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Today was the day she was going do it. She was sing and play the guitar, thanks to him, even though he was miles away from her.


(Flashback, Motel Room)

It was a day after Finn and Rachel brought the guitar to him, and Sam was super excited. Both of them were watching Stevie and Stacey and Sam offered to teach Quinn how to play the guitar. "You put your hand there," Sam instructed talking her hand and leading it to the right position.

"Like this?" Quinn asked.

"Yes," Sam said, trying to avoid her eyes.

"Oh," Quinn said staring at her fingers, which were on the guitar.

Sam stared and her and then released her hand, then saying, "Trying singing and playing now."

"Okay," Quinn said. She started strumming the guitar and singing:

I'm so glad you made time to see me

How's life? Tell me, how's your family?

I haven't seen them in a while

You've been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

Your guard is up, and I know why

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

You gave me roses, and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to

December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December all the time

These days, I haven't been sleeping

Staying up, playing back myself leaving

When your birthday passed, and I didn't call

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughing from the passenger side

And realized I loved you in the fall

And then the cold came, the dark days

When fear crept into my mind

You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time

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

Maybe this is wishful thinking

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night

And I go back to December

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time, all the time

Quinn finished singing and looked up at Sam and asked, "How did that sound?"

"Perfect," Sam said, mesmerized by Quinn's voice. She stared at Sam and Sam stared at her. Everything changed when Sam leaned in. Quinn stared at him lean in. She didn't even bother to back away. She just waited for it to happen. Sam's lips first started on the base of her neck, leaving a hickey. His lips went up her neck and he kissed her cheek. Quinn was wondering when Sam would finally kiss her on the lips. After she thought that, Sam finally kissed her on the lips. The kiss was soft, but very passionate. When both finally broke away, they smiled and went outside, not disturbing Stacey and Stevie. They smiled at each other, both blushing and staring at their feet. When Quinn finally had enough courage to look up at him again, she said, "Do you want to help me again tomorrow in the auditorium?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam said, with the heat rising to his cheeks.

"Thanks," Quinn said coming in to hug him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Sam wrapped his arms around her waist. Quinn stood on her tippy-toes and put her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Iwishwecouldstaylikethisforever, Quinn thought. Sam nuzzled his face on her neck, and kissed the part the base of her neck where he left a hickey, very lightly. They broke apart and said their goodbyes to each other. While Quinn was driving, she regretted kissing Finn and losing her relationship with Sam.

(Next day, auditorium, still Flashback)

Quinn met Sam in the auditorium the next day, nervous about what she and Sam would do. When she walked in, he was already there on the stage, strumming a few chords. "Hey," he said nervously.

"Hi," Quinn answered back, in the same tone.

"So I think today, you should try singing Taylor Swift again," Sam suggested.

"Okay," Quinn said. Sam handed her the guitar and Quinn slung the guitar over her shoulder and started:

I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered

For just us to know

Told me you loved me

So why did you go away?

Away

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement

I ran off the plane

That July 9th

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

I can still feel your arms

But now I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is that

I don't know how to be something you miss

I never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

I do remember

The swing of your step

The life of the party, you're showing off again

And I roll my eyes and then

You pull me in

I'm not much for dancing

But for you I did

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something

There's not a day when I don't miss those rude interruptions

But now I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is that

I don't know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

Hope it's nice where you are

And I hope the sun shines

And it's a beautiful day

And something reminds you

You wish you had stayed

You can plan for a change in weather and time

But I never planned on you changing your mind

So I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is that

I don't know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss

Forever the name on my lips

Forever the name on my lips

Just like our last

Quinn stopped and Sam was already in front of her clapping.

"That was really good," Sam said, complimenting her.

"Thanks," Quinn smiled, blushing. Quinn was still looking at the floor and Sam cupped her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Lor menari," Sam muttered loud enough so Quinn could hear. Quinn fluttered her eyes shut, once she understood what it meant. Sam leaned in to kiss her, just like their kiss in the motel. Once their lips met, they forgot about everything else, except thinking only about each other, and feeling nuclear explosions.

Quinn didn't care if Finn found out about her kiss with Sam. They were too apart anyway; Finn cared too much about Rachel, even though she was with Puck. They were at the funeral and Finn was gripping her hand like crazy. Sam looked longingly at Finn and Quinn's interlaced hands, and Quinn was busy looking at Sam. Finn didn't seem to notice, but Santana did, and was grinning at Sam and Quinn. Once the funeral was over, Quinn and Sam stopped in the front of the entrance. Sam took her by the hand, and led her to an empty hallway. "What?" Quinn asked.
"You have to break up with Finn. I can't stand him being with you."

"I was planning to anyway, you don't have to worry," Quinn reassured him.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Quinn said calmly. Sam stared into her eyes and she stared into his. Sam held Quinn's hands, which made Quinn almost want to kiss him. Quinn and Sam were about to kiss, but Finn came and interrupted them. Sam released Quinn's hands, and Quinn was slightly disappointed. Finn said to her, "What are you doing here?"

Quinn looked at Sam and said to Finn, "I was asking him asking him about his siblings."

"Oh," Finn said, "Then come-on Quinn."

"You go ahead," Quinn said, "I have to say goodbye to Sam."

"Okay, I'll meet you at the truck," Finn said walking off, leaving the pair alone.

"I thought he would never leave," Sam said looking in the direction where Finn left.

"Don't worry, I'll break up with him." Quinn took his hands and looked into his eyes. He stared back at her and closed his eyes shut so he could kiss her. She did the same and leaned in to kiss him. They kissed and didn't know a certain brunette was watching.

Quinn was too depressed to think about the rest but she had to get down to business. She was going to sing, about him.

Quinn strummed the guitar and started:

There I was again tonight,

Forcing laughter, faking smiles,

Same old tired lonely place…

While Quinn was singing, Kurt was video-taping the whole thing for Sam. He was going to send it to him. Once Quinn finished, Kurt typed the message to Sam:

This is Quinn singing. This is about you. She loves you.

Kurt

Kurt was smiling after he sent it. Maybe Quinn could find her happily ever after, after all.