I wrote this chapter while I was at work so it's not very long. As I'm posting this up tonight, I am also typing up the next chapter now. So, hopefully, I'll have that for you tonight as well :)

You're all probably tired of me apologizing for the slow updates, so, I'm asking you all to be patient with me. But thank you all for being so patient and for reminding me to update lol.

Enjoy!

His surroundings didn't make any sense to him. All of those who came to visit looked unfamiliar – especially the blonde woman who held his hand throughout his experience at the hospital. She must be someone really important to me, he told himself. Though he has not bothered asking the woman herself what his relationship is with her, he felt a warm feeling inside of him whenever she was around.

At that very moment, however, Sam wanted nothing more but to see her smile. His predicament seems to be putting quite a stress on her. Thus, for some odd reason unbeknownst to him, he held her hand as she was sleeping beside his bed. Quinn woke up with a startle, surprised that he had touched her hand. "Sam? Do you remember?" she said with a hopeful look in her eyes.

He shook his head apologetically. He wished he did. The questions that loomed over his head could no longer remain unanswered. He had to ask someone and the woman before him seems to be one that he could trust. "Sorry, I still don't," he started, "But I wish that you could... help me figure some things out?"

"Sure," Quinn immediately answered, overjoyed that Sam was coming around and was willing to cooperate. Since he had regained consciousness from his coma, he had rejected any help from anyone. Today, so it seems, Sam's spirits were high.

"I... I feel stupid for asking, but, you've been beside me for almost a week now and... I know you told me already. And people called you by name, but, for one last time... could you tell me your name?"

The worried, guilty look on Sam's face brought a slight smile to Quinn's lips. There's the Sam I know, she told herself. "My name is Quinn. Quinn Fabray."

He smiled at the mention of her name. It matched her clandestine quality. A name well-suited for her. "I'm glad to meet you... Quinn," he said awkwardly, "Well, I probably knew you before this head injury, but, New Sam can't remember a thing."

"Well, New Sam, I'm glad that you have Old Sam's sense of humour," she replied jokingly. A brighter and more sincere smile plastered on her lips this time.

"You have a beautiful smile, Quinn. If you don't mind me saying."

"Why thank you."

"And your eyes..."

"W-What about them?"

"I'm... I'm too embarrassed to say it in English. So I'll say it in a different language instead. Lor menari, Quinn."

A giggle escaped her mouth at that very moment. "Are you sure you lost your memory? Because you seem to know exactly what to say to me."

"What do you mean?"

"You told me that before."

"When?"

"In high school. It was your first week at McKinley and you... you spoke Na'vi to me."

"Oh God! So you probably understood what I just said then. I'm so sorry, Quinn. I swear I'm not trying to hit on you."

During that very moment, Sam and Quinn looked at one another and laughed. It was as though they had no problems at all. "It's okay," she told him, patting his arm, "I'm used to you saying stuff like that."

The smile on Sam's lips slowly faded away as he prepared himself for the next question that he was about to ask her. "I have another question for you."

"Okay..."

"A-Are you... related to me? Like a family member or something?"

"No."

"Are we... Are you my wife?"

"No!"

"Oh thank God!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm sorry. I meant... we'd be too young. Plus, if I were to marry you or any woman, I'd want to be prepared. Financially." He saw the sad look in her eyes once again. He knew he was saying the wrong things. He barely knew Quinn and there he was breaking her heart in two. "So you must be my girlfriend then."

"No."

"No?"

Quinn couldn't look into Sam's eyes out of guilt and embarrassment. "Well, we were just... we were going to. And then... then you had your accident. So, we're caught in the middle, really." She purposely left out their relationship in high school thinking that it may be too much for Sam to handle.

He could see the sad look upon her face again. She wanted the Old Sam back but he unfortunately couldn't give him to her. Sam knew nothing about Quinn and his life before the accident.

My name's Sam Evans. I live in Kentucky but somehow ended up here in Ohio. I don't know much about my life now but I do know, right now, that I trust Quinn Fabray. No questions asked.

The next day, Sam's mother and father had arrived from Kentucky and took over taking care of their son. Quinn was given a heartfelt thank you and permission to go home. Though she was reluctant to leave, she knew she had no reason to stay. Who was she but a friend to Sam anyway?

As she arrived at the Berry-Puckerman household, Quinn sat at the front porch and stared into nothing-ness. How will she get Sam back now that he had completely forgotten her? She's but a single memory that has been plucked out of Sam's brain.

"Q?" Rachel softly said as she opened the front door.

"Hey," Quinn smiled and signaled her friend to sit beside her on the bench.

"How was he?"

"His wounds are healing fast. He can walk with a cane. The doctor said that he'll need it for a while... But he can't recall anything. He didn't even know my name." Quinn felt tears forming inside of her. Just then, from the corner of her eyes, she could see Rachel shifting uncomfortably beside her. "Rach, what's wrong?"

Rachel looked Quinn in the eyes and took a deep breath in. "I... I don't really know how to tell you this, but... a secretary from New York called. She said that your boss is looking for you. He needs you back there in 2 days."

"What?"