This is obviously AU, since in this story Sam never moved. Okay, so I'm a huge Fabrevans shipper, so this is pretty much where this came from, and I'm a huge Quinn fan and feel like pretty much everyone in her life beside Rachel has failed her. So I heard a rumor that there was a scene deleted from the episode New York where Quinn and Sam kissed again and Sam rejected her for Mercedes, so that is where the inspiration for this came from. Enjoy!

You stared in the mirror, fingers absentmindely running through your short pink hair. You had no idea how you had become this girl. You used to have everything. Now you had nothing. You used to be a beauty queen, now you were pretty much the exact opposite. You looked like trash, and your insides felt like it. You felt so numb.

You had gone back to Glee, but only because you couldn't handle Rachel bugging you anymore. Of course, you still spent most of your time with the Skanks. That was the only place you felt you belonged anymore. And the name was so true. You were a skank. You had short hair you had dyed pink, you wore a ton of makeup, you dressed in black clothes that revealed way too much skin... you were broken, torn up inside.

At first you couldn't remember how you had ended up this way, but then the memories began to come back.

You had stayed back in the hotel while the rest of the kids had gone out, since you had a bit of a headache and couldn't stand to see Finn being all disgusting and chasing after Rachel, and Sam had stayed behind too for some reason. You were resting on one of the beds, trying to get some rest.

Sam walked into the room just then. He had been on the main level in the gift shop before, and hadn't realized that he wasn't the only one who stayed behind.

"Oh, uh, hey, Quinn," he said awkwardly.

"Hey." You smiled sadly at him, sitting up on the bed. Your fingers sought the promise ring that hung on the gold chain around your neck. You always kept it there, close to your heart, literally and figuratively. Even though Sam had broken up with you (and rightfully so,) you couldn't bear to give it back. However, you always wore it so it was hidden by your clothing. You weren't sure if he would actually ask for you to give it back, but you were scared Sam might see you with it and realize he forgot to ask you to give it back. Whenever you were nervous or scared or sad or just really emotional, you unconciously went for it. It gave you comfort, reminded you that there HAD been a time when Sam loved you, and wasn't repulsed by the sound of your voice. You still loved him, and you regretted cheating on him every day of your life.

"So, um, how come you stayed behind?" he asked, shaking you out of your thoughts.

"Um... I, uh, don't feel well. What about you?"

"Same," he said, and then his eyes widened in surprise, and you realized too late that he had seen you with the ring around your neck.

"Oh... Sam..." however, his eyes weren't filled with anger, with outrage that you still had the nerve to keep his ring with you. In fact, he looked... happy?

"You still have it," he murmured, stepping closer. He sat beside you on the bed.

"Yeah." You nodded.

He grinned. You took a deep breath.

"Sam, I... I want you."

He nodded. "I want you too." He slowly leaned forward and kissed you.

You gasped, but kissed him back. A little moan escaped from your lips as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer. His fingers tangled themselves in your long blond hair, and you placed your hands on his shoulders.

You felt so overwhelmed with emotion. After he had broken up with you, you thought you would never be able to experience this again... to experience the joyful feeling you felt when he kissed you, when he touched you in that special loving way of his. But you were feeling it right now... and it was so much better than Finn's cold, unfeeling kisses and his constant attempts to cop a feel.

It felt like you guys had been kissing for a thousand years, and you felt like your brain was going to combust from lack of oxygen, but finally he pulled away, a confused look on his face. "I love you, Sam," you whispered. "I don't Finn, or Puck, or anyone. I want YOU."

"Quinn..." he shook his head. "I don't feel it."

"You don't feel what?" you asked desperately. "What's wrong? Did I forget to brush my teeth or something?" you quickly checked with your hand. Your breath smelled fine to you.

"There was a time when I was in love with you," he whispered. "I gave you everything I had, Quinn, and you threw it away. You cheated on me."

"And I'm SO sorry. I was just so confused and..."

"Quinn, I will always care about you. You were my first love. I do love you, Quinn, I do. But I'm not IN love with you."

"S-Sam! Please, we can talk this out..."

"There's nothing to talk about. Those sparks I felt when we used to make out in my tree house? I don't feel it anymore. Look, don't tell anyone this, because it's a secret, but me and Mercedes are going out."

"What?" you gasped, your heart dropping into your stomach. You jumped up.

"Quinn..."

"Save it for someone who cares, Evans," you snapped, running into the bathroom and locking the door. You collapsed to the freezing tile, a sobbing mess.

As much as you had tried to block that painful memory, you still remembered it, and suddenly it was all clear. Now you remembered how you had gotten to this point... it was all because of that painful afternoon with Sam Evans.
You missed the old Quinn, pretty, blond, perfect, unbroken. And you knew the only way to get back to your old self...

It was by winning him back again.

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