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"Sorry Paul, Quinn needs to talk to me now," Santana said taking the phone away from her as soon as Santana entered the room. She then pressed the end button and said, "So how did it go?"
"Stop doing that!" Quinn said taking her phone back, "I don't care if you don't like Paul, but do you have to rub it in his face? He is the only good man I have met in a long time."
"I don't care," Santana said, "So is Sam still as hot in real life as he is on TV?"
"Even more so," Quinn said knowing she couldn't lie to her, "Looking at his handsome face is almost painful. It took a lot of willpower not to kiss him."
"Why didn't you?" Santana asked.
"I have a boyfriend," Quinn said, "A very serious one. It is almost our one year anniversary."
"Hmm...hot sexy sweet football player or nerdy boring sports writer," Santana said comparing the two men, "How could you ever chose between them."
"There is no need," Quinn said, "Sam is Nate's father, of course I will always feel something for him. Paul is a nice uncomplicated man. I need that right now."
"Fine," Santana said crossing her arms, "So explain to me why after a year you still haven't slept with him?"
"The last guy I slept with ended up getting me pregnant," Quinn said her voice defensive, "I don't want to risk it again."
"Please, Sam is as close to a god as any man could be," Santana said, "No mere mortal could compare." With that Santana walked into her room leaving Quinn standing there. She was right, there had been no one to compare to Sam, even during that period when she hated his guts. No, she would not do this. Quinn had a boyfriend, and she would not cheat on a boyfriend with Sam ever again.
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"So I have something very special planned for night," Paul said leaning on the wall of her cubical.
"Oh really?" Quinn said smiling. "I can't wait."
"On another note," Paul said, "I heard your friend Artie is managing Sam Evans. Anyway could he get me an interview? The sports section has been a bit dry as of late." Quinn felt like banging her head on her desk. Could one second of her day not evolve Sam!
"Mommy!" Nate voice yelled and Quinn and Paul turned and saw Nate running to over to them. Quinn caught him and put Nate on her lap.
"Hey baby," Quinn said, "Say hi to Paul."
"Hi," Nate said halfheartedly and then turned his attention back to his mother, "So Daddy took me to the zoo and the park and we went to lunch where I ate all my vegetables!"
"Really?" Quinn said shocked, "How did he get you to do that?"
"I said he needed to eat his veggies if he wanted to get big and strong like me," Sam's voice said as he came into view. Quinn bit her lip. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans, the uniform he looked so hot in when she was in high school.
"Sam Evans?" Paul said his voice going a pitch higher then normal.
"Yes?" Sam said looking down at him, Sam was at least a head taller then Paul.
"Paul Wethers," Paul said shaking Sam's hand, "Its an honor to meet you."
"Thanks," Sam said reclaiming his hand. Quinn wanted to scream. Great someone else to worship Sam.
"As you can see he has all his limbs," Sam said turning his attention back to Quinn, "Told you I could handle him just fine."
"Sorry for being hesitant," Quinn said, "But I seem to remember the desperate call you made to me when you couldn't handle your baby sister."
"She was a little terror," Sam said, "Besides Nate is my son, he could never be a terror."
"Uh-huh," Quinn said smirking.
"Wait hold on," Paul said cutting in, "Sam Evans is Nathan's father? Sam Evans is your ex-boyfriend?
"Did I forget to mention that?" Quinn said trying to hold in her laughter from the look on poor Paul's face.
"Anyway," Sam said, "Nate and I just wanted to say hi. Oh and Paul let me know if you want an interview or something. Anything for a friend of Quinn's. Bye." Nate said goodbye and the two walked down the hall. Nate pretended to push Sam and than began to run with Sam chasing him. Paul watched them with a helpless look on his face. How was supposed to compete with that? Quinn seemed to read his mind because she said,
"Paul, Sam and I were a long time ago. We broke up seven years ago, you have nothing to worry about." Quinn's attention was now on her computer. Paul sighed. She might say there was nothing to worry about, but Quinn and Sam's eyes said differently.
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"You called?" Santana said taking the seat from Paul who had asked to meet her. Santana had a suspicion of what he wanted to talk to her about, and she was dreading it.
"Yes," Paul said nervously, as he always was around Santana, "Quinn and I have been together for a year, in fact tonight I am taking her out for our anniversary dinner."
"I know she told me," Santana said fighting the urge to yawn.
"I want to ask her to marry me," Paul said. Santana only stared at him. "I love Quinn, and I think I would make a good husband to her, take care of her like she deserves." Santana remembered Sam telling her he couldn't take care of her all those years ago, and that is why he left. And here Paul was saying that he would take care of her. It made the situation even more sad.
"What do you want from me?" Santana asked.
"I want to know if she would say yes," Paul answered, "I know it is cowardly to talk to her best friend first, but I want to know before I could make a complete ass of myself."
"Listen Paul," Santana said leaning forward, "Quinn loves Sam. She always has and always will. However, there could be room in her heart for you too, but you will never have her whole heart. If you can live with that go ahead, but if not, then I don't suggest you do this." Santana smiled softly and got up before Paul could respond.
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"So he canceled on me," Quinn whispered to Santana.
"Do you have to do this now?" Santana whispered back. The two girls were bridesmaids at the Kurt/Blaine wedding. Nate had been the ring bearer. Quinn was trying to talk to Santana when the girls were standing at the alter waiting for the boys to come down the isle.
"Did he say something to you?" Quinn whispered trying to keep her voice low, but it wasn't working because Mercedes nudged her and mouthed Be Quiet. It felt good to be back with the whole Glee Club again. They all felt 17 again like the last wedding they had performed at. That had been a great day, and so was this one. Kurt and Blaine loved each other and joining the other Glee married couples. Artie and Brittney had married straight out of high school, Mike and Tina not long after that. Puck and Santana had been dating on and off for many years, and although they were currently off, they way the two were dancing might be on again. Mercedes and Matt who had graduated McKinley a few years before them, had come to watch them at Nationals and they hadn't been apart since. Finn and Rachel had drifted apart, with her moving to New York, and himself staying in Lima. Both were unattached, and were giving each other a lot of not so secret glances and something might spark up again.
"Spill," Quinn said as soon as they sat down at their table.
"What makes you think I did anything?" Santana said trying and failing to sound innocent.
"Why else would Paul go from planning a romantic dinner to canceling on me and not even having the decency to come up with a lame excuse. Only you could intimidate him like that," Quinn said, "Now what happened?"
"Nothing," Santana said, "Paul asked me a question and I gave him and answer."
"What question?" Quinn asked and Santana raised one eyebrow. "Oh. What did you say?"
"I said that you have room in your heart for him, but Paul could never have your whole heart," Santana said and then got up to dance with Brittney who was owning the dance floor like she always did.
"Want to dance?" A voice from behind her said like they had all those years ago.
"It depends," Quinn said not turning around, "If I do will I be giving Nate a sibling after?"
"Nah," Sam said now standing next to her, "Wedding sex is too cliché."
"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked.
"I was invited," Sam replied.
"I didn't think you knew Kurt," Quinn said.
"I did help out in Glee," Sam said, "Who do you think taught him to play the guitar?"
"Fine lets dance," Quinn said letting Sam lead her out to the floor, "Just a dance." The upbeat tune turned into a slow song the minute they stepped onto the dance floor. Sam pulled Quinn close to him, the air awkward. They hadn't been this close in a long time. Quinn felt Sam smell her hair and she leaned her cheek on his chest.
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Paul came up to Quinn's desk first thing that Monday. Quinn didn't really know what to do. Paul blew her off, but Santana had told him that Quinn was still in love with her ex. Which she sort of was. Or at least in danger of being again.
"Hello Quinn," Paul said.
"Paul," Quinn said with a smile.
"Listen I am sorry about blowing you off," Paul started, "I was jealous and confused..." Paul was cut off by her cell phone ringing. Quinn looked at the screen and saw it was Sam. Nothing for almost a decade and now he won't leave her alone.
"What!" Quinn said into the phone.
"Can I take Nate tonight?" Sam asked not bothered by her tone.
"Yeah, whatever, don't call me anymore," Quinn growled.
"Perfect Paul there?" Sam said and Quinn could hear him smiling. Santana and her big mouth! And that is a stupid nickname!
"Shut up," Quinn said and hung up, "You were saying Paul?" Quinn said turning her attention back to him.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight so I can make it up to you," Paul said. Quinn managed to smile. She really hoped he changed his mind about purposing to her, that is the last thing she needs right now.
"Perfect," Quinn said, "That was Sam asking to take Nate tonight so I am free."
"Good," Paul said and then confidently walked away. Santana had to be wrong about Sam. The way Quinn was yelling at him it seemed she felt nothing but anger towards him. Quinn sighed and turned back to her computer screen. Her screen saver was a picture of Nate, with his Dad's big blue eyes.
Did Sam think it would be that easy?
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