Three

It was Sunday.

Sunday.

I was meeting up with Finn and the other at the beach. I grinned; this was gonna be one heck of a day. Mom already knows about it and said it was fine. Ethan was already back at college with Amber and Nick is studying for his Calculus test on Monday. Destiny was with a friend and Drake was at a friend's house too. So that pretty much left Nick and Mom at the house and knowing Nick, he'll get outta the house sooner and Mom said she'll be doing grocery with Dad's sister.

I grabbed a duffel bag and placed a black shirt and another pair of board shorts there. And then I changed to some black board shorts and a red Ohio state shirt. I grabbed my flipflops and phone and then headed to my car. I decided to just ride my old Nissan Ellure car. I bought it when it came out because I was in love with the interior of the car. And then I drove to the beach. Finn had texted me what beach and so when I arrived, I was already late and they were already grilling some barbeques.

"Sammy!" Artie yelled when he saw me. He was wearing board shorts and a white sleeveless shirt.

"Artie!" I greeted, bumping my fists with him, "How you been doing my man?"

He smiled, "Good, hey I'd like you to meet my girl, Brittany."

I looked up and smiled at the blonde girl. She was wearing short shorts, a tank top that showed her belly button and slippers. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail but she was still beautiful. Guess Artie finally found a girl.

"Sam," I greeted, "Sam Evans."

She smiled, "Hi. I'm Brittany Pierce. I'm Artie's girlfriend and Quinn's friend too."

"You're friends with Quinn?"

"She is," another voice said. I smiled, knowing who's voice it belonged to because I knew no one as soft spoken as her, "Got a problem?"

I turned around and smiled, "Got no problem Quinn."

She smiled, "Good because I'd like you to meet my other two friends."

And then she grabbed my hand and interlaced it with hers. I stared at it for a minute and I felt my stomach flip and my lips form a small smile. Wait, why did I feel like that? I've only known her for a week, spent only 1 time with her plus this day, but I'd been texting with her and talking to her on the phone for a week so that I could really get to know her.

And then she stopped and let go of my hand. I turned towards us and I saw a man who was about my height and he had a Mohawk. And then there was a girl, an inch taller than Quinn but she was still shorter for me. She was tan and I presumed was Latina.

"This is Noah Puckerman," Quinn said smiling at the guy who smiled back at her, "And Santana Lopez."

I smiled, "Sam Evans."

"Heir to the Evans company?" Santana asked, "I know a lot about you well, Quinn actually talks a lot about you."

I glanced at Quinn who was blushing, "Really now?"

"Yea," Noah said with a chuckle, "Talks nonstop 'bout you."

I smiled and then saw Finn with Mike and Mercedes, "Hey, it was nice meeting you but I think I'm gonna go catch up with Mike and Mercedes if that's okay with ya'll."

Noah nodded, "Yea, oh and call me Puck. Noah's kinda weird and Quinn's the only one who gets to call me that."

I watched at Quinn push him lightly and then I saw her ring glint and I remembered her using Puckerman and then Quinn said his name was Noah Puckerman. Hmm, he might be her guy. Lucky bastard. Wait why am I jealous?

I brushed off whatever thought that was planted in my mind about Noa-Puck. I walked towards Mike, Finn and Mercedes. Mercedes immediately hugged me tight, I chuckled. Me and her were always close, she was just so rock-on.

"Richie rich!" Mike said laughing.

"Mikey mike!" I retorted laughing at him, "How have you two been doing?"

Mercedes smiled, "Good. Got a contract with JT."

"You're kidding?" I said smiling, she shook her head, "Aww congrats M."

"Thank you Sam," she replied smiling.

And then I turned to Mike, "Asian Fusion still together?"

He laughed, "Yea."

"But how come I don't see Ms. Cohen-Chang?"

He then pointed to a black haired girl talking to two boys. The other one, I knew, Kurt and the other, the one with black hair, yea never seen him before.

"Who's the other guy?"

"Blaine Anderson," Mercedes responded, "Kurt's boyfriend. He met him at Broadway. Amazing singer too by the way."

I nodded and was about to make my way to Kurt and Tina to greet them when Quinn stood before me. She gave me a sweet smile and then looked at me with those awesome eyes.

"Wanna help grilling up the steaks?"

I chuckled, "Sure."

And then the two of us walked to the grill. I grabbed the clipper and then put the steaks on the grill. Quinn smiled at me again and helped me. Man, she was beautiful.

"Dude, medium rare for me!" Finn shouted from the waters. I nodded at him as I laughed as Rachel tackled him to the waters.

"They're sweet," I commented as I watched my best buddy and his girl.

Quinn nodded, "I just wished they weren't sickening sometimes."

And then I saw a glimpse of Puck and Santana making out. I glanced at Quinn and she didn't seem to have a care in the world. This made me curious. Why was she acting like this when she and Puck share a last name? And I know for sure they're not siblings, they don't look alike.

"What's up with you and Puck?" I asked, "Are you guys together but he's making out with Santana."

She laughed. And God, her laugh was like an angels, "We're not together."

"But you're Quinn Puckerman."

She nodded, "Yes, I am."

"But you guys don't look alike."

She sighed, "Fine. My last name's not Puckerman. I just use it…often. Especially to guys I don't know."

"So you think I'm a threat?" I asked, glancing at her while I flip the steak.

"Hmm," she mumbled.

"So what's your last name?"

She smirked, "That's for me to know and you to find out. Oh, and don't bother asking the others, they won't tell you either."

"You're pretty wicked Quinn."

She rolled her eyes, "They didn't call me ice bitch in high school for nothing."

"You were a bitch?"

She ran a hand through her golden locks, "Not exactly."

"Care to explain?"

"Well," she said, "I actually have a perfectly good personality. I was nice , popular, a cheerleader but I didn't really get myself acquainted to bitches."

I looked confused, "So why did they call you an ice bitch?"

"When bitches act like bitches and bitched out my friends, I get bitchy too. That's why I was the ice bitch, I just have this icy glamour in me."

I chuckled, "You used bitch in that sentence for like…five times."

She laughed and then she tried to adjust the steak using her hand, she tried to adjust it by holding the end but her hand accidentally brushed on the grill.

"Ow," she yelped softly, quickly sucking her burnt finger in her mouth.

"You okay?" I asked her, "Lemme see."

I slowly pulled her finger out her mouth and she wiped the saliva away and then she showed me her finger. There was a burn there but not that bad. I looked at her, her eyes were watering. I chuckled.

"It's not funny," she mumbled pulling away her hand.

I smiled, "It's just a burn. Not that bad, you'll be alright. Don't worry."

"Okay. I just haven't experienced it yet, never thought it would hurt this bad."

"It'll subside," I assured her, "Why don't you give them to the others?"

She nodded and then took the steaks that I already placed on a plate. I watched her as she walked gracefully to our friends. I felt a smile tug on the corner of my lips. She truly was beautiful, everything about her was beautiful, her eyes, her lips, her nose, her laugh, she was amazingly beautiful.

"Yoohoo, Sammy boy!"

I snapped out of my thoughts and then met her gorgeous eyes. And then I couldn't help myself get lost in those amazing pools of green.

"Quit staring and start cooking," she smirked.

I looked away, "I wasn't staring."

She giggled, "Of course you weren't."