Hey, so thanks again to all the reviews and for reading my story, story alerts and adding it to your favorites, it's awesome, and here's chapter 10...

Quinn woke up the next morning at six-thirty, which sucked because she really wanted to sleep in that day, (she couldn't go back to sleep yesterday morning after Rachel and Finn decided to wake her up at 5:00) also she didn't get a very good sleep anyway: she ended up falling to the floor after Santana had fallen asleep on her shoulder and well, later she rolled off and hit the carpeted floor. She was too tired to get up and sleep on the other couch, or in a chair.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched out with a yawn before standing up and walking to the kitchen and grabbing a cup of coffee. She sat at the island in the middle and stared at the linoleum floor. Even though it was a bad thing to hope, she kind of wished Santana wouldn't wake up soon...she really didn't know if she could comfort her anymore, also she wasn't positive she wouldn't break into tears as well (being around crying people always made her feel like crying...it was kind of a curse).

She took a sip of her coffee and sighed, she still had to find her ipod. She had no freaking clue where to look for it either, it was pretty stupid, how could an ipod disappear? The blonde laid her head on the top of the island hoping the coolness of the top might wake her up a little.

Sam woke up around 7:00, his brain was still hooked on school time, it was only the second day of summer so it kind of made sense. He had fallen asleep listening to Quinn's ipod, it was still playing too currently on the song Survivor, by Destiny's Child. He sat up from the floor and had to pop his back, it was like a morning thing for him...that floor was so damn uncomfortable.

After his stretches he stood up and shook his hair out a little, smoothing it out a bit to make it look a little less bed-headish. Then he walked over to the mini-fridge in the room and pulled out the half-gallon of orange juice and the small plate of already cooked bacon from yesterday's breakfast. He stuck the bacon in the little microwave that was set on top of the hotel room counter. While waiting for his food to cook he drank the juice right from the jug, no one else seemed to like it, so he saw no harm in drinking it that way.

By eight o'clock he figured Puck would be awake, he had an idea and he needed to borrow a computer; Puck was the best guy to go to at this point.

Quinn had searched her room three times, and each time she failed to find her ipod. She was starting to believe it was a lost cause, it was no where within the boundaries of her house. She paused in her room when she heard a noise coming from her livingroom. What is that?

She opened her door and started her journey through the halls to her living room. She stopped when she realized what the sound was: it was Santana singing along to Elvis Costello's Alison. She stood in the doorway of the living room and watched the Latina sing quietly to the loud music. She sighed, she really hated seeing her friend like this, Santana was always strong, and without her being strong, it made Quinn feel weak, weaker than normal. She didn't like the feeling at all.

Quinn stepped into the living room, "San?" She questioned. She didn't get a reply so she pushed on, "Santana, you need to smile...you know get your mind off of what's going on right now. Why don't we go see a movie or something?"

Santana huffed, "I don't wanna."

Quinn shrugged as she stood in front of the other girl, "we could find someone and beat them up."

"Artie?" It was a hopeful question.

"No, preferably someone not needed in Glee Club," Quinn smiled, "or in a wheelchair."

Santana rolled her eyes, "well, then, no thanks." And with that she started singing again.

Quinn stared at her a moment before sighing, "Santana, I'm trying to help you here...let me do something."

Santana stood up, "you know what, you wanna go somewhere? Fine, let's go."

As the Latina started walking toward the door Quinn turned to follow her, "where?"

"To the airport." She opened the door and stepped out on the porch.

"Why?" The blonde questioned carefully.

Santana shrugged, "because, I wanna take a trip...and the airport sounds fun."

Quinn was confused, "Santana..."

"Brittany's leaving at ten, I wanna see her before then," Santana explains.

Quinn nodded, "oh."

"Your mom's home," The darker skinned girl pointed to the car, "so, let's drive today."

Quinn looked behind her up the stairs, "I should make sure she's okay first." She said quietly.

Santana nodded though Quinn wasn't looking, "make it fast Fabray, I wanna get there in time."

Quinn turned back to her, "Santana it's only eight-fifteen, the airport's twenty minutes away...we'll get there too early."

Santana shrugged as she turned around and started walking toward the car, "there's no such thing as too early Q."

Quinn sighed as she turned inside.

After leaving a note for his parents and arriving at Puck's house Sam knocked on the door. The mohawked boy answered a minute later, "s'up dude?" He asked. He was already up wearing black shorts and a white muscle shirt.

Sam shrugged, "I was wondering if I could use your computer?"

Puck looked at him a moment before nodding, "uh...yeah sure." He stepped out of the doorway and let the blonde boy in.

Sam followed Puck to the living room and walked over to the computer. Puck sat on the couch and continued playing football on the x-box.

Sam pulled out Quinn's ipod and plugged it into the computer. He also had a few of his own CD's to convert the songs onto her ipod.

Puck looked up from his game, "what are you doing?" He asked.

Sam glanced at him, "putting music on the ipod."

Puck nodded, "no offense or anything man, but aren't you kind of poor? How can you afford an ipod?"

Sam laughed, "it's not mine...it's Quinn's."

"oh, okay." He turned back to his game, "no, man!" He hollered out, "this damn thing cheats!'

Sam couldn't help but chuckle, "I take it you're losing?"

Puck shook his head, eyes still glued to the TV, "no, but I'm about too."

Sam began to convert the music, he was finally gonna play a song Quinn couldn't guess...she would probably kill him later for this also, but it was so totally worth it.

Finn woke up at nine forty-five, he was definitely out of the school habit of waking up at seven, and he was glad about that fact also. He was currently eating the breakfast his mom had made before she went off to work. Also right now he was the only one home: His mom was at work, so was Burt, and Kurt was with Blaine at The Lima Bean; they met there every morning at eight.

As he ate his food he stared at his phone which he had retrieved from his desk after getting dressed. Rachel still hadn't called him back. He sighed before setting his fork down. He then slowly dialed his girlfriend's number. It rang three times.

"Hello?" Rachel answered, the anger in her voice was clear, even to Finn.

"Hey, listen...don't hang up, okay. I just, I wanna apologize, I should have asked you if it would be alright for us to ask Quinn."

"Go on." Rachel seethed.

Finn nodded, "and...we haven't really asked her yet...I don't think, so if you'd like I could and will withdraw my request for her. We can totally ask someone else."

Rachel sighed, "no."

"No?"

"Yes, I said no...you said you didn't know if she had already been asked, and it'd be awfully rude to reject her now especially if she's already accepted."

Finn smiled to himself, "so, are you still mad?"

"Mad? No. Upset? Yes." She paused, "it's just that, Quinn, she's well, she's your ex Finn and I understand that you wanna be friends with her...I really do. It just scares me sometimes because I feel as though you may pull away from me again and lean on her for support. You might turn to her, or try and use her...you already did that, and frankly Finn she's been through enough."

"Who's Frank?" Finn muttered.

It's like he could hear the roll of her eyes, "is that really all you caught?"

Finn shook his head, "no, I just...I know that I hurt Quinn, hell I know she's been hurt a lot, and that she's been through enough. Rach, I don't want Quinn, I don't feel anything for her, I'm not going to pull away from you. I only want you."

Rachel's mood seemed to lift, "okay, then...just take me to your first rehearsal."

Finn picked up his fork again, "of course babe...now really, who's Frank?"

Rachel laughed and prepared to answer her boyfriend's question. It still amazed her that he was this dull.

Sam finished and stood up, "thanks again for letting me use your computer."

Puck nodded, "no problem."

Sam pushed the chair back under the desk before turning to leave, "I'll see you later."

Puck shrugged, "hey, you wanna play?" He motioned to the game.

Sam smiled, "yeah, sure."

Puck gave a small smirk as he handed the blonde a controller and began to set the game up. "So have you asked Quinn about the band yet?" He asked.

Sam nodded, "yeah, but she didn't really give me an answer."

Puck sighed, "well, if we're ever gonna get this band thing rolling, we're gonna need one of those."

Sam ran a hand through his hair before replying, "yeah, I know."

After setting it up Puck paused the game and walked out to the kitchen. He came back with two beers, "want one?" He asked.

Sam reached out and took the one he offered, "sure."

Puck sat down on the couch and they resumed playing, "so, you gonna ask her again?"

"Yeah, when I give her, her ipod back." Sam began to open his beer and it squirted out all over him, "what the hell?"

Puck burst out laughing, "got ya!" He shook his head as he continued on with the game.

Sam shook his hands off as he sighed, "man." Then he watched as one of Puck's players on the game tackled his team and then made a touchdown, "damn it."

They had been sitting in the airport for an hour and a half...they had walked around a little before they got there. Now they were just waiting. Quinn was sitting next to Santana who had a small box of chocolates and a rose in her hands.

"Why'd you buy that stuff again?" Quinn asked her.

Santana shrugged, "to apologize."

Quinn shook her head, "San, you know she already forgave you."

Santana just nodded, "so...I bought this crap anyway."

Quinn looked ahead and saw Brittany walking beside Artie, who was rolling along beside his parents who were holding hands, "they're here." She whispered.

"I see," Santana stood up.

"Oh my gosh! Santana!" Brittany hollered when she noticed her standing there.

"Hey Britt," the Latina gave her a small smile.

Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck when she was close enough, "I didn't think you were coming."

When she pulled away Santana shrugged, "I had to say goodbye."

Quinn stood up as well and stepped forward, "Hey, Brittany. Santana told me you were leaving, I hope you have a nice time."

Brittany's smile only got wider when she saw Quinn, "hey Q, I'm glad you came also! Don't worry I'll have fun, I hear Hawaiian people love to sing!"

Quinn nodded, "and dance."

Brittany laughed, "I love that too!"

Quinn nodded before she walked over to Artie, "hey," she said.

Artie smiled at her, "good morning Quinn, how are you?"

Quinn shrugged, "great, what about you?"

Artie continued smiling, "couldn't be better...I've never been to Hawaii."

Quinn laughed, "me either...tell me about it when you get back?"

At that Artie's eyes lit up, Quinn Fabray actually wanted to talk to him, he still couldn't believe they were friends, "of course."

"So I got you this," Santana said as she handed Brittany the rose..."it's like my apology flower."

Brittany grinned, "thanks, San, Lord Tubbington loves roses!"

Santana nodded, "I remember."

Mr. and Mrs. Abrams waved to the kids, mentally telling them that it was time to go. Brittany leaned in to hug the raven haired girl again. "Bye Santana!" She said.

"See you later," Santana replied coolly.

Brittany skipped over to Quinn who was saying goodbye to Artie, "I'll call you and tell you about the pineapple in Hawaii!" She said before hugging Quinn.

"Alright Brittany, I've always wondered about Hawaiian pineapple." Quinn laughed.

Artie smiled, "funny."

Quinn nodded, "have a safe flight."

Brittany skipped off to the Abrams, and as Artie followed Santana stopped him, "hey, Wheels."

Artie couldn't help the gulp that came, "S-Santana."

The Latina laughed, "ooh, there's a stutter, awesome!"

"Santana," Quinn warned.

Santana rolled her eyes, like she was gonna hit the kid when his parents were right behind her. She pulled out the chocolates and gave them to the boy.

"Chocolate?" He was a little confused.

Santana nodded, "yeah..." Then she preceded to pull out a small package of tissues before pushing them into his hands, "...they're for when she breaks up with you."

Quinn's mouth dropped open in surprise, while Artie kind of let out a little whimper. Santana nodded, "yeah, boy, you just made my list."

And there is chapter 10...

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