Last chapter was so long I think this one is going to be another short and sweet one :) Hope you all like it!

xoxo Lucy xoxo

Quinn wakes up with her face pressed against Sam's chest. Her fingers trace the lines of his chest and his stomach. Quinn forgets sometimes that he's always hiding these muscles away from her. She looks at his sleeping face that is in the cast form the moonlight outside. His eyes are closed and he's breathing steadily with his arms tightly wound around Quinn's body.

She smiles looking at him. His beautiful blonde hair is in his face. His huge lips are slightly parted as he breathes. She loves him. And that's all there is to it.

Quinn moves her head slightly, which is hard to do with Sam's arms so tightly wound around her, and kisses his skin. He doesn't move. So she kisses him again. She kisses him and kisses him until finally she hears him laugh lightly. She looks up at him. His eyes are closed but he's smiling.

"That feels good," he sighs, tightening his arms even more around her. She giggles from lack of air and reaches forward to place a kiss right under his jaw. Sam moves his face so she can kiss his lips.

Quinn sits up, still wearing her tank top and sweatpants while Sam only has his sweatpants on. They didn't have sex. They were perfectly alright with lying in each other's arms all night, which is what they did. Someday they will be together like that—but they're in no rush because they know what they have will last a long time.

Sam kisses Quinn again and again on the lips, holding her head so she can't leave him. He'd kiss her forever if he could.

Quinn has to stretch her back. Though sleeping on Sam's chest really is truly comfortable, sleeping on the floor really isn't. Sam stands up and stretches his back, flaunting every single muscle on his body. Quinn swallows hard and looks away. She makes it really hard to wait to have sex with him.

He sits back down and kisses her forehead. "I think I should make you some breakfast," he says.

Sam leaves the room before Quinn can even say anything. She's sitting on the floor by herself and suddenly brings herself into the kitchen. Sam already has the griddle heating up when she gets into the kitchen. She doesn't say anything, just watches him, while he starts mixing together some pancake mix.

"Pancakes are my favorite," she says.

"I know," he smiles.

"About last night, Sam—" Quinn starts to say but Sam stops her. If they're being honest, Sam was the one that stopped them last night. Everything was going perfect, but it didn't feel right to him. Not just yet.

Quinn falls back on the floor, pulling Sam on top of her, their lips not leaving each other for even a second. He reaches forward and grabs her hip, holding it against him. He travels down even more and grabs her leg, hooking her calf around his thigh. She gasps when he does this. She twines her fingers even deeper into his hair and pulls him even closer to her. Her hands can't help but to travel to his perfect stomach that is lying on top of her. Quinn opens her mouth and lets Sam's tongue trace the inside of her lip until she starts playing back. He groans at the feeling of it. They never kiss like this. Their kisses are always tame. It's who they are. But not now. Everything is different now.

Sam can feel his skin get flushed when Quinn's hands travel even lower. His breath gets caught in his throat. His mind is telling him to get closer to her, get closer to her. But his heart is telling him that he loves her too much to lose her like Puck lost her after they had sex.

With every single ounce of self-control, Sam pulls away from Quinn, leaving her very confused.

"What's wrong?" she asks, out of breath.

"Quinn, I can't—"

"Why not?" she demands, almost mad.

Sam props himself on his knees and faces her. "Because I love you too much to put you through this again." He brushes a piece of hair out of her face. "I'm not saying never—just not now."

"I'm sorry, Quinn," Sam says. "I'm an idiot for letting you go like that but I think that the love I have for you should mean that your living room floor shouldn't suffice."

Quinn smiles and dips one finger in the batter, bringing it into her mouth. Sam feels his legs turn to Jell-O. "I agree with you. When we're ready, it'll just happen."

"I love you more than anything in the world, Quinn."

She nods and smiles at him. She's putting on a mask, though. Quinn would never admit it to Sam but it actually broke her heart last night when he stopped her. Quinn wants to be with Sam in every way possible. She loves him more than anything in the world, but it seems like he doesn't want her in the same way. Maybe it's because she cheated on him, maybe it's because he's still thinking of Santana, but Quinn feels like she loves him way more than he likes her.

Him stopping her last night was pretty much what she was fearing the most. He says he loves her but words are just words. He may be saying them and meaning something totally different.

While Sam puts the pancakes on the griddle, Quinn feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She reaches in and pulls it out, looking at the name on the top of the screen. It's Finn. She opens the message:

Hope you enjoyed your night. Remember if you ever need me, I'm here. —Finn

Quinn's throat feels tight. Is she really going to do this again?

"Who's that?" Sam asks.

Quinn snaps her phone shut. "My mom. Looks like her and my dad didn't make it home last night. They probably just stayed at a hotel or something."

"Oh," Sam smiles. He bends forward and kisses Quinn on the lips btu she can't look at him when he does.

Short just like I promised. It wouldn't be a story without some drama :) Stay tuned to see what happens! Review to let me know what you think. Thank you everyone for everything.

xoxo Lucy xoxo