Let's see how long it takes me to write THIS. Especially since I have no idea where I'm going with it, and I'm not QUITE sure which couples I want as endgame. But keep in mind readers- that's usually when I come up with my best twists. ;-)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee. Which means I don't.

Kurt knew he and Rachel were supposed to be good friends now. It didn't change the fact that whenever he was in her presence too long, she'd manage to put her foot in her mouth someway, somehow.

He hadn't told Blaine about his fleeting crush on Sam- of course he hadn't. That would have been stupid. So when Blaine ran into Kurt and Santana at Breadstix, and heard that Santana was having relationship troubles (sans mentioning Brittany's name), and Blaine decided they should all go on a double date, (mentioning Sam) it wasn't that naïve. Blaine thought Kurt would want to observe the relationship live time, or something.

Rachel, on the other hand, had heard about Kurt's original misconceptions when Sam had joined. In fact, those misconceptions had spread through the entire Glee club before the blonde had confused them by showing up to the Duet Competition with Quinn as his partner. So Rachel should have known better than to ramble on about how good Sam and Quinn had been together, and how Santana was obviously just using Sam, and she wasn't sure he wasn't using her as well, and brainless things like that when she came over to help him get dressed before the date.

Who had let her in his house again? Probably his dad. Burt did his best to keep his nose out of the topic of romance, and probably still had yet to realize Finn and Rachel were over.

"It's really sad, anyway, you know?" Rachel murmured. "To be as confident as Sam is, you'd think he would have already come out. But of course, being with Santana can't help that. She'd dump him for it, hypocritical or not…"

"Oh god, would you shut up?" Kurt couldn't help growling, as he tried on his third jacket and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't want to be mean, but she had just crossed a line, and he was getting a migraine. "Sam's not gay, Rachel. That has been established."

Rachel looked at him like he'd just told her green wasn't blue. "I'm not an idiot, Kurt. I know that."

"Then what was that comment of yours, about him coming out? Was it really as ignorant homophobe as it sounded?"

"Sam's bi," she said, condescendingly. Like it was common knowledge.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Must I really have this argument? With you?"

"Bisexuality is a legitimate way of being. Wait- is that why you were so resistant when Blaine was curious? I mean, besides the whole, jealousy thing."

"Nope, that was jealousy all the way," Kurt muttered, not even caring enough to defend himself as he checked his hair in the mirror. "No offense, but you have to admit it, Berry, you make a go at pretty much every guy I like."

"I haven't flirted with Sam."

"He doesn't count. That was mild attraction- it was over by the end of the week when I found out he was straight."

"But he's bi."

Kurt turned to glare at her, exasperated. "You know what, has he told you this himself?"

"No. I told you, he hasn't come out."

"Then you can't prove your deranged theory, and I choose to believe evidence. Now, either you take your chance to screw up my outfit like you told me was your reason for coming, or I'm leaving to go pick up Blaine."

The girl pursed her lips, then she paced pointedly to his closet with a defiant expression. She came back out and held up a black and baby-blue jacket he'd forgotten he had. He didn't want to know what disarray she had to have left in his closet to actually find it, but he tried it on without complaint.

"Okay I'll admit... That's not that bad," he murmured, looking himself over a bit more pleasurably this time in the mirror.

Rachel smiled, flipping her hair back behind her shoulders. "Your eyes are blue today, so it matches without having to go with the rest of your outfit."

Quinn grimaced, as she forced herself to button up the jeans. Yeah, they were still too tight. But she was getting closer to her former self every day, even without the Cheerios for grueling exercise.

It's not like these were the skinniest jeans she had had before the pregnancy. She'd already resigned herself never to be that again. Besides, according to most doctors, she'd been underweight for the brief period those pants had been even remotely zippable.

Once she'd put the Goal Jeans away and had put on one of her baby doll dresses, she felt much more comfortable. This particular one she hadn't worn since she was pregnant. Why was it so many good memories come from then anyway? She remembered her sleepovers with Mercedes and Kurt, the way Puck's hand had felt in hers…

Not that she missed that part. Not at all. Or not much.

Well, even if she did still have feelings for Puck, she knew it wasn't that big of a thing to deal with. It wasn't like she'd spent years getting over him before Sam had appeared- more like a summer. And after all they'd shared, she could be at least a little comfortable saying she missed him. It wasn't enough for her to go back to him, but she missed him.

She also missed Sam. That she had a much easier time accepting. Sam was her most recent ex, and she still missed him like crazy. When they'd been together, she'd felt so much different about her life. With Finn, she was sure she'd be successful, but she'd never get out of Lima. With Sam, she'd seen following him to a large city where he'd have gotten a football scholarship, and chasing random career options for herself, enjoying all of the choices she had for as long as she could make it. With Finn, she found every other look at Rachel disturbing. With Sam, no matter how the girls he talked to looked at him, he'd always only looked that way at her and she hadn't been worried about anything. With Finn, the most romantic thing she could remember him doing for her was singing that song about her "having his baby" to her parents. With Sam, she still felt her stomach turn when she thought of how he would suddenly appear behind her and mumble "Lor Menari," in her ear. When she'd hugged Finn, it was for comfort. When she'd hugged Sam, it was because she felt like it.

Screw Finn. Screw Puck. Sam was her first love.

When Sam had first left her, she'd been devastated, and more than anything, she'd been ready to win him back. She'd still seen it in his eyes, after all- he loved her back. She'd gone over multiple scenarios of trying to woo him in her mind, from performing Baby herself (though she hadn't the voice for it) to leaving little love notes in his locker, talking to him as much as possible (apologizing as often as she could get away with it) and continuing to wear his ring till he told her to take it off.

But then, she was too blinded by her fury every time she caught Santana curled up on Sam's lap in Glee club to plan anything properly. By the time she could have actually worked something out, she'd been hit with an insane "reality" of her breakup, when Azimio shoved her against her locker. She was no longer a HBIC Cheerio, and had no football playing boyfriend to protect her. She was no longer anything but a Glee Loser. So she was a little pretty- that didn't mean a thing without that uniform drawing eyes away from their own girlfriends. Not one jock would look her in the eyes before they chucked a slushie in her face. And since Kurt had transferred and Mercedes was in a loner-like depression, she had no friends to talk to even in Glee Club.

And there had been Finn. Weak and burnt out by his fights with Rachel, plus the desire everyone had seen him fighting for weeks to get back with her, Quinn had decided to approach him. After all, he'd been the reason Sam had broken up with her in the first place. It didn't take much, with the tired, puppy-dog desperate way she'd found him, to make him forget she'd chosen Sam over him.

Quinn felt bad for using him, because she would always care about him to a degree, but if she hadn't came in when she had, he would have given in the next time Rachel made a move. So this was certainly better than Rachel just getting her way again, right?

….Okay, she'd admit it. She was a bitch.

Sam shook his hair out of his face. He shouldn't have styled it the Beiber way again, but Santana had always seemed to like it.

He, Santana, Kurt Hummel, and Blaine Anderson, were all standing in the park, trying to stop the atmosphere from getting too awkward. Kurt and Santana were chatting. He nodded vaguely at Blaine when they made eye contact, and Blaine returned it, but otherwise, they didn't interact at all. He wasn't sure how the idea for this double date had come to be, but it had quickly become a triple date when he and Santana had gotten out of his car, and Santana had announced that Brittany and Artie would be coming to meet them, waving her phone in the air to communicate that she'd gotten this update via text on the way over.

They were going to a bowling alley or something. He smirked. He could bowl or something pretty well.

He wished Santana would let him put voice to his jokes, as bad as they sometimes were. He wondered why she was suddenly so close to Kurt anyway. Back when he'd been on New Directions, Sam couldn't remember them speaking to each other, besides maybe an indignant reaction to a gay joke she'd make.

When Brittany and Artie arrived, he ignored the hug Brittany and Santana shared in favor of going to help Blaine get Artie's chair out the back of the truck, because he really didn't want to see it. There was just something about those two together that made him uncomfortable. Like there was something he was missing.

Hopefully this would be more fun then he thought. His eyes drifted to Blaine whispering something into Kurt's ear. The taller boy giggled. Sam frowned a bit. He may have seemed like an overprotective older brother, but he certainly didn't like Blaine. He'd have to keep his eye on the Dalton kid.

Okay, I think I got this one- and I think I had about, forty ideas for chapter two while writing it. XD Anyway, I'm not the biggest Quinn fan, so if she seems OOC, I apologize. Please review. I like reviews. They make me happy. And when I'm happy, the main characters stay alive. : )