A/N: I'm extremely disappointed in Ryan Murphy breaking these two up. I understand people thought they were boring, but I just loved them together. So here's my two-shot attempt at trying to fix the mess the Ryan's created. Please enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, because if I did then Kurt and Blaine would be attending McKinley and not Dalton.
She obliterates his heart into a million tiny little pieces. When he's watching Star Wars after their break-up, he's pretty sure that even though Luke Skywalker was the one who lost a hand to Darth Vader, he's the one that's in the most amount of pain.
Every time he sees her in the hall, it makes him feel sick to the stomach. Seeing her look heartbroken and guilty make him feel even worse. But he knows they can never be the way they once were. One of the things he finds most important in a relationship is honesty, and she clearly cheated and lied to him.
She talks to him and tries apologizing after three days. He's got a free period and walks into the library, forgetting that she has study hall in there. He moves to the very back where she will most likely leave him alone, but apparently she decides to be the HBIC again and stop her moping. She marches determinedly over to his table after a few minutes.
"You know this is stupid," she whispers at him with a glare. "We both know that I want you and not Finn."
He's really annoyed that his heart beats faster when he hears her finally admit it out loud. But he's also very pissed that she expects him to automatically forgive her. "You should have thought about that before you cheated."
"I was confused ok!" she says more loudly.
"Yeah, like that makes it any better," he rolls his eyes. "I may look like the dumb blonde, and I probably act like it most of the times, but I'm not completely stupid."
She places one of her hands on her hip and the other on the table in front of him. She continues speaking, but he can't seem to focus because she looks extremely hot right now and he hates himself for being turned on. He vaguely hears her say, "...I love you more."
"If you really loved me, then you wouldn't have kissed Finn," replying after finally snapping out of his thoughts.
She sighs and glances down at her feet. After a few moments, she begs pleadingly. "Please, Sam, I love you. I want you. It'll always be you."
A part of him almost gives in right there. With her sad hazel eyes and tired face, he knows that he's about to crack, so he chooses to build up a bigger wall between the two of them. "Yeah well Santana's the one I want right now. She's prettier, less of a prude, and has no stretch marks."
He knows it was a low blow before he even said it. He expects her to yell at him, slap, or hit, but what happens is something he didn't see coming. She shakes her head and backs away from him, close to tears.
"Maybe I made the right choice in cheating after all. You're just like all the others." She runs out of the library after that.
He really wishes aliens or some other evil terrestrial force would just take him right now, because never in his entire life has he felt like such an asshole.
He doesn't see her for three days because of the long weekend. He spent almost all of his time in his Ninja Turtles-covered bed thinking about what he did.
He understands that he was extremely pissed at her and only trying to make her feel as horrible as he felt, but he also knows that she didn't deserve the douchebag comments. He decides he's going to apologize for what he said, and ask if they can at least try to be civil around each other.
He gets to school early on Tuesday and waits by his locker for her to arrive. He sees her walk in confidently about ten minutes before classes start, and he begins to move towards her. He stops short, however, when he spies Finn stumble in behind her with pink notebooks and purple folders in one of his hands. The rival quarterback grabs her right hand and laces their fingers together.
He immediately turns around to avoid her, thinking screw civility. He tries to remember what Santana's first period class is because he believes it's about time he takes her up on her offer of 'visitation rights to the set of of rambunctious twins that live on her ribcage.'
When he walks into glee club later on, Santana's in her usual seat batting her eyelashes flirtatiously at him. His focus, however, is on the right side of the room where Finn has his arm around Quinn.
He doesn't know if she's trying to purposely make him feel bad for revenge of what he did, but it's definitely working. He tries to walk as casually as possible to Santana, who automatically sits in his lap as soon as he's seated. He can feel her gaze from the other side of the room without even turning around.
Santana's whispering dirty things she plans on doing to him in his ear, but he's not even the least bit turned on. He moves his hand to her thigh though to make it seem like he is. She moves off his lap when Mr. Schue walks into the room.
"Alright guys," Mr. Schue begins,"we can't use My Chemical Romance because Sue double-crossed us and is now coaching Aural Intensity."
Everyone starts complaining as soon as they hear the news. Protests start about 'how seriously whacked up Sue is,' 'how they're doomed for Regionals,' or his personal favorite 'never should've trusted a blonde.' (He guesses that's being disloyal to his just freshly lemon-juiced hair though.)
After several attempts, Mr. Schue finally succeeds into getting them to quiet down. "I've now decided that we can put Rachel's suggestion to use. We're writing our own songs for Regionals."
Without looking back, he just knows that Rachel is grinning smugly at the back of the room.
Right on cue, she begins to talk. "Now that we've finally acknowledged my brilliantly thought out plan will guarantee us a trip to Nationals, I have a few ideas already drawn out for song lyrics and -"
"Whoa, hold on a second, Rachel," Mr. Schue cuts in as she looks appalled at being interrupted. "I'm glad that you already have some plans, but we have to give everyone else here a chance to voice out their opinions."
"Why? We all know RuPaul's going to be running the show anyway," Santana retorts.
"Which is why I'm holding another duets competition with you guys writing your own original song," Mr. Schue smiles, clapping his hands together. "I'm pairing you up with someone I think you'll work best with, and then next week, we'll have our contest to decide who's songs we're going to sing."
He sees Finn start to disagree about wanting to pick his partner, but Mr. Schue's already talking over him.
"Puck, I'm pairing you up with Rachel because ever since you guys did Need You Now, I've been curious about the amount of potential you two have." He notices Puck wink at Rachel, who shakes her head disgusted.
"Mercedes, you're with Santana. I'm counting on you guys to provide some much needed flare and attitude to our songs." Santana moves away from him to join one of the club's resident divas at the piano.
"Finn, I'm putting you with Lauren. As our lead male vocalist, I want you to help her out as much as you can." He can't help but grin when Finn looks nervous and scared at the newest member of the club.
"Mike and Brittany you guys are our best dancers, so instead of songs, you two will be in charge of choreography." He hears Brittany yell a 'yay' and Mike let out a 'whoop-whoop.'
When everyone else goes to the other side of the room, he looks around to see who's left and Quinn is one of them. He breathes out a sigh of relief though when he locks eyes with Artie because he just knows they'll be partners for sure. They seriously dominated on their Justin Bieber cover, so Mr. Schue will definitely put them together.
Mr. Schue totally surprises the crap out of him though when his teacher announces that: "Tina and Artie, last year you guys sang some of our best duets, so you guys will be one of our teams. So Sam and Quinn, that leaves the two of you as our final pair. I know you two will do great, especially after that outstanding teamwork you guys showed at Sectionals. All glee meetings are cancelled this week so all of you can have time to come up with a song or a dance. I'll see you guys on Monday!"
He groans because of course, she would be his partner. He thinks this must be some sort of curse Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter or Saruman from Lord of the Rings cast on him because he has the worst luck in the world.
He gets up and starts his journey for pain and misery. She's looking down at her hands when he plops into the seat on her left.
He's about to talk, when she beats him to it. "Look I know I'm not your top choice to have as a partner."
"You don't say," he mumbles.
She clearly heard him though, because now she's narrowed her eyes at him. "But I was thinking we could at least put our differences aside for the time being, so we can win. I don't want to lose at Regionals again, and Quinn Fabray always gets what she wants."
He snorts. "Not everything."
When she raises her brow at him and looks at him disapprovingly, he raises up his hands in defeat. "Fine I'll agree to play nice with you, while this duets competition is going on. As soon as it's over, we can go back to how we were before."
He thinks he sees sadness flash through her eyes, but it's quickly replaced by determination.
"Deal," she replies, nodding her head. The end-of-the-period bell rings, and she stands up to leave the room. He doesn't stop staring until she's out of his line of sight.
His dyslexia is being a real pain when he's trying to read the numbers on the board in his pre-calculus class. Just as he figures out one of the numbers in the equation, a piece of paper lands on top of his calculator.
Folding it over halfway, he reads: Meet me at
He has to unfold the rest of the note to see the rest: my house after school. He knows it's from Quinn because of the big loopy cursive writing.
He's about to toss the paper somewhere inside his book, when he notices more writing on the back. The equation is y= 3 + 2 cos π (x). He hates how she knows him so well.
He doesn't go head to her house right away. Instead he lingers around in the halls, taking his sweet time at his locker. Santana is abruptly at his side, playing with the collar of his blue polo shirt.
"So nerd boy, I was thinking you take me out to Breadstix for dinner later, and then we can get it on at my house," she whispers seductively into his ear.
He notices, however, that her focus is not solely on him, but rather on something or someone behind him. He slyly turns around and sees Brittany walking to the doors with Artie rolling by her side. Suddenly her interest in him makes sense.
"You know, I don't think I'm the blond that you actually want," he tells her.
She gives him one of her meanest glares and pokes him hard on his shoulder. "Look Bieber wannabe you're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day. With all the dorky references you make, I'm surprised no one at this dump has found out how much of a loser you are!"
He knows she's trying to put up a wall, trying to change the topic, trying to avoid her feelings. "I'm pretty sure Brittany feels the same way."
Her reaction is downright scary because never in his life has he seen someone so angry. She looks like a volcano about ready to burst when she surprisingly lets out a bitter laugh. "You don't know what you're talking about Evans."
He smirks because for once he's the one who knows what's going on. "Yeah she does. Glee club's this whacked up vortex you see. In the alternate universe where our other selves live in, you and Brittany are together, while Artie's dating Tina and Mike's with Mercedes."
"You're fucking crazy you know that," she replies while laughing hunched over.
"No I'm not," he defends. "It makes perfect sense! You and Brit make this power couple that's both adorable because of her, but shouldn't be messed with because of you. Tina and Artie are each other's first loves, which by the way never dies, and Mike and Mercedes are like that song Black and Yellow."
She sinks to the floor from laughing so hard. "I should probably be offended by how racist that just sounded, but it's so fucking funny I'll ignore it."
He grins sheepishly at her, waiting for her to regain her composure, but "Our hook-up is officially over" are not the words he expects to hear come out of her mouth.
He stutters and she places a finger on his mouth. "Listen Kermit the Frog, this fling's been fun, but you're right. I gotta win back my girl from Wheels so then he can win back his from Situ-asian. It's just how it's meant to be."
She kisses him one last time (he thinks it's her way of saying thank you), then starts to walk down the hall. "Oh and good luck trying to win back yours!" she shouts at him while waving her hand behind her back.
He understands what she's trying to say, but he and Quinn aren't alternate universe material. He knows this 'cuz in that world she's dating Puck but wants Finn who Rachel's in love with but she's with Blaine who's confused about her and Kurt who...
His phone beeps with a message from Quinn saying he's an hour late. He sighs because he needs to control his imagination. He slams his locker shut and walks to his Jeep to drive to her house.
He doesn't expect to see Finn's old Toyota 4Runner in her driveway when he pulls up against the curb. He feels like it's a punch to his gut, but he knows he has no right to feel like this anymore because he broke up with her.
He's walking up the sidewalk just as Finn's leaving her house. The taller boy seems to have an apologetic look on his face, but it's quickly replaced by a smirk instead. Finn smugly nods his head and gets into his truck driving away.
He scoffs because of course they're back together, it was inevitable. He rings the doorbell, waiting impatiently for her to answer.
She comes to the door looking like the girl who isn't the one everyone sees at school. Hair in a lazy ponytail nothing like her Cheerios one, and wearing sweatpants with a McKinley hoodie on. His lips turn up into a small smile because he knows she's comfortable being her true self around him.
"Come in, Sam. Finn was just here to drop me off," she adds as if trying to explain the presence of one of her ex(?)-boyfriends.
He wants to seem as if he doesn't care so he just replies with a "Whatever." He doesn't notice the heartbroken look that appears on Quinn's face.
He wonders if her mom is home because the woman's never really trusted him, no matter how many times he tried to win her over. She seems to read his mind though and answers his question before he can ask.
"My mom's in Cleveland for the week because my sister just moved into her new house and needed the help."
He responds with a curt nod of the head. He's pretty sure they awkwardly stand there for ten minutes before she breaks the silence.
"So do you have any ideas about what we should write about?"
He's just about to shrug, when she lashes out at him. "Can you please talk to me here? I'm really sick of this robot act you're pulling on me."
He tries to remain calm, but he's pretty angry at her right now. He knows he promised that he'd try to act nice to her, and he's really trying to, but he can't just pretend that everything's alright, especially now that she's back together with Finn,the evil mastermind behind their relationship's end.
"What do you want from me Quinn?" he sighs tiredly.
She begs with a pleading expression on her face. "I'm just asking you to try and forgive me. We don't have to be friends, but I just need you to accept my apology. I feel so bad about what I did to you."
"You really hurt me you know. I thought everyone at school was exaggerating about you and how you act like the manipulative and lying queen bee who only cared about herself. I didn't listen though and I saw you as this sweet and vulnerable girl who just made a mistake last year because she was losing the guy she loved," he replies. "Then you go and prove me wrong by cheating again."
He sees tears start forming in her eyes, but none fall down. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
"Yeah, you probably didn't mean to, but we always do things because we have a want to. All I'm confused about is why'd you do it? I know I had that problem with pressuring you for a little something something, but other than that, we were fine. What made you do it?" he asks curiously.
"Finn's my first love," she replies honestly. "I still have feelings for him, and we never really got the closure we needed."
He moves his head up and down to show that he understands. Inside though, he feels his heart break into even tinier pieces. He's surprised his heart doesn't stop working when he hears her next words that confirm what he already knows. "I thought you have a right to know that he and I are together again. It's not permanent, just a test to work things out. I don't think it'll last though because -"
"I hope you guys are happy together," he cuts her off. "I think I'll just write the song on my own and e-mail you the lyrics so you can revise them if you want. I'm going to go home now. Bye!"
He walks as quickly as possible out of the house, never turning back to look at her. As soon as he's in his jeep, he drives to wherever his subconscious takes him, ending up at the local park.
He bangs the steering wheel in anger because he'll probably never escape her.
He frustratedly hits his head against the headrest because he wants to move on but can't.
He profusely runs his hand through his hair because she says she and Finn are each other's first loves and although that never dies, he thinks the two of them are each other's true loves, and that kind of love is meant to be.