Happy #glee100 day! :)

The problem started when the first poster of the confirmed prom night was posted on their school's bulletin board. Finn had been walking with Sam and he suddenly felt a shiver ran through his body. True enough, Sam had this glint in his eyes before he asked the taller boy, "You're gonna help me, right?"

You see, for Sam there was no such word as 'exaggerating' when it comes to Quinn, his lover since forever, especially with special things like prom night. Being Sam's buddy for the longest time, of course Finn was stuck with helping the whole planning and preparation to ask Quinn out for the prom night (while Rachel was left out of the picture because the girl couldn't keep her mouth shut). Yes, because for Sam it couldn't be just 'would you be my prom date' with a flower in one hand.

"What? Aren't you going to do anything special to ask Rachel out for the prom?" Sam asked when Finn had told him just that. "You're just going to ask her with a flower in one hand?"

"What… I'm not even going to ask her like that," Finn rolled his eyes. "It's only natural that we go together."

"But it's an important event. It's prom night."

"Rach would've drag me to the prom anyway even if I don't ask her. Don't you see how excited she was when she first saw the poster?"

"Sometimes I pity Rachel," Sam sighed and returned to the computer, looking for more information on how to invite Quinn the best. "You're too indifferent."

'And sometimes I pity Quinn,' Finn thought, only to himself because he just wanted the preparation to be over with, 'You're too over the top.'

"What do you think about this?" Sam finished scribbling on his notepad and showed it to his friend.

Finn got up lazily from his place on Sam's bed and checked the plan. He widened his eyes. "Just… please don't tell Quinn I help you in this."

'What the hell,' was what Quinn thought when she arrived in front of the school's front gate. She was alone that day. Sam said he had something to do in the morning while Rachel and Finn had taken off first.

The other students looked as dumbfounded as her. Who wouldn't really, when there was a fricking trail of rose petals starting from the front gate heading inside the school. And by trail of rose petals, it meant beds of roses all the way. Quinn stood still for a moment, wondering if it was even safe to step on them. In the end, she walked around it, just stepping on them when it was practically impossible not to as the whole school lobby was taken over by the roses.

She wondered if this was related to the prom night. But the school wouldn't do such thing and neither would the student council (the new president of the student council was as straight as an arrow and as boring as hell). 'Could this be someone's idea of inviting his prom date?' she thought as she walked down the hallway (again, no one could do anything but step on them if they want to go through the hallway; the roses are covering every step of the way). 'That would be so stupid. Poor girl. I might as well save her the trouble and call the police if that's the case… this boy is seriously littering in public place.'

Quinn stopped dead on her tracks when she saw the roses trailed inside her first class of the day. The history room. The opposite path was clear. Now that he noticed, the trail from the school lobby earlier trailed left into that particular hallway and the opposite direction was also free from roses...

What was she hearing?

Was that… was that a string version of her favorite Jason Mraz' song, Lucky…? From inside her class…?

Now she also noticed the other students stared at her. The face of someone with a particular flair for attention suddenly appeared in her mind and she felt like breaking said someone's neck, though she still hoped that…

All hope faded into dust when she stepped in and saw Sam beaming at her from her desk. Behind him was a group of men wearing suits and playing that song with violins and cellos, while the boy himself held a bouquet of red roses and a huge white cardboard with the text WOULD YOU BE MY PR—.

Quinn turned around before she could finish reading (of course she already knew what was written there), intending to just skip the day (or perhaps transfer into another school) and curse Sam forever from behind the locked door of her room and maybe send him a computer virus to wipe out everything just because—but more violinists appeared and blocked her way out.

"Quinn~," Sam's sing-a-song voice had never been so annoying. Quinn turned around dangerously and stomped her way to the older boy. "Give me a fucking reason not to call the police and have you jailed for public humiliation and littering in public and simply being pesky," she snapped, nearly yelled.

"Because I'm doing all this for you," Sam smiled, not at all intimidated by the vicious glare.

The spectators, consisted of both her classmates and random curious students, snickered. Quinn could only glare at so many people. At least she managed to make Rachel shut up. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" She turned to Sam again. "What would the teachers—."

"I've asked them for permission," Sam explained smugly. "They wished me luck."

Quinn gaped. She knew that Sam had become the teachers' favorite for a long time, moreover when he became the president of the student council in the previous period, but to this extent? In the background, the strings continued to play and she snapped at them. "Quit it!"

Sam chuckled, "They won't stop until you say yes."

"You wish. If you expect me to actually feel flattered over this—."

The strings got louder.

"I've told you, Quinn, they wouldn't—." His words were cut off when Quinn grabbed the bouquet and shoved it right into his face.

"Go to hell!" Quinn screamed, her face red and thoroughly looking humiliated.

The violinists played louder and faster and Quinn hoped that Starcraft was real. That she actually had an army of Zerg (because they look nasty... and kill nastily) to wipe out everyone in this classroom, especially the one who was currently rubbing his pouting face (roses aren't lethal but they still hurt when shoved into the face). "Quinn..."

"Alright, fine! Now get them out of this place and I want the whole stupid roses cleaned up before the class started!"

Sam grinned and kissed her lips in front of everyone, before Quinn kicked him on the shin and ran out, hiding in the bathroom until the bell rang to sign the class is starting. By the time she returned to the class, the roses were gone except for the bouquet on top of her desk, but the damage was done. Every girl was giggling and every boy was snickering.

"I have a really embarrassing boyfriend," Quinn said with a huff. She sat on her desk next to Rachel who was grinning from ear to ear. "What? Stop staring at me like that."

The older girl chuckled. "You said it's embarrassing but, honestly, it's really hard for you to stop smiling right, Quinn," Rachel teased as she pinched Quinn's cheek repeatedly.

Quinn swatted Rachel's hand away. The corner of her lips twitched, but she bit it hard to prevent a smile. It was getting harder though as happiness bubbled ridiculously in her chest. "You're being delusional."

"Whatever you say, Quinn," Rachel laughed again. "If you hate it so much, you wouldn't still be with him."

The younger girl glared hard at her older friend but didn't say anything because Rachel obviously knew the truth anyway.

Their history teacher entered the classroom and stopped Rachel from giving another comment. She pulled her history book out from her back. When she sat settled all her book on the table, Rachel noticed Quinn secretly kept the bouquet of flower that Sam gave her earlier. Sure it was slightly messy from the shoving, but they were still roses. Pretty.

Rachel placed her forearms on the desk and rested her forehead against it, burying her face against the desk. It was Thursday and the prom night was at the end of this week.

'I guess I'm really not going then.'

At lunchtime, Quinn said she had some books to borrow from the library. Rachel decided to go with her unlike the few previous days. "You're not having lunch with Finn?" Quinn asked as they walked to the library.

"Hm. Just told him that I'll be with you at the library," Rachel answered unenthusiastically.

"Are you sure you don't want to run to the cafeteria? He might wait for you there to serenade you and ask you to the prom, you know?" the taller girl teased as it was what Rachel had been doing the last couple of days.

But Rachel only chuckled. "Finn wouldn't sing in front of the whole school."

"He could pay the acapella club to do that for him." Rachel shook her head. "Note on your locker? What about that one? Don't you want to check it? He might leave something there."

"Quinn…" Rachel whined and slapped Quinn's arm lightly. "You're only making it clear that Finn doesn't want to do it," she pouted, "not because he can't."

Since the first time they announced the date for prom night, Rachel had obviously been excited about the whole thing. It was even safe to say that the whole school—if not the whole world—knew that Rachel wanted to come. Yet Finn's responds were always flat. She wondered if Finn was having a secret plan just like Sam for Quinn. She wondered if Finn was waiting for the right moment. So she waited and kept coming to the places where his schoolmates usually received their proposal.

But as everyday she watched everyone around her got themselves a prom date, Rachel reassessed her hope. Considering it was Finn, she thought she should've known that it wouldn't be anything grandeur. So she started to check out her locker, her books for a surprise note. A simple note asking her to come to the prom with Finn would be enough. But until the last week of school, the note still didn't come. And Rachel just wished Finn would ask her.

"Um…" Quinn started hesitantly, "he's not going with someone else, right?"

"No," Rachel answered, so sure and positive about it.

She trusted Finn. She knew her boyfriend. He wasn't into romantic things. If he ever comes to the prom, it would be because of Rachel. And maybe for dancing too. But other than that, she didn't see the reason why Finn would come. Especially not with someone other than her. "He's just not interested." Rachel lowered her voice once they stepped into the library. "I should've known that," she muttered.

The two girls saw Sam who sat on one of the chairs and waved at them, beckoning them to come with a bright smile.

"You go to your boyfriend," Rachel said with a sigh, "I'll go look for some books." After all, she knew better than to watch her two friends being all lovey dovey.

Rachel went to the biology section and picked one book that she knew had a lot of marine creatures in it. She had always loved underwater pictures and it never failed to calm him. That was Reason #3 on the List of Why Rachel Berry Believes She is a Fish in Her Previous Life.

As she flipped the pages, Rachel sighed and thought that maybe she could go to the beach instead at the end of this week. That way, she wouldn't have to worry about Finn not being interested as she knew the other brunette loved the beach as much as she did.

But a pair of arms around her shoulder and waist that held her from the back stopped her from thinking. She felt a soft peck on her nape and sighed once again. There must be no one around them right now, she thought, because Finn was too self-conscious to be affectionate in front of other people.

"Hey."

"Hmm," the older brunette answered as his face was still buried against Rachel's neck.

Finn breathed in the scent of Rachel mixed with the smell of old books around them. He swayed their bodies gently and opened his eyes slowly to gaze out to the school yard through the big window next to him.

A boy was asking a girl to come to the prom with him with balloons and flowers. Their friends around them were cheering as the girl nodded her head in agreement. The scene was not much different from what Sam did for Quinn earlier.

He saw how Rachel was watching the scene playing out before them. He couldn't read the expression on Rachel's face. The younger brunette was looking away too fast. Next thing he knew his girlfriend was once again flipping the pages on the book.

"The girl looks embarrassed." Finn tried to start a conversation. That was usually Rachel's part in their relationship.

"She looks happy to me," Rachel replied shortly.

"Well, I know who was embarrassed."

Finn pointed at Quinn from between the books on the shelves. Said girl was currently acting as if she was annoyed with Sam's blatant affection to her, just like usual.

But Rachel shook her head. "Even Quinn was happy when Sam asked her to the prom. I think everyone would be happy if their boyfriend asked them to come to the prom in a special way." She freed herself from Finn's arms and turned away to sit, crossing her legs, on the floor.

The older brunette was rooted on his spot. "Does that suppose to mean something?"

"No," Rachel answered almost too quickly.

"But you," Finn sat on the floor next to his girlfriend, facing her, "are obviously sulking."

"No, I'm not." The younger brunette sounded offended.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You just have a different interest with me. And that's why I decided that we should go to the beach instead this weekend. You love the beach too, right?" Rachel didn't wait Finn to answer. "It's settled then. We're going to the beach this weekend."

"But I thought we're—."

"Yay! So exciting!" Rachel didn't sound excited at all. "Okay, now I'm going to check this book and get some lunch. Later, Finn!"

Finn could only stare up agape at his retreating girlfriend. It was so random that he couldn't even decipher what that was supposed to mean. Or even whether that meant anything.

"And here I thought she was so excited for prom." Finn tilted his head to the side and frowned. "She knows we're going, right?" He scratched his head. "Do I need to ask her? Does she want me to ask her?" He scratched his head harder. "I probably should, right? She likes to see those proposals. Is she waiting for me to ask her? But that's just stupid."

Finn couldn't help but to feel like a character from a bad drama as he muttered all those things to himself.

"Of course she's waiting for you to ask her, you stupid monkey." He received his answer from behind him. The older boy rolled his eyes and turned around to meet Quinn.

"It's Rachel," the younger girl stated, "the one who wants to marry you since she was five. And you really didn't think that she expected you to do every clichés written in the rules of courting?" Quinn scoffed. "I guess you're really that stupid."

"I am that stupid." Finn started to knock his head against the bookshelf in front of him, "Should've done it with fireworks or a plane writing the words in the sky."

"Or a simple note on her locker. That will do too, you know."

"No, it won't," Sam said, already standing behind Quinn. The basketball player thought Sam should stop being such a ninja. And how could he do that with his big built and everything.

"You have to do something big, Finn." Sam raised his eyebrows and it looked very convincing.

"Sam, he doesn't have time to prepare something big."

"No, Quinn. Sam's right." Finn suddenly stood up, the light bulb in his head obviously had been switched on.

"Good!" Sam held both of Finn's hands to give him support. "That's the spirit, Finn!"

"I know right. And I have you guys to help me."

"Wait! I've never said I agree to help anyone in this," Quinn tried to defend herself.

"We're so going to fix this, Finn."

"Oh my God," Quinn facepalmed, "Oh my God. You two are going to do something embarrassing. And the worst thing is, I'm going to be a part of it."

42… 43… 44…

Rachel counted the smudge on the wall as she waited for her best friend to finish her singing practice. After all of her refusal and unwillingness, their music teacher finally managed to convince Quinn to sing for the prom night. Said teacher had been impressed by Quinn's voice since the beginning of the music class this year and had half-forced Quinn to join the music practice now and then. When Sam heard the news, he was obviously more than ecstatic and began searching for a new handy-cam despite Quinn's threats.

Quinn should be out by now, but the teacher was still saying something to her when Rachel peeked inside the classroom. The tall girl's face was a bit troubled, and that expression stayed even when she finally walked out.

"Please think about what I say, ok?" the teacher said to Quinn who nodded solemnly and motioned Rachel to begin walking.

"What was the teacher saying?" Rachel asked as soon as they were out of the teacher's sight.

"Nothing…" But her face indicated far from nothing.

"Did the teacher said something bad about your singing?"

"No… it's not like that."

"Then what's the matter?"

"Nothing," Quinn said with finality in her tone before changing the subject. "Where's Finn?"

Rachel pouted, although she wasn't totally happy with Finn right now, she still preferred to walk home with him than without him. "With Sam. They said they had a group school project to do."

Quinn fought the urge to bang her head onto the wall. It was nearly the end of the semester. Teachers giving out school projects? Unlikely. That means Sam and Finn were up to something. Again.

"I still don't know why I should be looking into this," Finn frowned as he rummaged through the brochures. "Don't you think you should be looking at this with Quinn instead of me?"

"You know how Quinn is," Sam waved his hand. "The moment I bring up the subject, she would frown and say that we should just stay in the college dorm."

"Then maybe you should."

Sam made a face. "And where would be the fun in that? First, it was a zero chance that I get to room with her. Second, for the first two years I'd have to room with another person. Less freedom when she happened to visit me."

"Why do you always do things that will make her angry?" Finn sighed. "I swear you're a masochist."

"Oh, she's just shy," Sam chuckled. "Oh this one looks nice. Only five minutes away from the NYU, one master bedroom and one small bedroom—we can make that into a study room or for her own library…"

Finn shook his head. Sometimes he envied how Sam just looked at everything so positively. He still thought that Quinn will be angry with this one-sided decision, but the younger blonde had almost always been giving in to Sam's whims.

It must be nice to have rich parents like Sam's, Finn thought. He still could live with his girlfriend even after they both graduated from high school. And for the first time Finn wondered what it'd be like to live far away from Rachel.

"When are you planning to tell her about this anyway?"

"After the prom," Sam hummed, making notes on the next apartment that caught his interest, "In our first night together."

"Hmm…" Finn flipped open a random brochure, but then he sat up straight in a flash. "Wait, what!?"

"What? I said after the prom."

"No. After that. Y-you said in your first—."

"First night together, yes. In that way," Sam grinned abashedly. "Well, if things go well I guess."

Finn gaped, unblinking. He finally found his voice back a minute later, "Have you been planning to do it?"

"Of course. This is prom night after all. Not long after that we will have to graduate and be separated from Rachel and Quinn for two years before Quinn can join me in New York. It would just be the right time." Sam chuckled, "I've even booked a hotel room, you know. Me and Quinn will have dinner first and I'll make sure to set the mood right. I'm still pondering whether I should prepare some flowers or not though… What do you think?"

"But…" Millions of things ran through Finn's mind. Questions, mostly. "Do you even know…"

Sam shot him a look, "I've done my share of research, thank you. I know how to make Quinn feel as little pain as possible. I've bought some condoms—."

"Whoa, whoa, hold it right there!" Finn covered his ears with both palms. "I don't think I want to hear about it anymore."

"Finn, you're acting like a teenager."

"We're both teenagers, if you haven't noticed."

"My point is that you're overreacting," the taller boy said. "It's only natural, Finn. Don't you want to do it with Rachel too?"

Now that, induced even more things to run through Finn's mind. Mental images, mostly. Finn covered his reddened face with his palm.

"It's not that I don't think about it."

"But?"

"Well, have you seen my girlfriend? Don't you think she's a bit like an overgrown five years old?"

The blonde boy tilted his head. "Hm… well yeah, sometimes. Oh wait! Does that make you a pedo?"

"What! Of course not, you idiot!" Finn shouted in panic. "Overgrown five years old, not a real five years old. Meaning that although she acts and thinks like a kid, she's still my girlfriend…"

"…that you love," Sam added, being the helpful boy that he was.

"And her body is still a teenage girl's body that I… um… uh…" Finn couldn't finish his sentence.

"Lust over?" Sam's eyebrow lifted suggestively.

"Yeah," the brunette teen muttered.

"You want me to send you the links? So you can learn too?"

"No," Finn replied quickly. "I have my own sources," he added abashedly.

"Quinn~," Sam's voice came from behind her, making her turn and unintentionally met Sam's eager lips. She gasped and pulled back immediately.

"What did I say about public display of affection!?" She hissed before she looked around and glared at two giggling girls who witnessed the spectacle. She then dragged Sam inside the Math Clubroom right across them. She was on her way there when Sam popped up earlier.

"You said you hated it," Sam said, but his expression clearly told Quinn that it didn't matter.

"What are you doing here?" It was Saturday after all.

"Just wanted to see you before the prom tomorrow," Sam shrugged. "Your brother told me that you're here when I dropped by your home."

Quinn ignored him and sat down on one of the chairs, continuing on with her plan to tidy up a bit and grab a few things.

"So, have you bought a dress for the prom?"

"There's rental for that."

"You can't be meaning to wear a rented dress to the prom," Sam whined as he sat on the chair across the girl.

"Do you prefer me wearing my old dress? The one I wear to my brother's graduation?" Quinn said nonchalantly, "I don't know if the length still fits."

Sam pouted. "I knew you would be doing this halfheartedly. That's why I ordered a dress for you."

Quinn snapped her head around, "You what?"

"I saw this light blue dress the other day. Would look really good on you. I borrowed your old dress from your mother to get the basic size, but of course I made some adjustments on the length. So, don't worry, your new dress will fit you perfectly. You should've received it already when you get home."

The younger blonde grunted. Again, Sam was acting on his own without asking her first. Though if she had refused, Sam wouldn't listen anyway. "I can't believe my mother is ganging up with you against me."

"Aww, don't say that. She just wanted the best for her daughter and her daughter's future husband."

Quinn rolled her eyes and grabbed some papers from the cupboard, separating the trash from the essential. Sam watched her for a while before striking up a conversation, "Can you believe it, Quinn? Soon our high school days will be over."

"You're talking like an old man."

"Luckily we will go to the same university, or else I wouldn't know how to cope being away from you," Sam chuckled, but then he noticed the younger blonde tensed visibly. "Quinn?"

"Hmm," Quinn's gaze was fixed on the papers in front of her, obviously avoiding Sam's eyes. "NYU…"

"Yes, NYU, Quinn." Something was amiss, and Sam wasn't sure that he wanted to hear the next thing that comes out of Quinn's mouth.

"Sam…" Quinn eyes flickered at him, "What if I want to take the music major?"

Realization dawned in him sooner than he wanted. "There's no music major in NYU."

"The music teacher… he said that I can study music best at Berklee."

There was a long silence stretched between them. Quinn bit her lips and glanced at Sam, but the older blonde didn't say anything. Quinn was surprised, though, when Sam suddenly stood up, his chair making a screeching noise on the floor. "You said you wanted to become a lawyer!" Sam snapped, almost yelling.

"Sam…"

"We've agreed, Quinn! You will take the law major and I will take the business major! We've agreed since the first wave of college enrollment began! We've decided on NYU so that we can go together!"

Quinn knew Sam's reaction wouldn't be pretty. But that didn't mean she couldn't feel taken aback by the harsh outburst. She stood up slowly, "Sam, please listen—."

"Berklee! You do know that NYU is in the middle of New York, right? Of course you know. And you know what? Berklee is in Boston. Far from New York, far from Lima. And we thought 'oh, no problem, at least we will have each other'."

"It's not… It's not like we can't visit each other."

"Guess what, you wouldn't visit me." Sam pointed at her with a crude, accusing manner, "I know you, Quinn. You would be busy all week. I'm the one who's going to visit you." He laughed, but not at all good-naturedly. "And then you will act like my visit bothers you and before I know it, I will have to return to the apartment alone."

That diverted Quinn's attention. "Apartment? What apartment?"

Sam huffed, both hands on his hips. He looked even more furious. "I planned it as a surprise but now I guess it doesn't matter, does it? I rented an apartment for us to live together."

The younger blonde frowned. "What happened to the dorm?"

"Screw the dorm!" Sam yelled, "I wanted us to live together, just the two of us, not with strangers! Now it's all ruined, thanks to you."

"Who told you to go rent an apartment!?"

"Now you're blaming me!? You're the one who wanted to leave me!"

Quinn gaped and raised his voice, feeling unfairly attacked, "I never said anything like that!"

Sam kicked the leg of the desk, creating a loud bang as the side hit the wall, hard. It was rare enough for Sam to raise his voice. Even rarer for him to resort to physical outbursts. Quinn held back a frightened noise, feeling her hands trembled as Sam stared at her with the most infuriated look that no one else had the privilege to see. 'Congratulations, Quinn,' she told herself bitterly.

"I can't believe you just tell me now," he stressed each word clearly. "I can't believe you."

"I haven't made up my mind until yesterday, ok?" Quinn said dejectedly, trying to make Sam understand. "I didn't even realize how much I want music until the music teacher reminded me that I can study music in college. He told me that it would be a pity for me to not pursue it. I know that I want it then—."

Sam didn't say anything and turned around, making his way to exit the room. He refused to hear it, he didn't want to care.

"I told my family last night." Quinn's small voice stopped him on the doorway. "My dad was against it. He told me how stupid I am to choose music over law. He didn't understand." He didn't need to turn around to know that Quinn was tearing up. The younger blonde's voice was faltering. "I thought… you would understand."

In any other situation, Sam would've turn around and hug her, apologizing to her for making her upset. But Sam was feeling too much anger, too betrayed. "What I understand," his voice was harsher than he wanted to, "is that you don't seem to realize how much effort I put in keeping us together. And to me, you also don't seem to mind us being apart." Then he disappeared outside the clubroom.

After taking a shower, changing her clothes and skipping along the way, Rachel stood in front of Quinn's house, but Nate told her that Quinn was at school, wanting to practice for one last time for her performance later. He could only giggled at the way Rachel waved at him before bouncing happily to the school.

Rachel finally found her best friend in the music room. She didn't step in right away because the younger girl was singing with that beautiful voice of her. A smile grew on her face as she imagined Quinn as a singer, a real, professional singer. The younger girl would do great.

When Quinn was done, Rachel clapped her hands and squealed, but she was frozen when Quinn turned in surprise. The taller girl's eyes were puffed, as if she had been crying all night. "Rachel?" Quinn blinked, "What are you doing here?"

"I…" Rachel wanted to ask what was wrong, but her brain wouldn't work with her. "I just wanted to tell you that Finn finally asked me to be his prom date last night…"

'Stupid Rachel,' she scolded herself inwardly, 'Why would you even say that when your friend had obviously been crying?'

"Yeah? That's great." Quinn rarely smiled, preferring to scowl all the time, but when she does, Rachel found her best friend more endearing than usual. No wonder Sam liked the girl so much. But now, Quinn's smile was weak, if not a bit forced, making Rachel felt guilty for being the reason of why Quinn had to force her smile. "So how did he ask you?"

"It doesn't matter," Rachel hurriedly said. Her eyes caught the sight of a gift box, unwrapped to reveal an expensive looking light blue dress. "Wow… is that your dress for tonight?"

Quinn's half-smile smile faltered. "Yeah… Sam bought it for me."

"Really?" Rachel rushed to the dress to get a closer look, afraid to even touch it. "You would look so good in it. You're lucky to have Sam—Q-Quinn?" The older girl widened her eyes at the sight of a crying Quinn.

"You're the lucky one, Rachel. You're going to come with Finn."

"But you're going to come with Sam too, right? He already asked you."

Quinn's tears fell silently as she shook her head. "We had a fight."

"Then you just have to make up, right? Sam always come to apologize to you when you two are in a fight. You just have to wait. We still have time until tonight—."

"No, Rachel," Quinn shook her head again, this time a bit more urgently. "Sam was so angry at me. I don't think he would ever..."

Rachel was silenced by that. Sam? Angry at Quinn? That was so uncharacteristic of him. In fact, it had never happened before—.

At times like this, Rachel was reminded by the fact that Quinn was after all the youngest one in their circle. But being her, Rachel could say nothing to calm Quinn down. The younger girl refused to tell her anything, so Rachel just hugged her tight and patted her head in a way that would hopefully make her feel better. She waited until the crying stopped before taking Quinn home. She pondered if she should call Sam and beg him to make up with Quinn because Quinn looked so sad, but that would be what her mother call 'poking her nose into someone else's business'. That is bad, her mother had said, and it would only make everything worse in most cases.

So Rachel went home and prayed for her friends.

"Wow, look at you!" Nate said, "My baby sister looks so gorgeous!"

"Nate," Quinn shot him a look so that he could hurry up. Nate had insisted to be the one who drive her to the hair salon, no matter how much Quinn refused by saying that she could do it by herself, thank you. At least she wouldn't have to face her squealing mother too since she was out of town for a wedding, dragging her father along with her (Quinn had suspected that her mother did it to cool the tension between her and her father after the whole college argument).

"I can always trust your boyfriend's taste in classy clothing like this. See, Quinn, if only you would broaden your horizon. Clothes aren't just about dress and cardigans, you know?" Nate said as he helped Quinn to zip her dress. "Alright, done! Now, when will Sam be here?"

Quinn stayed silent, checking her appearance on the mirror once more before grabbing her purse. Nate followed her downstairs with a frown. "What? Is Sam here already?"

"No," his sister finally said. "He's not coming."

"What do you mean? He's not coming to the prom? You can't be serious."

Quinn shrugged, "He's not coming with me, that's for sure."

Nate's face turned worried. "Are you two having a fight?"

"I'm off, Nate," Quinn waved, obviously avoiding the question. Nate could only watch her disappearing back.

In celebration of the anticipating #glee100, I decided to update it now. So, to clear things up, since Sam and Finn are two years older than Quinn and Rachel, while the boys are seniors, the girls are sophomore. Anyway, I've been working on the 18th chapter of 'Answers' which will be the BIG chapter you've been waiting when in the mean time, chapter 17 is still half-written. But don't worry, it's almost done. You'll get to read it soon enough.

RJRRAA: Hey, there! Thanks for reviewing. Well, Sam came from a very rich family (never really mentioned it before, did I?) and let just say that his dad bought it for him ;) Anyway, hope you'll like this one :)

noro: Hello there! Thanks for the review. Hope you'll enjoy this one too :)

Nicole: Hey gurl! Thanks for dropping by and thanks for the review. God, IKR? Even myself is embarrassed when I remember that story. The language, everything, ugh damn awkward. The First Day, When You Love Someone, even Date in Paradise are kinda crappy. I think I finally find the flow during Just Give Me a Reason and also Answers. Wow, so many stories already. Even some of them not complete yet but I'll get back to those later (if I'm not lazy, ha!). Anyway, every time I read your reviews (for any story), I just want to respond to you immediately but since you don't really have any account here, I can't PM you :\ Maybe twitter? You can find me under the same name of this :) Sorry, I'm rambling. Hope you'll like this one too :)

Overgron: Hello there! Thanks for dropping by. They're in high school now. Sam and Finn are seniors, Quinn and Rachel are sophomore. They've been friends since they were kids. Hope you'll enjoy this one too :)

I'm going to leave it now. Thank you everyone who's been reading this story and favorite/follow. It means a lot. Keep the reviews coming. Tell me, whether you like it or hate it. Any questions will do too. If you want faster respond, you can ask me on twitter. You can find me under the same name. Anyway, I'll see you guys again real soon :) See ya!