It takes losing someone to know that you really love them. Out of all people Quinn Fabray knew that the most. She lost Sam, only to realize that he was the person she never should've let go. He was the one that kept her sane. He kept her going. And now he was back.
She knew of the brief Mercedes and Sam fling over the summer, but hell, that was nothing. Sam Evans, her Sam Evans, had given her a promise ring. That ring never left her. When they were dating, she had worn it, proudly on her finger, but now she wore it on a chain around her neck which she would hide under her shirt. She never had let him go, but the question was: had he?
She'd been having a rough year. Her life was going nowhere. Puck didn't understand she didn't want to be "his girl" as he called it. Rachel was so damn annoying always going on and on about she and Finn. But the biggest problem was with her. Sometimes, she just wanted to kill herself. She tried everything, from drugs to alcohol, but nothing worked. Her life was missing something. She had absolutely nothing.
Because of these hard times, Santana, Britney, and Quinn got closer than ever. Sure, she wasn't a Cheerio any more, but she still was popular, especially with the boys.
Earlier that morning, she had been walking down the hall, eager to find Santana. On the car ride to school, she had spilled a whole bottle of water on her chiffon blouse, and her bright, red, lacy bra was showing, forcing her to hold her textbooks in front of her chest. Santana always kept about ten pairs of clothes in her locker.
Finally, she saw Santana. "Hey Santana," Quinn said, "Do you have any extra clothes?"
"Why Q? You look fine to me."
She dropped the textbook. Annoyed she screamed, "Can't you see my red bra? Or do you need a closer look?"
Behind her, a group of ninth graders snickered. "Come here babe, I can't see," said some boy with dark brown hair who reminded her of someone. She couldn't think of whom, but he looked really familiar, even though she had never seen him before.
"Why don't you faggots get away from my girl?" shouted someone behind her. Someone grabbed her waist and pulled her around. It was Puck.
"God Puck," murmured Quinn, "I'm not a child." She wriggled out of his strong grip.
"Don't be stubborn Q." Puck grabbed waist again and. "I think you look hot right now." He nuzzled her neck and attempted to slide his hand under her shirt while Quinn tried to get away.
Santana slapped Puck's hand and yanked Quinn along with her. "Come on Quinn, let's go get you changed." She looked back at Puck angrily.
In the bathroom, Quinn thanked Santana, "God, Puck is so annoying." She looked down at the clothes Santana had laid out. "Do you have anything, um, less revealing?" she questioned.
"Nope. You know me. It's got to be slutty if Santana is going to wear it."
Quinn finally selected what she thought to be most appropriate which happened to be a super deep v-neck sleeveless black striped corset top and a super short pair of red shorts. And of course, to look Santana-esque, a faux-fur vest (also to cover up some bareness).
Santana whistled, "Bitch, you hot."
They walked out of the bathroom and immediately, a petite brunette jumped out.
"Rachel you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry Quinn! But more importantly, guess who is back at McKinley? Samuel Evans!"
"What!" yelled Quinn. She looked at Santana who just smiled. "Really?" her face immediately lit up.
"And guess what? He's trying to get Mercedes back! Isn't that just sweet?"
Quinn's face fell. The love of her life was back, but for another girl. Suddenly, she felt a bit of hope. "But Cedes is with-"
"Nope. She broke up with Shane. Samcedes! How cute!" Rachel skipped away.
"Um Quinn, I've got to go." Santana walked away to her locker.
How could this happen? She was done. Her life was over.
She walked away from her locker ignoring the whistles and stares and "looking sexy Quinn." She just wanted to run to a bathroom and hide. Suddenly, she bumped into someone. She looked up. His eyes. His deep green eyes.
"Oh my God Quinnie!" Sam embraced her in a hug. She blushed at being called that name. Only he called her that. Sam looked down at her boobs, which were pushed up by the corset. "Uh, you look different."
She turned an even darker shade of red. "These are Santana's clothes." Quinn looked at his eyes again. "Sam! I've missed you so much!" She quickly returned the hug and smiled. "How've you been? How's Stacy, Stevie, and the rest of your family?"
"They're great. Guess what? Logan came back from boarding school! He's coming here now. I'm so happy to have my brother back. Let me introduce you to him." He gestured for a boy, not just any boy, but the ninth grader who asked to look at her bra, and called him over. "Logan, this is Quinn, one of my best…. Uh…friends."
Quinn shuddered at the word "friend." She looked over at Logan. No wonder she recognized him. Sam had shown him multiple photos of him. They had the same hair, same swag, hell, they even had the same abs, seen from the outline of Logan's shirt. "I've seen we've already met, Logan," she said teasingly.
"Oh you have? That's great. Hey by the way, I'm having a party this weekend. The parents are taking the kids out to an amusement park this weekend, so it's just me and Logan. Hope you can come." He walked away smiling. Quickly, he turned around, "Oh and if you see Mercedes, tell her I'm looking for her." With that, Sam left her.
Quinn couldn't describe how it felt. Her heart was torn in two. If she continued on this way, Sam would know she hadn't moved on. She had to make him jealous.
She turned away, but noticed that Logan was still there. She bent down to fix her shoe and asked Logan, "What do you want?"
Swiftly, he pecked Quinn's cheek and ran away. "Hell yeah! I just kissed Quinn Fabray." Everyone looked at her and they were laughing.
Quinn smiled to herself. Logan reminded her of Sam a lot, though he was ten times more perverted. Finally, she came up with the perfect idea to make Sam jealous.