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I am so so sorry for that mistake. This is the real chapter 8, I don't know what happened!

Chapter 8. The Make-Up

"And that was the last time we actually talked." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sam followed but sat on the other end. "I mean... Yeah, we saw each other when I visited but we never really talked then."

"Sorry Quinn, I just - -"

"Busy, I know." I glanced at him before going back to staring at my feet. "But a hug wouldn't hurt, you know. During Thanksgiving, Mr. Schue's supposed wedding, even when Glee club was over."

"I know."

"I was even trying to get to you during your graduation but you were too caught up with the other. I mean, I managed to take pictures with Blaine, Tina, Artie, even Becky, but not you."

"Well, I never saw you either. You disappeared pretty quickly." Sam stated, inching towards where I was.

"Really? Then how was it that everyone saw me, except you?"

"Well, I don't know." Sam scratched the back of his neck.

"Admit it, you never really even bothered looking for me."

"That's not true!" Sam half-yelled, now sitting beside me.

"Just admit it." I giggled when I saw him getting more frustrated. "You started shutting me out since my graduation. You promised to keep in touch but hey, when I never heard from you since that summer started, I took the hint."

"I'm sorry Quinn." The big-lipped blonde beside me started. "I know I shouldn't have shut you out like that. I was just so busy with Mercedes then that I've never even got to hang with most of you guys."

"Oh, really?" I asked, sarcasm evident on my voice. "That's a lie. You weren't always with Mercedes."

"What are you -"

"If what you're saying is really true..." I shook my head in disbelief, standing up and walking over to the other side of the room, in front of the mirror. "Then why is it that that summer, I often saw you at the mall with Joe, Rory, Sugar and Artie? Or at McKinley, playing football with Mike, Finn and Puck? Heck, I even saw you at the mall one time with Kurt, Rachel, Mercedes, Blaine and Finn? And do you know how many times I saw you walking at the park, alone? Yeah, you were too busy with Mercedes to hang out with the rest of us. By the looks of it, I think it's just me."

I was surprisingly calm when I said that and I think Sam got a bit nervous because he started fiddling with his fingers while avoiding my gaze. Then for a minute or two, it was eerily silent.

"You were avoiding me."

I saw Sam's head shot up just as mine dropped. I was so intent on staring on the ground when I heard Sam shifting around. When I looked up at him, he was staring at the pictures placed on my bedside table.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"Yo were avoiding me, weren't you?" I asked softly, trying my best to remain calm and not cry.

"What?! Quinn, I wasn't -"

"Cut the crap, Sam." I snapped, cutting him off. "We both know it's true."

Sam sighed before walking over towards me. Once he was beside me again, I began speaking.

"You didn't want to lead me on, right? You didn't want Mercedes to get all these crazy ideas about you and me just because we are spending time when the two of you were supposed to enjoy the last few months the two of you have left together in Lima before she went to LA."

I felt tears forming in my eyes and I tried my best to blink them away as my voice started to quiver. Sam placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and for the first time, I finally let him.

"You were scared that I would ruin what you have with Mercedes, that maybe somehow I would've made you cheat on her. I mean, once a cheater, always a cheater, right?" I laughed sadly.

"Quinn, I -"

"That's why you ignored all of my messages, you never answered my calls and that's why you shut me out. And do you know why it hurts?" I looked up to meet his eyes, staring back at me. "It's because you promised. You promised to keep in touch, Sam. That's what hurt the most."

I finally finished, letting a few tear drops leak out my eyes. Sam hugged me from the side and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Okay, so maybe you are a bit right." Sam said. I quickly retreated my head away from his shoulder, looking at him ridiculously.

"Really? Just a bit?" I snapped back.

"Okay, okay! You were completely right." Sam said, hands up in mock defense. "I didn't want you to get hurt because I'm in love with Mercedes."

Okay, that still hurts.

"I didn't want to lead you on. 'Cause you kinda have a bit of tendency to do that. And also, I didn't want 'Cedes to feel insecure and jealous of you."

"Mercedes knows we're just best friends, Sam. Hell, she even pointed that out earlier."

"Can I tell you something?" Sam said, stepping one step backward to look at me properly. When I nodded, he continued. "Nobody's knows about this, and I'm pretty sure even Kurt doesn't know but Mercedes always felt insecure about you. I'm pretty sure every girl at McKinley was jealous of you."

"Why?"

"Because you're really beautiful. And c'mon, every girl at McKinley can't help but feel insecure around the Quinn Fabray. You might not be a Cheerio then but ask every girl at school and tell me if there's someone who didn't want to be you."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Sam said sarcastically. "Even Santana was insecure of you at one point."

"Santana?" I laughed a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah!" Sam exclaimed, seriousness dripping in his voice. "Santana was hot and all that but when I was dating Santana, we would often fight about you. How I'm supposedly 'still not over you' and how you're blonde, and prettier and smarter and all that shit. And at Rachel's party, we were fighting because of that."

"But, why would they? Don't they remember Lucy Caboosey? I even spent a couple of months in a stupid wheelchair during senior year." I laughed, humorlessly. "Pregnant during sophomore year, wheelchair during senior year, not something you should be jealous about."

"It still doesn't change the fact that you're still beautiful. You were still the most beautiful girl at McKinley. That even Santana was insecure."

"Santana." I giggled, imagining Santana, my fiesty, bitchy best friend, being insecure of me. If I asked her now, she'd probably deny it then go Lima Heights on Sam, maybe even kill him.

"She was right, though."

"Huh?"

"When I started dating Santana, I wasn't over you." Sam started, playing with his fingers. "Part of why I was dating her was to make you jealous."

"I was.. Jealous, I mean." I shrugged, walking away and sitting on the bed again. "A bit. Just a little."

"But it drove you towards Finn more and - -"

"And look how well that turned out." I cut him off, which resulted in him giving me a pointed look. I shrugged, motioning for him to continue.

"You went to Finn, yeah, that's why I kinda, sorta stuck with Santana who dumped me for Karofsky. Then we became friends again when the whole rumors started because of the stupid school newspaper and I thought... Maybe I'd finally have a chance with - -"

"You wanted Finn and I to break up?"

"I guess." Sam shrugged, now sitting beside me while fiddling with his fingers. "And you can't blame me for hoping, you kissed me at the motel once."

"Hey, now wait a second!" I gasped, hitting him lightly on his arm. "You kissed me!"

"Yeah, well, you kissed back!"

"I was just sad then and you were saying those sweet things to me and I got caught up in the moment, okay?"

"Yeah, well, anyway I was thinking that maybe you'd realize that Finn was a douche that wasn't even in love with you. It's kinda obvious that he was - still is in love with Rachel. You just wanted that crown so badly to see that."

"Hey! Finn's a nice guy, you know?" Sam looked at me, annoyed that once again I had cut him off. I raised both my hands in defense. "I'll shut up now."

"But nothing happened, you were still with Finn. Then Prom came along and Rachel proposed that I took her and Mercedes as dates, so I accepted. You went with Finn, so I thought "What the hell?". Me and Mercedes started hanging out after that."

I nodded, hearing their story for the first time. Sure, Sam's been telling this to me since high school but it was never the whole story and it was mostly about how their dates went, what movie they watched, what they did and stuff.

"So, yeah, we started hanging out more. Sometimes, she even babysat the two munchkins." He said, which made me quirk an eyebrow.

"Yes." He admitted. "That's why I don't ask you to babysit those two." Sam said, nudging my side. "Don't worry, they confessed they like you more because they said you're 'so pretty' and always bring them homemade snacks."

"Anyways, it was in New York that I officially asked her to be my girlfriend, the night before Nationals, actually." Sam confessed, burying his head in his hands.

"I know."

"What?!" Sam lifted his hand to look at me.

"Well, I didn't actually meant to but I was waiting for Santana and Brittany to finish buying our snacks when I saw you and Mercedes. I think I got the part where she said 'yes' and kissed you. If there was anything that happened after that, I have no idea." I said, giggling at Sam's shocked and embarrassed face.

"Okay." Sam nodded, still looking a bit flushed. "Anyway, we lasted until that summer then I had to move away so we broke up and you all know the rest."

Nodding, I placed a hand on his shoulders and looked him in the eye.

"I'm really sorry, Sam. For cheating on you."

"I know. And you know that I already forgave you for that." He flashed me a toothy grin that I can't help but smile back.

"No, I mean, even if you doubted it, I want you to know that I really did love you. Just because I cheated on you doesn't mean that all those things I said and did weren't real, it doesn't mean I didn't love you." I confessed, leaning my head on his shoulder again. "Heck, even after we broke up, when you moved away then came back, when you were chasing after Mercedes, I loved you, you know?"

"Quinn..."

"I know, I know..." I sighed. "I was just saying.."

"Quinn, do you know when I realized how much I liked - - loved you? When I realized I wanted to be with you?"

"When?"

"At the girls' bathroom, when you were cleaning that slushie on my face." Sam said, while I looked at him. He seemed to be staring at me pretty intently as well.

"Lor menari." He whispered.

"W - - What?" I stammered.

"You still have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." He said, chuckling a bit. I can totally feel my heart speed up and my cheeks heat up which make him chuckle more. Idiot.

""Thanks, I guess." I said. "Do you know when I realized I love you?"

"No, when?"

"When we were singing 'I've Had The Time of My Life' at Sectionals. Although, I first thought about it when you "proposed" to me." I admitted, but when I saw him smirk at me, I glared at him.

"Really?"

"I know it's so cliche, ugh, don't laugh at me!"

"I wasn't. It's just that - really?"

"Sam!" I yelled, hitting his arm repeatedly, giggling while doing so.

"You know, the way I felt about you then, that's how I feel about her now. The way I feel nervous when I'm around her, like I might say the wrong thing and make her leave me but at the same time, I feel like she'll accept me for who I am, that I can be myself around her. I just can't imagine a life without her, and I just - I love her, Quinn." He finished while I nod at everything he says. All while thinking how he never felt like that with me, at least not that I know of, he never told me. So, he must really love her. How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry too. For not keeping my promise." All my giggling and laughing stopped and I turned to frown at him.

"Okay."

"No, really. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"So... Are we cool?" Sam asked, extending his hand. Woah, dejavu much?

"Yeah." I smiled, taking his hand in mine. "We're cool."

He quickly pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. At first, I was too shocked with what was happening but was able to wrap my arms around him a few seconds later.

"I missed you, Q." I smiled at that. It was actually nice hearing him call me Q again. It felt good, I missed that. But of course, I had to burst his bubble.

"Woah, woah!" I said, pulling away from his embrace. "Who said you can call me Q?"

"Wait... I thought we're cool now." Sam defended, looking startled and panicked. It's cute. "I - I'm -"

"Sam, it's fine." I said, cutting him off. "I was just messing with you."

"Oh! Okay!" Sam sighed in relief before pulling me again in a tight squeeze.

"Missed you too, Sam."

When he let go, I stood up and smoothed my dress headed towards the door.

"You and Puck are treating us for lunch."

"Wait, what?" Sam scratched his head.

"Well, since you burnt our lunch and almost destroyed our kitchen, I thought it's the least you could do." I smirked. "Now, come on, I'm starving!"

"Oh, come on Q!" Sam groaned while I laughed as I went downstairs.

A/N: And all is well between Sam and Quinn.

I actually have a few chapters written up but as I was rereading the next chapters, I wasn't satisfied with it, so I'm going on a new direction, meaning I'll start writing new chapters. But don't worry, I already have an idea on what I want the next chapters to be. I still hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Guess who'll pop in the next chapter? xx