Hey guys! I'm updating fast because I'm excited that I just started my new fanficiton account! I hope you guys like this chapter!
—Lucy
Not wanting to stick around the party anymore, Quinn decides to leave without saying goodbye. She can hear yells coming from downstairs and they're mostly all about Sam and Santana "Getting it in" which is something Quinn doesn't really want to deal with anymore.
She walks onto the road, her shoes in one hand, trying to make it safely home when she's still a little buzzed. She reaches up with her other hand and touches her lips. They still tingle from her kiss with Sam. It was amazing. It was like they finally connected and she loved every minute of it.
But he didn't want her back and it was something she had to accept.
She watches her feet as she walks and they start shifting back and forth, back and forth and she almost falls into the road. In this moment in time, Quinn has never felt so alone in all of her life.
It doesn't take long for Quinn to make it home. She drops her shoes next to the front door and avoids contact with her mother while she goes up the stairs and into her room. Without even changing out of her clothes, Quinn crawls into bed and falls asleep.
Someone's hands touch Quinn's shoulders lightly while she's lying down and wake her up. Scared as to who it is, Quinn pulls back. But then she sees his face. It's Sam. He's standing over her with his perfectly combed blonde hair and his beautiful lips. Quinn opens her mouth to talk but Sam lifts a finger to stop her. Instead, he pulls her towards him and brings her lips to him. He kisses her so deeply that he skin feels like it is going to melt right off of her. Every part of her body is on fire. He lightly guides her back on the bed and hovers over her. His hand ghosts up her shirt and she feels like she is about to burst into flames. He parts his lips and breathes on her. "Sam," she whispers.
And is startled awake when she nearly falls out of bed. Quinn takes a minute to catch her breath. It was only a dream, she tells herself.
"Sorry," she hears in the darkness.
Quinn screams but covers her mouth when she realizes it's Sam standing in her room.
"Fabulous," she says to herself. "Now it's like Inception in here. A dream within a dream. Goodness gracious." She tries smacking her head to wake up but it doesn't work. Instead, she's just hurting herself. She takes a deep breath and look in front of her. "Dream, please leave me alone. I'm tried and hung over and I just want some peace and quiet while I try to ignore the blazing headache I have."
Sam takes a step forward into the room, trying to suppress his laugh from the obviously confused Quinn. "Were you just dreaming about me, Quinn?" Sam asks, biting his bottom lip.
She rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. "Since this is a dream it doesn't matter what I tell you so yes. I had a dream that Sam and I were kissing. The real Sam, not you. And it was amazing and then just as it was getting good, I feel into this dream and now I can't seem to wake—up—" Quinn swallows hard when realization hits her in the face. "This is real isn't it?" she asks quietly.
Sam nods.
Quinn can't help herself but throw her body across the room and start punching Sam as hard as she can. It's not very hard but the intent is still there. He grabs her hands and pins them to her sides with ease. "You know you're going to lose this, Quinn."
"Why would you let me tell you that? Clearly I thought that Leonardo DiCaprio was going to walk in anytime soon!"
Sam laughs again but bites down on his lip. "I'm sorry, okay? Can we make peace?"
Quinn calms down but pulls away. She storms over to her bed, glad the blinds are closed or he would be able to see just how red her cheeks are. Sam comes over to her bed and sits down next to her.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I should have tried to convince you a little harder that you weren't sleeping."
Quinn rolls her eyes. "What are you doing here, anyways? Shouldn't you be off blaming it on the alcohol or whatever? Maybe having Santana straddle your hips while she makes out with you, not even realizing that you're an actual human being?"
"Be nice," Sam says quietly. "She's my girlfriend."
"I was your girlfriend first," Quinn mumbles, but Sam ignores it.
He hesitates for a moment but eventually says, "I came over here to make sure you're okay. We ended on a bad note and then you left without another word. I didn't know what else to do but go looking for you. I knew you didn't have a car and all of your friends were at the party. You scared me half to death."
"I'm not yours to worry about anymore, remember?" Quinn mumbles.
"Still, I do worry about you," he says kindly, instantly making Quinn feel bad for being so rude. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I can leave now."
"You're not driving, are you?" Quinn demands.
"No," Sam says. "I'm walking home."
"You live ten minutes away by car," she protests.
He shrugs. "That's pretty much my only option. Santana's staying at Rachel's, Finn hates me because of everything with you, and I refuse to call my parents so it looks like I'm out of luck."
He gets off of the bed and starts for the door when Quinn calls out, "You can stay here."
He pivots and faces her. "Are you actually crazy?" he asks.
"Sam," Quinn sighs. "I know you probably hate me right now and I deserve that, but we can still be friends. And friends help each other out. You can stay in the guest room and then I'll drive you home in the morning when we're sober and perfectly fine to drive."
Sam pauses for a minute, contemplating his answer. But he eventually says, "I should get home."
"Sam," Quinn begs. "Trust me."
He laughs and Quinn realizes that was the wrong choice of words. Sam has no reason to trust her. But he nods. "Okay," he says. "Just don't tell Santana about this, alright?"
Quinn nods, biting her lip. She figures that if she can't be with Sam, be with him the way that she wants, then she can at least have him in her life. They can still be friends and that way she can still be in his life. It's going to take a long time for him to regain trust in Quinn and she knows that. But she's willing to try. She's in love with Sam and she's not going to stop at anything until she gets what she wants.
"Do you need help finding the guest room?" Quinn asks.
He shakes his head. "We used to come here all the time when we were dating," he says. "Thank you, Quinn."
"Thank you, Sam. It's really sweet of you to worry about me the way that you do," Quinn says. "I don't deserve you."
Sam walks over to Quinn's bed and holds her face in his hands. He brings his lips to her forehead and holds them there for what seems like an eternity, but in Quinn's mind, it's not long enough. He whispers against her skin, "You deserve the best, Quinn. I will always love you."
And before Quinn can open her eyes, he's gone. Her heart feels like it is about to jump out of her chest.
"I'm sorry," Quinn whispers before falling back onto her bed for a restless sleep.
Hope you all liked it! New chapter coming soon! Remember to review so I know what you guys really think!
Love you all—Lucy
