So this sort of my take on what should have happened between Quinn and Sam in the third season. This is no way intended to be Kurt bashing. He may come off as a little mean and rude in this, but Quinn should, too. I love Kurt, but sometimes he, Rachel, and Santana can be just as mean as Quinn, and they don't always get called out on it. I thought because Kurt and Quinn can both be bitches at times, the dynamic between them would be fun to explore in this story. So basically, if I over exaggerate Kurt in this, I'm sorry. The characters that I write the best are Quinn, Santana, Blaine, and Sam. Without further nonsensical mumbling, here is the first chapter!

"Quinn, please. Sure, you had a baby when you were sixteen, and you had a bad dye job for two weeks, but seriously? The world never stopped loving you. And you're going to Yale. You have no idea what Karofsky was struggling with."

"You have no idea what I have struggled with, Kurt."

"You chose to have sex and give your baby up! I didn't choose to be gay."

"Why am I the one always being called selfish when everything is always all about you? This isn't even your place to be, Kurt. You don't believe in God. Glee club is your safe place, this is mine. Don't come in here and attack me."

"Cat fight," mumbled Sam excitedly, earning a small smirk from Joe and a terrifying glare from Mercedes.

"Quinn Fabray is calling me selfish? You're such a hypocrite, Quinn!"

"Guys," interjected Mercedes in a loud huff, "stop it; this is about Karofsky and his family."

"You're right," murmured Quinn, "let's pray."

"Always the angel," sneered Kurt.

As soon as the words were out of Kurt's mouth, something inside of Quinn snapped. She didn't have to deal with this. She could pray elsewhere and God would still hear her prayers. Besides, her prayers would probably more meaningful if she wasn't wavering under the judgmental glare of Kurt Hummel. She rose from her seat, eyes stinging with tears, and rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut. She heard several people shout her name, but she didn't stop. She didn't stop when Brittany tried to high five her in the hallway. She didn't stop when Santana tried to go Lima Heights on her for rejecting her girlfriend's high five. She didn't stop when Mr. Shuester worriedly called her name out. She didn't stop until she was in the girls' bathroom that nobody ever used, so that she was sure she would be alone.

"Are you really going to make me come in there, Quinn?"

Cringing, Quinn turned on her heels, blinking back her tears to give the iciest glare she could muster to the blonde boy standing outside the doorway. His expression didn't falter in the slightest. In their time dating the previous year, Sam had learned how to handle the ex cheerleader. Still, she was not about to let him win this one. She wanted to be alone, and she was going to have her way. She took a step forward, steadied her slightly shaking frame, and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a strong and clear voice.

"I'm checking on you. You ran out of the god squad meeting pretty quickly. You okay?"

"Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine. You can go now."

"If you're fine then why did you hustle on out of there? I may be pretty, but I'm not dumb, at least, not when it comes to you," he said, half his mouth creeping up into a smile.

"Leave, Sam."

"You were moving pretty fast, Q, I'm not about to let that workout I just did go to waste."

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Please go away."

"You're shaking," he said quietly.

Cursing under her breath, she looked down and observed that she was quivering again, even more than she was before. Why was she getting so upset? She was already angry over her argument with another god squad member; she didn't need to be getting worked up over Sam. He just needed to leave. He was only making things worse. She took in a deep breath and tried to stop herself from shaking, but she only started to quake harder under the concerned gaze of her former boyfriend.

"Quinn…" he started, "you know what? Yolo!"

He quickly glanced to see if anyone was looking before stepping into the bathroom and moving closer to the girl leaning against the wall. Her short, golden hair was seeping into her eyes as she stared at the ground. Slowly, he put a tentative hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the contact.

"Don't touch me."

"Fair enough. Now what's got you so upset?"

"I'm fine."

"I'll touch you again if you don't start talking."

"Look Sam, I appreciate whatever emotion it is that is causing you to do this, but I don't need your pity" she yelled, her voice cracking on the last word. She sharply turned her head away from him, not wanting Sam to see her struggling with her emotions.

"I don't pity you, Quinn," he said calmly, "I love you."

Quinn cheated on him. She cheated on him and he loved her. Sure, he probably didn't mean it romantically, but he still loved her. Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth as the guilt washed over her. Maybe Kurt was right. Maybe the world did never stop loving her. Had she really been so dumb and blind?

"Stop it," she said softly.

"Stop what? Loving you?"

"Yes."

"You're impossible."

"Why don't you go discuss that with Kurt and leave me alone?"

"Quinn, he's really upset, I'm sure he didn't mean-

"He meant every word of it. Go."

"Quinn-

"Go away."

"Listen to me-

"Get away from me!" she screamed as tears started to roll down her cheeks. She furiously wiped at her eyes, hating herself more for every single second Sam saw her like this. At first, his eyes widened and he just stared at her. Then, for a split second, a look of contemplation was on his face. Suddenly, he stepped forward.

"Well, now I have to touch you."

She didn't have it in her to fight him off, but she didn't hug him back either. After a few minutes, she decided that his body was more comfortable to lean on than the wall. He smiled and rested his chin on her head. He had really missed her.