small range, a dishwasher and sink, a fridge big enough for one person to survive living alone and a 4-seater dining table across it. Upstairs is where Sam's bedroom is and a bath. She smiled at how clean the place was. Sam may be a guy but he knows how to keep his loft clean. She admired how different Sam was from other guys.
"Quinn," she heard Sam speak and she was bolted out of her trance. "Do you want o head to bed? It's pretty late." It was about 30 minutes past 11 in the evening but the weather made them feel like it's later. "You can go upstairs in my bed. I just changed the sheets. I could sleep in the couch."
Quinn shook her head, "No, no. It's okay. I'll take the couch. It's your apartment. You shouldn't be sleeping in a couch!" He chuckled at her and shook his head.
"Come on, Quinn. I still know you. I know how much leather couches make you feel," he replied. Quinn repressed a smile, her heart fluttering at the fact that Sam still remembers some small details about her even when they were together just for a while. When Sam didn't get an immediate respond, he said, "Tell you what. Why don't we watch some TV until we get tired? You know, so you don't get bored and stuff."
Quinn nodded in agreement. Sam went to open the TV and flicked the channels, pausing for a bit every once in a while to see if Quinn was interested. The girl's thought seemed astray but he didn't mind. It was a bit awkward for him to accommodate the first girl (and the only girl) who broke his heart. He built the courage to break the ice, "So what were you doing in my area?"
"Oh, well. Um, I just got off from my duty," she replied, Sam nodded, wordlessly telling her to continue. "I'm an intern for that fine dining restaurant by 9th. We closed up a bit late because some Broadway people were having a meeting. Then, I stopped by the laundry place to pick up my stuff."
"Cool," Sam replied. "How's culinary school doing for you?"
"It's really good," Quinn smiled as she brushed a hair off her face. "My mentors say I have potential so I wouldn't be interning where I am now without them. And you?"
"Still a graphics student," Sam shared, gesturing to some magazines that were arranged on the small shelf by the TV. "Took an advertising track as well. I'm also a part-time graphics freelancer for this new advertising firm. It's pretty cool I get to work from home so I don't have to pay traveling back and forth."
"Good for you. You have a really good place here, Sam," Quinn added, indicating his apartment, which made Sam smile. "My place is kinda smaller what with the fact that I have a roommate."
"This was actually my mom's second cousin's old apartment. They know the owner so we got a pretty good discount. The ones they offer at school was far too expensive," Sam replied.
"At least you have a discount," Quinn answered, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm barely making ends meet and I'm pretty lucky they let us do work at school to get some tuition discounts but I still have loans to pay afterwards. I'm actually looking for another part-time job just so I can have some extra cash. I'm just doing some barista stuff at Coffee Bean for like 25 hours a week."
"That's nice. I'll let you know if I see one," Sam offered and Quinn smiled. "I'm trying to make ends meet as well for the loans and rental and food." Sam knew that Quinn knew the financial state of their family. Ever since his dad lost his job, he was lucky enough to get in to Parson's with a quarter of tuition's discount. His dad found something stable that promised to help Sam with a quarter more of his tuition if he accepts a job offer from the company after he graduates. He had no other choice but to say yes. Fortunately, his family started getting back on track. They weren't as well off as they did before but it was loads better now.
"Why don't you apply for a scholarship?" Quinn suggested, her eyes flicking on to the news that was currently on. They were forecasting a 3-day storm that would not stop and advised people to go home as soon as possible.
"I've slashed half of it off through my dad's office and my application back then," Sam started to say, watching the news as well. "I'm just waiting for the end of the month to be eligible for a scholarship presentation so I could get in free until I graduate."
Quinn asked, "What's a scholarship presentation?"
"It's like a thesis but I've got to showcase my best works in various fields of design," Sam explained, his hands gesturing. "I have to show about 15 designs, they ask questions why I did the thing like that, I've got to answer them perfectly. They decide whether or not I'm worthy and then they let me know if I'm eligible for free schooling."
"Wow, that's really awesome, Sam," Quinn replied, genuinely happy for the guy. "You'd be great. I know once you put your mind into things, you really go for it." Just as she stopped talking, Sam's phone went off.
"Hold on a sec," he told Quinn, taking the phone out form his pocket and Quinn just let him go and took the remote. Sam stood up and headed to the kitchen for privacy. It felt like as if nothing happened. They were talking like she hasn't ignored the guy for nearly 3 years. She feels like she's fallen into a comfortable friendship with Sam right away but she wasn't sure if she should ask about it.
"Hey, babe," she heard Sam say in to the phone. Surprisingly, her heart jolted. It feels like some icy knife was suddenly slashed into her throat. A couple of minutes later, she was watching some One Tree Hill reruns when Sam reentered the living room.
"Sorry about that," Quinn shrugged as if saying it's fine.
"So, how are you and Mercedes? I haven't heard from you all in a while," Quinn said after some silence.
"Mercedes?" He said incredulously. "We broke up like after the first term of college, Quinn." Quinn looked shocked at the revelation. She thought anyone would've shared that information with her but then again, why would they? She and Sam had no business with each other anymore.
"I should've told you," Sam muttered, sensing the shock on Quinn's face.
"What? It's fine. You didn't really need to tell me that," Quinn replied quietly.
Nothing's going on between you and Sam. Nothing anymore.
A few more minutes later, Sam yawned and Quinn noticed. His eyes became watery and he stood up and took his laptop from his small workstation. "Do you want to go online?" He offered. Quinn was pretty sure she had to check her emails and Facebook for any announcement on her class. Her phone died and she has no way of contacting any of her friends.
"Yeah, can I?" she replied. "I've got to check my school mail and let my roommate know where I am. She might freak out." Sam nodded and opened his laptop. Quinn found out later on that all of her classes the next day were suspended as her school was warned about the nonstop storm. Sam did the same but he still had classes, which was really ridiculous.
He shut his laptop, "Well, I've classes tomorrow. You can stay here until the storm dies down, or at least until it calms down."
"You're school is inconsiderate," she remarked and they both laughed. "It's freaking storming. They expect you to still go?"
"Probably something about rain inspiration and crap," Sam suggested. "Don't worry, I can keep you company until before lunch. My classes don't start until 1. Maybe I could try some of your amazing cooking skills." He grinned.
Quinn shook her head, smiling at the boy in front of her. It's been years but he never fails to send butterflies in her stomach. She never admitted it to herself that she was over Sam, she thought time will let her heal but instead, she saw Sam again. She expected constant awkwardness, trying to go back to the way they were before things fell out of place but Sam was amazing enough to not make things awkward. He sure knows how to break the ice really well even after 3 years of no communication. "Sure. It's the least I can do after you've been so hospitable to me."
Sam woke up to the sound of someone cooking. He insisted he take the couch until Quinn gave in. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, taking the blanket off of him. "Good morning, Sam." She said as she saw him awake.
"Good morning to you too," Sam greeted back. "Smells good. Knew I could count on you." They shared a smile and Sam headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. It was around 8 in the morning and it was still bed weather. He went downstairs afterwards to Quinn setting the food up. He has his phone tuck in his shoulders and left ear as he took his jacket off the rack.
"Okay, I'll be there," he muttered and hung up. "Quinn," he said. "I'll just pick up Cali at the corner store. I told her we should have breakfast together, is that okay? Is there enough food or do I need to grab something?"
Quinn was shocked. She thought she and Sam were gonna share some breakfast together but that was just wishful thinking. She shouldn't even be thinking of things like that because she and Sam were over and it's been 3 years and she should just let go of him. "It's fine. Although, you should do some grocery shopping already. I cleaned up your fridge." She smiled and the boy nodded and headed out with an umbrella in hand. Quinn started on making some French toast she learned and it was not the regular French toast. There were some tomato omelette, some honeyed bacon, strawberry waffles and some brewed coffee (which she kept a stack of her favorite brand in her car.)
A few minutes later, the door opened revealing Sam and Cali. Cali had long brunette and had a physique like Santana except she was American-Italian. She had well defined eyes that really looked a bit Natalie Portman's. She wore a pair of leather boots, jeans a big fluffy sky blue jacket and a loose fitting shirt inside. She took off her jacket and hung it as Sam did. They approached Quinn who was reading a magazine at the table.
"Hey Quinn," Sam said and Quinn smiled at the two. "This is Cali, my girlfriend." Her smile almost faltered from the mention of Sam's girlfriend. She was such an amazing actress. "Cali, this is Quinn. We went to high school together."
"Hey," Cali said, holding out her hand. "Sam says you make awesome breakfast because you're a culinary student. I think that's awesome."
Quinn shook her hand, "Hey, thanks." She smiled. It's quite impossible not to like this Cali girl. She emitted some kind of positive vibe, not kind of like Rachel-optimistic but just all-around, general optimism. They sat down and began to eat. Sam and Cali both commented how Quinn made such simple breakfast taste better. Even Cali had to admit she can cook but she can't make things simple to taste so perfect. Quinn had to smile at that one and genuinely, she was thankful that she got different feedbacks.
"So how did you know Sam?" Cali asked. Quinn thought she was pretty confident and not the jealous type. If she were in Cali's place, she would've freaked out knowing that her boyfriend's ex stayed the night and made breakfast for them.
"Oh well, like he said, we went to the same high school," Quinn shared, eyeing Sam who seemed to just eat his toasts like there's no tomorrow. "We were in Glee club together too and we hung out a lot when-" she felt someone bump her shin. She eyed Sam, sensing that Sam hadn't exactly been honest with Cali as to who she was. "When we were in the club. We were always paired for dance numbers because we're both blondes and the club thought we looked like Barbie and Ken." Cali laughed. She shared about how Sam told her he was in Glee in high school and all that. They finished eating and Sam cleaned up the dishes and promised to call a mechanic afterwards for Quinn's car while Cali fixed Sam's beddings on the couch and Quinn charged her phone so she could contact people. In all truth, Quinn can't help but like Cali. She was sweet, not the jealous type, pretty, thoughtful (she cleaned up Sam's face after the boy dripped some syrup on his chin) and all around nice. It was really hard not to like her. Cali was thoroughly and honestly informed of what happened last night so she wasn't surprised. What Cali didn't know was that Quinn was Sam's first love. Oh boy.
A/N: I'm starting this off slow just so you get the ideas of what happened to both of them. I felt it was necessary so readers know where each and everyone are and how they are. Like I said, Glee ain't mine. If it was, Fabrevans would've never broken up, Puck would've kicked Finn's ass and dated Rachel, and Karofsky would've been outed by Brittana together.