Chapter 7, am I right? As I said earlier, I really appreciate the reviews this story has been getting. I love reading all the responses. And yes, I do look at everyones stories when i'm in a mood to read Fuinn fanfics. haha. I'm trying to finish this story soon so I can work on a new one. All my stories on this account will be Fuinn.

I decided to change POVs again. So half of the chapter will be written in Finn's point of view, and then it will change to Quinn's.

It had been a few days since I had talken to Quinn in the office. We almost kissed. It seemed almost unreal to know that I had almost kissed her. I didn't know what I was doing then. I had been caught up in the moment after looking into her big blue eyes. I was almost relieved when Quinn had pulled away. Who knows what kind of hell Rachel would put me through if she found out. But nonetheless after that moment between me and her, things had been awkward. We hardly spoke to one another. Whatever friendship or comfortable-ness we had been building these past few weeks was destroyed in less than 30 seconds. Not that the tension between us was obvious to everybody else. Quinn had been so wrapped up with the new kid, Sam, that I was pretty sure they were going out.

Sam was the new kid, whom I had been pressuring to join Glee club a few weeks back. I wasn't going to say that he was my new best friend, though. He took my position as quaterback on the football team after I decided to help Artie play the game. Coach Bieste thought that was outrageous, and ultimately decided that Sam was better off taking my place. Sam auditioned for Glee club a few days later with the song "Billionaire". Needless to say, the girls were fawning all over him and that big mouth of his. I felt my stomach drop everytime I saw Quinn and Sam cast glances at each other and smile. Rachel even had a nickname for them: Ken and Barbie.

My suspicions of Sam liking Quinn a heck of a lot more than just a friend were confirmed that day in the locker room right after practice. We walked in with our jerseys on, sweating, and chugging water. While I pulled on my shirt after taking a very quick shower, I walked out to see Sam looking at himself in the mirror and pinching his abs. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, Quinn will like these." He said to himself, smiling smugly.

I just stood there, awkwardly. I didn't know what to say to that.

"Do you think Quinn will be impressed by these? I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend tonight. An official girlfriend." Sam asked me, turning to face me.

I just smirked. "Good luck with that. Quinn won't be easy. She'll most likely reject you as soon as she hears 'girlfriend'."

"Hey, you have to have faith in me bro." He chuckled, pulling his shirt down and then frowned. "But you're okay with this, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I heard stories about you and Quinn having some history last year. I don't want to create any drama by asking her out if you're not okay with this." Sam explained slowly, searching my face for any anger.

I just shrugged, ignoring the fact that my face felt like it was burning and my hands were balled into a tight fist. "I don't care. I'm with Rachel, remember? Besides, that was last year."

Sam shrugged at my response. "Cool. I'm taking her out to Breadstix. I've been saving up for a long time. I want things to be perfect when I ask her. Quinn's something special."

Yeah. She is.


Quinn couldn't help but feel butterflies when Sam had asked her to meet him at Breadstix that night. There was a certain confidence hidden in his voice that she blushed at. Sam was a good guy. Great guy actually. They kissed, hugged, and held hands often but there were no labels attached. At least not yet. Sam was perfect for her. He was quaterback of the football team, he was becoming more popular by the hour, he was cute, and he could really play that guitar. But all those thoughts were blocked out once she saw Sam and Finn walk out of the guys locker room together. When had they become friends? She tilted her head, trying to make out what their lips were saying but got nothing. As she studied them, she noticed the similarities between them. Not the physical similarities, but their personality. They were both jocks, handsome, and both had treated her like a princess.

She felt a lump form in her throat. She slammed her locker door, clutching her books close to her chest as she hurried down the hall. What was she doing? Of course this was what she was doing. She can't do this to Sam. How had she not realized this sooner? Sam was just another Finn. When she knew she couldn't have Finn, she picked a boy that could be like him. It was the closest thing to having Finn back. She instantly felt guilty. So now that she realized the ugly truth, what was she to do now? Go through with the plan of meeting Sam at Breadstix and possibly even become his girlfriend? Or was she suppose to save him and herself from the future heartbreak and just cancel? Would I talk to Finn about what was going on? How she really felt? How she missed him so badly and get all of this off her chest?

Stop it, Quinn. You're just being crazy. You like Sam and the last thing you would ever date him for is to be a rebound. With those thoughts, she sighed and hurried to her car. It was decided then. Tonight she was going on that date with Sam.

When Quinn arrived at the restaurant that night, she spotted Sam at a small table for two near the back. She put on her best smile and walked up to the table. He stood up, kissing her cheek lightly.

"You look...beautiful tonight, Q." He said, his eyes wide as he took her in.

"Thanks. You look great, too." She smiled, her cheeks turning a light pink.

They ordered their drinks and food. Their night consisted of corny jokes and interesting stories. She noticed Sam becoming hesitant, and she tensed. It was coming. She knew it all too well, from when all the other guys tried to ask her out. But when Sam was opening his mouth to say something, she noticed a familiar face. Well, two familiar faces. Standing at the front door stood Finn and Puck, looking around. She watched as Finn caught her look, and gave her a cocky grin. Quinn was fuming. That was it. She needed to talk to Finn tomorrow.