It had been a couple weeks since Sam's injury and the boy was still on the road to recovery. He had been resting for the most part, as were the doctor's orders, and although it might've been helping his arm, it didn't do much for his social life. Without football practice, he hadn't been able to spend as much time with Quinn as he would've liked, which made him that much more anxious to get better. So when Quinn told him about the kegger at one of the cheerleader's houses, he agreed to it wholeheartedly.

As they arrive, Sam notices a bunch of his buddies from the football team are already there.

Quinn looks at him as they pull up. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

He turns to her with a charming smile. "Yeah, I just want to have some fun. I miss hanging out with you."

She returns the smile as she steps out of the car, "We'll have fun tonight."

"Quinnie!" Brittany calls out to her. The girl jumps out of the back of a jeep filled with a bunch of other jocks and Cheerios.

"Hey Britt!" She pulls the girl into a tiny hug. "Is Artie here?"

She shakes her head a bit sadly, "He said it wasn't his scene. Berry's here though."

As if processing the information Quinn asks skeptically, "Rachel's here?"

Brittany nods. "Cause of Finn, ya know?"

Finally putting it together the blonde nods slightly. "Right."

"Hey, Britt. You look nice," Sam says warmly.

"Thanks. I wasn't sure what to wear so I just went with the dress that's easiest to take off…" Quinn and Sam give her a look but she doesn't seem to notice as she continues, "That way if I get stuck on anything, I can just take it off without having to wait for someone to come rescue me… I think I finally understand feminism."

Sam's eyes widen, "That's actually a really good idea."

Quinn shakes her head, "So, we should head inside, yeah?"

The three of them enter the house together. Loud dance music fills the air as the smell of beer and sweat quickly permeates their clothing.

Santana appears from the crowd and pulls Brittany into a hug, addressing Quinn and Sam afterward. "Hey, Q. Fish Lips."

"Hey, Santana…" Quinn gives her a once over, noticing the way her dress emphasizes her… curves. "Uh, what are you wearing?"

"What are you wearing?" The Latina asks raising an eyebrow at the blonde's chaste dress. "Going to Sunday school, are we?"

The blonde clenches her jaw. "There's nothing wrong with a little modesty. Some things are better left to the imagination."

Santana shrugs. "Drink a little beer. You might feel differently."

"Actually I don't really like—" The blonde begins but the Latina ignores her and hands her a cup anyway. "Thanks." She finishes flatly.

"When you're done being Miss Congeniality come dance with us." She gestures toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room as Brittany drags her toward it.

Quinn nods as she watches them go.

She feels Sam's hand on her shoulder as he kisses the side of her head. "I think I'm going to find a place to hang out on the deck… Don't want to risk further injury," He says as he holds up his sling. "Also, I'm pretty sure that's where most of the guys will be hanging out anyway."

The blonde nods, "Sure, sounds good."

As he's leaving, he sees Finn making his way over to them. Suddenly seeming a bit concerned he adds, "But I'll stay with you if you want."

She smiles, "I'll be fine. I'll come find you after I say hi to everyone."

"Hey guys," He greets them with a small smile.

"Hey, Finn," Sam says with a wave.

"Evans!" Someone calls out from the deck.

"See you in a few, babe," The blonde boy says excusing himself.

Now that he's gone, Finn focuses his attention on the girl in front of him. "I didn't think you'd make it here because of Sam. How is he doing?"

"He's better. Starting physical therapy soon."

"Good. I'm glad he's getting better." Then gesturing to the party around them. "Remember when we used to go to these things together?"

She nods and replies teasingly, "I remember alright. Your drunk headstands were always the highlight of my night."

He grins at her. "Me? What about you and the drunk little chicken dance you do?"

She bites her tongue, blushing a little. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Finn, I told you—" Rachel appears next to him, stopping suddenly when she sees the blonde. "Quinn."

"Rachel." She replies evenly.

The brunette looks around. "Where's Sam?"

"He's out on the deck."

She spots him now and nods. "How is he doing?"

"Better… Yeah, a lot better."

"That's good."

Observing the awkward silence between the three of them, Quinn quickly excuses herself. "Well, I'll see you guys around. Bye."

The blonde works her way around the room, saying hi to a few other cheerleaders before she finds herself near the dance floor where Santana and Brittany drag her into their circle. She laughs as Brittany dances like a crazy fool; she always turned into a futuristic sort of dancing machine whenever she had the least bit of alcohol. Knowing that she can't keep up with her, she turns toward Santana who seems to be enjoying watching Brittany's moves just as much as she is. The girls share a laugh before Santana offers her hand so that she can twirl her around. When she takes it, something shoots through Quinn that she can't quite place.

It's not like it isn't anything that they haven't done a hundred times before but for some reason, this time it feels different to her. This time there's a flutter in her stomach every time the brunette gets a little too close. Quinn can feel her hazel eyes traveling her body, stopping in places where they shouldn't. Trying to snap herself out of it, she focuses on the music, making sure to put a good amount of space between them. Santana gives her a weird look but she pretends not to notice. One of the jocks behind the Latina accidentally pushes her forward, sending her into Quinn, and despite the fact that the contact doesn't last more than a second; Quinn suddenly feels the need to be very drunk.

[\\Three beers later…]

This was such a good idea.

She sways to the music now, not giving any fucks as to whom she's dancing with. Brittany tries to steady her by keeping a hand on her shoulder but Quinn seems determined to face plant on the ground. She falls forward but the Latina swoops in to catch her before she can make contact. The warmth of the girl's skin makes her head feel dizzier than it already does. She sighs in exasperation. So like Santana, always being a total bitch, and then doing something redeemable right when she's convinced she could hate her. As she tries to stand upright, her body refuses to cooperate, so she stays there clinging to her. She looks into the girl's brown eyes and realizes that they're actually very pretty. She's about to say something to that effect but upon opening her mouth, she feels her body rebelling against her, and it just comes out as a moan.

"God, Q, what have you done?" The brunette knits her eyebrows worriedly.

The blonde doesn't process the question because her attention has shifted from the girl's eyes to her lips. She remembers how they felt pressed against hers. She remembers how she was interrupted before she had a chance to taste her… Suddenly she's overcome with an overwhelming desperation to finish what she started. Firmly, she plants both hands on the side of her neck. Santana seems a bit confused by the gesture, but before Quinn can move herself any further, it happens. She can feel the bile rising in her stomach. She quickly removes herself from the girl and runs to the bathroom, Santana trailing behind her.

"Quinn, are you okay?"

By the time the brunette makes it to the bathroom, Quinn is already hanging over the toilet, getting sick.

"Go away," The girl groans miserably.

Santana enters anyway and sits down next to her, gently rubbing her back.

The blonde wears a pained expression. "That's making it worse."

"Sorry," The brunette says quickly as she removes her hand. "Are you becoming a raging alcoholic now or something?"

The girl shakes her head but doesn't meet her eyes. "I wasn't even going to drink tonight. I just wanted to stop thinking so much." She can tell she's going to get sick again so she leans back over the toilet, as she does, the brunette brushes her hair into a makeshift ponytail for her. "You don't have to do this."

Santana shrugs. "It's nothing we haven't done before. We are friends… Sometimes."

The blonde throws up again and afterward tries to regain her composure somewhat but ends up failing. Her voice is soft when she finally responds, "I just don't know what I want anymore."

The Latina senses the honesty in her words and tries her best to comfort her. "Trust me, Q. Once you sober up, you'll feel a lot better. Things will seem easier."

Quinn doesn't seem too convinced. "I doubt it," She says a bit sadly.

With the blonde's hair pulled back, Santana notices her neck. Not that she hadn't seen it before, she just hadn't noticed it. Without thinking, she runs her thumb from its nape to the base, causing the girl to shiver under her touch. The blonde gives her a sideways glance as the brunette bites the inside of her cheek.

"Sorry." Suddenly, Santana finds herself wishing that she had never kissed the girl at Berry's party, that she had never teased her about hooking up; but above all, she found herself wishing that she had never danced with her tonight. It was all too much. She just couldn't look at the blonde the same way anymore, she couldn't help but think what it would be like to—"Just fucking stop it," She doesn't realize she's said the words out loud until she hears Quinn's soft, husky voice.

"San?"

She clears her throat, suddenly wanting to be anywhere else but in the same room as her. "I'm gonna go. Feel better, okay?"

The blonde nods and goes back to resting her head against the side of the toilet as Santana leaves.

The Latina feels the color in her face as she leaves the bathroom.

Come on, Lopez. You need to nut up. And you need to follow through with your plan.

Sure, she had gone soft after the whole shoulder incident but now it was time for her to put her game face back on. Once she had Sam, she was sure all of this would go away. She just needed to focus. As she makes her way through the crowded house, she searches for the familiar brunette.

"Hey, Berry!" She calls out.

"Hi, Santana, what's—"

"Finn and I hooked up last year."

Rachel pauses involuntarily. "What?"

She stands there, letting the information process before finally catching Finn's gaze and running out of the party. Finn seems to connect the dots when he sees Santana standing there. She shrugs nonchalantly and strolls over to Sam. They watch as Finn and Rachel argue on the porch, still visible to everyone inside.

"If I were you, Trouty Mouth, I'd watch your little girlfriend. Now that Finn's top dog again, you have some competition." Rachel storms off now, shoving Finn away. "Not to mention the fact that it looks like Rachel's out of the picture now… Or didn't you notice the way they were looking at each other earlier?"

[\\]

Puck makes his way over to Santana's locker, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"What is this?" Puck says waving a book in front of Santana's face.

"It's called a book, you moron."

"No, I know… But not just any book… A diary," He says with a devilish grin.

Santana quickly snatches it from his grasp and her eyes widen in horror. "Where did you get this?"

"You left it in the back of my convertible the other night. Don't get me wrong, I was happy with the results. 3rd place is fine by me as long as you and Brittany are the only ones front of me," He wiggles his eyebrows even though Santana is sure he isn't aware of the double entendre.

"You can't tell anyone about this," She says in a serious tone.

"How about this? Threesome: you, me, and Britt. Then we'll pretend like this whole thing never happened," He says with a smirk.

She folds her arms and glares at him. "How about this? Threesome: you, my fist, your face."

"Whoa, whoa. Chill out my sexy little chili pepper." The brunette rolls her eyes disdainfully. "Your dirty secrets are safe with me."

"They better be because if any of this gets out, I won't be as careful as the Jew doctor who circumcised you."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

"A little visual imagery should cure you of that." A pained expression crosses his face as he reflects on her words. "Told ya," She says with a shrug. She places the diary back into her locker, slamming it shut.

The brunette makes her way over to Brittany's locker. "Puck knows about the diary."

"What diary?" The blonde asks in confusion.

"Our diary."

Her mouth falls open. "How?"

"Look, it doesn't matter. I got it back from him and if he tells anyone, he is beyond fucking dead. Don't worry about it."

Brittany nods, "I wonder what my therapist will say about this one… Puck can read, right?"

Santana pauses, "I think so." Her gaze shifts as she notices Sam and Quinn across the hall. "Wonder what's going on in Barbie world..."

[\\]

"So I'm beginning to think we should steer clear of anymore high school parties that involve drinking," The blonde boy says teasingly.

Quinn shakes her head, "I'm really sorry. I swear I'm usually not like that."

"Hey, it's okay. I was just teasing. Everyone has their moments… You're cute even when you're shitfaced."

She looks at him in disbelief. "You are seriously deluded."

He gives her an innocent smile. "I always think you're cute."

The couple turns around when they hear Rachel and Finn fighting with each other at the end of the hallway. The tall boy walks away from her angrily while the brunette is left there crying.

"What do you think that's about?" The blonde ponders.

Sam shrugs lightly. "Does it matter?"

"We're in high school. This is probably what people are going to be talking about for the rest of the day."

"Well, unless we give them something else to talk about…" He places a hand on her elbow and brings her into a deep kiss. Quinn returns the kiss, if a bit hesitantly.

When they pull apart, she raises an eyebrow and looks at him questionably. "What was that for?"

"I love you," He says simply.

Quinn feels a pit in her stomach. "I—" The school bell rings. "I have to go to class."

As she makes her way toward their history class, she catches up with Brittany and Santana. "Do either of you know what's going on with Finn and Rachel?"

Santana smirks, "Rachel found out about Finn and I hooking up. Then she ran to Puck for comfort, and we both know how open his arms are whenever it comes to Finn's scorned women."

"I wonder who told her."

"I did," The Latina says evenly.

"Really, Santana? Subtle."

"Must've been the alcohol."

"Yeah, I don't buy that for a second," Quinn says with a sideways look. "You were the one taking care of me last night. What's your angle?"

The brunette shrugs. "I don't need an angle. Berry is always walking around with her nose in the air. She needs to get over herself," Then she adds a little bitterly, "Also, if you and Ken wouldn't mind keeping the PDA to a minimum in the hallways, it'd be appreciated. I do try to keep my breakfast down these days."

The blonde sighs, responding casually. "Jealous much?"

The Latina freezes in her tracks, her face feeling very hot all of a sudden. Realizing she's talking about Sam, she tries to recover. "Right. I mean, no… I'm sure the whole celibacy thing will wear him out soon enough." But her remark doesn't carry the same venom that it usually does.

They all take their usual seats, Britt and Santana in the back and Quinn up near the front next to Finn. The class seems to pass slower than usual and as soon as the dismissal bell rings, the brunette boy is on his feet as he runs after Quinn.

"Hey, Quinn."

She startles a bit, not expecting to talk to anyone. "Hi."

"I want to talk to you about something."

She shakes her head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say."

"You're right, I don't, but that doesn't change the fact that the only reason you're talking to me now is because you and Rachel are fighting," She responds evenly.

"We're not fighting. We broke up."

"Look, I'm sure the whole thing with Puck didn't mean anything." When he looks at her questionably she adds, "This is high school."

He nods, understanding. "Whether or not it meant anything is kinda beside the point."

"What's the point then?"

"Seeing you at that party last night kind of made me remember the way things used to be between us. You know, we both come from the same world. Rachel will never be able to fully understand it. We were good together," He says as he admires her hazel eyes.

She laughs a little bitterly. "Were we now?"

"Believe what you want, Quinn, but I never stopped caring about you. Deep down I think you still care about me too."

"I'm with Sam," She says simply.

"When I see you kiss him, you get a far away look in your eye, like you're not really thinking about him."

Quinn feels her face flush, trying not to think about his words. Instead, glaring at him. "You're way out of line."

"Okay, so then prove me wrong. Kiss me."

She pauses now, a bit taken aback. "What?"

"Kiss me."

The blonde shakes her head as she walks away, biting gently on her tongue. "Not gonna happen."

As she walks away, she wonders if maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. What if the kiss would finally give her some answers? Maybe things hadn't felt right with Sam lately because she was holding onto her feelings for Finn. She sighs to herself, being a teenager was too confusing sometimes.

[\\]

"Is this some kind of joke?" The blonde huffs as she approaches Finn at his garish Kissing Booth.

"Um, I'm raising money for Glee Club," He says innocently as he points to the sign on the stand.

"I know what you're doing and it's not gonna work," She states as she glares at him.

"You sure about that?"

She nods affirmatively. "Definitely."

Santana approaches them. "What's up with the kissing booth? Aren't they only supposed to have these things at like carnivals with freak shows or something?" She then breaks out into a devilish grin. "Oh wait…"

Finn looks at her stupidly while Quinn interjects. "Ha-ha. Very funny, Santana. You would know."

"You guys aren't dating anymore, right? Even though he looks like a retarded Teletubby half the time doesn't mean you have to defend him… Unless there's something you aren't telling everyone?" She quirks an eyebrow at her.

"I'm with Sam," Quinn says with exasperation.

"Yeah, ya keep saying that, but who are you really trying to convince?"

As if on cue, Sam joins them. "What's going on here?"

"Oh, nothing much," Santana says casually. "Q was about to get her mack on with Flubber."

The blonde boy's mouth hangs open a bit. "What?"

Quinn turns to him. "That's not true."

"But it's for Glee Club," The Latina adds.

"Yeah, strictly business," Finn says, feeling left out of the conversation.

Sam looks dumbfounded, shifting his gaze between the three of them.

"Fine!" Quinn finally shouts in frustration as she glares at Santana. "If this is what it's going to take to end all of this, I'll do it."

The Latina smirks triumphantly as the school bell rings.

"After school then?" Finn suggests.

The blonde nods, "Sure." As she walks away, Sam follows her. She spins on her heels when they've separated themselves from the crowd. "You're an idiot."

"What I do?"

Quinn tries to control her anger but she can feel it boiling over. "Finn is trying to get me to kiss him and you just stand there. Is this what you want?"

"Look, I think maybe there's still something going on between you guys. Maybe if you just kiss him, you'll know for sure one way or the other and we can move past it."

"Why would you even think there's something going on between us?"

"Well, Santana said—"

"Santana. Right…" She says as she clenches her jaw. "Well, she isn't in this relationship. It shouldn't matter what other people say. You either trust me or you don't." When the blonde boy pauses a second too long she finishes for him, "Wrong answer." She takes the promise ring off her finger and hands it to him. "Bye, Sam."

[\\]

As the last class ends, Santana makes her way into the girl's bathroom to re-apply her make-up. She hears someone sobbing in one of the stalls and mutters under her breath before addressing them.

"Hey, could you not cry so loudly? It's kind of distracting and I'm trying to apply eyeliner."

There's a sniffle before the voice responds. "Fuck off, Santana."

"Q?" She walks over to the stall and knocks on the door. "What's going on?"

"I broke up with Sam," She says softly.

The Latina pauses. "Because of Finn?"

Quinn sighs in exasperation. "Why does everyone immediately think that? I don't even know… You should be happy. You can have him all to yourself now."

"Hey, open up." The brunette taps on the door again.

The blonde blows her nose but finally pushes the stall door open to see Santana standing there. "What do you want?" She says bitterly.

Seeing Quinn like this melts Santana's heart a little bit. She didn't want to see her friend upset over a stupid boy. Conflicting emotions course through her. This is what she had wanted though, wasn't it? Sam was fair game now. She could finally finish that damn diary. For some reason though, the thought of being with Sam didn't excite her anymore. The blonde's mussed up hair and tear streaked face were doing more for her than seeing the boy's shirtless abs. "I'm sorry about, Sam. Really."

The blonde chuckles lightly. "It was never going to last. I just liked the way it felt to be with him. To have someone like me as much as he did. Finn was never very good about that stuff, but it always seems like something keeps bringing us together. That has to mean something, right?" She stands up now and makes her way to the mirror to straighten herself up. "Can I borrow your eyeliner?"

Santana nods and hands it over to her. "Are you still going to meet him?"

She pauses as she watches the girl in the corner of the mirror. "Yeah, not like I have anything to lose… Maybe it will give me some answers." She finishes applying the eyeliner and turns to the girl to give it back to her.

The Latina goes to take it from her but instead runs her fingers along the pulse point of the girl's wrist, down the length of her hand. The slight contact causes Quinn's pulse to quicken. "You know, you don't have to go… You don't have anything to prove…" She ends the gesture by taking the eyeliner from her. Raising her eyebrow suggestively she finishes with, "You could stay here…"

The buzz of the PA system interrupts them. Sue's voice comes on over the intercom. "Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Quinn Fabray: In my office… now."