Hey, I'm glad people are still enjoying this! This is just a filler chapter, really. I'm finishing up with finals soon so then I'll be able to devote my time to this story. =)

Hope that you all enjoy.

I didn't edit this. At all. I just typed it up and put it on here so I'm thinking that there's going to be A LOT of problems with trying to read this... I apologize. =P

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"Why aren't you still with Quinn?" Sam threw his jacket roughly across the room and slumped back into the couch beside the brunette.

"She thinks I'm in love with you or something." Rachel laughed hysterically at the boy's admittance. "I don't get it."

"Sam, while I don't condone lying, I suppose that in some cases it could be alright. What I don't understand is why you seem adamant on keeping this stuff a secret from her. If you really wanted to get to know her then the door swings both ways."

"Because, I just wanted to be normal for a change. I wanted to be like every other guy so she would want me," he whispered. Rachel turned to face him before placing her hand gently on his arm.

"She's been with normal guys, Sam. Look where it ended up." Sam nodded before giving Rachel a small smile. "Well, I suppose I should get going. Finn and I have a date tonight and I'd rather not be late."

"Thanks for staying here and watching him. Was he a lot of problem?" Rachel shook her head. "It's easier when Nana is here, but she's still in the hospital. I just don't even know how those bills are going to get paid," he whispered before looking away.

Rachel smiled softly, "it'll work itself out. I'm sure the hospital will work something out with you all." Sam nodded. "Well, I shall see you tomorrow for our session."

"Great," he replied.

"Sam," Rachel said while reaching out for the doorknob. "I do not enjoy people skipping my tutoring sessions, but if you felt the need to skip to maybe go work things out with a certain Cheerio then I would possibly understand." Sam opened his mouth to respond but the brunette was already out the door. He smiled at the smaller girl's antics before locking the door and walking towards the back of the trailer. He slowly stepped inside his grandfather's room.

"Hey," the older man whispered upon seeing Sam. The young blond smiled and waved. "How's it going, Son?"

"Pretty good. I just got in from a date with a girl," he replied with excitement. He smiled when he saw the older man raise the hospital like bed.

"Tell me about it?" Sam sighed. The date hadn't been all that great; he wasn't looking forward to telling someone else the embarrassing details but reluctantly began to talk. He missed his grandparents. He was tired of having to act so much older than he really was. When he would think about things like that he would immediately feel guilty. It wasn't his grandparents' fault that his parents had passed away right. It wasn't their fault that they got the crappy end of the deal. "Well," he chuckled after hearing Sam's thorough explanation of the date(leaving out the part about why he had to spend so much time with Rachel), "I believe that if you like this young lady then you ought to fix things, you stubborn ass." Sam chuckled. "I want some grandkids."

"Right," Sam whispered sadly.

He walked, slowly, into his history class and sat down in front of the blonde. He turned around quickly and inhaled sharply upon seeing the glare she was giving him. "Quinn, we should talk." She scoffed before signaling for him to turn around. "Please," he urged.

"Class is about to start. I need a good grade. If your reading skills were any indication then you do, too." He blinked a few times before nodding and turning around. No wonder people feared her. She could be a straight up bitch, he realized. He attempted to follow along in his book but his thoughts always drifted to a hazel-eyed blonde that was sitting behind him.

Once the bell had rung, he attempted to talk to the Cheerio again but was shot down. He grunted in disbelief. He didn't know if getting a chance with the girl was worth going through so much crap. He trudged his way down the hallway to his next class. He saw his open seat by the blonde and immediately looked around the room for another desk. He smiled upon seeing one behind Finn Hudson. He was certain that it was the Puckerman guy's seat, but he rarely showed up for class. He slowly eased his way over to the desk, missing the saddened look that crossed Quinn's face.

"Hey," he heard a girl whisper from behind him. He turned around and looked at the girl intently, trying to remember her name.

"Santana, right?" She nodded. "Hello," he whispered before holding his hand out. The Latina eyed him curiously before placing her hand in his and shaking it. "You offered to make out with me as a welcome." He chuckled.

"Yeah," she replied. "You'd be the first guy to turn that down," Santana laughed. Sam found himself laughing with her. Finn turned around and looked at the two suspiciously but said nothing before turning back around. "So, you and Q?"

"Are friends? If even that." She nodded with a smirk before tracing her fingernails over his bicep.

"I think," Santana whispered before throwing a quick glance in Quinn's direction. "you should leave Fabray to Puck." Sam sighed but nodded along anyway. Santana smiled sweetly at the boy until he turned around. She once again turned to face Quinn and gave her a smirk.

The blonde felt like pouncing on the Latina. She had known that Quinn was slightly interested in the boy and now she was throwing herself all over him. She had no claim over the boy though. He probably didn't want anything to do with her after the remark she had made in their history class. She pushed away all the thoughts and began to scribble down notes in her notebook.

"Hey," Sam whispered, not wanting to startle the girl. The blonde looked up from her book and frowned. Sam inwardly cringed but moved forward anyway. "I was hoping we could talk?"

She pursed her lips. "And what would we have to talk about?" He clapped his hands together before taking the seat opposite of her and sitting down.

"Our date? I want to explain some things to you," Sam replied. She rolled her eyes.

"Look, Sam, this isn't necessary. I've moved on. You can hook up with Santana or whoever your next conquest is." Sam clenched his jaw.

"Listen, Quinn, at least let me explain some things to you before you continue being all bitchy." She opened her mouth, a response burning on her tongue, but said nothing else upon seeing the smoldering look he was giving her. "I don't like Rachel." She rolled her eyes. "Stop doing that! I don't like Rachel. She's great but she's helping me with my schoolwork." Quinn's jaw dropped. "Yeah, you were right earlier. My reading skills are telling of my grades. I'm pretty much failing everything but math."

"Sam, I didn't mean to-"

"For once, I think that the Head Bitch in Charge should let someone else talk," he yelled. He wasn't entirely sure when he had gotten so angry, but it had happened. "I told Rachel about my learning disability and she offered to tutor me."

"What are you talking about?" He looked at her in disbelief. "Learning disabilities? What's wrong with you?" He humorlessly laughed.

"Right, that's why I was trying to keep it from you. I just have some reading problems, but I knew you wouldn't be able to see past that. Apparently, everyone was right. You have to have the perfect image."

"That isn't true," she exclaimed. The anger quickly fled from Sam upon realizing that he was yelling at a girl. He may have been frustrated but he still had no right to do a thing like that.

"I'm sorry for yelling," he whispered. "I'm just stressed and it got pent up." Quinn nodded. "I really do like you, Quinn. I wanted that date to be awesome, but my grandfather is kind of sick. Rachel was doing me a favor by watching him. She was calling to let me know how he was, but you kind of took everything the wrong way."

To say that she felt like an idiot was an understatement. "Sam, I didn't know about any of this. I shouldn't have said what I said to you this morning." A look of hurt flashed across his face but he quickly masked it. "I'm also sorry that I've been so insane lately. I'd really like a second date?" Sam's face brightened upon hearing the words.

Both of their heads snapped to the auditorium door. Sam looked at the boy in confusion, whereas Quinn groaned. "Hey, baby mama."

"Puck," Quinn replied. Sam stood awkwardly as the boy jumped onto the stage and wrapped his arms around the cheerleader.

"I had fun last night," he replied while looking at her suggestively. "Do you still want to go on that date after school?" Sam shut his eyes, willing himself to disappear. Quinn looked between the two boys frantically.

"I'm going to go," Sam interrupted before turning to walk away. Puck nodded before turning around to look at the blonde and smiling sincerely at her. Sam rushed out of the auditorium. Was anything ever going to go in his favor? He looked up upon hearing footsteps draw near. "Santana?" The Latina smiled. "Is this your spare, too?"

"Nah, I'm just skipping. Spanish is pointless for me. I just go and take the tests." Sam nodded along. "Where you in the auditorium?" She questioned while pointing to the double doors. He nodded again. Santana's brows furrowed before she waltzed over and looked through the glass. "Ew, that piano needs to be washed," she commented before tugging the blond boy's arm. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"You owe me for not wanting a make-out session." He chuckled but followed anyway. He looked back once, hoping to see the blonde girl. No such luck.