Sam licked his lips slowly as he put the final touches on his suprise for Quinn. Today was their one year anniversary and it had to be just right. After Sam graduated high school, he ended up in a college close to Yale and bam, he reconnected with Quinn once again. And it was like magic, just like the first time they were together. But the only difference this time was they were both older and knew, more or less, what they wanted from their lives. Thus leading them to one wonderful and amazing year together.

Quinn suddenly came walking in their small apartment and Sam jumped back like he hadn't been up to something. He heard her put the keys down on the table by the door and take her shoes off. Quinn always took her shoes off by the front door. The man walked to her and smiled, trying to act as normal as possible.

"What?" Quinn said as soon as she saw Sam's face.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he answered, his grin growing just a little more.

"Samuel Evans, do you really think I don't know that face by nowe? What are you up to?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Sam pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips slowly before pulling away and winking at her. He took her hand and led her into the small kitchen. Considering they were both still in college, they shared a small apartment and tried not to spend too much money.

"Sam..."

"I made you dinner...and roses...well there's only one for one year and I didn't make the roses..." Sam tended to go on and on when he was nervous.

But Quinn didn't let him go any farther. She walked straight up to him and wrapped her arms around him before placing her lips on his once more. This effectively shut Sam up. He melted into her and soon his strong arms were around her waist, pulling her as close to him as he possibly could. He never could get enough of Quinn.

Finally she pulled away out of breath and looked up into his eyes, hers sparkling with love. Quinn was crazy for Sam and he obviously felt the same. Sam would do anything for that blonde girl in his life.

"So? What do you think?"

"What do I think? I think...how did I get so lucky?"

Sam shook his head and said to her, "I am most definitely the lucky one, Quinn."

Needless to say, dinner was forgotten about until much later due to Quinn suddenly needing Sam in the shower. And in the bedroom. And other various places around their apartment.