As promised, I'm posting a new chapter every week. So, if this chapter looks a little short to you, don't worry! I'll be posting again in a few days :)

Unfortunately, like all stories, this story is coming to a close quite soon. Possibly two more chapter and that's it. But, not to worry (again lol), I have an Overgron one-shot in mind and a bunch of other Fabrevans fics that I'm thinking of writing.

Enjoy!

Quinn spent most of her days during her vacation with Sam and, everyday, she felt the need to explain to him why she was there in the first place. "I'm your friend," she would tell him while they were together, "I'm helping you out because I care about you."

Fortunately enough, she had changed him back to the Sam she knew, more or less, and he had started to do his infamous impressions again (when appropriate). Upon clearing out his bedroom closet, Quinn immediately realized that Sam barely had any new clothes. "I know it's not your thing," she explained, "But you have got to present yourself a lot better."

"And why is that?"

"So you can meet women again."

His face grew pale. He knew that it was about time that he had moved on but could not bring himself to imagine a life with another woman. That is, if the woman isn't Alice... or Quinn. "You want me to date someone," he asked her for clarification.

"Yes," she replied, "I mean, no. I mean... that's one of the things that Alice wrote on her letter. She wants you to find someone."

"I don't believe you."

"What are you talking about?"

"She would never hand me over to someone she doesn't trust. If she wanted me to get married again, she would have written in the letter that the only woman I should be with is -" he looked as if he had some sort of breakthrough - a moment of realization perhaps.

Quinn looked him in the eyes intently, trying to figure out who or what he was going to mention.

"It would be you," he finally told her, "She would want me to be with you."

Nervously, she shook her head quickly. "And why exactly would she say that? She didn't mention my name in the letter."

"I don't believe you."

His persistence in the conversation began to frustrate her. She didn't know what to say or do in her defence. Though she wanted nothing more than to be with him, she could not shake the thought of others criticizing her or Sam and their actions. How would it look to others when a woman who was supposedly a widower's friend suddenly became his new bride? How would it look for a widower to entertain the idea of being with a woman who was simply trying to help? All valid questions that ran through Quinn's mind. All of which she could not answer.

While Quinn was lost in her own thoughts, Sam held her hand gently to bring her attention to him. "If you won't show me the letter, at least do me a favour," he told her in a gentle tone, "Go out with me."

"What?" she stood in shock at his request.

"Listen, I haven't dated in a long time. The last time I dated, I met Alice and then we got married," he looked into Quinn's eyes and explained himself as if he were conducting a science experiment of some sort.

"So I'm like a rebound."

"No, no! What I meant to say is..." he was lost in her eyes. He always was. Looking at her now, Sam knew that Quinn was the only one who would ever feel right in his life. Quinn waited patiently as he got himself together. "I feel comfortable with you, Q. If I'm going to at least go out with other women, I need someone to help me. Coach me."

"Then get Coach Beiste," Quinn quickly replied in a joking tone, "You called her name out once. Why not ask her out?"

"Wha - Did you forget that she's married?" he said in a panic, "Are you nuts? How would you even bring that up -"

"Sam!" she held his hand now, squeezing it tight and laughing at the redness that was forming around Sam's cheeks, "Sam, I was kidding. It was a joke. Relax."

He closed his eyes in exasperation and took a deep breath in. "You're not making it very easy for me to ask you out, Fabray."

"Well, the times have changed, Evans," she told him matter of fact, "What's the fun in a date if the woman doesn't play hard to get?"

A smile began to creep into Sam's mouth. "So... does that mean that... you're saying, 'yes'?" he asked her for confirmation. She nodded with a warm smile and he gave her a tight hug. "Thank you!" he said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll pick you up tonight."

"Tonight?" she said with a laugh.

"Yes! Tonight at 8. I'll pick you up and I'll take you somewhere nice. And then you can give me feedback after."

For a while now, Quinn had not seen this side of Sam. One who was excited and doe-eyed, willing to do anything and everything. Though she was partially giving in, Quinn firmly told herself that the date was going to be a "practice run" of sorts for Sam. It's not a REAL date. It's just to help Sam feel more comfortable. Get him back in the game. Sort of like playing pretend. No strings attached. Nothing too personal. Just a casual night out with a friend who needs help.

Crap.

Quinn found herself in a dilemma. She had been spending most of the afternoon looking through her suitcase for a suitable dress to wear on her date with Sam. But, to no avail, she found none that was good enough. Thankfully, since Rachel was in fact due in a couple of days, she was at home to help her desperate friend.

"Why don't you borrow something from me then?" Rachel suggested, "None of them will fit me for a while anyway. Seeing as my pregnancy has turned me into quite a hefty-looking woman. Might as well have someone use them."

Quinn shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, Rach, but, Sam has probably seen you wear those at least once. I want to look... different," she told her regretfully.

Rachel's smile grew larger. "So we're aiming to impress tonight are we?"

"No," Quinn told her, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment, "I just want it to feel like an authentic date for him."

"I say let go of your inhibitions, Q," Rachel told her immediately, "Let him sweep you off your feet. Like I told you before, this is your time to be together now. If you keep pushing him away, he'll end up finding someone else. And then what? What will become of you?" She held Quinn's hand tightly and smiled at her again. "I believe that the two of you belong together. I have from the start. So, tell me, what is your heart telling you now?"

Quinn stared blankly ahead, trying to collect her thoughts. "I love him," she said out loud without meaning to. She then looked at Rachel with a surprised look on her face. "Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!" Rachel screamed, "See?"

"Oh my - I love him!"

They both laughed at Quinn's revelation. Not only did she catch Rachel by surprise, but she had even surprised herself. For the first time, she had let her feelings known and it felt great to have finally gathered enough strength to say it out loud. Suddenly, it hit her. She looked at her friend and her smile slowly disappeared. "What?" Rachel asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"What if he doesn't love me back?"