SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, IT'S ALMOST EXAMS SO I'VE BEEN CRAZY BUSY. I HAVE FIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THIS, BUT I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY.

Quinn looks in the mirror. She's finally finished getting ready for the wedding. This is a big day, and she's happy that Carole even let her come after what she did to Finn. (Carole had been surprisingly understanding about the whole thing. Before Quinn had left, she'd said, "I don't like that you did this, but I know I would have done anything to take care of myself and my baby if I were you. Finn might be mad now, but he'll get over it eventually. He's a good kid." She'd looked at Finn and smiled, and Quinn had an ache in her heart: she wished her mother would look at her with just a trace of the love Carole's eyes carried for Finn.)

The doorbell rings; she knows it's Sam. She hears her mom open the door and greet him. (Her and her mother are still struggling to get along. They act civil towards each other, but barely talk; they're scared that they'll break each other.)

She walks downstairs slowly, trailing her hand down the banister. Sam smiles when he sees her.

"You look beautiful." He wraps her in a hug. (Quinn doesn't like that Sam throws around things like these all the time. Beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, I love you; she's heard it all. He says something like that everyday. Quinn thinks that it's more special if he uses these words sparingly, so that she knows he really means it, instead of it just being a habit.)

She smiles at him and says, "You don't look too bad yourself." (He honestly doesn't. He's cute and attractive in that blonde surfer guy kind of way. Honestly though, Quinn's more into the rugged bad boys.)

He grins even wider and laces her fingers together with his. They walk out the door to his car, Quinn giving her mother a curt nod as she leaves. (She still hasn't accepted his ring yet. She's not quite sure what she's waiting for, but she just can't. It doesn't feel right. The word closure echoes in her mind.)

They meet the rest of the glee club at the church. Quinn runs her eyes over all of them. They all look great, and she can't help but linger a little when it comes to him. (It's just an observation, but he looks so good in a suit.)

They've been ignoring each other studiously for the past few weeks. (Quinn likes to think she's getting over him but it's times like these when she knows it's not true. It hurts to see him with Santana. They look happy together and she thinks maybe he's starting to look at Santana the way he used to look at her.)

He turns and their eyes connect for a long moment; she turns away first. (She wishes she hadn't. It feels like she's lost something but she's not exactly sure what.)

The club is performing in about ten minutes. Everyone is seated and Quinn feels a rush of nervousness as she peeks out to see the crowd of people. She's never sang a solo in front of so many before.

She's by herself in a corner, trying to make herself feel more confident. She takes a few deep breaths and stays there, fiddling with the ends of her hair. She's about to turn around when she hears footsteps coming towards her. She expects Sam, and turns around expectantly to face him but is completely surprised when it's him.

"Hey." He shuffles his feet a bit and moves his tie uncomfortably.

Quinn has no idea what to say. (Put yourself in this scenario. What exactly do you say to the guy who you lost your virginity to when you cheated on your boyfriend with him; the guy who's the father of your baby; the guy who's had a million girls but who seems to want you; the guy who is currently supposed to be ignoring you so you can just freaking move on already? How would you even start?)

"Hi." (She always knew her intelligence would come through for her when she needed it.)

"I just wanted to tell you not to worry, okay? You're gonna do an amazing job and everyone will love it." He looks up from his gaze on her shoes and flashes a quick smile before turning to move away. (Noah "Puck" Puckerman, who makes fun of almost everyone he comes across, self-proclaimed sex shark, most confident guy she knows, hadn't just been looking at her face; not even her boobs or butt. He'd been looking at her shoes. What is going on? Was he nervous or something? No, couldn't be.)

"How did you know?" She asks. He turns, a questioning look on his face. "I mean, how did you know I was nervous?"

"When you're nervous, you always go off to like some corner to be by yourself. You face the wall and you take these big, deep breaths which make your whole body move. You hunch your shoulders a little and you start playing with your hair. Then, before you turn around, you shake your head like you're trying to forget what you're about to do, and you smooth down your clothes." He recites it like he's memorized a list. She knows she looks surprised, because he rubs the back of his head and says quietly, "You always used to do that before doctor's appointments... You know, when you lived at my house." (She hears an unspoken name hanging between them. She's glad he didn't bring her up, not here, not at the wedding.)

He continues, his voice low. She notices that he's still looking at her shoes. "I know I wasn't supposed to be there 'cause you wanted to be alone and stuff, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay and not freaking out and crying or something."

She's still not sure what she should say. She just looks at him blankly. He looks up and drops his eyes again almost immediately, as if embarassed. "Yeah, so, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Uh... again, you'll do great." He gives her that quick smile again and wanders away to Finn, his hands now in his pockets.

Why does he always have to make everything so hard?

I'VE HONESTLY ALMOST GIVEN UP HOPE FOR QUICK THE REST OF THIS SEASON. WHATEVER, THEY LIVE ON IN MY HEAD.

ANYWAYS I'M PLANNING A LOT FOR THIS STORY, THEY JUST HAVE TO GET PAST THE WEDDING. :P