Author's Note: Hey! I really wanted to do a story about Quinn/Sam (do they have a nickname yet?), and so I decided to start this one. It's a series of one-shots (not connected, unless I specify) and it just deals with different aspects of their relationship. Enjoy!

Q+S

"I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right,
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry"

-Back to December, Taylor Swift

"Watch out!"

Quinn ducked the instant she heard the merciful warning yell, glancing up as the football smacked the spot she had previously been occupying with a light clunk!.

"Hey, sorry about that," a familiar voice said cheerfully, obviously oblivious to who he was apologizing to.

"It's okay," Quinn dismissed quietly. She turned around to face Sam, and was disheartened to see the ever-present smile slip off his face. It was only for a split second-someone who didn't know Sam as well as she did would have never noticed-but it was more than enough for her. "My, um, locker got the worst of it."

"That's good," he said with a nod, the grin back on his face (though it wasn't as genuine as a real Sam smile). "We'll be more careful. I guess I'll just see you in, um, glee club. Again, sorry."

"Would you stop that?"

Sam turned back around, surprised at Quinn's rare outburst. "Stop what?"

"Apologizing," she replied in an even softer tone than before. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"Quinn, you almost got clocked in the head with a football, you deserve an apology," he said matter-of-factly.

"No," she argued in an equally superior voice. "I don't deserve any apology, especially from you. But you deserve one from me."

"Quinn, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I do. You've been nothing but nice to me, and you were so supportive and helpful during my parents divorce. All I've ever done is take you for granted, and for that I am truly sorry."

Sam watched as tears slid down his ex-girlfriend's face. Instinctively, he reached over and enveloped her in a hug. "It's okay."

There they stood in the hallway, her crying and muttering "I'm sorry," over and over again, while he just held her in his arms. The broken couple, still very much in love.

* the next one-shot will be a lot happier, i promise. review please.