And with the beginning of the final season of Glee, I am suddenly inspired again. I mean, y'all caught that adorable moment between Sam and Quinn (more like Chord & Dianna) in the second episode, right?! Anyway, I got to writing…
And so here's the next chapter!
I'm behind on my fics, I know that, but bear with me. I've been traveling, working, and living life as a twentysomething year old. It's difficult. Lol.
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Are you excited for tonight?!
I am, but clearly you're on a whole different level. Stop bouncing up and down in your chair, T – it's totally obvious.
It's just been so long since someone's thrown a party! The last time all of us got together out of school was like…Rachel's party. And that was years ago!
Don't lie, we all hung out two days ago!
Yeah, we hung out at a coffee shop. Face it Fabray, we're getting old. Aren't you excited about this, though?
Tina, it's a surprise birthday party for my best friend's girlfriend. Sorry if I'm not all gung-ho to hear Sam gush all over perfect Marley, especially when my own love life is falling apart.
…okay, point taken. And I'm sorry. Is he coming tonight?
Who knows. Who cares.
Sam, for one.
T, he's busy with Marley's birthday and he's not going to want to hear all my complaints about a boyfriend I can't control.
It's Sam. He'll drop everything for you and you know it.
He shouldn't have to. Besides, I'm seeing Puck after school today; I'll sort things out with him. It'll be fine.
For your sake, I hope so.
*Text message from Sam*
Where the hell are you? Marley's already here and the surprise went off without hitch, but we're opening presents – where are you?
*Text message from Sam*
I just noticed Puck's not here, either. Is something wrong? Call me.
*Text message from Sam*
Tina told me you were meeting Puck after school. Call me.
*Text message from Sam*
Quinn, call me NOW.
To: Sam
From: Quinn
Subject: I'm a mess
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for missing the party, for not answering your messages, for not calling you back, for keeping everything that's been going on with me in the dark for the past few weeks…I am so, so, so sorry, Sam. And I'm saying all this now because I needed you tonight. I needed you so much and I couldn't think of anybody else that I needed as much as you and it's just…you weren't there. And that's not your fault, because I never told you. I should've told you.
A few weeks ago (the days and nights are all starting to blur), Puck cancelled on me for the first time. He said he had a pool cleaning emergency, so I let it slide. The next day, Kurt and Blaine told me they saw Puck out with Kitty the same night he was supposed to be working. I brushed it off, coming up with a thousand excuses for him. And then he started cancelling dates with me even more, until he finally just stopped talking to me. I'd get a text message every other night, but he was just "checking in" when it was obvious to me that he had already checked out of the relationship a while ago. I didn't tell anybody because…because I didn't want to be that girl.
Which brings us to tonight. Tina's right, I did go out with Puck after school. We went back to his house and we hung out with his little sister for a bit, before she had to leave for ballet. With just the two of us in the house, I decided it was the best time to bring up the whole issue. I told him calmly and rationally about what Kurt and Blaine said and about how I felt like he was drifting away…I don't think I could've been calmer or more normal, Sam. But then, I guess I underestimated Puck's temper.
He started shouting and yelling, about how I didn't trust him and how I didn't understand what his life was like…to be honest, the whole thing came out of left field. Anyway, since he was doing such an awesome job at making me feel like crap, I fought back. I started screaming at him about everything and it just…it escalated.
He didn't hit me or anything, so before you go and Google how to murder someone, just don't. I was never scared of Puck hitting me, that's never been the issue. But things were thrown and I kicked at him and he threw a glass at the wall…it was just intense and looking back on it, probably really pointless. But it was just in the heat of the moment.
We calmed down when his mom called and asked if we could pick up his little sister at the dance studio. It was getting late, so we were going to pick her up, drop her home, and then head to the surprise party for Marley. So we got in the car and started driving and I'm not really sure how it happened, but the next thing I know, we're back to screaming at each other. And then all of a sudden, I'm standing on the side of the road, left in the dust, while Puck drives off. Yup – Puck kicked me out of the car.
My first thought was to call you, but of course my phone wasn't with me and I had no idea where I was (why on Earth does Puck's little sister's dance studio have to be so far out of the city?). I started walking, came across a bar, asked to use their phone, and called a cab. It was getting kind of dark by then, so I huddled in a booth and waited. Well, it turns out a group of guys who were hanging around the bar saw me and sort of cornered me. Nothing…nothing bad happened, but it definitely wasn't a safe situation.
I'm fine, though. The cab came and I got myself home and I've just been dodging all of Puck's calls – I honestly can't even look at him, let alone talk to him. I just wanted to fill you in on what happened and I really, really am sorry I couldn't come to the party. I just know Marley's fallen even more in love with you after last night and I just wish I could've been there to see it.
Love,
Quinn
To: Quinn
From: Sam
Subject: Unbelievable…
I just came over and your parents told me I couldn't come inside because you were in a "fragile state." Not to be completely insensitive, but since when did they start to care? Last I checked they were too busy racking up air miles to even remember they had another daughter.
…okay, I crossed a line there. I just need to see you. I know you say you're okay, but I won't believe it until I actually see you.
Love,
Sam
That was intense. Are you doing okay?
Yeah, I'm just…holy crap, I think I'm shaking.
Do you need to go to the nurse?
And draw everybody's attention all over again? No, I'm staying put. Besides, she'll probably be busy trying to fix Puck's face.
I've never seen someone snap so fast. It was like Sam was sitting there, talking to Marley and me about Sectionals, and then boom – he was on top of Puck, just bashing his face in.
I guess he thought he had reason to.
Of course he did! Puck walking in and saying he was done with you in front of everybody and throwing you your phone? I'm surprised Sam even let him try to justify himself.
Thanks, T. I don't think I really need the recap.
You know, stepping back from it all, it's actually kind of sweet. Sam stepping up for you, I mean.
…He's my best friend.
To: Quinn
From: Sam
Subject: I'm a mess
The only thing that sucks about getting suspended for a week is that my parents have decided I'm now on lockdown. Short of sending me to Texas to live with my uncle, I think they've officially had enough of "Bad-Boy Sam." It's kind of hilarious, because I've never gotten into fights before this year and it's not like I'm out all night drinking or whatever. I've literally been so busy with school, football, Glee, work, babysitting, Marley, the gym, and volunteering that I'm too exhausted to actually try and get drunk every night. So even if I'm on lockdown, I'm still doing all those things – minus school, football, and Glee, since I'm confined to house arrest, of course. One of the good things about this whole thing though, is that even though my parents are pissed off beyond belief (at me, at Puck, and at Figgins), my little brother and sister think I'm pretty cool and as far as parental discipline goes, they're not super strict.
Look, I know I shouldn't have done it. I know I shouldn't have started a fight with Puck in front of everybody – you don't deserve to see it and to be honest, I don't deserve to be suspended for it. But you know what? Puck does deserve it. He treated you like absolute crap and if you think I'm just going to be okay with that, then you're wrong. I'm not going to let him walk all over you and I know you're rolling your eyes right now and thinking to yourself, 'Geez, I can take care of myself,' and I KNOW THAT, but I don't care. You can kung-fu and Krav Maga your way out of any situation, I'm fully aware of that, but the point is, Puck shouldn't have left you on the side of the road with no phone and no map. That's just not okay. So no, I'm not going to apologize for rearranging his face.
I guess what I'm trying to deal with now is the aftermath of everything. Puck and I are obviously on bad terms with each other and Finn's stopped talking to me ever since I punched him during the away game. I'm definitely not making any new friends on the football team, that's for sure.
I wish I could see you, though. Outside of school, I mean. I hope you're doing okay.
Love,
Sam
*Text message from Marley*
For goodness sakes, Sam, I had to find out you've been suspended for a week from Ryder?! Call me. Call me NOW.
*Text message from Sam*
How did you not know I was going to be suspended? I literally rearranged Puck's face in front of everybody, on school property. Like, in plain sight.
*Text message from Marley*
In Quinn's honor, too. How sweet of you, Sam.
Please tell me I'm wrong, but was that song a serious dig at you?
I have no idea. Is everybody still staring at me?
Yes. Stop hiding behind your hair, you're making it more obvious.
SHE made it obvious.
You're not helping. And this is dumb. What did you do?
I didn't DO anything! She's the one who's singing the song!
Yes, but…well, no offense, Quinn, but you've got a reputation for stealing boyfriends. Or at least, being the kind of girl that boyfriends would leave their girlfriends for. And I say that with all the love in the world, honestly.
T, you're nuts. And this has nothing to do with whatever horrible reputation the McKinley population has drawn up – this has everything to do with the fact that Marley is totally insecure.
While that might be true…I can't totally blame her, though.
Are you taking her side? Seriously?
I'm not taking sides, Quinn. But if you were to look at it objectively…well, Sam hasn't exactly been a stellar boyfriend.
He's not even at school!
No, he's not, because he's suspended. For beating up your ex-boyfriend. For you.
…alright, I get what you mean.
Good.
But did she have to sing about it?!
To: Quinn
From: Sam
Subject: I need a life.
Hello, stranger. Remember me? Your best friend since you were 3 years old? The guy who learned how to braid hair after you told me your mom never had the time? The guy who never told Mrs Cohen-Chang that it was you who "hand-painted" her white rug? The guy who held your hair back after too many tequila shots? The guy who punched out two other guys defending your honor?
I'm here, y'know.
….Sorry, that came out sounding really bitter. But it's just because I'm so BORED. It's only been 3 days, but my parents are fielding phone calls and visits left and right, because they think I'll be "distracted from my punishment." The thing is, I can't even be angry at them because yeah, okay, I kind of suck right now. But I literally haven't spoken to anyone, so I just…I need to know what's going on out there in civilization.
Humor me, Quinnie.
Love,
Sam
To: Sam
From: Quinn
Subject: Um…
No offense, Sammy, but your boredom is really not my priority at the moment. Besides, don't you have a girlfriend? Call her.
Love,
Quinn
PS: I never asked you to defend my honor.
PPS: I did NOT hand-paint Mrs Cohen Chang's rug, I told you, it was an accident and that can of red paint never should've been there! UGH.
What'd you do to Sam?
Hi to you too, Mike. I didn't do anything to him.
He called me last night, asking if you were busy with some project that none of us knew about or if you're up for a solo in Glee. Because of course, why else would you yell at him?
I didn't yell! It was over email!
Okay, why did you virtually yell at him, then?
Your calmness is really irritating.
I'm aware of that, but it also gets me out of screaming matches with Tina – now tell me what happened.
*insert eye-roll here* Honestly, Mike, I didn't do anything. He was asking for me to entertain him and I subtly reminded him that he has a girlfriend – one that he's in love with.
One that he's in love with or one that blasted you in public during Glee club?
They're the same person.
They're not. She's…if Sam had been here, there's no way Marley would've done that and you know it. She was acting out and it kind of crossed a line.
Do you want me to agree with you? Because yeah, I'll agree with you. Marley called me out in front of everybody, basically saying that she's jealous of the friendship Sam and I have – the friendship that's gone on since we were 3 years old. She didn't have to sing that song and she didn't have to throw me dirty look after dirty look. But she did, so now I'm telling Sam to spend time with his girlfriend.
But why? Shouldn't you be planning some way to take her down?
Because I get it, Mike. Actually, it was your girlfriend who told me to take a step back and try to understand Marley. She's just feeling…territorial.
Like a puppy?
…I'm done with the conversation now.