So, I am aware it's been a while, I really am sorry for those who are waiting on this story, in all honesty I'm getting distracted by other stories and ideas and I'm kind of losing ideas for this one...

...that's not fun...

After leaving Santana's house Quinn made her way to her boyfriends, he had texted her as soon as she got home and asked her to come over, so she figured what the hell, she wasn't doing anything at home so she might as well.

"Sam?" Quinn asked because when she had knocked the door had pushed open a little.

The girl stepped inside again before saying, "Sam?" A little louder this time.

There was the tune of a guitar and Quinn spun around, unfortunately the blonde boy wasn't there either. She shook her head as she closed the Evans' door. Then she continued her quest for her boy friend walking upstiars in the direction of the music.

She checked the gaming room the Evans' family had, it was mostly for Sam's siblings Stevie and Stacy but she knew that his guitar was kept in there.

However, the boy wasn't inside.

"Sam?" She tried again, however she didn't really believe he was gonna answer.

'(I can't stop loving you)
I've made up my mind
To live in memory of the lonesome times
(I can't stop wanting you)'

'It's useless to say
So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday
(Dreams of yesterday)
Those happy hours that we once knew'

'Tho' long ago, they still make me blue
They say that time heals a broken heart
But time has stood still since we've been apart'

'(I can't stop loving you)
I've made up my mind
To live in memories of the lonesome times
(I can't stop wanting you)
It's useless to say'

'So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday
(Those happy hours)
Those happy hours
(That we once knew)
That we once knew
(Tho' long ago)'

'Tho' long ago
(Still make me blue)
Still ma-a-a-ake me blue
(They say that time)
They say that time
(Heals a broken heart)
Heals a broken heart
(But time has stood still)
Time has stood still'

'(Since we've been apart)
Since we've been apart
(I can't stop loving you)
I said I made up my mind
To live in memory of the lonesome times
(I can't stop wanting you)
It's useless to say
So I'll just live my life of dreams of yesterday
(Of yesterday)'

She had found him in his bedroom, as she stood at the doorway he sang to her taking a few steps toward her near the end. "I Can't Stop Loving You." He said.

Quinn nodded, "Ray Charles."

Sam rolled his eyes as he smiled, "maybe so, but that's not what I meant."

The girl nodded, reaching up to cup his cheek, "I can't stop loving you either."

Sam shrugged, "I'm not sure Finn would wanna hear that."

The girl just nodded, "true, but why should I give a damn about him, he doesn't seem to care for me."

Sam shrugged again.

"What happened to your lip?" Quinn asked as she noticed the little cut, she gently ran her thumb across, "Sam?"

The boy sighed, "I hit it."

"That's obvious, on what?"

"It's embarrassing."

"And?" She wasn't letting go.

Sam shrugged once again, he didn't want to tell her that he had fought with Finn, because what if she really did care for Finn and she got mad at him before running out of the house to see if Finn was okay. "I opened the door and it was closer than I thought."

"The door?" Quinn questioned.

"Yes, I'm dyslexic."

Quinn rolled her eyes, a playful smiile gracing his lips, "you can't use that excuse for everything you know." She told him.

Sam nodded, leaning slightly into the hand that was still against his cheek. "I love you." He told her.

Quinn blinked a moment before easily saying, "I love you, too." Was it possible to love more than one person?

Rachel had left an hour ago, and his mother, Burt and Kurt had all headed to be. Finn didn't even know if they wer going to bed early or not because he wasn't really paying attention to the time, he was seriously caught up on the whole Quinn/Sam thing.

God, he hated them two together.

His thoughts were interrupted as the doorbell rang though.

Standing up he walked over to his front door and was a bit surprised to see who was behind the wooden thing.

"Puck?" He wondered.

The boy nodded, "duh." He pushed his way inside and walked into the living room.

Finn was a little confused as to why the boy was here, "Hey, uh, why are you here?" He asked.

"What happened to you?" The other boy wondered ignoring his question.

Finn sat on the chair as the shorter guy sat on the couch. "Sam and I got into a fight...he hit me."

Puck laughed, "please, tell me you got a few good throws in too."

Finn nodded, "I did."

"Blacken his eye?"

"No, bloody lip though."

Puck rolled his eyes, "you think that'll turn Fabray on?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" Finn wondered.

The other boy scoffed, "dude, chicks like guys who can throw a good punch."

"And?"

Puck couldn't believe how dull his friend was, he literally had to spell it out to him, "you gave Sam a bloody lip while he blackened your eye, who do you think threw the better punch?"

Finn shook his head, "wait a minute, I was caught off guard."

"So, you really think tha-"

"And Quinn won't be impressed by throwing punches...besides having a black eye could help in my standards, she might think it's somewhat sexy."

"Sexy?" Puck chuckled, "whatever."

Finn shrugged, "what, it could be hot to a girl, they've got weird tastes in hotness than us guys do. If I show up with a black eye she may be concerned but it may also up my image in her head. Sam though shows up with a bloody lip and what does that tell her?" He paused, "It just means he'll have a bigger lip...be even more of a fish face than he was before."

Puck couldn't help but laugh at that logic, "whatever."

"Why are you here?" Finn said after a moment. Because he knew that he was right. Quinn wouldn't be impressed by who hit the hardest, she'd be impressed by whomever took the most damage and stood up like a man.

He did just that.

"I'm gonna help you get Quinn back." Puck answered.

"Really?" Finn asked, cause he was sure he could use the help.

"One condition though." The other boy stated.

"Anything." Finn said because he honestly just wanted Quinn to be his.

"You help me with Rachel."

"I'm in."

They bumped fists to settle their agreement.

So, there we go, I hope it was good, I'm not sure though so please let me know...

...thanks for reading...

Song:

I Can't Stop Loving You, by Ray Charles