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A/N: Thanks for reviewing, next chapter is up - I am writing a Finchel story called Journey, I will put it up when I write 10 chapters of this, and 5 chapters of the sequel of Life was Perfect- One Step Ahead.

Chapter 4: The Party.

(Quinn)

Quinn stood on the balcony; her hair was let loose and was delicately draped over her shoulders, framing the shoulders of her short blue dress also, she was looking out into the ocean, daydreaming about something, she was pulled out of it, though, when she heard shouts coming from behind her.

She sighed, turning her attention away from the calm ocean she looked inside the beach house. She could see the shadows of her friends, Santana and Rachel were fighting, shouting over who should were the black high- heels –Santana stating that they went with her very short black dress, Rachel saying that they went with the black belt around her pink dress- Brittany was sitting on a bar stool, her head in her hands, tears dripping in to her lap, soaking her green dress.

Quinn sighed loudly and went to the door, slamming them open then closed she silenced the two girls fighting, they stared at her stunned, and Brittany slowly looked up, wiping her tears and smiling, knowing that Quinn would stop the fighting.

"Why are you fighting?" Quinn snapped at them, frustrated at them for awaking her from her daydream, but she already knew the answer.

"She won't give the shoes- they go with my outfit" Rachel and Santana said together, staring at each other confused as they realized they had said it together.

"Yeah, but look what you're doing to Brittany" Quinn continued, referring to the crying blonde in the corner, who was looking scared as she looked from Quinn to Santana to Rachel.

The two brunettes sighed, dropping the shoes from their grasp they went up to Brittany, pulling her into a hug.

Quinn smiled at them proudly, knowing they would each do anything to keep Brittany happy.

"Now, come on, the party's starting soon" she said, pulling the three girls out of their embrace with her voice.

"But, who will wear the shoes?' Brittany asked, pulling everyone's attention away from walking to the door to her.

"You can were them Santana, they'll look better on you than me" Rachel said to Santana, who shook her head.

"No, you wear them; they'll complete your outfit." Santana protested.

Quinn and Brittany each glanced from Santana to Rachel, as they both each protested that the other wear the shoes, which still laid on the floor, forgotten.

"Ok, how about, nobody wears the shoes- Santana you can wear my blue ones, and Rachel you can wear your flats, that way no one will fight" Quinn said to them, hoping to put the subject to rest.

"But I was just about to give them to her- we weren't fighting" they said together again.

"Yeah, but if one of you have them the other will be upset, and won't talk to the other for a week, is that want you want?" Quinn protested.

Santana and Rachel shook their head and went to their room; putting on their shoes they came back out ready to go.

The four girls left, locking the door they walked down the steps, the other three discussing all the guys they were likely to meet, but Quinn however simply sighed, unaware of whom she would meet tonight.

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(Sam)

Sam was looking into the mirror, he fixed his tie and straightened out his jacket, he then grabbed a comb, brushing his hair into the perfect spot he clapped his hands together- he looked perfect in his own eyes- but what would the others think?

He came out the bathroom, switching the light off as he did, he looked around the room, the other guys should off been getting ready too, fixing their hair, straitening their jackets and checking they looked perfect, but they weren't, Puck and Artie were watching TV, and Finn was in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich, searching the fridge for anything new.

"Why aren't you guys ready yet?' he asked them, to which they all stopped their activities to look at him.

"We are" Puck said, turning his attention once again to the TV.

And they were, they were each dressed in jeans, a plain t-shirt and a jacket, with a plain or coloured tie around their necks.

Sam shrugged, he then went to the kitchen, asking Finn to make him a sandwich too, to which he nodded pulling out another set of ingredients and passing it to him- stating that he wouldn't do it for him.

He shrugged and made the sandwich, throwing each ingredient on in any order, in which Finn stared at him in horror, Sam looked at him confused.

"What are you doing, that's not how you make a sandwich!" Finn said, still horrified at the placement off the cheese, ham, meat and salad.

"Well, you wouldn't make it for me!" he protested.

"Seriously dude, don't argue with him, he's an expert when it comes to making lunch" Puck shouted from the sofa, he eyes not leaving the TV screen. Artie nodded agreeing.

"Well, if he's an expert, why didn't he make mine?" Sam protested again.

"Because you can make it yourself, you have legs and a brain, don't you?" Finn said, defensively.

"If I can make it myself, why are you still complaining?" Sam snapped at him.

Finn stood their speechless, he glared at Sam, he then cleaned up the mess they had each made, still glaring at Sam, who was smirking mockingly at him.

"Come on guys, let's go" Puck said, turning the TV off and throwing the remote on the sofa, grabbing the handlebars off Artie wheelchair he wheeled him out of the door, gesturing for the other to follow him.

They walked out the door, locking it behind them they walked to the party, chatting at all the 'awesome' people they would meet, Sam sighed, who he meet tonight would change his life.

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(Quinn #2)

The four girls arrived at the party; they sat at a table in the café. They each took a seat, placing their purses on the table they each started talking, completely engrossed in their conversation, though Quinn wasn't paying any attention to them, or their conversation. She was looking out into the crowd, focusing on a shaggy –haired boy was walking around with a guy in a wheelchair, a tall guy and a guy with a mo-hawk, she stared at him, intently, searching for any clue of why she had a feeling, an instinct, that she knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Quinn? Quinn?" Santana called for her, awakening her from her thoughts.

"What?" she asked confused.

"We're going to get a drink, you stay here, oh, and do you want something?" Rachel explained, and then asked.

"I'll have a coconut martini' she said, nodding as they went to the bar, but only to be stopped by the three guys she saw earlier with the shaggy-haired one, she then saw he was coming up to her, smoothly maneuvering his way through the crowd approaching her with a glass of champagne in each hand.

(Sam)

They arrived at the party, making their way through the crowd they made their way to the side, standing in a spot where they could see around them perfectly.

"Hey, look over there, they look hot" Puck said to the others, pointing to four girls sitting on a table in the café, two blondes and two brunettes.

The three others looked them up and down and smiled.

"Sure' they all agreed, then went on to planning their 'move'

"I want one of the brunettes, the one in the black dress." Puck said, claiming his target.

"I'll have the one in the pink dress" Finn added.

"I'll have the blonde in the green dress" Artie commented.

"Looks like you have the one in the blue dress, dude" Puck said to Sam, patting him on the back.

"I thought you liked blondes?" Sam asked, confused as why he didn't pick her.

'Yeah, but I have to admit, the brunette is hotter" he said.

Sam rolled his eyes as the others stared intently at their targets.

"Oh, they're getting up, let's go!" Artie said, noticing three of the girls getting up and coming towards the party.

Artie and Finn made their way over to stop their path, but Puck stayed behind for a sec.

"It's up to you dude, go get her!" he whispered to Sam, pushing him in the direction of the blonde, Sam took in a deep breath and nodded to Puck, who had left and was making his way over to the others.

Sam started to walk towards her, he then made a slight detour though, quickly walking towards a large table filled with drinks, he grabbed two glasses of champagne off the table and then started to smoothly maneuver his way through the hustling crowd, careful not to spill his drinks and hungrily staring at his target.

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Quinn was sitting at her table, nervously tracing the outline of the menu on the table; she kept glancing out at the crowd, looking for any sign of one off her roommates return, but with no luck.

The shaggy-haired blond emerged from the crowd, she wasn't surprised, ever since he got here he had been eyeing he cravingly, he then came up to her, introducing himself as Sam Evans and casually handing a glass out to her, which she hesitantly took with a curious look in her eye.

"So beautiful, come her often? Cause' I got a place up the beach, maybe we –"

She drowned him out halfway through, she couldn't believe it. Was he hitting on her?

She looked him up and down, examining every aspect of him, and what it meant.

He was wearing nice clothes, his tie was perfectly straight and his hair was combed into place, he looked as if he had put a lot of effort in, but not too much to seem… weird.

She eyes his mouth, watching him lick his lips hungrily she noticed the size, but, somehow, even though his mouth was fairly big, he still seemed cute, and she had an urge, an urge to get to know him, but she didn't want to, the way he was eyeing her up and down, judging her appearance, made her nervous, and she sensed he was kind of a jerk.

She sighed, thinking, 'Don't judge a book by its cover' she always stuck to that when she met knew people, that was how she became friends with Santana, Rachel and Brittany, she looked past there cover and looked inside. She loved them, for them.

She looked past Rachel's nose and annoying personality and saw her better side, the kind, responsible, giving side, that's why she loved her.

She looked past Santana's bitchy personality and saw her better side, the strong but loving side, that's why she loved her.

She looked past Brittany's stupid comments and saw her better side, the intelligent, serious, sweet side, that's why she loved her.

She sighed quietly again, then looked to the man in front of her, looking closely at him, she saw him in a whole new light.

She saw his blonde shaggy hair clearly, but she could just faintly see the brown roots, she saw his overly sized lips that were moving up and down, chattering away to her, she saw his eyes them, looking deep into them she noticed the colour of his eyes, green, she then looked deeper, she then saw something unexpected, she saw discomfort and pain, he didn't look happy with what he was doing, and he was failing at it too.

"Look, Sam, right?" Quinn said suddenly interrupting him, Sam nodded and she continued.

"Look, I'm not going to go home with you, I'm not that kind of girl" she said, she expected for him to be upset, but he wasn't, he just looked relieved.

"Yeah, that's ok, I only came up to you because all the guys wanted me to ask a girl out, and, I didn't wanna standalone all-night" he rambled, to which Quinn smiled softly at, she didn't want to be alone either- which was why she was kind of glad he was here.

"Look, sit down, maybe we could get to know each other, be friends?" Quinn surprised herself at that, never in her life, with all the guys that had come up to her and hit on her, had she ever offered a friendship, but looking at Sam, she knew he was different, in more ways than one.

"Um, ok, sure, why not' he mumbled, nervously pulling out the chair near Quinn and taking a seat, staring at the table.

"So, tell me about yourself Sam." Quinn started, breaking the silence and offering an invitation for a conversation.

"Um, ok, well I'm 22, I have green eyes, and blonde hair and was born February 17" Sam told her.

'No I meant- wait, you have natural blonde hair?" Quinn asked, a little confused.

''Yeah" Sam nodded, nervously looking around.

"You're lying, did you dye your hair?" Quinn said, laughter in her voice as she noticed his discomfort.

"No!" Sam protested, serious.

"Oh, don't lie!" Quinn scoffed, giggling.

'Ok, fine, look I didn't die my hair, that's true- I have natural blonde hair- but it's just, when I moved to New York, my hair kind of went a little brown' he shrugged.

"Oh, wait, you're from New York, the Big Apple?" Quinn said surprised, he didn't look entirely like a 'city boy'.

"Yeah, well, my family moved there when I was a kid from Ohio, that's where I met the guys" he told her.

"Wait, you're from Ohio?' she stated surprised, Sam nodded, smiling.

"Me to, but I moved to Hawaii a few years ago"

"Why?" he asked her.

"Well, my friend Santana got a major job offer for a business here, and she didn't want to leave her friends, so we came with her… but why are you here?" Quinn told him, and then asked.

"Well, were working on an article for a magazine, we have the travel piece' he answered.

"We?" she asked.

'Yeah, me, Puck, Finn and Artie' he told her.

'Oh, are they the ones talking to my friends?" Quinn asked, turning around to see three guys talking to her friends.

'Yeah, Puck and Artie look like there doing well, but Finn looks like he's striking out' Sam commented, noticing Artie and Pucks successful flirting and Finn's fail.

"Well, Santana and Brittany will sleep with anything that moves, Rachel, on the other hand is very selective" she said, turning back around to face Sam.

"Yeah, now Quinn, I've told you about me, now tell me about you- does that even make sense?" Sam said, chuckling at the last statement.

"Well, that's fair, so i-"she began, but was interrupted by a sharp demanding voice, with a slightly weaker one backing her up.

"Hey! Get away from her!' she heard Santana shout at Sam, Rachel backing her up.

She watched them come over, well storm over, Brittany behind them carrying her coconut martini and three men in tow.

'"No, Santana, its ok he was just-"Quinn said, only to be cut off again.

'No Q, we promised not to let any guy talk to you, and he probably only wants to get into your pants" Santana snapped.

"Actually, I was just-"Sam started.

"Shut it Lady Lips' Santana snapped at him.

"Look, San, he's fine, Sam isn't going to take advantage of me' Quinn stepped in, noticing Sam's discomfort on the comment about his mouth.

'Oh, it's same now, what ever happened to 'Lady Lips'' Santana shot back mockingly.

'You called him Lady Lips, not me!" Quinn defended, to which Santana glared.

"Fine, but if I see any 'moves' I am storming over here and kicking your ass, ok?" Santana threatened, pointing her finger at Sam, who nodded, terrified.

"Thank you, now come on!" she said again, making her point, then storming over and grabbing Pucks tie, pulling him into the party.

The four other people then followed her- or them- , Brittany placed her martini down and grabbed Artie's handles, pushing him into the party also, Finn then turned to Rachel, holding out his hand and shyly offering for them to dance, to which she smiled softly and grabbed his hand, pulling them onto the dance floor.

"Well, looks they all got their girl" Sam mumbled under his breath, not loud enough for Quinn to hear.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, they can get very protective, but they are wonderful once you get to know them, but anyways, where were we?' Quinn rambled, not noticing or hearing Sam's comment.

"Well, you were going to tell me about you' Sam answered her, turning his full attention.

"well, I'm also 22, I have hazely green eyes and was born April 30, and as you already know I'm from Ohio' Quinn told her.

Sam smiled softly at her, and then sighed.

'What's wrong?" Quinn asked, worry etched into her voice.

"It's just, I, I, feel like I know you from somewhere, I just can't remember where" Sam confessed, 'did he just say that? Oh god, he probably sound s like a loser'

"Oh, I know how you feel; it's weird, isn't it?" Quinn whispered, staring into Sam's eyes, connecting on a level, she had never connected on before.

After several seconds Sam coughed, breaking the tension between them.

'Well, it's getting late, I should probably go" Sam said, getting up and leaving.

"But it's only 10:00, do you have to leave now?' Quinn asked, looking up the time on her phone.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna start writing the article tomorrow so…" Sam trailed of, Quinn smiled, understanding that he needed sleep.

"Well, good luck" Quinn said, watching as he nodded at her and went to walk away.

"Sam, wait, here's my number, call me' Quinn said, stopping him and handing him, her card, her number written clearly in black typing.

"Thanks" Sam smiled, placing a kiss on her cheek he waved good bye then left, not looking back.

Quinn gazed after him, she picked up her bag and stated to walk home, clutching her bag to her chest she franticly searched her brain for anything concerning Sam Evans, with no luck.

She decided, like Sam, that she just needed sleep.

A/N: Another chapter, I got the energy to write this after I watched the series finale- I'm still replaying the Finchel scenes over and over again - but there's Samcedes (sorry to anyone who support theta couple)