A/N: Hey people! Sorry I haven't updated for a while... Like I already told you (and you're probably getting tired of hearing this,) but I'm not completely sure where I'm going with the story...So please care to give your suggestions! Anyway, here it goes:

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of its characters. No, really I don't. I'm telling you! Really, I don't.

-Quinn.

I know it's him. I know it's Sam. Don't ask me why, I just do. The intonation of his voice, the way he says my name... I could recognize it anywhere. Even if he's behind me, and half of me is in the fridge, a bottle of wine cooler in my hand, I can still hear him. And I know it's him.

I slowly turn around, (I mean, I can't turn my back on him forever,) and see him. He has a fresh new hair-cut. His blond hair falls gently on his eyebrows, like the first time we've met.

I then realize that I'm slightly scrutinizing him, so I quickly answer, with the most neutral tone I can manage:

-Hey.

As our eyes meet, a sincere smile appears on his face.

Gosh, I missed that smile. He just has this way of smiling that lights up the room...

- I haven't seen you around, Sam says, breaking the silence.

- Yeah, me neither..., I say, after a minor hesitation. ...What do you want, Santana's house is huge!

We end up chuckling, breaking the tension.

- So how have you been, Sam?

Though I used to come over at his «house» every week to help his family out, the regularity of my visits slowly faded, and I ended up completely stopping my weekly visits. I felt guilty, of course. I knew that I helped Sam's family out a lot by babysitting the kids. But I just got really busy with the exams, prom, Nationals... Plus, it was still a bit awkward with Sam. We had superficial conversations, but never really talked about what happened...

But I really do care about how he has been...

- I'm good, actually!

As he says that, his face lights up, just like a child on Christmas Eve. It's adorable.

- My dad found a job, and we'll soon be able to move out of, well...our «house»...

I can tell he's still ashamed of that motel room. He really had a hard time, dealing with everything that happened.

- Really?, I answer, surprised. That's great.

And I genuinely mean it. He has been through so much...

- ...But Stacy and Stevie still miss you. They've been asking me when you'll come back.

I smile as I hear Sam's sibling's names. I've missed them too.

- Well, tell them I'll come back as soon as I can.

- I will.

We continue to have small talk, as we walk at the other side of the main party room (so we can actually hear ourselves talking). A couple of minutes later, we arrive in front of what seems like an isolated common room, therefore stopping our conversation. He gives me a look, as if asking if we should go sit on the expensive-looking couches. I nod warily, suddenly worrying that something...weird...might happen.
I mean, I feel like the atmosphere just changed. We can barely hear the music anymore, the room is dim, and we both stopped talking...

We both slowly go sit on either sides of the three-place sofa, still not talking... Okay, this is definitely awkward.

Feeling uncomfortable, I grab the cushion on my right and hold it onto my chest, as if it can chase away the heavy and tense ambiance around us.

A few more minutes pass by, only intensifying the thickness of the atmosphere. I know I should talk, but the silence makes me uncomfortable...I feel like I'm not suppose to break it. Oh dear, I'm really starting to regret coming here... Gosh, why isn't he talking?

- Why did you do it?, Sam suddenly says, breaking the silence.

- ...what do you mean?

I take a glance at Sam; he's looking at a spot on the floor, probably avoiding my look intentionally.

Wait...he's not talking about what I think he's talking about...is he? He's surely not talking about... us?

He seems to get his senses back and looks straight in my eyes; it's my turn to avoid his look.

- You know what I mean. ...Why did you do it? Why did you...kiss him?

He pronounces those last two words so low that I'm not even sure I heard him right.

He is. He's talking about us. I freeze for a second, trying to assimilate that information. No guy ever talks about feelings. Not with me, anyway. Heck, some people don't even think I have feelings. I just don't talk about that stuff. That's how girls like me keep their power; we hide our feelings, so that people never know where they stand with us. Plus, going into that part that's buried deep inside me... Just thinking about it... It hurts too much. I mean, I never talked about that stuff with Finn. Puck either. But Sam... He's different. ...I owe him an explanation.

- You really wanna know?, I finally answer reluctantly.

He barely hesitates before firmly saying:

- Yeah.

I know this is going to hurt. Really bad. I'm probably going to regret it, too. Really bad. But it's too late to look back...

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.

- I...I loved you, Sam. I really did., I finally let out.

I can already feel it stinging in the bottom of my stomach. I hold on tighter to the cushion, trying to chase the pain. Oversensitive, much?, I think, trying to convince myself that what I'm feeling is completely ridiculous, no matter how real it feels. I let a couple of seconds pass by again.

- Why did you do it, then?, Sam says, a hurt look in his eyes.

I feel my eyes getting filled with tears, but I hold them back. Stupid teen hormones. I take another deep breath and bring myself to start explaining.

A/N: So, what did you think? Yes, it's extremely short, I know... I wanted to write a whole lot more, but I'm going to this camp for a week starting Monday and I wanted to post something before I go, you know? (So yeah, that means the next chapter won't be posted before a little while...sorry..:| But if you have any ideas of what could happen, it could go faster! (; ) Oh, and thank you so, so, so, much for your reviews (and the favs and the alerts too!)! I appreciate it veryyyy much! ;D (...Care to leave any reviews on this chapter, too?(: ) I love you all! (...Even if I don't really know you...)