Quinn awoke to her doorbell ringing. She was exhausted from Sam's party from the previous night, and still quite horrified at the incident in the pool, but nonetheless, she pushed herself out of her ruffled sheets and trudged down the stairs. When she yanked open the door, a look of horror crossed her face. She had to blink several times before she could fully make out the figure standing before her, but she still couldn't believe who it was. Before she could slam the door, the person had already made their way into her house. Memories flashed before her as eyes glared at her.

"Come on Quinnieeeeeeeee! We're gonna be late!" the boy called as he sprinted up the hill. He turned around to look at the tired 15-year-old as she attempted to catch up to him.

"Oh my God are you kidding me?! You expect me to run up this mountain?! Who the hell do you think I am?!" Quinn shrieked, making angry faces at the older boy.

The lust-worthy 18-year-old shot the young blonde his signature smirk. Quinn couldn't help but feel as if though she was the luckiest girl in the world. Like seriously, she was hanging out with THE Mason Banks. The most eligible bachelor in the school. The player extraordinaire – who also happened to be, to Quinn's delight and all of her friend's dismay, her neighbor. Quinn had her eyes on a lot of guys in her freshman days. She was only a mere new high-schooler who thought boys could do no wrong.

And yet, the youthful Quinn Fabray, the one everyone said was too "cute" to get a hot guy like Mason, was prancing through the neighborhood woods with the boy himself. If this was her brother's sultry best friend Zayn or the crush-worthy 15-year old Noah Puckerman, she wouldn't have been nearly as happy.

Mason made his way down the hill. Just the fact that the girls would bitch over the fact Quinn was the chosen one made her heart flutter a thousand beats at a time. Finally, he was face to face with Quinn. He leaned in and his lips touched hers. Her first kiss. Her very first kiss. As he pulled away, a rosy blush creeped onto her face. Maybe he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend? They obviously knew each other pretty well, considering that they practically lived with each other. But this was the first time they had been alone, the first opportunity for Mason to make his move. Ugh, romance, how perfect the word sounded to Quinn. It never really worked out for her. She thought she loved the charming Jack Dawson, otherwise known as the elusive Leonardo DiCaprio, but he died on the Titanic, and her so-called boy lover Blaine turned out to be gay. But maybe this is what she had been waiting for.

Swiftly, Mason interlocked his fingers with Quinn's and dragged her, even though she wasn't very reluctant to do whatever he wanted her to do, up the hill. They dropped under the massive willow tree at the top of the hill, an unknown yet romantic place. He turned to face Quinn, biting his lips, knowing that it probably drove the girl crazy. He was that kind of hot. He flicked his hair to the side and unbuttoned the top four buttons of his plain white shirt.

"Quinn, Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service." He leaned in and brushed her golden locks away from her face.

Gosh she was a sucker for these types of things. The only word she could mutter was "Temptest" as she remembered that she had caught him looking at her from across his yard while she was outside devouring some Shakespeare on her porch.

This time it was Quinns turn to bite her lip, out of excitement though. He really was the perfect guy. She leaned in to appreciate another kiss, but was instead attacked by her partner's lips. He pushed her over into the soft dewy grass as his lips made way to her neck. Perfection. His rough hands rubbed circles on her back, and then found themselves at her thighs. Slowly her skirt was pushed up all the way to the point Mason could make out her elephant print underwear. He must have noticed her blush as he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I think it's cute."

When Mason had succeeded in taking Quinn out of her modest sundress, she finally realized what was going on. And suddenly she just stopped breathing. The euphoric bliss was immediately replaced by paranoia. She wasn't ready for this. Surely Mason would understand. She slowly inched away from the muscular, toned body that had her in a trance.

"What are you doing? Mason murmured as he attempted to make contact with her lips again. "You're so gorgeous."

Quinn sat herself up straight. "Mason this has been amazing, and I'd love to do this again, but I'm not ready to go that far." She leaned in for another kiss, but was shoved back.

It seemed as if though a heavy weight was holding her down as Mason mounted her again. "Babe, I know you want me. Just wait until we're done." Quinn choked back tears. "Hush baby, don't cry, this will be great. Don't you trust me Quinnie?"

Quinn trembled with fear. He was going to do the unspeakable to her. He really was. Just as Mason reached into his backpack to grab the necessary precautions, Quinn slid out from under his grasp, grabbed her dress, and made a run for it. Her feet were bleeding from the sharp rocks on the hill and leaves were caught in her hair. She didn't stop though. She didn't stop until she got home. She could make out his voice yelling, "You bitch!" In the distance followed by, "You want me so bad."

Luckily her mom and dad were busy arguing in the living room to notice the half naked, muddy girl enter from the back door and stomp up the stairs. They had probably thought she was home this whole time. They always did.

She locked the door to the room and shut the blinds. There would be no stolen glances at Mason tonight through her window. Absolutely none. She washed herself off in the bathroom, the flow of the showerhead matched by her incessant stream of tears. So much for romance. So much for that bastard. As the washed the blood out of her feet, she noticed the bruises Mason's hands had left all over her body. She'd have to cover up tomorrow for school.

The only other thing Quinn could remember was that she avoided Mason for the remainder of the year, and he ended up moving to Columbus anyways, to Quinn's delight. Luckily the trauma was replaced with the nice Mexican couple who had the Banks' house on rent. Plus, it got her started on the wise habit of carrying around pepper spray in her backpack. That is, until Puck got his hands on it and ended up dropping the spray onto the football team's jockstraps. Needless to say, the hospital had quite a few cases of inflamed genitals.

Quinn sure wished she had that pepper spray now. She sure would have loved to show that goddamn Mason Banks what she was made of. Instead of a smarmy gesture, as she had been expecting, Mason shut the door behind him and flashed his signature smirk. Once again, she was met by surprise, and his eloquence and theatricality. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee." Mason bit his lip after reciting the poem. "Can you tell me where that's from babe?"

He edged closer to Quinn, forcing her to press up against the closet to avoid contact. She trembled as a murmur escaped her lips. "Ssssonet 18."

He grinned. "Louder please honey?"

"Sonnet 18 you son-of-a-bitch!" Quinn yelled, more courageous this time.

"Uh uh uh!" Mason shook his head. "You can't call me that! I mean I only want to mend our relationship. Why else do you think I'd recite Shakespeare?"

To Quinn's disgust, her heart started beating, almost as if though she liked this. But she didn't. She couldn't. Mason Banks was a womanizer. He almost used her for his own benefit.

"Quinnie, why don't we sit down and talk for a bit? Please babe?" He didn't await an answer as her roughly grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked her over to the couch.

"So you're probably wondering why I'm here. The Sanchez family is moving out next door and we need to find someone else to either buy or rent the house. And I couldn't just not visit Lima without dropping in to see my favorite blonde. What, you must be like 18 now? Still so hot. Anyways I came by to visit last night, but you weren't here. The Sanchezes told me that your mom is gone for the weekend so I thought I'd give you a pleasant surprise."

Quinn groaned as his hand stretched across her back. She tried her best to maintain a stoic exterior, but inside she was frightened and at the same time turned on beyond her wits. Oh how she hated her hormones right now.

"You know, I've heard of the types of guys you hang out with. It's despicable really! You had a go with that pretty-boy Chace right? Oh and I heard that you had your cherry popped by the Jew punk. But most interesting of all, you broke that one guy's heart, Stan I believe?"

Quinn was unable to correct Mason, as he just continued rambling on. "Quinn, you need a real man. I mean, you're legal now! I'm 20 now. I have a job. I go to college. I'm hot. What more could you want. I mean at first I was lured by your virginity, but now, I'm drawn to your
"hard-to-get" demeanor. God, you drive me crazy."

Quinn didn't know why she was believing the words coming out of his mouth. Maybe it was his newly-grown stubble? His seemingly brighter pale blue eyes? His Channing Tatum-esque physique? Why did guys have such an effect on her?

Before Quinn could organize her thoughts, Mason pounced on her. Memories of the dreadful night returned again as she squirmed in attempt to avoid Mason's hands and lips. She screamed, she cried, but nothing stopped him. He was an anchor attached to her body.

"This time, I'll just assume you have birth control," he whispered as fingered her cheek. "You want me so bad," he said, just as he reached for his underwear.

Almost as if someone answered her prayers, the door was cracked open. "Quinn?" someone called. "Oh my God Quinn!"

Mason's body was yanked off of mine and thrown on the floor. My eyes were blinded by my tears, but I could hear my savior punching Mason. The stranger yelled, "You jerk! Get out of here! And leave Quinn alone!" The man threw Mason out of the house, and I could hear him yelling, "You lost your chance Fabray!"

Suddenly I was embraced by familiar arms. It was him. It was always him. And it would always be him. She knew it now. "Sam?" She looked up at her hero.

"Yes Quinn?"

"I love you."

"What?"

"You are amazing. I love you."

"Quinn, I love you too."

"No, no I LOVE— "

"Quinn, it's okay, I know you're grateful. Truth be told, I'm even more grateful that I was here to help. I'm grateful that I chose to open the door when you didn't answer the bell. I'm grateful that you're safe."

"But I really lo— "

"Hush Quinn, just go to sleep." He wrapped the trembling girl in her terry cloth robe and left her in his arms. "I won't leave you." As her eyes fluttered close, a tear dropped from his cheek. How could someone do this to this to Quinn? But more importantly, he couldn't get his mind off of the three words he had been dying to hear from a girl his whole life.