Quinn grabbed her red purse and walked out the door without saying anything to her parents. They kind of had a hello/how was school relationship ever since the baby incident or as Quinn described it; biggest mistake of her life. She was taking her keys oout of her purse when she realized that a car was parked in her driveway. She paused, and squinted through the front windsheild to find a smiling sam.
Quinn walked up to his window and placed her hands on her hips, waiting for an explination.
He gave out a nervous laugh. "Good morning. My name is Sam Evans."
"I know who you are." Quinn said with no emotion.
"No. You dont. You know Same Evans, who was a jerk and tried to kiss you. Who you dont know is the real Sam Evans who is a gentleman and is politley asking to drive you to school.
Quinn sneaked a look at her car which was blocked and turned back to Sam. "And why should i allow you to drive me to school?"
Sam turned off all humor and sarcasm. "You shouldn't. But i think we both know you want to."
Quinn rasied her eyebrows. "Is that right? You know what I think? Becasue if that was so i dont think you would've made the mistake you did."
Sam freaked, realizing what he just said. "Okay, uh that came out really...wrong. What i meant is...you have no reason to get in this car, but i would be really thrilled if you would give me a second chance."
"Is that so?"
Sam nodded, and gave her a small, yet encouraging smile.
Quinn's eyes turned soft for a second but changed quickly back to ice. "Your blocking my car." With that she walked to her car and got in, waiting for sam to move his car."
Quinn closed her locker to find Rachel waiting for her.
"Good morning Quinn!" she smiled brightly, tiring Quinn out.
"What do you want Berry." Quinn started walking to class and as expected, rachel followed.
"So sam's a real cutey, huh?"
Quinn stopped and turned to rachel, pushing them into a corner. "What are you trying to say?'
"Well...you guys would make really good duet partners."
"So you want me to be his duet partner?"
Rachel shrugged.
"Well..." Quinn continued walking. "I'm sorry too burst your bubble, but the duet compition is off."
"What?" Rachel shreiked.
"I spoke to Mr. Shcuester and told him that becuase of the pairing that left me and sam to sing together an dthat i'm really uncomfortable. He understood the situation an di convinced him to use the breadstix tickets on him and Miss Pillsburry."
"Uh, Quinn you cant just do that! Everyone was really hyped about this competion and you just ruined it for everyone!"
Quinn stopped outside of her classroom and turned to Rachel. "This stupid glee compition is not that big a deal, and if you havn;t notiv=ced, Mr. Schu and Miss Pillsburry really like eachother."
"But Miss Pillsburry has a boyfriend!"
"Yeah, well that didn't seem to keep you away from finn a year ago did it?" With that she walked into her class, not feling the least bit guilty about the competition.
"Finn. We need to talk." Rachel grabbed Finn away from the vending machine and into a corner. "We need to get Sam and Quinn together."
"And why do we need to do that?" Finn asked.
"Because dating Quinn will make Sam popular. Then you become friends with Sam and we are on the top of the food chain; Slushy facial free."
"Well, why dont you just become friends with Quinn?"
Rachel snorted. "Yeah. I've tried that."
"Okay, so how are we going to get them together?"
"This weekend, my dads are out of town, so tonight I was thinking party. Then we can rig 7 minutes in heaven. They will come out of a closet in love. Who wouldn't love his huge lips?"
Finn gave Rachel a funny look.
"Not that yours aren't wonderful...just spread the word. Party at my placde. Seven."
(Glee Club)
Quinn walked in, finding everyone shoouting. Mr. Shuester had his head in his hand. Up to yell now was Santana. Everyone got quiet as Quinn walked in the room.
"Really Quinn? You just couldny sing a fricken song with Sam?" Santana yelled.
"Hey! Language!"
"Whatever ya'll. I aint even upset. I was really looking forward to seeing all your sad faces when i won."
"Oh please. You all would've gone down." Britanny spoke up. "Artie and i would have totally rocked it, you know if we actually would've sang."
"I dont think annyone 9s more upset than i am." Rachel stated.
"Oh please. You wouldn;t have won, becasue you have a stick up your-"
"Okay! I really cant deal with you guys right now. I'll be backin five minutes with a new asignment."
He left and everyone was quiet. Quinn took a seat away from anyone else.
"So you guys heard about tonight right?" Rachel spoke up, quietly.
Everyone nodded.
"I'll be there." Brittany said.
"Oh Fine but there better be alchohol."
Slowly everyone else agreed that it could be alright.
"A yeah. I guess that could be cool...but i dont drink." Sam said.
Everyone turned to him shocked except Quinn of course.
"How do you live?" Santana ased him.
Sam shrugged. "I guess i dont know what i'm missing. I've never had a drink before."
"Well that's going to change tonight." Artie said, smiling.
Evenetually all heads turned to Quinn, who was on her phone texting who knows who.
"So are you coming?" Rachel asked.
Quinn didn't realize she was being talked to until a long silence stretched across the room. She looked up. "Oh, ami invited? Because i know it may be hard to even look at my face because someone lossed a free dinner at breadstix."
"Dont talk like that Quinn. Sure we mabe got a little worked up, but its not like your shunned or anything. Come on, you gotta come." Finn said.
Quinn looked up. "Do you guys remember the last party i attended? Do you remember what happened?"
Everyone was silent.
"What happened?"Sam asked.
Quinn glared at him, got upfrom her seat and stormed out of the room.
At her locker, she felt she was being followed and turned. Of course. Rachel.
"I'm not coming to your party rachel."
Rachel was silent and shrugged. "It wouldn't be a party without you."
Quinn gave a dark laugh.
"Look. If it is a guy that tryig to cross paths wiith you, i'm pretty sure that that is not going to happen since Puckk. Nobody would have the nerve. Just come. Pease."
Quinn sighed. "It's not that I'm worried about."
"It's Sam isn't it?"
Quinn looked at her, without saying anything.
"Look. You heard him. hes never had a drink before and he isn;t the tyoe of guy to repeat a mistake."
"Really? And why do you think that?"
"Just the way he seems so cautious around you now."
Quinn nodded, thinking. "Okay. I'l go to your stupid party, but the second things get outta hand, which they will, i'm out."
Rachel nodded. "Perfect."
Quinn rang the doorbell hesitantly. It was 7:35 and she could tell the party was in full swing. The door swung open immediatley by rachel.
"Hey Quinn!" Rachel yelled a little too loudly. "How are you? I'm fine, t5hanks for asking! You ashould come in!"
Quinn gave her a small smile and took a step in. Rachel slammed the door and Quinn had to jump out of the way, or she would've gotten crushed by the door. She found sam sittin in a corner on his phone. He was sober an dshe smiled.
"The gang is all here!"Rachel screamed.
Everyone else cheered like a bunch of drunken teenagers, which they were. Quinn took a seat on a rocking chair, observing everyone. Rachel, Finn, Artie, Tina, and Mike were danceing to Dont you want me baby and screaming the lyrics at the top of there lungs. Brittany and Mike were making out in a corner. Mercedes and Kurt were laughing at nothing and Brittany fell asleep on a couch. The doorbell rag again and rachel looked worried...everyone did. Poice?
Rachel opened the door and there stood Puck. "did i here that berry has a party going on? Everyone cheered, and Puck joined the dancing group, dancing a little over the top with rachel, a drink already in his hand. Finn lookd mad but too drunk to say anything.
Quinns phone buzzed. New text message.
Sam: Hey
Quinn looked up at Sam who smiled sheepishly at her.
Quinn: Hello. Wat do u think othe prty
Sam: never been to anything like it. Kinda scared.
Quinn laughed at this in her mind, but turned her phone off. She didn't come here to text or talk with Sam. Out of the corner of hr ee she saw sam looking like he just got his heart broken...oh well.
Rachel dragged Finn into the kitchen. "7 minutes in heaven?"
Finn shook his head. "This aint gonna work. There is no way Quinn will go anywhere near puck in the closet if she's sober. We gotta get her drunk."
"That's going to be hard."
Finn shook his head. "I gotta plan. Jst trust me okayy?"
Rachel nodded and followed him back into the living room.
"Hey Sam! I think it's time, man." he held up a drink. Rachel looked at Finn, confused.
"Oh, uh, i'm not so sure man."
"Oh, what do we gotta do to get you to down this shot?"
Everyone was looking at Sam.
"Quinn's gotta have a shot along with me."
Quinn looked up from her doodles. "No, no and no." She stood up. "I cannot believe you would even have the nerve to think something like that Evans."
Everyone was quiet and the pumping music seemed like it was off.
"Oh, do you not drink?" Sam asked.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Of course I do."
"REally? Yu just didn't seem like the kind f girl to hae fun."
Everyone got was Sam was doing. He was reeling her in. Heck, even Quinn knew what he was doing, but she couldn't help but get mad."
"Really? And what do i look like?"
Sam shrugged. "A girl with a stick stuck up her-" He stopped and stared at Quinn in shock.
She downed a shot and through the cup at him, then another and another...and another...and yet another. "Yu happy?"
Rachel smiled. "I say we play 7 minutes in heaven!"
10 minutes later everyone was gathered in a circle, with the rigged top hat in the middle. Quinn was laughing aat everything, now full out drunk. Rachel picked out of the hat, acting shocked.
"Quinn and Sam."
Quinn looked up, breaking slightly through her haze of drunkness. She looked at Sam, looking confused. Sam looked back and shrugged. Everyone else was quiet, waiting to see what would happen.
Quinn stood up and whispered in Sam's ear. "The hat has spoken." She giggled and Sam looked hesitantly at the closet.
Inside the closet Quinn launched herself at Sams huge lips but he held her away from him.
"What are you going Sam? Dont you want to kiss me?" Quinn asked moving towards him.
Sam sighed. "I do. You have no idea how much i want to, but not like this."
"No liie wha?" Quinn slurred, stepping towards him again.
Sam took a step back and was now against the wall. "Not when your drunk. Not when you'll regret it in the morning."
Quinn looked hurt and took a step back. "Fine! You know, i finally get you what you want and you push me away! Well let me tell you Sam Evans, i dont do hard to get."
She stormed out of the closet, and grabbed her things. Everyone watched stunned. "Mr. Evans in there thinks I'm not good enough for him!"
Sam walked out, looking at the floor.
"Oh, hey Sam! You know, at first i thought you were a really sweet guy, but you're even worse than puck! At least puck made it clear what he wanted. You just change your mind and toss me away like an old toy! Mr. Evans have a nice life." She walked out the front door, and slammed the door behind her, making the house shake.
"What happened man?"Puck asked.
Sam shrugged. "I wouldn't kiss her."
"Excuse me?" Rachel said. "First you try to kiss her and when she decides to give you what you want oyu push her away? What is wrong with you? Now you huys are nevr gonna get together!"
Everyone raised their eyes at Rachel and turned back to Sam waiting for an explination.
Sam sighed and sat back in the circle. "I wanted to kiss her. You guys have no idea, but not when she's drunk and will regret it in the morning."
Everyone nodded understandingly, but rachel seemed to think things through. "Okay, so you did something sweet. Thats good, because she may be mad now, but when she wakes up she will realize how relieved she is for you doing what you did and will maybe even llike you more than she did before this whole situation."
Once again, everyones eyebrows were raised.
"What?" Rahel asked.
Quinn woke up with a monster head ache and fully dressed on top of her bed. She looked around her room, waking herself up. Then last night events flashed through her head. She arrived, not drinking. That didn't last. She was drunk. 7 minutes in heaven...
"Sam and Quinn!"
Quinn shot up. "Oh my god." she muttered to herself over and over. What did i do? I cant remember anything! In this type of situation, she would call brittany, but she recaled her sleeping. Santana would probaby lie and the guys would hang up. That left Rachel
"Hello Quinn." Rachel mummbed into the phone.
"Rachel. I need you to be completley honest with me in the upcoming question."
"You and Sam didn't do anything in 7 minutes in heaven. You wanted to but he wouldn't because you were drunk and he knew you would regret it in the morning."
"Oh, um..."
"Is your question answered?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Now i am going to sleep." She hung up the phone.
Quinn stared at nothing, thinking things through, when she realized she hadn't hung up. She walked over to turn on her phone and found numerous messages. None from Sam, so she ddeleted everything. After a sigh, she texted Sam.
Quinn: Hey
less than 5 seonds later, he returned the text. Sam: Hey. Whats up?
Quinn: Thankyou
Sam: wat 4
Quinn:not kissin me
Sam: o no prob
Quinn: Y didnt u kiss me
Sam: I want u 2 kiss me wen u realize ur unconditional love for me. not at a drinkin party
Quinn: haha well thnx
Sam: no reesun 2 laugh i m serious
Quinn: okay sam
Sam: meet me at Lima Park in an hour
Quinn: wat?
Sam: if u dont show up i'll take the hint, but if u do...
Quinn didn't answer to that one. Ugh! Why does life have to be so hard? She had a ddecision to make and it wasn't easy. She needed to talk to Brittany. Although, she wasn't the brightest, she was always really wise in situations like these.
"Goodmorning. You are calling Brittany S. Pierce. How can i be of help?"
Quinn gave a sighed laugh. "Uh, hey Brittany. This is Quinn."
"Oh. Hello."
"Yeah. I kind of have a serious question to ask you."
"Oh. So you want to speak with wise brittany?"
Quinn laughed softly. "Yeah. I guess you could say that."
"Okay. Let me go get her."
"Wait. What? Where are you-"
"Good morning. This is wise Brittany. How can i help you?"
"Uh. Okay...Sam wants me to meet him at the park if i like him."
"Okay..well do you like him."
"Thats just it Britt. I dont know."
"Well. if you have to think about it, you should go. If you dont you will probably have regrets and what ifs."
"You think so?"
"Absoutley. Do you want to speak with Brittany again?"
"Um..." She hang up.
Quin hopped in the shower, anxious. She dressed in a pink and white floral skirt that stopped a couple inches above the knee; a white blouse tucked in unbuttoned enough to show a pink tank underneath. Her pink cardigan almost reached half way down her skirt and she finished the outfit with some one of her favorite pairs of wedges.
Her hair was straightened and she had on her usual light make up. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she pulled out her biggest flaws. She no lnger had that beautiful 6 pack, her front teeth were slightly crowded, and she could feel a zit forming on the uper left corner of her forehead. She sighed and went out the door.
Quinn arrived at the park 15 minutes later than Sam said. She found him with his head in his hands sittin on a bench. Quinn walked over, excited to see his face once he saw her. She wasn't dissappointed.
"Sam."she spoke and put a hand on his shoulder.
His head shot straight uo and a huge smile spread across his face. "Quinn. You're here. I-I didn't think you would come."
"Yeah well neither did i for while, but i didn;t want to create any more regrets than i already have" She took a seat next to Sam on the bench, keeping her distnace and he stayed planted in his pot, not wanting to burst his chances.
"So does this mean you like me?" Sam spoke up.
Quinn looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "I dont know yet. Maybe i could have, but i just feel hesitant around you all the time now. So, lets start off as...friends."
"That sounds good."
there was an awkward silence as they both stared absenlty at everything in the park.
"Do friends go to see movies together?"Sam asked, quietly playing with his hands.
Quinn smiled. "I guess if it was like a group thing, but i'm not going on a movie date with you Sam."
Sam laughed. "Alright alright."
"And i wouldn't be saying things like that to me. You could easily slip up and make me mad."
Quinn stood, gave him a small smile and held put her hand for him to take. He gave a confused, yet excited smileand took it.
"Swing with me?" Quinn asked him and led him to the swings.
They swung side by side, more of a calm swinging. Their feet were still trailing on the dirt. A girl started walking towards them. She was pretty; about a year older by the looks. She was easily 5'7'' and had long dark hair. She had amazing curves and had every head turning. Then she stopped in front of Sam.
Sam got off the swing with a huge smile and wrapped his arm around the girl. "Nikki! How are you? I havn't seen you since, well you know."
They pulled away and Nikki smiled. "I'm doing good! And Sam! You look...really good!"
"Ah, well. It's amazing what lifting a few waits can do."
Nikki laughed. "Oh, Sam. I really miss our movie nights. We should do it again sometime!"
Sam nodded right away. "Absolutley. Sounds fantastic. I really miss movie night."
"Me too. So much fun!"Nikki laughed again. "Well, i gotta get going. I start working at Fashion Loft today and i dont wanna be late. You still have my number?"
"Of course! Do you think I would delete it?"
Nikki shrugged. "You never know, but i'll text you tonight about detils for movie night!"
Sam nodded. "Yeah that would be great." They hugged one more time and she was off.
Sam sat back down in his seat in a daze, then remembered Quinn. He looked over to find her gone. Confused, he looked around the park to find her getting into her car. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but she was already in the car. He knocked on the glass and she rolled her eyes, but rolled down her window.
"What Sam." Sam could tell she had been crying and felt confused and panicky.
"Quinn. Whats wrong. Did I do somsthing wrong?"
Quinn just looked at him an dshook her head. "Are you really so clueless?"
Sam continued to look oblivious. to everything."I..."
Quinn turned her body towards him, quickly wiping a single tear away. "You dont just flirt with an amazingly beautiful girl, but make a date with her in front of me? Right after you tell me you want to be with me? So what? I tell you I want to grow our relationship through friendship and you just...just decide that isn;t good enough? Is that it Sam? Is friendship so bad that you have to get another girl in the meantime? Huh?"
Sam stod there speechless. "You-you mean, Nikki? You-Nikki-Me?"
Quinn raised her eyebrows. "Fine. Go on your stupid date and be with stupid Nikki. I'm sorry that i got in your way." Quinn started up her car and laid her hand on the button to close her window.
"No! Quinn no it's not what-it's not wh-what you think!" Sam struggled to get out, feeling Quinn slipping through his fingers. "That- I'm not dating Nikki! We aren't together at al like that and never will be! She's a cousin of mine!"
Quinn looked at him, confused. Then her eyes softened and her cheeks turned a light pink. She turned the car off and got out of the car, standing there awkwardly with her arms crossed across her chest. "I-" sigh. "I'm really sorry ,I just, I uh have to go, actually. I'm really sorry."
And she left, leaving Sam speechless and confused once again.
Quinn was laying on her bed, pretending to study for her upsoming biology test. Her parents were downstairs talking quietly. They do this all the time, bt because of the mistake Quinn made today, she fekt as if everyone was tlaking about how stupid she was. She was relieved to hear her phone buzzing from an incoming called, but was scared to find out who it was. What if it was Sam? She walked slowly to the phone, regretting every step but quickly answered it when she saw that it was Santana.
"Hello?" Quinn asked, sonding suurprisingly happy.
"Hey Miss Sunshine, what's with you?"
Quinn sadly laughed. She definatley wasn't a Miss Sunshine today, but decided to go along with it so nobody would suspect anything was wrong.