Okay, So, Hey. (:

I'm sort of new here, and this is my first story to post. It's a Fabrevans Story. This all picks up after the last episode of Glee. And yes, in my story Sam is dating Mercedes. (:

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This summer Sam's going to forget about Quinn. He's going to forget how he loved her, how he got hurt. He's going to forget about those eyes and the way he feels. He's going to forget her smile, her laugh; he's going to forget about her. It may seem impossible, but he's going to do it. He promised himself that he would.

It's not like he's using Mercedes or anything, he can admit that she's amazing. She makes him forget, she makes him feel . . . Okay. Sure, Mercedes isn't Quinn, but she's different; she's unique.

"Sammie, are you going somewhere?" Stacy asked, looking at Sam.

"Yeah," Sam smiled, "I'm actually going out."

"Like on a date?" Stevie asked, turning his attention away from the television.

"Yes, on a date." Sam chuckled, combing his hair.

"I knew you'd give in someday," Stacy giggled, looking at Sam then at Stevie, "right, Stevie?"

Stevie smiled, "Right."

Stacy's face smiling face drew to a confused one, "But if you're going out on a date, who's going to watch us?"

"Oh, yeah," Stevie said, sitting up, "If you're going out with Quinn, then who-"

"I'm not going out with Quinn," Sam spat.

The two smaller blondes grew silent.

Sam looked at himself in the mirror, he was happy, at least he thought so. He sighed, standing up and sitting between his younger siblings.

"Quinn's going to be here any moment now, so I expect you guys not to give her a head ache," he paused, tucking stray strands of Stacy's hair behind her ear, "I won't be back until later this night."

Stacy and Stevie just nodded, still unable to speak.

"Her name's Mercedes, just to let you guys know," Sam sighed, forcing a soft smile.

The doorbell rang and the two smaller blondes lit up.

"That must be Quinn," Sam stood up and went over to the door. He couldn't open the door, he was nervous for some reason. He knew he had to be strong, he knew he had to forget about her, but he couldn't. Taking in all the courage he had, he opened the door.

And there she was, the Quinn he loved, the Quinn he's trying to forget. She had cut her hair short but that didn't matter; Quinn would look beautiful no matter what she does. But still, he wasn't used to the haircut. It reminded him that the Quinn standing in front of him wasn't the Quinn he knew. This was a new Quinn, a stronger, bolder Quinn.

Quinn smiled, and by then Sam felt the sparks he used to feel come rushing back. "Hi," Quinn said, softly.

"Hi," Sam gulped.

He had heard rumors about the reason she cut her hair. Some said it was because she turned lesbian, some say she was just making a new fashion trend. Others also said that she got drunk somewhere and got a hold of a pair of scissors. He didn't know which one to believe since he hasn't had a conversation with her since they got back from New York, even on the last few weeks of school. She changed so much ever since. At Glee, she used to laugh and sing along, but the last few weeks, all she ever did was sit, stay silent and fake smiles; nothing else.

"Well?" Quinn giggled quietly, "Aren't you going to let me in? I've been dying to see Stevie and Stacie for weeks."

"Oh, um, yeah," He smiled, suddenly nervous, "come in." Sam stepped aside and let Quinn in.

The moment she set foot in the small room, the two smaller blondes rushed to her.

"Quinn! We've missed you so much!" Stacy exclaimed, hugging her.

"We haven't seen you since you left for New York," Stevie said, crossing his arms.

Quinn smiled and knelt down," Sorry, I had a lot of things going on. But don't worry, I've missed you guys as much as you missed me. Possibly more." She laughed.

Sam leaned against the wall, watching them and smiling to himself.

"Quinn!" Stacy pulled away from the hug and looked at her, "You cut your hair! Why?"

"Well," Quinn started, tucking strands of hair behind her ear, "let's just say I got heartbroken," she smiled faintly.

Oh, so that's why, Sam thought.

"Did Sam break your heart?" Stevie asked, getting protective.

.Sam stiffened. Of course he did break her heart, but his' was already broken when she cheated on him.

"No, well, I can't say he didn't. But it was kind of my fault," she looked at Sam for a brief second then turned away, "plus, that's a different story."

"Then who broke your heart, Quinn?" Stacy asked, intrigued.

"Let's call Mr. Heartbreaker, Frankenteen," Quinn smiled.

"Frankenteen?" Stacy asked, laughing, "Like the monster?"

"Why, what did he do to you?" Stevie asked, too, still protective.

Quinn sighed, her answer barely a whisper, "He chose her again."

"Who?" The two smaller blondes asked, in unison.

Quinn didn't want to say her name; she didn't want to think about being second choice again. She didn't want to think about how she felt like she didn't deserve to be loved.

Sam sensed what she felt, so he cleared his throat and grabbed his jacket, "Quinn, can you please lock the door after I leave?" He asked, a small smile creeping out of his face.

"Yeah," Quinn said, still soft-spoken, and stood up.

Sam headed for the door as Quinn followed. Sam was now outside and Quinn was leaning against the door, watching him.

"Where are you going?" She asked smiling.

"On a date," he said, feeling awkward. He looked on the ground. He couldn't look at her greenish brown eyes; he couldn't even look at her. Because if he did, all those feelings he's trying so hard to forget will come back. He can't believe he let her go.

"Oh," was Quinn's response. She stood up straight and rubbed her arm, feeling nervous, "with whom?"

"Can't tell," Sam joked and managed to smirk.

"Oh, come on," Quinn playfully rolled her eyes, "you can trust me," she smiled.

Quinn realized what she said and quickly took back her smile. Sam was silent, and so was Quinn. She knew things would never be the same again; after all, she was the one who cheated on him.

"Have fun," Quinn said, softly. She wanted to forget her heartbreak. She wanted to forget how she's always left and how she's always, somehow, never good enough.

"I will," He forced a small smile, and then turned away. He will, he says, he will have fun and forget about everything; forget about her. At least, that's what he hopes for.

Quinn closed the door and felt her heart drop. She lost him, and it was all her fault. She felt like she couldn't do anything to change it, to make it all right, all she felt was regret.

End! :D

Chapter Two will be posted if you guys like the story. (: