A/N: My first story! *screams* :) Enjoy.

It's monday morning. Quinn was lying under the covers of her master bed, she was loosing her breath and it was getting hot under there but she didn't seem to care, she just needed to think. She took the covers off her and started to breathe heavily.
Her eyes met with the alarm clock which read 2:32AM. Friday just haunted her, how could she tell Sam? Maybe she wouldn't? She has no idea what to do.

Flashback -
It was after school. Quinn is sitting at the edge of the stage in the auditorium, crying.

(Quinn's POV)
I hear footsteps, I freeze, they are getting louder. I quickly wipe my tears with my hands and stand up,
I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump and bit but I turn around to see that it's Finn and sigh with relief.
I look up to see the curiosity and worry in his eyes, "What's wrong?" he asks, wiping tears from my face and brushing my hair back. I didn't feel like telling him, I just wanted to leave, "Nothing...Finn, i'm fine, really, just something happened an-, look Finn, it's nothing to do with you, you don't need to worry, I'm just having a bad day so.." I knew Finn didn't believe me, he pulled me closer and hugged me. I felt safe in his arms, protected and it felt like all my worries just rushed away. "Let me take you home," He said. We arrived at his car and got in, "Mine or yours?" He asks, I look down "I really don't care." I said, but I really did care, I didn't feel like going back to my house,
to my room, where pictures of Sam and I are on the wall.
He started driving, I looked up, I knew we were heading to his and was glad. I knew the route to his house, I still remember. It felt like a year ago when after school we would go to his and up to his room and make out.
We arrived. His house still looked the same, it looked like a cottage but a house, if that makes sense. We walked in and the same smell hit me, the smell of honey and lemon, I loved it. "Coffee?" he asks, I quickly snap out of my thought and reply "No, thanks". He just stood there looking at me with his twinkling brown e- no Quinn! Stop It! You love Sam!
I knew Finn wanted to ask me what was wrong. I awkwardly ask "Finn, this sounds weird but can I go upstairs?" He looks confused but says "Uh..Sure," I make my way upstairs to his room, everything looks the same but I saw a photo of Finn and Rachel on the wall, the same spot there was a picture of me and him. I look down and start to remember all the memories, I sit at the edge of the bed. Finn came in and sat beside me, "So why did you want to come up here?" he asks curiously. "Just remembering..things, you know?" I say...I look at him, our eyes locked, I can't be falling in love all over again, can I?
We both are'nt speaking, just staring at eachother, he then leans in and we end up kissing. The thing was that this didn't feel wrong, it felt right. He then got on top of me and knew what this was leading to. Felt like a year ago.

Quinn is still awake, wide awake. She just can't get the thought out of her head. It was now 4:01am and school starts in 5 hours. She gets out of bed, making her way to the bathroom. She looks herself in the mirror and says "Quinn, you need to tell Sam, maybe he will understand, maybe he won't." She knew she won't be able to tell him, it wasn't just a kiss, it was more than that.
She splashed her face with cold water to help, sure, it made her face cold but it didn't help her thoughts. She walked back into bed and tried not to think about it. It was too hard but she eventually fell asleep.