So, I had a lot of inspiration last night and had to write it all down before I forgot so I wrote this chapter pretty much straight away and i'm pretty sure i know what I wan't to do with the next one. I just don't know which POV to use (I do have a plan/ reason for using Mercedes' but that's not for a little while I think).
Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, you guys are lovely!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or Glee etc.
A beautiful blonde girl with creamy skin and green eyes was staring at Quinn through a shiny, reflective surface. Every move the Quinn made, this girl also made, running her hands through her styled blonde hair at the exact same time.
The girl was wearing a powder blue skater dress with a high neckline, which fell five inches above her knee. The dress complemented her perfectly, it's lacy patterns highlighting her face perfectly and the light colour bringing out golden flecks in her eyes. Paired with her heeled brown scandals, they made her desirable and sexy whilst wholesome and dainty at the same time. She was wearing minimal make up- the lightest foundation with only a hint of eye-liner and mascara. The only thing different and bold about her outfit was her bright red lipstick.
Quinn knew that the girl in the mirror was herself, but somehow felt detached from her. The girl in the mirror was a ghost, her emotions not quite reaching her eyes, broken under the cleverly applied makeup which gave her the illusion of wearing none at all.
She turned to her friends, nervously checking herself over "Do I look okay?" she asked. Despite the hard front she put on, Quinn was anything but confident. She desperately sought approval from anyone and everyone she met. She eyes Brittany who was wearing a pair of dark blue denim shorts with a bright yellow bandeau and Santana who was wearing a figure hugging black dress. They both looked striking.
"Of course you do!" Brittany smiled kindly, making her way over to Quinn and enveloping her into a hug with her slender arms. Quinn couldn't help tasting the green spikes of jealousy in her mouth at Brittany's figure. She didn't need high heels or short skirts to be skinny, to be beautiful. Quinn sighed softly, closing her eyes. She couldn't bare to look at her friend for too long without feeling awful about herself.
"You look hot Q" Satana drawled in her smoking induced rasp. She grabbed her camera, rushing over to the blonde pair "Smile!" she ordered, squeezing in beside them and holding the lens out in front of her, positioning her finger over the little shutter.
Before Quinn ha time to react, Santana had already pushed the button and was looking over the photo "Perfect" she smiled. It was their tradition to get ready together before parties, to take a photo before each one. Quinn in the middle, Santana to her right, Brittany to her left "The Unholy Trinity" Brittany murmured, "I'm going to miss you guys"
"Oh no you don't!" Santana half shouted "We won't be talking about this, no, no me gusta. It's Quinn's night! We're so proud of you Q, after everything, you came through more confident and happy than ever!" she exclaimed, pulling Quinn back into another hug.
"Yeah" Quinn replied absentmindedly. When honestly, she was anything but. Her big eyes drooped, heavy with fatigue. She didn't feel like partying, in fact, all she wanted to do was curl up with a hot chocolate and watch a movie. But Santana and Brittany had put in so much work for her, for this party, she had to at least try to have fun. The words I was just stuck on everything I didn't have, and not the stuff that was good, stuff for the future echoed around in her mind. The very words she had said to Sam not three weeks before. This feeling, the feeling of self-hatred and depression wasn't going to last. It was the place, Lima, and she finally had her ticket out of there. Once she got to New York, everything would be perfect, she just had to let go.
"Come on!" Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her down the stairs "It's almost eight and we've got to check that everything's set up! Can't have another mess like Berry's party. I've got a reputation to keep up, you know" she winked, pulling a clear coloured bottle containing a transparent liquid and three shot glasses out of her cabinet.
"Let's start the fun a little early shall we?" she grinned, her eyes twinkling devilishly as she poured out the liquid.
Two hours into the party, and Quinn had already retreated into the corner, becoming a watcher. She was sitting at the base of the stairs down to Santana's basement, with bottle of vodka in one hand whilst she supported the her face with the other, elbow on her knee, quietly observing the scene. Everyone seemed to have coupled up, well of course, most of them were couples anyways, except for her.
Mercedes and Shane were snuggled up together on the sofa, holding hands but didn't seem to be talking or interacting much. In fact, Mercedes' eyes kept glancing over to the makeshift bar where Sam doing impressions for Kurt and Blaine who were laughing along with him. Finn and Rachel were sitting together in a corner, talking intimately whilst Santana and Brittany were dominating the dance floor. And of course, Puck was surrounded by girls in red Cheerios uniforms; Quinn rolled her eyes, surely they'd realised what an idiot he was now. Sure, she adored him, but only as a friend and knew that there was no possibility of them being anything more. There were various other jocks and people scattered around the room, but no one seemed to be paying attention to the sad blonde in the corner, even if it was 'her night.'
"Hey Quinn" came a voice in front of her "How's it going?"
She glanced upwards, and spotted Max, the handsome brunette footballer sidling up to her. He had bright blue eyes and a cheeky smile. "Hey Max, I'm okay, how are you?" she returned politely as he sat down next to her, so close that the entire left side of his body touched her right and lazily slung an arm over her shoulder. Quinn shuddered, trying not to push him away. She should be having fun, or at least, trying to be and Max was good-looking and seemed entertaining.
"I'm much better now" Max drawled and, before Quinn had time to comment on the cheesiness of his line, his lips were pressed to hers. Quinn squirmed, pressing her hands against his chest, and pushing backwards, hard. The combination of her strength through years of cheerios and gymnastics practices and surprise meant that she was able to push him away. But Max was stronger, and he leaned forwards again, pressing his lips roughly against Quinn's, kissing her hard.
"No" Quinn tried to shout, wincing away, but the boy wouldn't stop. His hands were now roaming Quinn's sides, lower and lower.
Then there was coldness. The absence of his body all over Quinn's was a pleasant surprise to her. She took a moment to compose herself, before looking up to what seemed to be the middle of a fight.
"What was that for?" yelled Max, shoving whoever had saved Quinn.
"Come on man, don't make this a fight. It was clear she didn't want it" The owner of the voice's face was hidden by the quickly forming crowd; so she couldn't identify him.
"What do you care? She's not yours anymore!" there was the sound of shoving, and the two figures moved backwards together.
"She may not be but that doesn't mean I don't care about her, just leave her alone!" Quinn's heart skipped a beat, she wasn't sure.. but of course! She would recognise that voice anywhere.
"And what if I don't want to?"
Quinn stood up, just in time to see Sam flying towards Max, shoving him up against the wall. "Just leave her alone" he yelled through gritted teeth. Quinn's pulse was racing, what was going on? Why was Sam doing this? She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her bearings, but they shot open again at the sound of skin hitting skin.
Quinn rushed off the staircase, trying to fight through the crowd of curious onlookers, but to no avail. They were all too drunk, too rowdy to let her through. Finally, there was a parting in the drunken wall which revealed Sam lying, sideways on the ground, purple marks already beginning to form around his eye.
There was a pain in her chest so strong that she swore her heart was breaking. Especially when she heard Sam moaning in pain. Immediately, Quinn rushed up the stairs towards Santana's kitchen, away from the awful scene.
"Are you feeling better now?" Quinn asked softly, green pools staring up at Sam's bruised but still handsome face. They were sitting against the wall in Santana's basement. Away from the body of the party and the music, where it was quieter. Although they were still in the open, it seemed to be much more private, or perhaps that was the effect that this boy had on her.
Quinn was holding the bag of frozen peas she had run up to retrieve just under Sam's eye. His skin creased slightly and he winced as he smiled at her "Yes, thank you.. you don't need to ask me every five seconds, you know" he teased.
"You know, this reminds me of an incident that happened last year" Quinn whispered, "We ended up in pretty much this exact position" she almost immediately regretted her words. Hating to bring up her mistakes from the past, only further reminding Sam that she didn't deserve him, that she was an awful person. Let go, Quinn, it's in the past, she thought.
"Yeah" Sam chuckled, "I kind of do this a lot. But, enough about me, ready to tell me what was wrong the other day? Outside your locker?"
"I'm fine" Quinn replied, too quickly seeming to almost snap at him. "Sorry, I er- I was just sad about leaving, I've had so many good memories here" Sam stared at her so intently that she was almost positive that he saw straight through her lie, but, as he didn't comment on it, she didn't either.
They were staring into each other's eyes for a long time before he broke the silence "You've got gunk in your eye"
"What?"
"I promised I would always tell you when you did, remember?" He looked at her with eyes so sincere that they made her heart melt. "And to me, that's that"
Did she remember? Of course she remembered, they were in the astronomy room and Sam had given her the most adorable speech, including saying he wanted to marry her some day, and a promise ring. But, back then she had been stupid, didn't know how perfect he was and how much she truly liked him; until it was too late. But what did this mean? Did he still like her? Could they possibly get back together? That's the past, Quinn, let go, remember, she scolded herself. "Uh, yeah I remember"
There was more silence, but it wasn't awkward. It never had been between them, they had this natural chemistry, a spark that meant that they understood each other without words.
"Uh, do you want to do something?" Sam asked, ruffling the hair behind his neck with his hand.
"Sure, like what?" Quinn asked, large, innocent eyes looking up at him.
"A party game?"
"Suggestions?"
A wicked grin came across Sam's face "Truth or dare."
"Okay, you first" Quinn smiled. If anyone else had said it, she would have laughed in his or her face, but this was Sam. This was how they worked; he rebuilt her with humour and charm whilst she accepted his goofiness because he was so sweet.
"Dare"
"Um.. drink some of this" Quinn, leaned over, pulling out her bottle of vodka and waving it in front of his face.
"Easy" Sam grinned, taking a large swig of the colourless liquid. He shuddered slightly at the taste "Truth or dare?"
"Dare"
"I dare you, to tell me why you were so upset the other day" He asked, raising his eyebrows at her.
"No fair!" she squealed "You can't dare me to answer a truth!" What was she doing? She never squealed, Sam made her feel much more at ease, feel as though she could almost be herself.
"Damn, almost got you.. let me think." Sam paused, rubbing his chin as if he were deep in thought "Drink this" he handed the bottle back to her.
"Copycat" she stuck her tongue out at him, but obediently drank the strong liquid. She coughed slightly afterwards. "Truth or dare"
"Dare"
By now, the alcohol had already gone to Quinn's head and her world was beginning to turn fuzzy, meaning that her thoughts were no longer filtered by her rational mind. "Show me a stripper dance!" she blurted out.
"Really?" Sam shook his head, seeming almost as intoxicated as she was.
"Really."
"Fine" Sam seized the bottle back from Quinn, before knocking it back. He pulled himself up, and began to roll his body suggestively. He pulled off his white polo top and swung it in circles above his head before throwing it at Quinn who caught it and laughed in delight. They were both acting very uncharacteristically, but it was mostly the alcohol fuelling them.
What little rational sense Quinn still retained forced her to say "Alright you. That's enough. I pick dare"
"Show me a stripper dance"
"Really, copying me again?" Quinn shook her head, she still had enough wits about her to know that it wasn't a good idea "No."
"Fine, um.. show me those sky splits you're oh so famous for"
"That, I can do" Quinn winked, pushing herself up from the ground. She pulled off her heeled scandals and took a deep breath. Then, bent her legs for power, jumping and pushing off the ground, shooting her legs up beside her, arms out in front into a box split.
Sam was laughing and clapping at her and she took a faux bow.
"Wow that was amazing" he gushed "Okay, I'm going to mix it up a little. Truth"
Immediately, Quinn asked "What's going on between you and 'Cedes? I see the way you look at her, even right now, your eyes flicker over to where she and Shane are sitting, all the time"
"Nothing" Sam sighed "Well, I don't know. We kissed but we haven't spoken since. She seems pretty happy over there" Quinn felt as though her entire body had been plunged into icy water at the thought that Sam had kissed Mercedes, yes he wasn't hers and she had no right over him, but that didn't stop her from liking him.
She forced herself to smile, "Oh, well, good luck to you with her" she found herself saying, quickly adding "Dare" as, although she had brought it up, she no longer wanted to dwell on the subject.
"What are you hiding Quinn?" Sam asked, leaning forwards to brush a stray blonde hair behind her ear. "Will you do something for me?" he murmured.
"What?"
"Well you have to, actually. I dare you to kiss me" Sam's words were everything that Quinn had wanted to hear for the past year, but all the while he was saying them, he was looking past her at Mercedes. It was clear that he only wanted to make her jealous. But Quinn wasn't going to pass up the opportunity, perhaps, if she kissed him, he would remember how good they were together, and want her again.
"Well, a dare's a dare" Quinn relied coyly, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. She bit her lip to try and stop herself from grinning too widely.
Quinn leaned forwards, almost hesitantly, until her lips were an inch away from Sam's, where she stopped. "Indeed" he grinned, before closing the small gap between their faces.
Pleasure immediately rushed into Quinn's mind, she loved the feel of Sam's large lips against her soft, feminine ones. Santana may make fun of them, but he certainly knew how to kiss. She slipped her tongue in between his lips, running it along the line of his teeth and tentatively touching his with it before becoming more confident and kissing him harder.
They embraced for a long time before Sam finally pulled away. They were both breathing heavily, their faces flushed and they were grinning, but it wasn't long enough for Quinn. There was an emptiness in her stomach yearning for more of his touch. She looked up at Sam, and her face fell when she noticed that, after their passionate embrace, he was still looking past her.
She glanced over at Mercedes who was staring straight back at them. Quinn whipped her face back towards Sam's again, hoping that Mercedes hadn't caught her staring and thereby revealing that it was all for her. An idea flashed through Quinn's mind, perhaps she could use Sam's crush to her advantage. She smiled darkly, some of the old, bitchy Quinn seeping back into her system. She leaned in close to Sam's ear, whispering seductively "You know what will make her really jealous? I dare you to come upstairs with me.. Santana's got plenty of unused rooms."
Sam looked at her, puzzled. He didn't reply for a long time, as though thinking it over, finally saying "I didn't say truth or dare yet" with a mock look of horror on his face.
"Truth or dare, then?" Quinn prompted, her eyes flashing mischievously at him.
There was no hesitation when he replied "Dare"
A/N: I hope this was okay.. any comments, constructive criticism are always welcome? Thanks for reading!
Yeah, don't worry about what's going to happen, i'm trying not to take them too OOC so that it stays realistic to their true characters. I know exactly where I'm going with this but thought I would cut it here as this chapter is quite a big longer. Besides, everyones loves a cliffhanger.. I'm evil, right?
I'll try to update soon!