FAST FORWARD!

"Hey Sam," I said, stretching up on my tippytoes to rest my elbow on his shoulder, which was far above my head. "Hey," he said, kissing the top of my head. It was the last day of school and everyone was looking forward to getting their yearbooks. Glee got its very own page this year, with a group photo and individual performance photos and everything. I was definitely not looking forward to seeing how my picture turned out, but I did want to get my yearbook signed. It was my favorite part of the last day, and the only reason I even bought a yearbook.

We got slushied on the way to glee club that day. It had never, ever happened to me before, seeing as I was head cheerleader, but apparently Sam had experienced it quite a few times before, which made me feel kind of sulky and bad. He laughed at my blank expression, the one I make when I'm beating someone up with my eyes. I glared at him because I didn't think it was funny. That just made him laugh at me more, and eventually I found myself laughing along with him. Awkwardly, I pushed a blue-stained piece of Sam's bleach-blond surfer hair out of his eyes. "We should go get you cleaned up," I murmured. Still snickering, Sam put his arm around me and said quietly, "I could say the same about you." "Please, don't. Just don't." He smiled and pulled me by the arm gently into a nearby teachers' lounge.

It was empty because all of the teachers' were in class, and we were late anyways. Hell, it was the last day of school, who cared if we were late or not? I don't think anyone did. We ended up in front of the sink, trying to get the blue raspberry-flavored slush out of each others' hair. "It tastes so bad," I whined like a little girl, pouting and sitting in a plastic chair as Sam dabbed at my forehead, trying to get the blue stain out of my pale skin. He chuckled. "Cherry's worse. Quinn told me blueberry was the worst the first time I got slushied, but she was way wrong," he assured me. I cracked a weak smile. "What was the flavor of your first?" I asked him curiously, head cocked to one side. He swept a wet strand of lime green hair out of my face. "Cherry," he said, confirming my theory. "Well, maybe it's 'cause cherry was the flavor the first time you got slushied, and then it brings back the horrible memories, so…." He didn't let me finish before he kissed me.

We'd been doing a lot of kissing these days, seeing as we were now boyfriend and girlfriend. But this time seemed different. Longer, slower, better…. I know that it seems ridiculous to be comparing kisses to each other, but I couldn't really help thinking about it. Maybe it's because there were no teachers around whatsoever, no people around, no one but us. Maybe it's because it was more like that very first time. The electricity of it all, the heat of the moment, everything about it kept reminding me of that very first time that it happened, when we were sitting in the bleachers. It could've been because it was so pure, being before Quinn had tainted my good memories of him and stopped all the contact I had with Sam whatsoever for at least a month or two. I stopped caring after a few minutes, and then we were pretty much making out, and then I couldn't be sure of what happened next; it seemed like a dream. Maybe I fainted. Maybe we really did…..

Cleaned up, dressed again, making sure our hair looked okay and that no one was going to get suspicious, we waited for the bell marking the next period to ring. And when it did, we headed back to our lockers, holding hands in silence with knowing looks on our faces. Mercades' locker was right next to mine, and of course she noticed that something was up. So much for people not getting suspicious. She was totally giving me her "look." I couldn't help but smile and I just said, "What?" all innocently. Mercades smiled and said, "Oh, I think you know what. But I don't." I raised an eyebrow. "Tell me everything!" she gushed, totally ignoring my disbelief. I rolled my eyes and whispered it in her ear. She grinned and said, "I won't bother you about it." I took it as a promise.

Me and Mercades were pretty much telepathically communicating the rest of the day, and Kurt wanted to be in on our little secret, too, so we made him swear not to tell and we locked pinkies and then repeated the information. He smiled and said, "Congrats, Sam is a doll." I was just like, "I know, I know…." And then it didn't come up for the rest of the day.

Glee club was my other favorite part of the day (behind I-think-you-know-what) because we spent the whole time hugging and gushing to each other about how we'd gotten "SOOOOO close" and about summer plans. There was only one person I felt the need to wrap things up with, and that was Quinn. I knew she hated me still, but honestly, I didn't hate her anymore. She had good reason to hate me – I stole her head cheerleader position, after all, and maybe she had felt something for Sam even though he hadn't really. But I had no reason to hate her – Sam was mine now, in more than just one way. So I marched right up to the most popular bitch in our school and just said, "I'm sorry." Quinn looked up from the yearbook she was signing, looking half annoyed and half confused. Sam was giving me his lost puppy look from across the room, his gray-blue eyes practically smoldering. Quinn took a deep breath.

"I have everything most girls really want. I'm popular, and pretty, and blond, and a cheerleader, even if I'm not the head one. I have a boyfriend I really like. You shouldn't be apologizing to me. I should be apologizing to you, because I know that I'm the bitch that comes along with everything I have," Quinn said, looking like she was about to tear up. I sighed, and explained, "Quinn, you can't hide everything from everyone. You're not perfect, and I know you don't want to be, so stop hurting yourself by making yourself believe that you are. Hiding the scars of your past isn't going to solve anything. It won't make it go away." Quinn really did look like she was going to cry now. "The day Sam and I broke up. I went back to Puck because of what Sam did. I just wanted Sam to understand that it wasn't Puck's fault. It was….it was mine." Her voice was cracking, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"You really love Puck, don't you?" I asked her. She nodded. "I do, and I don't think he knows it," she said shakily. "He loves you, doesn't he?" Quinn shrugged. "Maybe you should tell him that," I suggested. Quinn smiled and wiped at her eyes, saying, "I can't believe I'm crying." "Boys are stupid, aren't they?" I said, gently teasing her. She laughed weakly. And the next thing you know, she pulled me into a hug. I smiled at the geniuinity of it all. It didn't seem fake or anything – not what you would expect of the head cheerleader. No, it seemed as though she really meant it. "I'm sorry, Dana. I hope that we can be friends now," Quinn said with a smile. I held her hands reassuringly and smiled, and we went back to the group to sit on the risers with everyone else.

Mr. Shuester was holding a copy of the William McKinley High Yearbook. That's what it said on the front cover. Mine was in my lap at that very moment. I sat between Quinn and Sam, our arms around each other. I felt safe with Sam's arm around me, and it felt good to know that my new best friend was right beside me. Mr. Shuester smiled at the club, eyes obviously scanning our strange little family – we had Cheerios, and jocks, and nerds alike, all co-existing and being friends with each other and smiling and laughing and singing together. It was weird for a high school, but we all loved it; you could tell by just looking. "You guys have had a tough year, but it was a great one. You have so much talent! And our two new members this year-" Mr. Shue smiled at Sam and me, and we smiled back. "-have come a long way. I think we all have. Now who wants to see the Glee club yearbook page?" We all cheered, and Mr. Shue opened the yearbook up to our two-page spread and showed it to us.

We all started grinning and laughing and whispering to each other. Quinn covered her mouth with her and and started giggling, then she leaned over and mumbled to me, "I so shouldn't have worn my Cheerios uniform on picture day!" My jaw dropped when I saw my picture and I started to shake with laughter. "Oh my God, I look awful!" I exclaimed. My blue vest blended into the background, so it looked as if some of my torso was missing. And my hair! The lime green in my hair was electrified by the lense flare, so it hurt my eyes to look at my picture. "Whoa, great picture Dana," Sam whispered in my ear sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and socked him in the shoulder. "Why did your picture have to come out so good?" I complained. Sam looked awesome – gorgeous even. Not that he didn't always, but most people had AWFUL yearbook pictures. Sam had, like, a gift for being in front of the camera!

"I'd say we've got a pretty great page, huh?" Mr. Shuester said with a huge grin. We laughed and cheered in agreement. "Okay, guys, you can use the rest of the free period to pass your yearbooks around if you want. We have about twenty minutes," he said. I turned right to Quinn, and said, "Be my first?" She grinned and uncapped her Sharpie, then replied, "Gladly." I managed to get the whole club (including Mr. Shue) to sign my yearbook. I signed quite a few myself, except for the few people that I didn't know so well.

Here's what my yearbook looked like when everyone was done:

Glad you're with Sam. Now I've got Quinn back ;)-Puck

Finn Hudson(I guessed he wasn't much of a guy for words)

Hi Dana! It was really nice getting to know you this year! You sing AMAZING (not as amazing as me, of course!) and your performances really shined. Not to mention, you've been a good friend, even when I wasn't. And I'm sorry for getting so mad at you back when you hit Finn! I guess I should've tried to sympathize. Yours Truly, Rachel Berry P.S. Save this yearbook – I'm going to be famous someday, and this page could be worth a lot of money!

You were really great when you sang Boulevard of Broken Dreams with Mr. Shue. I hope that next year we will be closer than we are now. –Tina

Nice meeting you. -Artie Abrams

I'm so happy that we're such good friends, and that we tell each other everything (wink wink, nudge nudge)(Oh, Mercades…..)I hope we hang out a lot over the summer, and that we get to go shopping! Have I ever told you that I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE your outfits? Well, I do! Your BFF, Mercades Jones

Mike Chang

Matt Rutherford

Dear Dana,

It's nice to have someone like you in my life. It's hard to feel lonely with such a bright spirit around. It's great to have such a fabulous friend! Love, Kurt Hummel

You're hot. –Britanny(O_O)

I guess you made a reasonable head cheerleader. I should've been head, though. Nice meeting you…NOT. –Santana

Dana,

I know that just a half hour ago, we definitely weren't as close as we are now. I'm happy that we understand each other, now. I have a feeling that you're going to be a friend to me in a way I haven't really gotten to experience before. It's hard to make really good friends when you're like me. But I'd really like to thank you for looking past how mad we were at each other, and making up with me. By the way, I'm not angry at all that you are head cheerleader. I think you're great at it, better than I was even. Hopefully we will get to know each other more over the summer Your Friend, Quinn Fabray

Nice job in Glee Club this year, Dana! Welcome -Mr. Shuester

And in the very bottom right hand corner of the page, in a red heart, Sam wrote in his all-caps handwriting:

I LOVE YOU.

Well, no duh, beautiful moron =)

THE END!

Author's Note:

Thank you so much for reading! This is the first Fanfiction I've actually finished, and maybe that's 'cause I wrote the whole thing before posting any of it, but I'm sure it also has to do with the fact that people are so great and read the story and well, to those people, thank you and I love you whether you liked the story or not. It's nice to be appreciated enough just to get people to click the measly little link to your Sam Evans love story, so thank you everybody! The end came quicker than I hoped, but I hope you keep an eye out for any other Glee stories that might be coming soon...maybe another Sam romance? =)

Love, DancingInMyDreams