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Me & Mrs. Jones

Chapter Two

Quinn sat alone in the auditorium fiddling with her fringe. After just hearing Sam's very heartfelt confession, she simply wasn't in the mood for first period.

When thinking about Sam, Quinn used to think about how he proposed to her promising to marry her one day. Now all she could imagine was him doing the same for Mercedes. And it hurt. See, Quinn liked to think of Mercedes as a friend. She had been there for her towards the end of her pregnancy but since then Quinn had barely said boo to her. In spite of this Quinn didn't want to see Mercedes getting harmed. Yes, I'll help her! I'll warn her! Quinn tried to convince herself that's what she should do. It wasn't jealousy... At all...

Mercedes should appreciate anything Quinn would do for her anyway. Okay!

Hearing the late bell ringing, Quinn slowly dragged herself up from her seat in the auditorium and trudged along to her English lesson. First period with me Sam Evans, you better watch out.

Hearing the late bell ring, Sam quickly composed himself and unlocked the door to the toilet stall. Grabbing his rucksack once again Sam slowly made his way to the English room. He had too many thoughts rushing through his mind for his liking.

Will Quinn tell anyone?
Does Quinn hate me now?
How late will I be for English?
When is Avatar 2 coming out?
Have I got any lessons with Mercedes today?
I wonder if she's wearing those trousers with the zebra pattern. I like those lots...
... Wait... What was I think about again?
Mercedes scrambles up my mind...

A grin spread over Sam's face. He must have looked pretty stupid beaming to himself but he couldn't help it. Whenever he thought about Mercedes he just had this uncontrollable urge to smile. She had such a good effect on him. Then suddenly...

SMACK!

Sam staggered backwards rubbing his head vigorously. Ouch! His head was throbbing with a sharp pain. He had been so absorbed in his feelings for Mercedes he had walked into the English room door. Realising his mistake Sam quickly opened the door only to have 25 people sniggering at him and pointing to a now forming bruise on his head.

"Great!" Sam mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

"Yes Mr Evans, you are indeed late! But next time if you could please refrain from attempting to break down my classroom door in you rush to get here on time." The teacher smirked at Sam before turning around to write on the board.

Sam nodded his apology towards him and sat down in the only spare seat in the room. This was next to Quinn at the back of the class.

"I bet you planned this" Sam hissed at the other blonde, as the lesson began.

"Oh please how could I plan for you to make an ass of yourself? You might want to use Arnica on that by the way." Quinn leered at Sam from underneath her bangs, and pointed to his bruised forehead.

"Yeah... I will. And I was actually referring to us sitting together. This is so you can interrogate me isn't it?"

Quinn sighed and replied "No, it seems as though nobody wants to sit with me anymore. I mean, I know I'm a bitch but last year people would have killed to look at me, let alone sit in a stupid chair." She shuffled closer to Sam "Nobody likes me anymore." Quinn dropped her head and wrote a few notes down into her textbook, to look busy.

Sam didn't like seeing Quinn upset. Even though they weren't together, he still cared for her and he knew just as well as anyone that it was hard trying to fit in. Quinn just wanted to be loved, and Sam could see that.

"Hey" Sam said softly and gently tapped her nose. "You don't need anyone. You're Quinndependent!" Sam winked at Quinn, and flashed a large guppy smile.

Quinn looked him dead in the eye and relaxed a little, then smiled back lightly. She had missed Sam. Maybe Mercedes was lucky to have him. It was obvious he couldn't hurt her because as Santana once said he has no game.

Halfway through the lesson Quinn decided to ask Sam about his relationship with Mercedes. She knew couldn't sit there any longer and pretend not to know a thing about the diva shaped elephant in the room. All Quinn could really gather from Sam's confession in the Auditorium earlier was that Sam met up with Mercedes everyday (Or her mother... See Mrs.) and he could now afford to buy coffee.

"Do you really like her then?" Quinn murmured.

"I don't love her though." Sam replied a little too quickly. He suddenly felt a stab of guilt rush through him. Sam didn't know exactly what caused him to tell that to Quinn. It wasn't that Sam hadn't thought about loving Mercedes, in fact he was quickly falling for her. But he was afraid that Mercedes did not reciprocate his feelings. And no matter how nice Quinn was being, there was NO WAY that Sam would tell her that.

He shot her a quick look, and her face had turned from inquisitive to empathetic. Uh-Oh.

"I can see that Sam. It's because you're still in love with me... Right?" Quinn began to nod understandingly and began patting Sam on the back.

"No Quinn." Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Sorry" he added quickly when he saw that her facial expressions had turned from sympathy to anger to embarrassment in the space of a second. However, Quinn quickly regained her bitchy persona.

"Just as well, I would never take you back anyway. In fact I feel bad for Mercedes. Have you made her sit through your stupid Avatar DVD?"

"Actually that got taken when they repossessed our house." Sam replied honestly.

"Oh." Way to make me seem like a jerk Sam. Quinn winced at his sincerity.

"Luckily Mercedes had a copy at her house. It was the Na'vi special edition one as well! I'm pretty sure it was her brothers but she sat and watched it with me anyway!" Sam tilted his head towards the ceiling, with a stupid grin plastered on his face for about the sixth time that day, as if he were remembering that day.

Ew. They are definitely good for each other. Quinn thought bitterly.

"Okay Sam, I'll keep your relationship a secret" Quinn snapped him out of his daze, when he heard the smirk in her voice.

"What's the catch?" the boy remarked sharply and turned to face the ex-Cheerio.

"Mmm, no catch baby." Quinn winked. Then she dropped her smile and looked at Sam seriously, and with a whisper in her voice she carried on speaking. "Just, sit with me in lessons? I forgot how awful it is to be alone. Only until people respect me again at least. It won't be long." Quinn smirked once more "Soon everybody will be remembering what a hot mess I am."

Sam gave her a limp smile and said nothing after that. What he did do was take Quinn's hand from underneath the desk and give it a quick squeeze. It was the kind of squeeze that said I'll-scratch-your-back-if-you-scratch-mine. Quinn seemed to realise that and she gave him a weak squeeze back.

Sam would soon realise that he should have known better than to trust Quinn Fabray.

A/N: This is supposed to be a Samcedes fic, yet I haven't actually put Mercedes in a chapter yet :s
But never fear. She is in the next chapter! So. Yeah. Woo Mercedes!

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