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As soon as he said the words, Sam opened the car door and fled, rushing off into the darkness. There was a wooded area a ways off from the restaurant where the headlights from the parking lot didn't reach, which was perfect because all he wanted to do was disappear. After he was sure he was safely concealed by the night and foliage, he hid quietly, watching, waiting, until Quinn finally left.

After a while, Sam realized it was getting late. Really late. Way later than he had asked Kurt to stay and watch his little brother and sister, and a lot later than he wanted to leave Kurt with his brother and sister. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kurt, it was just that he had only agreed to babysit if Blaine could come too, and he really didn't want to think about what they'd do if they thought the kids were asleep…

Wait. Why was he even thinking those thoughts? Kurt had self control, and he knew quite well that Blaine did. He was the one that didn't, which was how he had ended up without a ride at nearly ten at night. He needed one though. He shot a quick text to Kurt, telling him he'd be quite late, and that he was really sorry. Another text, he sent to Finn.

At the Grape Vine without a ride. Come and get me? He grew anxious as the seconds ticked by without a reply. Finally he felt the buzz and scrolled hurriedly to the text.

Sure man, be there in 10. Sam sighed a little glad Finn hadn't asked any questions, but knew that they'd come later, in person. He was sick of standing, he felt odd, but the ground was wet, so he had to crouch awkwardly, hands wrapped around his torso. He felt as if he were holding himself together, his whole being threatening to break. What was awful, was not that he was broken because he had broken up with Quinn, but because he didn't even know why he had. It just happened. He had no idea why, but he didn't regret it. At all.

It was cold out, but he was sure he could handle it, even as he began shivering. Then he started to feel the raindrops, and the eventual downpour, and as his clothes grew heavy and soggy, he also felt cold and weighted inside, as if the water had slipped through the cracks, filling him up and solidifying. He felt cold and numb. Frozen. And it felt awful, that he couldn't feel anything. And for the first time, the real first timehe could remember, he began to cry. Yes there had been tears, when the stress of his home life grew too much to bear, when he broke up with Quinn, when he just felt frustrated, but never like this. He was sobbing, absolutely sobbing which didn't make sense since he had been the one to break up with Quinn. But deep inside, he knew the tears weren't for Quinn. These emotions weren't from Quinn. They hadn't been for a while. His feelings, they weren't for Quinn. They hadn't been since the football game… Actually, they never had.

Letting the sound and the flow of the rain wash away his sobs, Sam cried there for a little while more, until he got a text from Finn, saying he was here. Forgetting his sorry state, and just happy to be out of the rain, happy to see Finn, Sam got up and ran over to it, throwing the door open and clambering into the passengers seat.

"Sam. What the hell…" Finn cried out, but it wasn't accusing, the words were soft, and full of concern. "Jesus Christ Sam why are… why were… Sam." Sam began to cry again, biting his lip so he wouldn't make those pathetic whimpering noises he always made when he cried. His words stuttered as his voice grew hiccupped from the tears.

"I-I'm s-so-sorry Finn." Finn's heart broke, and without thinking, needing to do something to comfort the boy, he took Sam's hand.

"No. No it's okay. More than okay. No need to apologize, anything for you Sam." Sam stopped for a moment. Anything for you Sam? Did that include… no he was overthinking things. Things like that, and Finn's hand on his, and the way Finn was looking at him like a wretched lost puppy, but also like he kinda wanted to… really wanted to kiss him. He was also overthinking how the distance between their faces lessened, inch by inch, until there was no space at all, Finn's lips on his, moving in rhythm. The flow of his tears stopped as he kissed him. And it felt so right, so damn right, righter than it ever had with Quinn… Quinn… oh yeah, about her… he was supposed to be mourning the end of their relationship right? Then this wasn't. This was wrong.

"Quinn," He mumbled against Finn's lips. Finn broke away softly and gave him a look.

"You just call me Quinn?" Sam shook his head.

"No, it's just that Quinn…" Finn raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, like you said, what about her?" Sam sighed, a shudder escaping from his earlier sobbing.

"We broke up… I broke up, with her." Finn frowned, sitting back in his own seat.

"So that's why you couldn't ride with her. But Sam, why?" That was the question Sam himself was wondering himself the answer to. He looked at Finn for a moment, before the answer popped into his head. "Because… because I…"

Okay, so, I have a few ideas for how the rest of this story can play out, all beginning from where this chapter leaves off. It's all down to what Sam says, and how Finn reacts really. So, I need you to go to my profile and take the poll. I'm going to be in Disney world for a week, so I can't really update until my time there is up. But I'll try to write a new chapter before the 4th of July. Until then, please review, and take the poll, all you have to do is like, click, so there's no reason not to. Thanks for reading, love you all!