So this is the spawn of my disapproval for how the romances have been handled during the second part of the second season. I love Glee with all my heart, but I feel like Quinn, Finn, and Santana have been acting very out of character lately. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, and please review if you'd like me to continue it soon.

New Directions was a second family to all of its members, but not every member felt the deep connection with everyone else in the group. Occasionally, fallouts would happen within the club, but reconciliation usually came within a few weeks. Hell, Finn even forgave Quinn and Puck for the baby-that-wasn't-his-but-should-have-been incident, but not every relationship was repaired. It pained William Shuester to walk into the choir room everyday and see that Sam wouldn't meet Quinn's green, teary eyes, even though he knew he shouldn't feel sorry for the blonde girl. She had, after all, cheated on a boyfriend again, but he couldn't help but hope that the couple would reunite, or at least form a nice friendship.

Nobody ever guessed that Sam and Santana would become an item, not even Santana. The feisty Latina never thought the cute jock would have his arms around her. Really, she was just hoping for a couple steamy make out sessions and maybe even a few bangs. Hey, the boy was attractive, and she needed a leg up on Quinn. However, as time moved on, their relationship solidified into something more, something that had lasted high school. On the day of their graduation, they didn't say goodbye with tears, as they knew they'd both be going to Ohio State together. They'd picked out a nice apartment for the two of them to live in, and appeared to have it all figured out.

If you were inside their heads, however, you'd feel the doubt lacing their relationship. You'd feel the thrill that jolted through Santana's body whenever Brittany touched her. You'd feel the raw emotion tugging at Sam's heart every time he heard Quinn's name. But still, they stayed together through it all. They helped heal each other and ease the pain of their lives. They believed that they couldn't live without each other.

After graduation, none of the glee club members heard from Quinn for two years. Embarrassed by and disgusted with herself, she had fled to San Francisco State, not even bothering to tell anyone where she was going to college. Only her mother knew, and she didn't really care. Quinn was done with Lima, Ohio, and everything that she had done there. She vowed that she would never break another heart or hurt another soul, and felt she needed to runaway from those who she was prone to doing so to. The last thing she did in Ohio was pull out her yearbook and gently kiss the photograph of Sam Evans, letting her hot tears drop onto the paper.

She didn't realize that she loved Sam until it was too late. She figured it was karma for cruel and heartbreaking ways, and she claimed karma again when she proceeded to fall even more in love with him. She hated her damn insecurity and fear of getting broken, which lead her to break Sam. All for damn Finn Hudson. She never even loved him, despite what she had told him. She ruined the best thing that ever happened to her all for the sake of Sam not ruining it, and the only thing she had gotten out of it was a surge of hormones. Quinn Fabray hated herself.

Everyone from New Directions, heck, even Sam (but with Santana) tried to contract the blonde ex cheerleader, but nobody succeeded. Well, Santana did, but not for two years. It was a funny story really.

"Sam," Santana moaned, hastily popping out the buttons of her boyfriend's shirt, responding fiercely to his hand running up her leg. They were passionately lip locking on their living room couch, ignoring the low sound of their television.

Sam didn't respond with words, he just kept on hungrily pursuing Santana's lips, letting her push him back against the couch. He felt his shirt coming undone, but did nothing to stop it. He was used to this kind of thing with Santana. It was very different than anything he had done with Quinn. She was so careful and he would never push her toward such physical intimacy. Emotionally, he'd felt closer to Quinn than to Santana, but physically, they'd only been to first base. He'd by lying if he said he'd never had sex with Santana. Sex. He remembered wanting to go further with Quinn, but looking back on it, did it really matter? Maybe if he had focused more on-

"Sam? What's the matter? You got all soft and slow with your lady lips and I really need to get it on right now."

"What?"

Santana rolled her eyes, ready to bend over again and press her lips to the distracted boy, but caught something in his expression. Sighing, she leaned back against the opposite end of the couch.

"You're thinking about her," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Who's her?" he asked, averting his girlfriend's eyes.

"You know who I'm talking about. Her."

"Santana, Qu- we broke up years ago."

"That doesn't mean you still can't love her."

"She cheated on me."

"You can be in love with someone who cheats on you."

"We were sixteen."

"So were we when we met."

"Santana-

"You still love her," she said, but this time with conviction that reached into Sam, beckoning him to be honest.

"I still love Quinn Fabray, and I think I'm doomed to love her for the rest of my life."

"Aww, that's so sweet."

"You mean you're not mad?"

"At you? Hell no. I don't even love you, Evans. I am a little mad that we've wasted so much time with each other."

"I don't love you, either."

"Well… this is romantic."

"Sure is," chuckled the blonde, "I think it's the most romantic breakup I'll ever experience."

"Hey, before we breakup... do you wanna fuck one last time?"

"…Hell yes."