When The Dark Becomes Bright

A/N: DUM DUM It's chapter 10! I'm sorry if you find any grammatical error in this chapter. I hope you can still bear with it since English is not my primary language x

I've read all your thoughts which most of all said that Puck shouldn't admits his feelings to Quinn. Since I promised you to update faster. so here we go! find out what will happen in this chapter! meet you down there folks.

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CHAPTER X

At night Sam could not stop thinking about Quinn and Puck. What did they do tonight? He even didn't stop staring at his clock every hour since four in the afternoon. He did not even try to text Quinn because he didn't want to ruin their date. After all, he had no rights to forbid Quinn do anything she wants. Sam tried to forget them by writing songs but nothing, his brain was empty. All he could think of was Quinn's dance at Juilliard. He pressed his piano only with his right hand but all he heard was just miserable notes and keys. He shook his head, Sam decided to get out from his apartment. He needed to clear his mind. It was half past six, so he still could go to his favorite coffee shop.

Sam brought over his camera, the only thing from his passion that he could enjoy since his accident. Thanks to god that nobody had ever see his camera because well, it's kinda private. And god knows what's inside the camera. Almost all Quinn Fabray lately since she worked for him. He went to Cornelli's Coffee and Cakes near his apartment. He grabbed some cookies and his favorite coffee. He had to admit that he didn't really like Cornelli's coffee but he had no choice either. Only coffee could make his brain clearer.

After he grabbed it, he decided to stay for awhile maybe until seven. His apartment made him misses Quinn even more. He looked through his camera, laughed and giggled if he found Quinn's funny pictures. He was busy until he heard someone called his name.

"Hello, Sam." Sam looked up to see who was calling him. To his surprise, it was Emily. Sam sighed depressed. He wasn't expecting her to show up. For Sam Evans, Emily was a memory. He didn't want to remember every single thing with her. Emily may not bother him anymore, but he was hurt by her so much. Sam wasn't hurt by her once or twice. He was hurt multiple times but he didn't know until his friend told him and he saw her by himself.

"All alone tonight? Where's Quinn?" asked Emily smiling.

"It's not your business, Em. Quinn is with Puck right now. Why do you care?" said Sam flatly.

She looked down but then she smirked,"I thought she's your girlfriend. She's not that nice girl, I bet?"

Sam started to get mad. Did Emily seriously think that she was better than Quinn? She must be joking,"At least, she's so much better than you. And God knows what you did."

Emily laughed. She knew that he would mad. That was a prove that he loves her. Emily knew Sam for almost 5 years since they studied at Juilliard together. And then she laughed to melt his heart out.

"I'm just kidding Sam. Everything that we've been through, it's the past Sam. We moved on though."

"Sam smirked and drank his coffee,"So, now you're with someone, huh?"

Emily shocked a little with that question from Sam. She smiled, maybe Sam was still care for me, Emily thought. This little question was a catch for her. She wanted to play a little to him.

"No, I'm not seeing anyone for now. Single is good, I guess. Still into camera?"asked Emily playing it cool. She grabbed Sam's camera and then turned it on. Sam looked into clocks it almost half past seven. He couldn't stop thinking about what will Quinn and Puck gonna do in their dinner. He even abandoned Emily's question about his passion to camera.

Emily giggled when she looked into Sam's camera stuffs. Usually Sam would forbid her or anyone else to see his camera because it was a private passion that he wanted to keep it alone. Emily found it cute when she looked into Sam's camera and found random people with random activity captured by Sam. One through another stuffs until she found her inside. First, Emily found one photo of Quinn Fabray's danced while mopping Sam's apartment. Next she found Quinn's photo when she was making Sam's lunch, then Quinn in Sam's terrace looking at sky and many other pictures. Emily's smile suddenly faded away. Sam didn't notice this, he kept looking to clocks and drank his coffee. She knew Sam more than Quinn knows him. So, she knew when he started to taking your pictures means he likes you. And then Emily found more than 50 photos of Quinn. Once, Sam gave her a frame with her pictures anywhere when they celebrated their anniversary. This was a prove that he loves her. Emily didn't want to get her hopes high but this really broke her heart into pieces.

"You love her, don't you?" said Emily in flat note. Sam looked at her suspiciously until he saw her holding his camera.

"What are you doing with my camera, Em? I think you know that no one have been seeing my camera. I repeat, no one."Sam responded her with his flat tone also. Emily didn't care this time. Usually she would probably afraid if Sam started talking in flat tone.

"Just answer me, you love her or not?"

Sam sighed. He has no choice yet he has no other answer. Looking through her eyes finally he said,"Yes."

Emily didn't say anything neither with Sam. Sam grabbed his coffee and purse, left her all alone at Cornelli's. He knew from her eyes she would cry. Although, they already broke up, Sam still hated to see a girl crying in front of him.

-S&Q-

Did he just confessed his love for Quinn? Oh God, this can't be happening, Sam thought. He couldn't betrayed Puck just because he loves Quinn. This was so unfair for Puck. Sam wouldn't be that bad for Puck his best friend.

But why? His feelings was true and real. His life was too complicated. He needed to meet her. Not longer after he arrived at his apartment, Sam sat his comfortable sofa and he grabbed his cellphone. He haven't eat dinner until now. Maybe she could come with Puck. As long as he saw her tonight. Sam decided to text Quinn.

Can you come here after you finished your dinner?

Sam waited for five minutes but he hadn't receive any reply. Sam looked his phone hoping that it vibrates any moment. Should he call her? But no, it was inappropriate because he didn't want to disturb their date. Finally, his phone vibrated. Sam grabbed his phone and read the message. Only one word.

Why?

Why? Sam groaned when he saw her message. Was that clear? He texted her back.

I haven't eat dinner. Please cook something here.

It didn't take long for now until he received her text.

How about you ask Artie to eat dinner with you?

He wanted her to come to his apartment. So he replied: Artie already had dinner with someone else.

Maybe Noah could accompany you?

Puck? Sam thought. He saw his clocks, he left Cornelli's thirty minutes ago and now his clocks showed eight past ten. Honestly, did they even had dinner? But Sam frowned, why Quinn seems didn't want to come? Maybe he was an evil for tonight. He replied to Quinn.

You should come now. I don't want to hear any reasons.

She read Sam's last message. Quinn sighed, she may come anytime but why now? Why he asked her to come when she wasn't feeling well? She didn't want him to see her weak.

Quinn touched her chest. She still lay on her bed. Her chest didn't hurt anymore but her breath... Quinn closed her eyes, calming herself and then she tried to catch a breath.

She was too tired. Remember what her parents said, she must not control her activity so that she wasn't too tired. Her phone vibrated again. Sam again. He was asking whether she will come or not. He demanded. Quinn bit her lip and then she answered his text mad, with two letters. Ok.

She grabbed her car keys. She only brought some money. When she stood up her legs was hurt. Her head was spinning. She didn't want him to see her weakness, he drank her pills one more time.

Quinn just hopes that Sam didn't see her sick.

-S&Q-

Sam grabbed his phone after she answered his text. He called Noah Puckerman.

"Puck yo, where are you bro?"

"I'm with my friends. Bowling, why?"

"I thought you had dinner with Fabray?"

"We...didn't go."

Sam shocked, he almost choke. "Why?"

"She's not feeling well.. Sick maybe? So I decided not to pressure her to come."

"Wait, she's sick?"

"Umm."

Sam didn't talk more. He frowned. So, Quinn was sick? Why he demanded her to come?

TO BE CONTINUE...

a/n: it's not long enough huh? what do you think guys? tell me all your thoughts. next chapter already done for you and it's super special. leave a review and i'll update faster!