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"I love you." Sam said as he combed out his hair. He looked at his reflection within the mirror, "I love you." He repeated before shaking his head, "no." He whispered, "that's not good enough." He put his comb down and rousled his hair a little before grabbing some aftershave and patting himself down. "Quinn," he said, "it was all a lie. There never was a party surprise thing for the Glee Club, I was just trying to get you to le-" He rolled his eyes, "seriously, that sounds like I hate her."
With a deep sigh he picked up his boxers and slipped them on under his towel before proceeding to do the same with his pants and dropping the towel on the floor. "Mercedes and I were together-are together-but I'm ending it now-or today-to be with you. It was just a fling and I-" he shook his head cutting himself off, "lame." He whispered bitterly. He grabbed his shirt from ontop of the counter and slipped it on, "I love you, Quinn." He looked into the mirror again.
Why is this so damn hard!
"I can't believe you!" Quinn snapped.
Santana shook her head, "whoa, Q, relax!" She stood up from her spot on the couch and grabbed the blonde's hands which were currently waving in aggravation, "I was just trying to help!"
"Help?" Quinn shook her head, "how can you consider that help?"
"I was knocking some sense into that boy, Quinn, he loves you." Santana told her.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I don't need your help with my love life, Santana."
The other girl let go of her hands, "I'm sorry." She whispered, "I didn't realize it would bother you so much."
Quinn sighed, "I'm scared." She said flopping onto the couch where the Latina had been seconds ago. She sighed, "he's with Mercedes." She whispered.
Santana rolled her eyes before sitting on the couch beside the girl, "they have no chemistry, they barely ever talk, they're one of the worst couples I have ever seen and that's including Finnberry and they don't mesh." She defended, "Fabrevans was a mesh."
"Fabrevans?"
"Fabray-Evans...she what's done there."
The blonde only shook her head raising her eyebrow, "who says Finnberry?"
"It's better than Finchel." Santana told her.
"I don't-Ho-"
"It's like a type of berry you know, blueberry, strawberry, raspberry, Finnberry. You know Finnberry, and Finchel's like-what is that?" Santana shrugged, "I don't even know."
"I think we need to talk." Mercedes whispered as she stood in the doorway-
"You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Quinn." Santana whispered. "It was totally for the greater good."
Quinn looked at her a moment before saying, "what if he doesn't ask?"-
-"Yeah, come on in." Sam said as he stepped out of the doorway.
Mercedes didn't move, "I'd rather stay here."
Sam nodded taking in her stance, it's like she was prepared for takeoff at any moment. When his eyes reached her face the guilty expression was written on his face; he could feel it.-
-"Of course he'll ask." Santana shrugged, "and if by some odd chance he doesn't, you can...it's not like it's a bad thing if you're the one initiating things."
Quinn shook her head, "I love him, but I can't make the move." She sighed, "it's hard to explain." She told the girl as she stared at her with her confused expression, "it's like I'm stuck. Afraid to move, afraid to breathe. I'm scared he'll find someone better afterwhile and just leave me. I'll still be the girl who cheated in his eyes. He won't want me."
Santana stared at her a moment before wrapping her arm over Quinn's shoulder's and pulling her closer, "he already does." She whispered.-
"You love her."
"Mercedes, I-"
"You love her. There's no way to move around that." She shook her head, "You love her, not me. There is nothing for us here." She said. "You know we're at an end."
Sam nodded, "it's-"
"Mutual." Mercedes interrupted, "the feeling...I don't hate you."
Sam gave her a light smile, "I wouldn't blame you if you did. I'm so sorry."
Mercedes leaned across the door way and kissed his cheek lightly, "I guess this is goodbye?" She said.
Sam shook his head, "no, just see you later."
She furrowed her eyebrows, not quite getting it.
"Friends?" He hinted.
"Course we are." She said, "so, Glee?"
He smiled, "yeah, we'll always have Glee."
"I can't." Quinn shook her head as Santana combed her hand through her blonde hair. She sighed, "I can't do this."
Santana stood up, forcing Quinn off of her shoulder, "come on, Quinn." She said putting her hand out, "don't be like this."
The blonde reluctantly grabbed the offered hand and stood up with the Latina, "don't give up." Santana said.
Quinn stared into her brown eyes, "but maybe he and Mer-"
"No." Santana stated firmly. "Kick-ass and get him back!" She demanded. "You talked to Mercedes yourself, she even said it was over."
Quinn nodded, "I know but-"
"Stop doubting it all."
"Okay." It was hesitant.
"Okay?"
Quinn nodded, "okay."
"I believe in second chances," Sam said looking into his mirror, "and you may not want one, but I can guarentee that I'm giving you one. Hell, I'm sure I'd give you as many chances as the world would allow. I love you, Quinn, and the fling with Mercedes wasn't a mistake, it was meant to happen." He paused a moment before nodded, "breaking her heart made me realize who I truly belonged with. I love you, Quinn. You're all I want."
He smiled to himself as he shut the bathroom light off.
"Perfect." He whispered, ready to get his girl back.
There we go, just a few chapters left...
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