Ah! I love everyone who has reviewed. You are all amazing and make my day so much better! I hope I don't let you down with this. Just a couple of shout outs: RJRRAA you always make me laugh :) Also thanks to the suggestions by Ly and Mijah and thanks to you guys I will be writing this story from Sam's POV. I hope you all like it!

—Lucy

Sam walks away from Quinn at her locker, clenching and unclenching his fists. He is her friend. He needs to act like her friend but when he saw the hickey on her neck, he almost ran up to Finn and beat the shit out of him. He tries breathing calmly and forgetting about it, but the thought of Finn sucking on Quinn's neck is enough to practically kill Sam.

He walks up to Santana and wraps his arm around her. She can tell that he's distracted and doesn't say anything as they walk together.

When they get into his car, she finally says, "What seems to be the issue, Sam?"

Sam starts the car and looks at the road, not wanting to look at Santana. He can't exactly tell his girlfriend that he's in love with another girl. Another girl who happens to be his recent ex. The only reason he's dating Santana is because Quinn cheated on him. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but if this brought Quinn and Finn together, Sam would never forgive himself.

Quinn told Sam that she loves him. She's in love with him and he didn't say anything back. He just left! Is he an idiot? Sam knows the answer to that: yes. The girl he is madly in love with loves him back but he refuses to let himself love her again. It hurt too bad when she cheated on him. He wasn't sure if he would ever be the same and the truth is, he still hasn't completely healed from it. Looking at Finn fills him with such anger that Sam almost can't control himself.

"Nothing," Sam answers Santana.

She rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything else for a while. The car ride is quiet, the only sound coming from the quiet radio. Sam hates it when Santana gets quiet, but when he thinks about it, their whole relationship is in silence. They make out but there isn't a connection their. Sam thinks about it as them being each other's in between people. They're good for each other now because they fill the loneliness momentarily, but both of them know that it isn't going to last forever.

"You still love her, don't you?" Santana finally breaks the silence in the car.

Sam swallows hard and rips the steering wheel tighter. "Santana, you're my girlfriend. Quinn and I are just friends. If Quinn and I were meant to be together, we would be."

"I don't believe that for a second," Santana snaps. "The only reason you broke up with her was because she made out with Finn and you are clearly sexually threatened by Sam which I personally find crazy because he is just a plastic bag full of pudding while you have the body of a surfer board who washes his dirty t-shirts on his own abs." Sam laughs. "You don't love me, Sam. You love her so why are you making this so hard on yourself?"

"She hurt me," Sam says. "She hurt me so badly I don't think I'll ever be able to look at her the same way. I was in love with her and she got bored with me. If I try and got back with her, who's to say that it won't happen again?"

Santana reaches over and places her hand on Sam's knee. "Love is supposed to hurt, that's why people would rather die alone then with a partner because they can't handle what love will do for them."

Sam looks at Santana from the corner of his eyes really fast before looking back to the road. She's looking out the window, her head rested against her hand. Both of them know that this relationship isn't going to last the car ride, so Sam takes it upon himself to at least say what's on his mind.

"I know," Sam says.

Being pulled out of her train of thought, Santana rolls her head over to Sam. "What do you mean?"

"I see the way you look at Brittany," Sam says. "I never really understood your friendship, but I do now. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"What are you talking about, Evans?" Santana demanded.

"You are in love with Brittany," Sam says.

He pulls into her driveway and parks the car, but neither of them move to get out. She turns towards him and he sees tears starting to form in her eyes, but she blinks them away.

"Brittany is my best friend," Santana says.

Sam nods, pursing together his beautiful lips. "I know."

"I'm not a lesbian."

"Okay. I was just pointing out what I see."

"What do you see?" she demands.

"I see two people who love each other more than anything in the world. When you're together you have the best time of your life. When she walks into a room, you always smile. You want to spend time with her, you love being with her. You two would be perfect together, but if it's just as friends, then what I'm seeing is wrong," Sam says.

"I mean," Santana starts, "I love Brittany, but I can't be a lesbian. I just can't. She has Artie and I have you."

"Santana, I think we both know we're not right for each other," Sam says.

Santana nods and laughs. "You're right. It was fun when it lasted though."

He nods too. "I think that the most important thing to remember is that you only live once and worrying what people think about you takes up too much of your time when you could be happy."

Santana looks down at her hands. "But what if she doesn't love me back?"

He shrugs. "You'll never know if you don't try."

With a smile, Santana gets out of the car, but pops her head in before she leaves. She kisses Sam on the lips. "A goodbye kiss. You're an amazing guy, Sam, but you need to take your own advice and go get Quinn. You two are perfect for each other and if you love her, nothing should get in your way."

Sam smiles at her. "Yea, I think you're right."

Short but I think a vital chapter in the story. I think the next chapter might be the last one. I hope you all liked it :)

Love always—Lucy