The first time he saw the blonde girl was on his first day at his new school, William McKinley Elementary School. He was from Nashville, Tennessee and his family just moved to Lima, Ohio. He didn't really like the thought of moving to a new school, especially since he's been making friends for the last two years. Now, he just needed to make new friends allover again. And he hated it.

His mother was taking him to the school with the car, which was really unnecessary since it was only a 10 minutes drive, they could only walk, but Mary was still a little insecure in the new town. When they arrived at school, he was trying his best to stall the time. He really didn't want to go to his new school. He just wanted to go back to Nashville.

He pretended not to hear his mom, calling for him, and just turned his attention to the window. And that was when he saw her.

In front of the school gate, there were lots of first graders. They were small and tiny (at eight years old, he thought he was a big kid already). Most of them were crying; they didn't want their parents to leave them. But this one blonde girl stole his attention.

She was a skinny and small girl with beautiful blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a pout decorating her face. She wasn't crying like the other first graders, but she was holding her mother's hand tightly, didn't really want to go to school too. Her mother appeared to persuade her to go inside, but the blonde girl just shook her head. He was sure that she was holding back some tears.

He then saw another tiny girl, this time a brunette. The brunette girl was crying but she went to the blonde girl and took her hand. Both girls' mother then encouraged the two to go in and they did go in.

"Sam, honey?" His mother placed a hand on his shoulder, making him turn. "What are you looking at? Are you ready to go in?"

He turned again to look at the blonde girl, but she already disappeared together with the brunette girl. He shook his head at his mother. "Nothing," he mumbled.

"Samuel? I know you hate this, but I'm sure you're going to make lots of new friends."

"Fine," he grumbled but then get off the car.

He met a new friend in his new class. They sat next to each other and they boy instantly introduced himself by the name of Finn, he was tall and a little bit big for a boy at his age.

"So, where do you live?" Finn asked when they walked towards the front gate.

"Couple of blocks away. That direction," Sam pointed.

"Cool! My house is that way too! Wanna walk home together?"

"Well, I want to, but I… um, my mom will picked me up with her car in a while."

Finn's eyed widened, "You ride a car? It's not that far!"

"I know… but my mom insisted. We just moved here."

"Finn!" Someone suddenly called out, making Finn turn at the direction of the girly voice and waved. "Hey!"

Sam turned and blinked when he recognized the two first graders' girls from this morning. The blonde girl was still pouting (and Sam just had to wonder if that was just the way her expression set), while the brunette girl was running towards Finn.

"Hey, you two! Why are you two here already? My mom said that I supposed to pick you two up—uff!" Finn huffed when the brunette girl crashed onto him.

"Rachel was so noisy and said that she wanted to see you," the blonde girl said, "I told her that we should wait at class but she insisted to find you here."

The brunette girl, who named Rachel, pouted, "I'm not noisy."

Sam cleared his throat, managing to get Finn's attention. "Oh, sorry Sam. This is Rachel and Quinn. They're my neighbors. Well, Rachel is my neighbor and Quinn lives a few blocks away, but they love to play in the park together and since I'm the oldest among them, I ended up babysitting this two—OW!" Finn screamed in pain when Quinn stepped on his feet.

"You got into trouble more than I do," Quinn scoffed.

"Well," Sam hesitated, "Hello, girls! I'm Sam Evans, but you can call me Sam. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Sam. I'm Rachel!" Rachel beamed at him, while Quinn stared at him from head to toe before finally said –or mumbled, a faint hello.

That day, Sam decided that Quinn was not a very nice girl.

"You like reading?"

They were on the park that day. Finn asked him the other day if he wanted to join them on Sunday, and he said yes. Finn and Rachel were playing around somewhere now, and Sam couldn't help but notice Quinn sitting alone on a bench with a book in her hand. Being born in the south, Sam was in his nature to be nice to people, and so he started the conversation with the not-very-nice-girl.

"I like history," Quinn answered, and Sam just realized that the book was actually a history book. A Pearl Harbor book, to be exact.

"I don't remember being taught history in first grade."

"No, they don't. My dad taught me," Quinn rolled her eyes and buried her face in the book again, seemingly wanting to wave Sam off. And Sam would've walked away in any other situation (because being waved off was unpleasantly rude), yet there he was, trying to continue the conversation.

"I-I like reading too!"

A moment. Two. "Yeah?" Quinn finally peeked from behind the book, "Like what?"

Sam's brain turned quickly. "Astronomy," he said, coming up he said, coming up with the only thing he was pretty confident at. He was still learning other things and he was pretty sure sports didn't count as 'studying' in Quinn's opinion. "I can explain about the constellation pretty well," Sam continued by spurting out a short story about Pegasus.

"Oh," Quinn's eyes sparkled and she smiled widely, for the first time since Sam met him, "You're good."

Sam decided that day that although Quinn was not a very nice girl, she surely had a beautiful pair of eyes and a smile that made Sam unconsciously smile along.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" Sam blinked at the strange sight of the blonde girl in front of his classroom, and couldn't help but smile nonetheless at meeting her.

"Rachel wanted to pick up Finn because Finn didn't bring his umbrella today," Quinn explained as she pointed at the girl, "I'm just here because my mother told me not to leave her alone."

"Hi, Sam," Rachel waved cheerfully as always, "Where's your umbrella?"

Sam returned the greeting and glanced outside. It was raining quite hard.

"Don't worry about him," Finn showed up from behind him, "He got picked up every day."

"Well, actually not today," Sam scratched his head. "I guess I'll just wait until the rain stops."

"Eh?" Finn raised his eyebrow, "You sure? I don't know where your home is, but do you want to wait in my house or something?"

"I'm sorry Sam," said Rachel apologetically, "I can only share my umbrella with Finn. Or else he would sulk."

"No, I won't!" cut Finn, "I don't care if you want to share your umbrella with Sam," he added, although not without a pout.

"That's okay, Finn. I'm not going to share it with Sam." Rachel patted Finn's back reassuringly. "Um… why don't you two share an umbrella!" said Rachel cheerfully as she thought she just came up with the most brilliant idea ever.

"You mean me and Sam?" asked Quinn. And Sam seemed to be the only one who noticed the slight panic in her face.

"Don't worry, Q." Sam wouldn't want his friend to be wet from sharing the umbrella with him. And besides, he didn't want to make the blonde girl feel uncomfortable. "I'm sure the rain will stop soon."

Finn asked again, but then gave up after seeing that Sam wouldn't budge. The whole time, Rachel was asking Quinn why Sam couldn't come with them, and the whole time, Quinn looked at him as if saying 'I'm annoyed by these questions and it's all your fault'. Then Sam remembered that although Quinn had a beautiful pair of eyes (and a nice smile, though she wasn't smiling now), she was still the rude girl who wasn't very nice.

The three left him, and his other friends from the class said goodbye too as they went home. Sam helplessly looked at the sky and it seemed to be getting darker with rain clouds instead of clearing up. Great.

His mourning was interrupted by the sound of someone approaching. Running, it seemed. He was surprised when he saw that it was Quinn, wearing a slightly oversized blue raincoat and boots. She was holding up an umbrella with one hand and carried an extra with the other.

"Here," Quinn offered him the extra umbrella.

"Eh?" Sam blinked, "You came back all the way here just to give me an umbrella?"

"It doesn't seem that the rain will stop soon."

"But you came back all the way here just—."

"Yeah, I heard you," Quinn rolled her eyes.

Sam still couldn't grasp the fact that this not-very-nice kid had returned with an umbrella for him. But another thing had caught his interest and Quinn glared when she realized where Sam laid his eyes on. "Shut up and don't tell anyone. My mother won't let me to go out without wearing a raincoat and a pair of boots, but my Princess ones were at my uncle's place, and obviously these are my brother's."

So not only Quinn delivered an umbrella to him, she also willingly (being forced) to wear Superman just to be allowed to do so.

"You can return that anytime. Bye." Quinn turned without warning and started to run away.

"W-Wait!" Sam called out, "I-I haven't thanked you! Can I say thank you? Thank you!"

Quinn laughed as she glanced over her shoulder, "You're quite funny."

Sam decided that day that Quinn was actually a really nice girl. With a really, really nice laugh.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um," Sam fidgeted under Quinn's stare, "I'm here to pick you up? Rachel is going with Finn somewhere, right?"

"I don't need to be picked up. I just usually went home with Rachel and Finn claimed he was picking us up, and both of them are going together today to visit Rachel's aunt. So why are you here?"

Why does this girl always have to make things hard? "Can't we go home together?" He almost asked 'we're friends, right?' but he was suddenly afraid if the answer was a cold 'no'.

"…Don't you usually go home by car?"

'I told my mother that I want to start walking home with my friends.' "I told my mother that I'm grown up now. I can start walking home with you guys from now on. I think our houses are at the same direction."

Quinn scoffed, but she finally started to walk.

"I've never seen your mother picked you up," Sam started the conversation.

"I'm a big girl," Quinn frowned, as if that fact shouldn't have escaped Sam, "Besides, my house is just around the corner."

Sam felt slightly disappointed, because he thought he could walk together for a longer time. "Can I play at your house?"

The younger blonde stared at him for the longest time. Measuring him. "Sure," she finally said, "My brother got some games."

They arrived in front of a big house, and Sam admired the warm, welcoming look from the outside as Quinn opened the gate.

"Quinnie~!"

Sam turned at the voice and saw three boys, maybe a few years older than him, running from the other side of the street. He heard Quinn sighed from his side, but soon the boys were picking her up and cooing, "How's little Q doing?"

"Nate! Put me down!" Quinn pushed away the lips who tried to kiss her on the cheek.

"Aww, scowling as always!" The other boys giggled. One noticed Sam and blinked, "Why, hello there! Are you Quinn's friend?"

Panic struck him. This was his worry earlier. He wasn't sure if he said yes Quinn wouldn't frown at him, but saying no would make it look weird... Why would you come over to someone else's home if you aren't—.

"Yes, he's my friend," Quinn scowled as she struggled free, "Nate!"

"Yes, yes, baby," Quinn's brother finally put her down and turned to Sam. "Hello, I'm Nate. What's your name, Quinn's friend?"

'Quinn's friend,' Sam had to suppress a large grin from coming up, 'Quinn's friend, Quinn's friend, Quinn's friend—'

"I'm Sam Evans."

"Whohoo," Finn teased him, "popular boy, you!"

Sam stared helplessly at the pile of chocolates on his table. He does like chocolates, but this many…? "You want some?" He offered.

"Hell yes!" Finn grinned, grabbed a couple of the biggest chocolate boxes and stuffed it inside his bag.

Sam decided that he would give some to his family. And maybe he can give them to Quinn. Ehm. And Rachel too so that it wouldn't—.

"Why are you smiling suddenly?" Finn poked his side, making Sam realized that he had the stupidest grin on his face. "Weirdo."

When the class was over, Finn told Sam to go ahead to the school's yard and met the girls first (yes, for some reason, Sam joined the habit to pick the two younger girls up), since he had to return a book to his friend in another class. But what welcomed him in the yard wasn't exactly a pleasant scene.

"For you!" Rachel grinned at Quinn. "My mom told me to give out chocolates to the people I like on V—," she frowned trying to remember the name of today, "Velen...something."

Quinn inspected the chocolate, only decorated with a single, messy ribbon. "Mmkay," she said as she took the chocolate. Which, for some reason, made Sam very, very upset.

"Why did you accept it?"

Quinn turned, looking surprised, "Sam?"

"Of course she accepts, Sam!" Rachel beamed at him, but today Sam couldn't smile back. "Q accept a lot of chocolates today!"

Just then Sam saw the packs of chocolates inside a paper bag that Quinn was carrying. "Let me see that," he pulled.

Quinn frowned and pulled back, "Hey! They're mine!"

"Let me—!" Then it all happened quickly. The bag was flung away, the contents were pouring out...into the shallow puddle behind them. Shallow, yes, but the chocolates are ruined. Every chocolate that belonged to Quinn are ruined except for the one she just received from Rachel.

They froze and no one moved until Finn came over running, "Heeey! Huh? What happened?"

"Why did you do that?" Quinn's voice was so small, so hurt, totally the opposite of what Sam expected (yells?). The older blonde turned at her and was attacked with guilt at seeing the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You," he gulped at seeing the usually calm girl breaking down, "you can't eat too much chocolate."

"I only accepted the ones I like."

Something heavy other than guilt weighed down inside him, "Y-you like…?"

"Dark chocolates," Quinn sobbed, "There were so many and you threw them all away."

"I—."

"Why did you do that."

"I'm so sorry, Q—."

Quinn turned around and ran away.

"Wow," Sam could hear Finn whispered to Rachel, "I've never seen Quinn cried before."

Sam almost wanted to ask his father to get him a trophy of "The Worst Friend Ever" for this terrible achievement.

Later that day, Sam spent all his allowance for the week on dark chocolates and went to Quinn's house. Nate opened the door for him, smiling knowingly and reassuringly, and took him to see Quinn who was burying herself under the blanket in her room.

"Um… I'm sorry, Quinn." He fiddled nervously with the boxes of chocolates in his hand. "Here… I… I bought dark chocolates for you. I know that maybe you won't forgive me, and maybe you don't want to be my friend anymore, but… I just want you to enjoy these." Sam put them on the bedside drawer; "I'll just put them here. And… um, don't forget to brush your teeth after."

"As if I don't know that."

Sam looked up in surprise and saw that Quinn had un-buried herself. The younger blonde's eyes were puffed.

"I'm sorry, Quinn," Sam repeated. Quinn flopped down the bed and looked over the chocolates. Dark chocolates indeed. She took one and handed it to Sam, "Here. Because you're still my friend."

Slowly, a smile began to form on Sam's face.

To his delight, it was returned.

After Quinn ran away and Sam went home too, Finn and Rachel sat on the bench in the yard for a while. The situation had been awkward. Sam felt guilty and while Finn was trying to make Sam feel more guilty ("Stop being so mean!" Rachel said to him), Rachel had been worrying about her best friend.

An opened box of chocolate appeared in front of Rachel. She shot questioning look at Finn, complete with her worried face.

"You like chocolate, right? So, here." Finn brought the chocolate closer. "Now stop worrying. Quinn will be fine. She could find her way home alone."

Shyly, Rachel took the box of chocolate from Finn.

"Is this the one you got from your friend?"

Finn nodded. And suddenly Rachel decided it was a good idea to shove three chocolates at a time into his mouth.

"I'm not gonna let you eat even one of this!"

It didn't take long before Rachel fingers and face covered with chocolate. Finn laughed.

"You look really ugly."

"Shut up!" Rachel kicked Finn's shin. But Finn only laughed harder because it didn't even hurt.

Earlier that day at school, Finn had PE, so his mom packed him a towel to wipe his sweat. He took that dirty towel from his bag and wipe Rachel's face with it.

"Finn~~ come on, tell me. Who gave it to you?" nagged Rachel.

"Sam."

"Sam!?" Rachel's eyes widened. She scratched her nose. "I thought he likes Q."

"Wait, Sam likes Quinn?"

"Yeah! And Q likes him too!"

Finn snorted, "That's just not possible."

"It's true! I know that because Sam always likes to play with Q and Q likes to play with Sam too!"

"Still think that's not possible." The polite Sam and the rude Quinn?

Rachel pouted, "Because Sam gave the chocolate to you?"

"No! Not like that! Sam got it from a girl from our class. He gave it to me because I didn't get any." Finn looked down. He was obviously embarrassed by the fact.

But Rachel only giggled. "Poor Finn," she teased.

"What poor Finn. Doesn't this mean you have to give me one?"

Rachel put down the box of chocolate she'd been holding and shrugged of her petite backpack from her shoulder. Finn watched her trying to fish out something from it.

"Here."

The younger one put a carton of strawberry milk on Finn's lap.

"For me?" asked Finn doubtfully.

Rachel nodded. "Mmhm. Mom wanted to buy chocolate so I can give it to you yesterday. But I told Mom, Finn doesn't like chocolate. He likes strawberry milk. I even grabbed it myself from the rack at the supermarket. Because now I'm tall enough, you know?" said Rachel proudly. "And because yesterday was a chocolate day, I can only give this to you today."

"Thank you, Rach."

Finn showed his gummy smile and patted Rachel's head. The younger brunette smiled so widely and sweetly that her eyes gone and turned into thin strips on her face.

"Ready to go home?" asked Finn.

"Okay!"

Rachel jumped off the bench and offered her hand to Finn. Finn took it and led the younger girl to his home while sucking on his strawberry milk happily.

"Finn, my tummy hurt."

"That's what you get from eating someone else's chocolate!"

"Wanna join us again in the park today?"

Sam turned, waiting for Finn to catch up to him before he nodded, "Will Quinn be there too?"

"Pfft. I don't know why you like hanging out with her," Finn mocked. "She's nasty. And acts so smart! She looks at me like I'm a bug or something. I mean, she's just a first grader kid!"

Sam pouted, "She's not that bad. She can be nice to you if you're nice to her. Maybe you should stop bullying her friend."

"Maybe she should stop acting like a hero."

"Hey! Don't talk like that!"

Finn narrowed his eyes, "You like her, don't you?"

Silence.

More silence.

More—.

Then Sam exploded with blush, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"

Finn blinked and laughed at the outburst, "You do like her! Ahahah! You really, really like that skinny, grumpy girl! As in like LIKE. She's not even cute!"

The blonde boy pushed his friend, "As if you don't like that weepy girl!"

Now it was Finn's turn to blush, "A-are you kidding me? Who would like that stupid girl?"

"Well you do!"

"No, I don't! I hate her!"

A sob cut their arguments short. Just then they realized that they've arrived in front of the first grade classroom and actually had a fight right in front of the two younger girls.

"Idiot," Quinn muttered.

"Finn…" Rachel sobbed again, "You hate me?"

"I… No, I… Wait!" Finn stupidly tripped over nothing as he tried to go after the running girl. He cursed a word he might have learned from bad television shows and got onto his feet again. Quinn and Sam were practically left… alone.

Now this is… bad.

"Did you… did you hear us?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"Yeah."

"Everything?"

Quinn shrugged instead of rolling her eyes, and for some reason, this made Sam feel that something's wrong. Not that the situation is right right.

"Quinn…?" So maybe Sam had to start being a big kid. A bigger kid that doesn't only dare to walk home alone, but also… "Umm… About what Finn said…"

"Do you think I'm skinny and grumpy?"

"I didn't say that!" Sam yelped. To his worry, Quinn wasn't responding. Afraid that the younger blonde might be crying, he leaned down for a closer look. Luckily, Quinn wasn't crying, but she looked upset alright. "Hey, I didn't say that."

"It's okay. I hear all the times that I'm not cute."

"Your brother thinks you're adorable."

"My brother is embarrassing. No one else would think that."

"I do," Sam blurted out reflexively, and gaped when he realized what he had said. Quinn stared at him blankly.

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

"No!"

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you. It's okay, Sam. I know Finn always talk first and regret later—."

"No, listen to me," Sam held Quinn's hands in his, succeeding in making the girl stopped talking and looked surprised (he even surprised himself with this courage). "What Finn said about… me… I-liking you? It's true. I like you, not just as a friend."

It was the longest period of waiting time in his whole life. His hands were starting to sweat.

"Your hands are sweating."

"Yeah, I can feel it. I won't let you go until you answer."

"Answer what? You didn't ask me any question."

"Oh," Sam blinked dumbly, "Oh."

Quinn sighed long and hard, but if Sam dared to dream (his mother always told him to dream a little bigger), he could almost see pretty pink colors decorating the girl's chubby cheeks.

"Come on," Sam tugged the edge of his shirt, "Say yes."

Quinn sighed and put her book down, "I've told you we can't."

"Who said so?"

"It just works that way."

"I will study hard and become the person who can change the way it works."

"And why should I say yes?"

"Because it would make me happy."

"How is that relevant to my interest?"

"Because I will make you happy."

Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, whatever. But only because you wouldn't stop nagging me."

Sam beamed until his dimples are showing and Quinn could say that shines so much that she couldn't avoid the kiss to the cheek she was getting. And the tight hug after.

And maybe, maybe her face went red just a bit.

When dinnertime comes, Quinn's mother called them and Sam straightened his clothes, to which the younger blonde just realized that Sam had been wearing rather nice and neat clothes, not his usual play time clothes.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fabray?," Sam called her parents who were currently preoccupied with their meals, holding onto Quinn's hand all the way, "I want to marry Quinn."

Quinn's brother dropped his cellphone, Quinn's mother hit her toe on the table, and Quinn's father spit out his coffee.

"I'm sorry," Quinn shrugged, "I've told him that kids can't marry each other, but he just wouldn't listen."

"Where are they?" Quinn sounded a bit annoyed. It was getting late and both Rachel and Finn had yet to return from wherever they ventured around the park.

"Don't worry," Sam patted her head.

"I'm not worried," the girl shrugged his hand away, "I want to go home and continue my book."

"You read too much," Sam nearly pouted. Not enough time with him.

"Are you my mother?"

"No, I'm your future husband, remember?"

"Sadly, yes, I have a good memory."

The older boy grinned, knowing by now when Quinn does mean her words and when she doesn't. "Good if you remember. Because I have something to give to you."

The younger blonde raised her eyebrows at the sight of the small blue box on Sam's hand. Sam knelt in front of her and raised the box towards her, slowly opening it. Inside is a toy ring with a huge blue plastic stone.

"I'm sorry, I will get you a real ring when we grow up. But for now… Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?"

"…You have asked me to marry you and I've said yes so what's with all this?"

"I was stupid and I didn't know that we're supposed to do this when I asked you to marry me."

"Where did you get this information?"

"Movies."

Quinn scoffed, "I'm not wearing that."

"Why?" Sam asked, obviously disappointed.

"Too big. I can't read my books with that."

Sam laughed, "I'll get you a smaller one later. Can you put it on now just to see how it looks like?"

He got no rejection, so Sam took it as permission to put the ring on Quinn's finger. It was a bit big, but he thought that way other kids could see that Quinn is his future bride. "Blue suits you."

Quinn stared at the ring.

Yeah. Blue suits her.

"Finn," called Rachel.

The two brunettes were lying on their stomach on the ground, their heads supported by their hands on their chins, and most importantly, they were hiding behind the thick bushes.

"How long should we hide here?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I wanna go home."

"We can't go home. If we go home we have to walk in front Sam and Quinn. And we shouldn't do that. We have to leave them alone."

"Why?"

Rachel's feet were on the air and he kicked it up and down idly.

"I don't know. Sometimes my mom and dad ask me and my sister to leave them alone. Sometimes my sister asks me to leave her and the boy she likes alone." Finn shrugged. "I just think we have to leave them alone."

"But I'm hungry."

Finn fished out a piece of candy that his teacher gave to him for behaving well earlier at school.

"Here. Eat this."

Rachel grinned widely and gave Finn a peck on his cheek.

"Thank you, Finn!"

"Ssh… quiet or they'll find out we're here."

Hi, guys! So I have this story ready for a while and since I'm in the middle of writer's block, I'm just going to post this instead of updating my beloved baby 'Answers'. But I'll update it. Soon. Don't worry ;)

This is going to be a series of giant one-shots following the journey as Sam, Quinn, Rachel, and Finn grow up together. However, this is a Fabrevans story but Finchel will be featured a lot but majority, it will be about our beloved Ken and Barbie. I'm aware that they way they talk or the topic they discuss or the way they think are not really suitable for their ages as elementary school kids but hey, it's fiction, right? ;)

Anyway, read away and leave me some reviews. Tell me, whether you like it or hate it. I'm going to leave it here and I'm going to update this soon. I have the entire story done by the way so I'm going to update this frequently. I'll see you guys again soon :)