Did you all see the new Glee episode with Chord/ Sam back? Oh my heart lol. I'm so happy right, you guys.
Once again, thank you all SO much for your lovely comments. They're greatly appreciated :D
Anyway, here's a new chapter to celebrate!
He knew that she was in shock. She didn't have to say any other word to him. A simple nod from Quinn sufficed and that was that. She walked away from him, quickly wiping the tears that were falling from her eyes, as he stood and watched his first love walk out of his life once again.
"So? How did it go?" Mercedes asked in anticipation. All of the girls had circled Quinn after they had noticed that she had returned from her talk with Sam.
The emotions trapped inside her chest was unbearable. She could barely speak and, before she could stop herself, she began to sob in front of her friends. "What happened?" Tina asked worriedly.
"H-he's engaged," Quinn told them quickly, hoping that saying it rapidly would suppress the pain.
"What?" Santana said in surprise, "Since when?"
"Oh... So maybe that's what he was trying to tell me the other day," Brittany said in a hushed tone.
"What? What did he tell you?" Santana asked Brittany.
"Well," Brittany started, "I was out at the mall a week ago and I saw Sam there with this lady... And, yeah. I guess they're engaged. I thought he said that they were in danger. So I told them to go hide. I guess that's why they looked at me funny."
Mercedes shook her head in shame, "Santana, you best get your wife's ears checked, girl. That was just nuts." Before they knew it, Quinn had walked away from their conversation and headed inside the house.
She had never packed as quickly as she did at that very moment. It was as if someone had pressed fast forward and everything was happening at a rapid pace. Quinn knew that she had to get out before her past had completely sucked her back in. She thanked God that Sam did not bring his fiancé with him. She wouldn't know what she would have done then.
Before leaving, Quinn wrote an apology letter to Rachel and explained why she had to leave. She then left the party by walking out the front door and forced herself not to look back.
Once she had gone quite a long distance from the Berry's house - with both her luggages in hand - she began to pick up a quicker pace. Little did she know that she was running towards a ditch on the road. Upon impact, Quinn tripped and fell on the hard pavement. Her bags were thrown all over the street since they had opened on impact. She then began to feel a stinging sensation on both her knees. As she looked down, she found her knees badly scraped and blood began to spread on the black tights that she was wearing. She began to cry once again and felt completely hopeless. You'repathetic, she told herself repeatedly.
Quinn never knew that she would react in such a way towards Sam's engagement. The only reason she could find was that, deep inside, she thought that Sam would choose her again and they would live the rest of their remaining lives together. But it seemed that she was a little too late.
"Miss?" a soft, worried voice behind Quinn suddenly said, "A-are you okay? You took a terribly huge fall just now. Do you need my help?"
She looked behind her to find a young blonde woman standing before her. The woman seemed to be similar to Quinn in age and had long wavy hair that passed her shoulders. Quinn nodded and wiped her tears away.
The woman asked Quinn to lean on her and, with all her might, she had helped Quinn stand. "That's my car over there," she said to Quinn, "I was on my way home, so, I'll take you there. Seems like you were in a rush to leave. There's nowhere to go this late at night. So you can stay at my place."
"No, there's no need," Quinn tried to reason with the young lady.
"I insist. I'm not going to let you travel all scraped up like that. You're not ready to travel anywhere."
The ride to the young lady's house wasn't too far. It was three blocks away from Rachel's and was a modest size.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Quinn said to the young lady.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with a laugh, "My name's Alice. What's yours?"
"Quinn."
Alice opened the door to her house, still helping Quinn walk by letting Quinn lean on her. As they entered the house, she helped Quinn sit on a small couch and turned the living room lights on. "I'll be right back," she told her, "I'll go get my first-aid kit in the bathroom. Relax for a bit, alright?"
Quinn nodded. As Alice disappeared to the hallway, Quinn scanned the living room she was sitting in. The colours all around her reminded her of a Fall afternoon. It was warm, cozy and unbelievably tidy. Shemustbemarried, Quinn thought to herself. Everything was arranged perfectly and there was not a single dirt to be seen.
When Alice returned, she had a first-aid kit in hand and the same warm smile she had on earlier. "How are you feeling?" she asked Quinn worriedly.
"It doesn't sting as much," she told Alice as Alice began to apply alcohol on her cut, "Ahh!"
"Yeah... that's why I asked," Alice said with a laugh.
"I didn't expect that, sorry," Quinn said with a nervous laugh, "Thank you, by the way. You're far too kind."
"Oh no problem. We don't get a lot of guests in our house and, when we do, it's usually a repair man. Sam's no good when it comes to broken fixtures or plumbing."
Quinn's heart began to beat quickly. Didshejustsay'Sam'?"I... I'm sorry," she said, "Sam?"
"My fiance," Alice said immediately, "Sam's my fiance."
Just then, both Quinn and Alice heard the entrance door open. There was nothing else Quinn wanted to do but bolt out of the house. If it weren't for her knees, she would have done just that. But, in the mean time, she had no other choice but to sit there and watch the train wreck unfold.
"I'm home," the deep, Southern voice said from the hall, "I would have come home earlier if -"
Once Sam entered the living room, the first person he saw was not Alice but Quinn. Then he looked at Alice in shock. He could not believe his eyes at the image that was in front of him. "Hey, babe," Alice said to Sam as she approached him. She gave him a small kiss on the lips, took his hand and pulled him closer to Quinn. "This is Quinn. I found her a couple of blocks down. She was hurt so I thought that I would help her. Also, she was leaving town so I told her that she could stay here until tomorrow morning."
Quinn looked away from Sam and focused all of her attention on the carpeted floor below her. Sam, on the other hand, had the same mortified look he had when he came in, while Alice stood in between them still oblivious to what was going on. "So..." Sam finally forced himself to say, "She's... staying here... for the night?"
"I know, I know. I know you hate having guests around but Quinn is different. She's really nice and don't you feel sorry for her? I mean, look at her cuts!" Alice reasoned with her fiance.
Sam looked at Quinn's knees and, as if she felt his eyes on her, she moved slightly to cover her legs. "How did that happen... Quinn?" he asked her. He did not want Alice to know that he knew Quinn. If he knew Alice, she would ask him questions about how he knows of Quinn and that was a conversation that he was not ready to face as of yet.
Quinn looked at Sam, the first since he had arrived at the house, with slightly teary eyes. "I was running away," she told Sam. She tried as hard as she could not to shout at Sam. If he was pretending that he didn't know her, she could play the same game with him. "You see there was this man... who I thought loved me... and I told him how I felt about him... and, in turn, he told me that he was in love with someone else."
He looked at her in shock and guilt. "He must be kicking himself right now for losing someone like you," he said with the most calm voice he could muster.
"I sure do hope so," Quinn finally said, darting her eyes at him.
