More Santana story lines in this chap like I told you. Thank you for all of your nice reviews by the way. I was very happy after reading them, so thank you.

Anyway, let's get on with the story!

It's 5 p.m, Quinn was lying on the couch, watching TV as she saw Sam walked downstairs. He already got dressed. She asked "Where are you going? I thought our dinner is at 7"

"I'm going for a photoshoot" he said.

"But you're gonna be back to take me out right?"

Sam looked at his watch and said "You go to the restaurant first. I'll meet you there"

"Um…ok, don't be late"

Sam smiled as he grabbed the keys and headed out the door.

"Ok, everyone. That's enough for today" the photographer said and he turned to Sam "You did a great job, Sam"

"Thanks. Nice working with you" The blonde guy smiled "I have to go now"

"Really? I'm taking everyone out for dinner. I thought you might want to come"

"Actually, I promise my wife that I'll take her out tonight"

"Ahhh" The guy said, patting on Sam's shoulder "So you should go now. Don't let your wife wait"

Sam smiled and grabbed his jacket. Before he walked to the door, his phone rang. It must be Quinn. He already told her that…well, it's not Quinn! It's Santana! What did she call him for? Sam thought and answered the phone "Hello? Santana?"

But he only heard her crying "Sam…can you…see me…just a moment…"

Sam looked at his watch. It's only half past six. He answered "Ok, I'll see you in just a second. Where are you?"

Quinn decided to come to the restaurant early. She sat down by their table as a waitress walked to her "Good evening, may I take your order?"

"I'll order later. I'm waiting for my friend"

"Okay" the girl smiled as she just about to leave but she quickly turned around "Wait. Are you Quinn Fabray? The lucky girl that married to Sam Evans?"

Quinn smiled "Yep, that's me"

"Are you waiting for Sam?"

"Um…yeah"

"I am his biggest fan. Can you ask him to take a photo with me later?"

"Yeah,sure" Quinn smiled.

"Thank you so much!" The girl smiled as she left Quinn's table.

Sam just arrived at a coffee shop that Santana told him. She was sitting by the table in the dark corner with her hands covered her face. Sam walked over there.

"Hey" he said, but the Latina didn't answer. So he sat down in the seat in front of her "Tell me what happened?"

"I just got declined from a movie…" she said, crying "…they said I'm not…good enough to be in it…"

Sam moved to the chair next to her as he laid her head on his shoulder "Don't cry, you'll find another one"

"That's not the only thing…that…that I'm sad about…" Santana said, burying her face into the crook of his neck "I…feel very desperate…I just hate myself so much…I hurt you…you were so nice to me…and…and I screwed up…now you hate me…I don't have anyone"

"San, I don't hate you. I'm your friend since we're just kids. I can't hate you"

"Of course you hate me…after everything I did to you…I'm so so sorry…" Santana said in sobs. Sam kissed on the top of her head as he said "It's ok, I understand. I'm not mad at you"

The Latina wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at the blonde "Can…you take me home?"

Sam smiled softly at her "Sure"

It's 7.15 and he hadn't shown up yet. Quinn was sitting there like a fool. Maybe he's late because of his work She comforted herself He'll be here. Don't worry.

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress was back with the menu on her hands. Quinn looked around and back at the girl "Can you give me a little more time?"

The girl smiled "Of course" she said and walked away. Quinn sighed and looked at the door again. Where is he now?

Sam and Santana arrived in front of Santana's house. He got out and opened the door for her "We're here" he said.

She got out of the car and looked at him "Can you come in for minute? I don't want to be alone. I have no one else"

Sam sighed. He forgot about the date with Quinn that night and he accepted "Ok, I'll stay for a while"

Quinn had been sitting there for an hour and Sam hadn't shown up! She couldn't wait anymore so she pulled out her phone and called him.

"Hello?" Sam answered.

"Where are you? Is this a joke? I've been sitting here waiting for you like a fool and you haven't shown up!"

Damn, the date with Quinn he thought and quickly said "I'm sorry, I'll be there…"

"Forget it!" She cut him off and hung up the phone.

"I have to go now" Sam said as he put away his phone and stood up.

"Is it Quinn?" Santana asked "She called you?"

"Yes. She's waiting for me. I can't stay here any longer"

"Oh…you shouldn't let her wait anymore. Thank you for being here with me" Santana smiled and Sam smiled back at her "No problem. We are friends right?"

"Yeah…friends…" Santana mumbled to herself as she watched Sam headed out of the door.

Quinn was very mad. It's her birthday and he set her up. She grabbed her bag and stood up from the table. The waitress walked to her "Are you leaving? You haven't order anything. Sam's not coming?"

"Yeah, he called and he said he had to work late today. Maybe I'll ask him to take a photo with you the next time we come here"

"Oh, thank you. Have a great evening" The girl said with a smile. Quinn faked a smile back and walked out of the restaurant.

Sam just arrived home. He went to the restaurant before but they told him that Quinn had left.

He walked to her room. The door was closed and the light was off. He turned the handle slightly and looked inside. She was lying on her bed, turning her back at him.

"Quinn?" He whispered, but there's no answer. She was just lying there. Sam stood still for a moment and then decided to leave.

After the door was closed, Quinn turned around. She didn't sleep yet. She was just lying there with her eyes opened. She didn't answer him because she didn't want to talk. She knew that they didn't get along with each other but it's her birthday! She expected a happy dinner with him but he just turned her down.

"Morning" Sam said as he saw the blonde girl by the kitchen table. Quinn heard him but she didn't bother to answer.

"About last night…"

Quinn quickly cut him off as he just spoke "It was my birthday! How could you set me up like that?"

"I was…busy with some stuff…and…"

"You should've called and tell me that! Do you know how long had I been waiting for you? More than an hour! Just sitting there! Like a fool!" this time, she stood up and yelled at him.

"I said I was sorry! I just totally forgot…"

"That's your excuse? Because it doesn't make things better! You are such a dumbass! You never ever care about other people's feelings!"

"Hey! You can't call me that! You're living in my house!" Sam yelled back.

"So? I'm not living here for free! I have to work for you and listen to you complaining about everything! I can't stand you anymore!"

"Really? 'Cause I'm sick of you too! I can't wait until we're divorced!"

"Oh, you don't have to wait! I'm leaving right now!" Quinn yelled and stormed out of the kitchen. Sam rolled his eyes and followed her "Ok! Fine! Do it your way! Leave!"

"Fine! And don't expect me coming back after this!" Quinn yelled over her shoulder as she walked upstairs. Sam just stood there and looked at the girl couldn't speak out a single word.

"Puck! Rachel! Open the door!" Quinn yelled as she hit on her friend's motel room's door, but there's no answer. Quinn put down her bag and pulled out her phone.

"Where the hell are you too?" She yelled as Rachel just answered.

"We're on our way to your house"

"Why on earth that you're going to my house! I'm at your house…well…your motel room"

"Puck found a great business to do and if Sam agrees to work with us, we'll be rich!" Rachel said.

"Oh don't mention his name in front of me! We just fought again this morning! Can you come back here now?" Quinn yelled through the phone.

"We're here already, talk to you later! Ok, bye"

"Hey! Hey! Rach…Damn it!" Quinn cussed and picked up her bag. It seemed like she had to go back there again.

Puck and Rachel rang the door bell of Quinn's house. A couple seconds later, the door opened and they saw Sam with his angry face "What do you want?" he asked.

"Uh…do you remember us? We're Quinn's friends?" Puck smiled, but the actor didn't "Yeah, I remembered. Quinn's not here right now so why don't you come back another time"

"Q just called us. She said that she'll be back right away" Rachel smiled "Can we come inside? We need to talk to you."

Sam stood there for a moment and then rolled his eyes "Fine. Come in"

Puck gave the blonde a bunch of papers as they just sat down on the couch. He said "We, my girlfriend and I, just found out a great way to make money. All we need is you to work with us."

Sam crossed his arms and listened to Puck carefully. The Mohawk guy continued "We don't have much money to afford this so I thought that you could help us with the money thing and…"

"Wait" Sam cut in "You want me to lend you my money?"

"Yeah" Rachel said with a smile "After all, we are Quinn's best friends. That makes you and us friends? Right?"

"Um…let me see…How about…No!" Sam said and then stood up "If you want to wait for Quinn, just sit here and wait, I'm going upstairs. I'm not into your business whatever it is"

Puck and Rachel just sat there, looking at Sam with their mouth opened.

"That was rude!" Rachel said.

"I hate that dude! I'm going out the pool, are you coming?" Puck asked his girlfriend and the brunette quickly shook her head "We're in Quinn's house"

"So? Quinn's our best friend"

"Um…ok, I'm with you"

Puck smiled at Rachel and they made their way to the pool at the back of the house.

Sam walked downstairs. He thought Puck and Rachel were already left, but no. They were lying by his pool and Puck was wearing his sunglasses. They made it like their own house!

"What are you still doing here?" Sam asked angrily as he walked toward them "and why are you wearing my sunglasses?"

Puck took the sunglasses off and gave it to Sam "Relax dude!"

"Relax? You came to my house, ask for my money and now lying by my pool, wearing my sunglasses!"

"No" Rachel shook her head "This is not your house, it's Quinn's. You're just her husband."

"We've known Quinn since she was a just kid. You're the boss here" Puck said. Sam couldn't take it anymore. He shouted "That's it! Get out of my house and go back to your stupid motel room!"

Rachel looked at Sam with her mouth hung opened. The guy in the Mohawk quickly stood up and pushed Sam away as he yelled "Don't think that I won't hit you because you're a movie star!"

Sam pushed him back harder "I'm not afraid of you!"

"Guys, guys" Rachel stood up and pulled Puck away. Sam continued "I don't think if you are Quinn's friends or not! Get out of here!"

As Sam just finished, a fist flew into his face. The blonde almost fell down but he kept his balance and jumped onto Puck, caused them both fell into the pool. Rachel was shocked. She yelled "Don't you hit my boyfriend!" and jumped into the pool with them.

Quinn just opened the front door and she heard people screaming from the back of her house. What happened when she left? Quinn dropped her bag right on the floor and quickly ran to the back. Her friends were in the pool and they were hitting her 'husband'!

"Oh my god!"

Quinn ran to them as she shouted "Stop! Stop! Rachel! Puck! Why are you hitting him? Please stop!"

"I thought you were our friends!" Puck said as he started his truck. Quinn was standing by her front door and looked at them. She was all wet because she joined them into the pool.

Rachel said before she dragged her wet self into the truck "We can't believe after what we've been through together and you chose your husband over us! The next time he kicked you out, don't come to us ever again!"

Rachel finished and slammed the truck's door pretty loud. The blonde didn't say anything. She just stood there and watched the truck left the drive way.

"Can you please sit stilll?" Quinn said, holding a pack of eyes on Sam's black eye "I can't believe you let them hit you like that"

"There were two of them!" Sam said.

"Rachel is a girl! And she's pregnant!" Quinn chuckled.

"I can't hit a pregnant girl! And do you know she almost crawled my eyes out!"

"Yeah, what if I didn't come back here? I bet they would kill you already" Quinn said. Sam looked at her and mumbled "But you did come back...so...thank you"

"You're welcome" Quinn smiled "And I'm sorry for going mad on you and left the house"

"Yeah" Sam nodded "This is all your fault"

He just finished his sentence and the ice pack hit onto his black eye! "Ow! That hurts!" He yelled "What was that for?"

"How could you say it's all my fault!"

"I was only joking! I'm really sorry. I'm sorry I forgot our date last night. I promise that it won't happen again."

Quinn smiled and placed the ice back on his black eye "Apology accepted" she said, smiling at him.

What a long chapter! Please review! :)