AN- I KNOW, I'm still doing two other stories but this just came to mind so…oh wellity ;) Consists of 2 friendship groups…Rachel/Quinn/Kurt/Brittany/Santana and Puck/Sam/Finn/Katie (She is a character I made up….read 'Can we have what we had before', I like writing for her so if you don't like it…guess what? Stop reading :p!) Live in LA…ENJOYY

"Dude, this is not my scene lets just go" exclaimed an infuriated Sam. The mix of the irritatingly loud music and seeing the girl he had being eying up wonder off with some jackass in a suit. Puck had spent hours trying to get him to come out in the first place. They were doctors, residents to be precise but they did have a doctorate. Sam worked so hard and well, Puck was worried that his hair was going to fall out…or maybe it was just all the lemon juice he put in there.

"Come on Sam, just have another shot and go over to…" he scanned the crowded area to spot any girl that was hot….too fat…to thin…to weird fashion sense…to taken…ah bingo.

"...that Blondie next to the gay dude"

Sam's head stretched up and across the room he saw the most, gorgeous girl in the world. Beautiful hazel/green eyes radiating the room, making the laser lighted room to seem plain and shady. She was wearing a white dress showing off her innocent side, making her be angelic despite it's tight nature. She was, needless to say, flawless.

He gulped heavily and grasped the shot glass like he used to grasp a football. He knocked back his head making sure every last drop of vodka entered his blood stream.

"If I'm gonna do this" he whispered whilst squirming at the sharp taste of the drink "Then you're going too…never know, you might have a shot with the guy" He smirked as Puck slapped him across the chest.

The twosome ambled over to the select 3, as they got closer, Puck noticed a Latina that had been shielded by the pillar that they were sitting by. He tugged on his collar and started to get his swagger on.

"Evening ladies" he mused over his cocky grin. The Latina immediately straightened up and returned the grin.

"Evening Mohawk, came for some hairstyle advice?"

He scoffed and slid next to her on the sofa, sneaking his arm around her shoulder blades and tracing small circles on her shoulder, "Nah me and my boy here…came to speak to you gals"

The other three had no idea that a certain bottle blond boy had been hovering over their seating area for a while now.

"Uh-hi…I'm Sam" He shuffled awkwardly and gave a death glare to Puck who was now making out with the Latina.

"Um, well then there's that….hi I'm Kurt and I'm off to the bathroom" He picked himself off but not before winking at Quinn.

"Maybe, I should go to get some drinks" she padded off the sofa and snaked through the crowd of rowdy dancers.

He followed her, quickly, zooming in between people trying to find a quicker route to where she was going.

"So, um, you never told me you're name" He tried leaning on the bar nonchalantly, but it just made him look like a douche, causing her to raise her eyebrow at him.

"My name's Quinn" she smiled at him, making her bitchy facade to melt off, "And you're still Sam I'm guessing"

He returned her smile, quickly swooping in with a five dollar note just as she was about to pay. He tossed it to the bartender and collected her drinks. She just shook her head giggling and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly

"I see you're not cheap either" she teased.

"Least I could do". There was an awkward silence between the two until, in a desperate attempt to woo her, he blurted out…

"I'm a doctor…I save peoples lives"

Most girls, would just walk away, but she started with a fit of giggles, scraping back a loose piece of hair that had crept out from behind her ear, "Thanks for the definition"

"Yea, that came out wrong…it sounded more impressive in my head"

"No, it is…I admire doctors" She titled her head exposing the side of her neck to him. He could have died.

"You mean admire like a sympathetic kiss on the cheek at the end of the night?" he inquired a little too forwardly.

"Depends on how many lives you save that night" She giggled back twirling the ends of her hair.

"What do you do?"

"You have to find out next time" And with that she scooped up the shot glasses on the bar and spun on her heels in order to head back.

She left so quickly she let a little Quinn shaped cloud of air behind, much like in a cartoon. Why the hell is she so mysterious? So intriguing? Lets just say…that was not the last time he saw her…