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Sam's POV

This is supposed to be a one-shot, but I'm thinking about continuing this story depending on how you guys would review it.

Summary: Sam's thoughts months after their break up, plus a cute little flashback. :)

I want to be with you, Sam.

It's been months now. Why do these words keep on haunting me still? She wanted to be with me… No. I've already told her this, people think I'm dumb, but I'm not, at least not about her. Like my mom always said, if you love someone, you'd be able to sense what they need, what they want, and what they feel. That sentence? I can't sense it. I wanted to believe in it, but… I mean, come on, just 3 weeks after she told me those words, she got back with the guy she cheated me with. She moved on that fast. Did she really want to be with me? The real question is, did she ever love me?

What about me? Did I love her? Yes. I loved her with all my heart. The first time we ever spoke to each other, I immediately felt the connection. When I transferred to McKinley, I wanted to be this cool all around guy, but when I was around her, I never felt so comfortable, I was just me, the goofy, clumsy, sensitive me. We've began dating ever since our first date, but then I learned that we weren't really officially dating. I tried to do anything to get to what I think is her standards. I worked out a lot, I tried to stop myself from doing impressions and the Na'vi, which was really hard, I worked hard to win back my quarterback position, and I proposed to her, with all my sincere promises. She didn't accept it at first, but after I helped to stand up for Kurt, she accepted it. She made me the happiest and the luckiest guy on Earth.

She had noticed that I've changed. She talked to me 3 days after we became official.

"Sam, I need to talk to you.", she approached me by my locker.

I was horrified, "Quinn, I… Please don't break up wih me, I promised you that I'll make you feel…", she placed a kiss on my lips to make me stop talking.

She giggled, "Sam, I'm not gonna break up with you. If anyone should do it, you'd be the one, because you've been such a wonderful boyfriend and I'd never think about breaking up with you."

"Oh.", I think I blushed or did something that made her laugh.

"But don't do that to me, ok?", she was still laughing, but she was serious.

I took her hand and kissed it, "Why would I? You are the most amazing person I've ever met and I love you."

She placed a hand on my cheek, "Well, good,", she pulled me closer, "because, I love you, too.", she kissed me, again, but now with more passion.

Once we pulled away, I asked her, "So, what did you want to talk about, again?"

"So, you want to talk to me more than to kiss me all free period long?", she pouted.

"Well, if that's what you want.", I began to come closer, but she placed a finger on my lips.

She laughed, "Sam, I'm kidding."

Now I was the one who pouted.

"Well, I really need to talk to you.", she looked me in the eye.

I smiled at her, "Well, then, what is it?"

She sighed ,"I've noticed that you've… changed.", she noticed my confused expression, "I know that you think that you need to be "the guy", because you're dating the head cheerleader, but I don't want you to be. I mean, you're already the perfect guy for me, the real you. I fell in love with this guy who speaks Na'vi, who tells these bad jokes, who does these, umm, interesting impressions, and who I think is cute in every angle. I want those things back, because, even though they're quite annoying to others, it's not to me. You promised to make me feel proud, right? Well, changing yourself doesn't make me feel proud. What makes me feel proud is you are this unique, responsible, caring, and lovable person, who loves me."

I smiled, I felt like I've just been set free to fly or something, "Thank you, Quinn. I just thought that that's what you wanted. You should know that I'm willing to change anything for you, because you are the girl of my dreams and I can't let you go."

"Don't ever change. You're also the guy that I've always been wanting to have.", she kissed the tip of my nose.

"So, you like my dorky side, huh?", I joked.

"Yeah, you're such a dork, but I do love that about you.", she laughed.

"Oh, well, Nga yawne lu oer."

"Nga yawne lu oer, too.", she replied. She laughed at my expression, which I thought was shocked.

"Do you know what that means?", I asked.

"I love you.", she smiled.

I was so amused, "How did you know that?"

"I just had a feeling that you'd say that… to me, of course.", she proudly told me.

"No, I think you looked that up in the net or something.", I joked.

She grabbed something in her bag, a book, "Or maybe I searched it in a English-Na'vi dictionary.", she was flipping the pages in front of my face.

The limited edition dictionary, I've always wanted one of those, but once I got to the stores, they're all long gone. I guess I was too busy "changing" myself.

"I thought about giving you this as a gift, but then I just thought about something right now. What if I'll keep this to make you feel jealous of me or…", she wore this daring look on her face, "catch me if you can!", she ran across the hallway.

I laughed and chased her, "Good thing it's free period Ms. Fabray or else someone might confiscate that and will luckily give it to me!"

"Like that will happen!", she laughed.

I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around as she was trying to free herself and run again. A teacher saw us running along the corridor and gave us detention for the whole week. Good thing that the teacher who was supposed to watch us was the same teacher who always goes to the cafeteria during his detention times. Quinn and I just snuck out of the classroom, went to the janitor's closet, and kissed all week. Yeah, detention with your girlfriend isn't that bad, in fact, it's really good.

We were undeniably a happy couple. I really don't know why she cheated on me. I need to know, but why would I bother? I'm dating Santana and she's dating… Finn. Even just thinking about his name makes me feel mad. I thought I was his friend.

I thought that she loved me.

She told me that she loved me as I am.

She told me that she wants to be with me.

I need to move on.

But, how?