A/N: Hi! :) This is my first fanfiction, (like, ever). I'm really new at this, so if I ever do something wrong, or there's a problem, please tell me! I decided to write a Sam & Quinn fanfiction because they're my FAVORITE couple on Glee. And I know they're not together anymore...but a girl can dream, right? So please review, for I will be very happy if you do. (It will be the first time I get reviews!) Please just tell me what you think about my story, because I'm really curious about it...(: Oh, and P.S.: English is not my first language, so there may be some stuffs that doesn't sound right, or doesn't make sense. Please let me know if there is! By the way, sorry for making this really long author note, I got a little carried away. ;p Thank you for taking the time to read my fanfic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of its characters. It would be too much of a work anyway. Though Sam & Quinn would still be together...

It's summer. Finally. As much as I like school(...in a way), I was relieved when the final bell rang, pointing out the end of school and the start of summer. Goodbye to classes and a whole lot of drama, and hello to the sun and a whole lot of freedom... And so summer vacation started. I left my empty locker behind and went back home, looking forward to the summer that was ahead of me. I am now in my comfy bed, where I just woke up, thinking about all of the things I will do during these two months of freedom.

Okay, enough lazing in bed and just thinking about summer. I gotta wake up!

I lie in my bed a few more seconds before I think: Hum, I should go buy a frappuccino, it's been a while. Man, I missed getting one of those every now and then... Okay, okay, I'm getting up.

And so I wake up, wash myself, put on a simple summer dress (without the usual cardigan) and grab my small purse, headed for the coffee shop down the block. Since it's close by, I decide to walk under the sun, satisfied about the perfect temperature on this first day of summer.

Gosh, it feels so good to just walk under the sun and feel the sweet summer breeze. I missed simply walking around without any troubles above my head, getting a fresh frappuccino. ...I love summer.

I finally arrive in front of the coffee shop, open the familiar door where it's written «Push», and...freeze, as I recognize, in about 5 meters from me, a very familiar, tall, blond guy: ...Sam. Weirdly, the sight of him brings me a bunch of flashes and memories of our...previous relationship, which makes me a bit uncomfortable. But it isn't the sight of the guy I use to date that makes me nail on the spot. It's the sight of his hand, holding another girl's hand. A girl that I very much know; ...Mercedes.

I stay on that very same spot, still holding the door, for about a minute, chocked. Not even the fact that someone's actually trying to come in the shop makes me move. My mind is totally blank. Empty. And then, as if someone turned on a switch, a flow of confused thoughts all mixed up rushes in my mind. Too many thoughts, actually, that I can't seem to focus on one to truly understand any of them. Lost and confused about what's happening to me, I turn around and run as fast as I possibly can to my house, forgetting all about my so desired frappuccino. (And finally letting that person behind me get in the coffee shop.) I run, run, run, barely thinking about what's around me. I don't even give a thought at all the heads turning when I run by. As I arrive in my house and run up in my room, a little part of my brain that isn't invaded by a flow of thoughts is grateful that my mom already left, leaving me alone in my house. I arrive in my room, breathless and slightly sweaty of running all the way from the coffee shop, and let myself fall on my bed.

...Wait, what just happened? Is the summer air somehow altering my brain or something? I mean, I saw Sam at a coffee shop. ...So? Okay, he was holding Mercedes' hand...But it doesn't necessarily mean they're dating... And even if they were, I wouldn't care. I shouldn't care. It's not like we're dating, or that I love him or anything. I was the reason we broke up in the first place. It was my fault. And anyway, he did date Santana after me. I didn't care that much then. Why am I so moved now? I...I guess I knew that nothing could really be serious with Santana...(?) But it could and probably will be with Mercedes. ...Not that I care. No, I really don't...

But as I think that, a new flow a mixed thoughts rushes through my mind. Gosh, I feel like my head is going to explode! And so, shaken, I instinctively take my iPod on my bedside table, put my earphones on and put the volume pretty loud, trying to cover my confused rush of thoughts. I eventually succeed (sort of) as I fall asleep on my bed again.

So, what did you think? (I know, it's mildly boring for now...But it is the first chapter...) Thank you for taking the time to read my first chapter (ever!) ! Oh, by the way, there's this little button called «Review this story» waiting for you. (: