So, today hasn't exactly been my best day. And I'm only halfway through it. Oh joy. You know what? Scratch that. It's been the worst week of my life. At least it's supposed to get better. Why you ask? I've had to spend all of it so far on being Sam Evans' girlfriend.

Usually, I live for Fridays. Yet, apparently Evans' boasting has found some truth. A lot of girls have been glaring at me in the hallways and the only thing that I can think of is because he's made sure we've been attached to the hip everywhere.

Evans seems to be pretty smug lately. He knows that I know he really does have a fan club. He hasn't pointed it out though; he just tightens his arm around my shoulder every time someone gives me the evil eye and smirks at me.

So basically, nothing much has changed. Except I can't be seen publically confronting Evans. Only god knows what on earth Coach Sylvester will do to reprimand me. He is my boyfriend after all. Eugh, I can't believe I ever agreed to this.

It's during my free period before Glee when a hand grabs my wrist, pulling me into the auditorium. Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear I think. But I shut my eyes tight.

"It will be Mercedes wanting to show me her number for Glee club. She will own it and I will applaud and everything will be fine."

::

"No such luck sweetheart," I smirk. Dragging her along. Excuse me. Dragging my girlfriend Quinn, head bitch in charge, Fabray.

I let go of her once we reach the stage and watch her. Her eyes are shut tight and from what I've heard, she's reciting some sort of prayer come mantra, obviously hoping it's not me. Well, tough news for her.

"You can open your eyes you know, I won't bite," no response, "That is unless, you want me too."

Her eyelids immediately flutter open and she gives me a look of disgust. Result. Wait, flutter? What the hell? How did flutter get into my vocabulary? I can't have read it. I can't read. I'm dyslexic. Doesn't stop you from reading comics though.

Quinn is observing me with interest, almost as if she can sense my inner monologue.

"I'm impressed Evans. I didn't know you even knew we had an auditorium."

I roll my eyes at her, "You've seen me in here twice. Once on Friday. Once yesterday. Knock knock, anybody in there?" I say, striding up to her and tapping her forehead.

I can see her frustration building up as she curses herself. On the inside of course, heaven forbid the graceful Quinn Fabray be heard swearing. Yet it's obvious really, it's so easy to read her.

"So, are you going to tell me why you abducted me or not?" she asks, quickly avoiding the subject.

I shrug, "We're supposed to be in a relationship. I come here with girls all the time."

Her mouth opens, aghast. It's quite comical really. She immediately makes towards the door but I stop her in her tracks.

"People saw me come in here with you. I will not let them think that you, that we-"

"And you think that being seen walking out of here after everyone saw you walk in here with me is going to make a difference? Because you obviously haven't heard, I work fast."

She rolls her eyes and keeps walking. I move to block her and she can't move.

"Look princess, I didn't make the effort to drag you in here for nothing."

"I will never-"

"I want to talk. Is that allowed between a boy and girl in the rules of celibacism?"

"Celibacy." She mutters under her breath.

"Whatever."

"So?" She asks expectantly. I stare at her blankly.

"What do you want to talk about?" Oh. That. Well I'm sorry but did she have to look so damn hot?

"Rules."

Quinn rolled her eyes before looking up to the ceiling, probably praying to God to get her out of this. No such luck honey.

"The rules of abstinence are not up for discussion Evans."

One word; predictable.

"Not about that Quinnie," I said in my most obnoxious tone, yet as hard as I tried, it was impossible for it to not sound alluring. Oh, my life is absolutely terrible.

She said nothing, simply staring at me with that penetrating gaze of hers, as if she could stare the answers out of me.

"Our relationship."

"We're not in a relationship remember?" Apparently I'm not the only dumb blonde.

"I know that. But I mean things like, do I go to your house for dates? Do we even go on dates?" She looked at me, clearly unimpressed. "Do I send a Facebook relationship request?"

That was when she lost it. And by that, I don't mean her famous bitch rampage. I mean she burst out laughing.

"Really? A relationship request?" Huh, I thought it would be great. I decided to see how she liked the silent treatment so returned her expectant gaze waiting for her to answer the rest of my questions.

"Well, I suppose you have to go to my house but we will arrange a time, no unexpected visits," Score. " But we'll be doing studying." Killjoy.

"And I also figure we will have to stage dates and we'll take turns in paying since they're not real." Sigh.

"And I'll send the request today." Her trainers began squeaking her way across the stage.

"Nu uh," I jogged across the stage so I was in front of her , " I believe that is the man's job."

She rolled her eyes and the corners of her pale lips twitched up into a smile.

"We'll see."

Squeak, squeak, squeak. "Wait." I don't know what made me do it.

"I have one more question," she turned around, " I know what you said about boundaries but would it be okay to do, this?"

I aligned my wrist with hers, intertwining gently our fingers. She blushed slightly but didn't make any moves to pull away. "I guess it's necessary."

"And, this?" I leaned forward, so that our foreheads nearly touched. I heard her make a sharp intake of breath, then I pulled away and grinned my signature grin.

I'm not that easy.

I walked away. "All about the teasing Quinnie, non about the pleasing. You want it, come get it."

::

As if I'm stupid enough to respond to that. Please, using my line against me? Hah.

I was half blushing half laughing as I cautiously snuck outside. I'd actually just had a real conversation with Sam Evans.

But my efforts were wasted for I was just to be pushed straight into the choir room. Gingerly, I fingered my slender wrists. Recently with all this pushing and yanking I was bound to fracture something. Then Kurt and Mercedes' efforts and all my self-restraints would be wasted; I'd be kicked off the Cheerios for sure.

I spun on the hell of my white New Balance trainer, the necessary requirement for all Cheerios, prepared to fume angrily at and vent all my stress on them.

So there I was, hell bent on wreaking havoc, only to find the air, much less anger, knocked out of me by pure and utter shock at the awaiting sight.

Finn. Finn Hudson. Shoulders hunched, face infuriated, utterly pissed. At me. Almost as if today was opposite day, almost as if the roles had been reversed.

"What were you thinking? Going in there with him?" He put emphasis on the 'him', saying it venomously. Almost as if he couldn't even say it, as if it pained him. Ironic, really.

But either way, I knew exactly who he was angrily referring to.

Confidently, I arched my back and crossed my arms over my chest defensively. "Sam's my boyfriend Finn." I could not believe I would ever be using that defensively. Meanwhile, Finn shuddered silently, as if it was causing him physical pain.

"That's another thing. The guy's a creep, he spent most of high school torturing you. You know what a jerk he is, you have first hand experience of what he's like."

I simply could not consider what I was witnessing. "Oh, what he's like?" You mean he could, I don't know, cheat on me with my best friend and not have the honesty to come out with it and wait until I catch them in the act?" I asked sharply, gazing directly at Finn's full of guilt chocolate brown eyes.

"I was thinking that maybe we could try again and-"

"No." I said, I didn't shout. But my eyes were filling with tears fast.

"You were unfaithful to me Finn. With my own best friend, with Santana. . But that's okay because at least she admitted she did something wrong and tried to make it up to me. But you? You were supposed to be always there for me. We were voted most likely to get married. Together in sickness, and in health. But where were you when I was pregnant? With her. I hate you Finn. And I never want to see you again."

I wasn't crying yet, but I rushed to my car anyway. I was skiving again, but it didn't matter. For Finn had broken through my walls. And after the floodgates had been prised open, a flood was bound to ensue.

::

"Where's Quinn?" I asked, making my way over to Kurt, Rachel and Mercedes' table and snaking my legs over an empty chair. I was risking my reputation but at least Puckerman was there, that lessened the blow slightly.

Quinn had been missing for a period and it was not like her to skip school. I mean she'd done it on Monday but that was acceptable. So what the hell had happened today?

"I have no idea." Mercedes replied, taking a tater top and swiftly popping it into her mouth.

Yet as she said it, I caught Finn walking by behind her, giving me the same light of a deer in her headlights.

I placed my tray down and slid out of my seat. "Well I think I do."

I strode up to him. He may be Frankenteen but he was less than a head taller than me.

"What did you to do to her?" I asked dangerously. I caught everyone's attention. I didn't mean to but hey, have you seen me? I'm Sam Evans. It's kind of inevitability.

"Why do you care?"

"Because she's my fricking girlfriend."

"She went home, probably to avoid you."

"I would fight back, but I have a girlfriend to comfort which is much more important than talking to crap like you," I retrieved my lunch tray and dumped it in the garbage. But before I walked out, I couldn't resist it. "Not that you'd care about her feelings anyway."

::

I was laying on my black leather couch, wearing a plain singlet and a pair of Cheerios sweats. I was watching Bring it On: All or Nothing. I know it may seem cheesy for a Cheerleader to watch a Cheerleader movie but it was my favourite feel good movie. I'd seen it so many times I could kill the volume and say the lines at the perfect timing.

As I watched Camille, Leti and Kirresha do their role call, there was a knock on my door. I put the movie on pause then walked up to it and observed a sight that I was completely unexpecting. Sam Evans, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"You know we're not really in a relationship right, Evans?"

He rolled his eyes. " Again, I know that. I just thought you might want some cheering up from your favourite man," I gave her my signature wink that made all the girls run screaming.

I rolled my eyes straight back at him. Then I slammed the door in his face. And locked it.

I put the DVD player back on play and rested back on my couch. I watched contentedly as the Warriors did their routine at the after school pep rally.

"You're much hotter." A voice appeared behind my couch and my right fist sprung up reflexively. Only a moment later did I notice that the voice was cocky and arrogant and utmost disgusting.

I sat up to reveal a Sam Evans clutching his nose. His bleeding nose.

"Holy crap Q, you sure punch hard."

I sighed and walked to my kitchen to get some ice.

I lay it on his face and he sunk into my couch. "You're going to get a black eye you know." It was fact, no point trying to sugar coat it.

"I can blame it on Hudson. After today-" He caught sight of my expression and decided now would be a good time to shut up. I disagree.

"What?"

"Nothing." He was lying, it was obvious as blonde wasn't his natural hair colour. But it had been a long day, and I wasn't in an inquisitive mood.

We sat down through an entire chapter before his phone rang. I couldn't contain my laughter when his ringtone was 'Too Sexy'.

"Yeah, I'll be there soon Stacey. Tell Stevie not to worry." He then rested his phone down and stood up, dropping the bag of peas on the table.

"Friday night threesome?" I raised my eyebrows, "I would've thought you preferred two girls."

"Then I'd be accused of under age sex. And incest," he raised his eyebrows. "Looks like I am having an influence on someone."

I escorted him to the door.

"I really am sorry."

He shrugged, "So am I." I playfully punched him on the arm.

"So, I'll send the request."

"Already have Q," he winked and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"You know if you keep rolling your eyes you're going to get dizzy one day."

"And that lemon juice is going to make your brain more sour than it is."

He sighed. "Just put the flowers in the water, they're too pretty to die. And too expensive." He walked out then. And I couldn't help but laugh. Two conversations in one day. A new record.

I headed upstairs and before I lay down, checked my Facebook. I spotted Evans' request and clicked the accept button. In a matter of seconds, I had a total of 5 notifications.

It was then I spotted my error.

Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans are married.

Noah Puckerman likes this.

Noah Puckerman: You said no sex until after marriage ;)

Sam Evans: You knew I was irresistible so we did things her way.

Quinn Fabray: Evans!

Sam Evans: Yes wifey?

I sighed and rubbed my temples frustratedly. I quickly changed my relationship status to 'single'.

Quinn Fabray is 'single'.

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I laughed before my computer screen read ' Sam Evans commented on your changed relationship status'. Hmm, interesting.

Sam Evans: Fine, I was just messing around.

' Sam Evans has requested that you are in a relationship'. Ha. No. I clicked ignore before sending the request to him myself.

He accepted. I'm Quinn Fabray, I always win.

OMG, an update! Please, don't die of shock. :/ I'm working on the next chapter of this, the next chapter for those of you who read How to Be Popular and a two shot!

Unfortunately, I had my exams week and then after that a school trip so I didn't have time :/

Basically, I'm saying I had writers block. But I'm back and better than ever baby!

Samcedes? I'm loyal to Fabrevans. But leave your answers in the reviews! I'm interested in what you think.

Xoxo

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