Sorry this update took so long - I've been trying to decide whether or not to include the Professor storyline...

Make-over

The second they return to their room, Elliott flops onto his bed and groans into his pillow; "I don't think I'm gonna last much longer."

Sam's legs feel like jelly so he follows his roommate's example and falls backwards onto his mattress.

They had just had a gruelling three hour training session and were expected to return later on for another couple of hours.

"Quinn? Helloo?" Chris waves his hand in front of her face to try and get her attention.

"Huh? What? Oh, I'm sorry..." Quinn blushes and tries to focus on her teacher instead of thinking back to her phone call with Sam.

"Would you rather do this another time?" The brunette gestures towards the text books and papers that were scattered across the desk. He and Quinn were meant to be going over her latest essay.

"What? No, no, I'm sorry."

Chris eyes her sceptically before nodding and handing her another A* essay that she could aspire to. "I'm pretty sure the only reason you only got an A is because you didn't want to come off as a nerd to the rest of the class." He smirks.

"Ha. Ha." Quinn responds sarcastically as she reads through the paper. The real reason she didn't get an A* is because she'd spent most of her time trying not to focus on Sam.

"How's Womack and her class going?"

"Not great, but I can handle her."

Chris grins at her confidence; "I'm sure you can."

Quinn glances up from the essay to see him staring at her with his ocean like blue eyes; she felt as if she might lose her train of thought if she looked into them for too long. Quinn shakes her head causing the eye contact to end; "I've dealt with worse..." she states before handing him back the piece of paper. His hand brushes up against hers causing the blonde to flinch and quickly retract; "Sorry..."

Chris smirks; "Why are you so nervous around me?"

Quinn gives him a confused look; she didn't think she acted nervously around anyone, well, except for Sam. Quinn opens her mouth to reply but the sound of the door opening interrupts her.

"Uh… Mr Hastings, Mrs Womack is looking for you." Imogen Jackson or soap as Mrs Womack likes to refer to her as, was standing in the doorway with a suspicious expression etched on her face.

Chris sighs in frustration; "Okay, thanks Imogen." He then looks back down at the papers and waits for the short brunette to leave, but she doesn't move. Chris rolls his eyes, sensing her continued presence; "Is there anything else Miss Jackson?"

Quinn watches as the small girl stares at her with a mixture of fright and concern.

"That will be all Imogen." Chris growls causing the brunette to scurry off down the hallway, away from the classroom. "Sorry about that…" He gives Quinn an awkward smile as he tidies up the essays. "I'm sorry to cut our session short…"

"Oh, don't worry, it's getting late anyway." Quinn shrugs and slowly gets to her feet, she then wonders towards the door.

"Quinn, wait." Chris hurries over to her and grabs her hand.

The blonde stops abruptly and stares down in shock at their entwined fingers.

"I'd like to do this again sometime…" Chris's blue eyes gaze into her hazel ones.

"I-I…" Quinn stutters uncertainly as his face moves ever so closer to hers.

"I really like you Quinn." Chris cups her face gently before leaning in and brushing his lips against hers. After a few seconds they break apart. "I'll see you tomorrow." He smirks and walks back over to his desk.

Quinn blinks a few times; completely shocked as to what just happened; "O-ok-kay." She gulps before stumbling backwards out of the classroom and into the corridor.

"What's got you smiling so much?" Megan asks whilst she eyeing the dreamy looking girl; suspiciously.

"Hmm?" Quinn looks up from the large, dusty text book that she hadn't even opened; instead she had just been grinning down at it.

"I don't think I've really seen you smile once outside of class… you're usually skulking around with a large scowl on your face." Megan states bluntly.

"I don't skulk." Quinn retorts defiantly.

"But ya do scowl." Megan flips through her book with a bored expression. "So… who's the guy?"

"What? How did-I mean…" the blonde gulps nervously and her cheeks blush.

"So? Who is it?"

"I… uh…"

"Is it a girl? I didn't think you swung that way." Megan shrugs casually before leaning back in her library chair.

"What!? No. I'm definitely straight." Quinn chuckles; somewhere in Louisville, Santana's head was exploding.

"Who is it then? Is it Brent? Micky? Adam?" Megan pauses as she tries to think of more guys from their class.

"No… I can't say…"

"Fine. Be that way." Megan sighs in frustration as she grabs her books and stands up; "See you later."

"Mr Hastings?" Quinn knocks cautiously on the open classroom door.

The brunette glances up from the essay on his desk, a small smile spreads across his face as he sees the shy girl standing uneasily in the doorway; "What have I told you about calling me Mr Hastings?" He smirks over at her.

"Sorry… Uhh… Chris could we talk for a minute?"

"Sure." Chris motions for her to enter before standing up from his chair and walking round it to lean against the dark oak desk.

Quinn shuffles inside after closing the door; she stops short, not wanting to stand too close to him.

"What can I help you with?" Chris folds his arms over his broad chest; making sure to flex his muscles in process.

Quinn's mouth goes dry as she tries to think of what to say but her mind goes blank. "Uhh…"

Chris grins down at his shiny pointed black shoes; "I know why you're her Miss Fabray." He practically purrs out her name. Chris pushes himself off the desk and over to the nervous looking blonde. "I'm not going to apologise or regret the kiss." He delicately cup her face and strokes her soft cheek with his thumb.

"B-but…" Quinn gulps at his proximity to her; "You're my professor… w-won't we get in trouble?"

"Only if we get caught." Chris smirks and leans in to kiss her but Quinn pulls away.

"This," he gestures from herself to him; "Us. It… this can't happen."

"What are you afraid of?" The older brunette tilts his head to the side in curiosity.

Quinn kinks her eyebrow in disbelief; "You're kidding me right? I'm afraid to get kicked out of here; the place that I worked so hard to get into. I don't care if I'm being selfish; I've given up too much."

"And I appreciate all of that, you're not the only one that has things on the line… but, I don't think I'm going to be able to control myself around you." Chris steps forwards again; "You're gorgeous Quinn, you're incredibly talented and smart, I want to be with you." He leans down again but Quinn dodges him.

"I'm sorry, but I… I just can't."

"Dude. I swear all you ever do is watch and wait for your phone to go off." Elliott smirks once removing his head phones; "Who's the girl?"

"I-I… Quinn." Sam can't be bothered to make up some lie.

"Quinn? She hot?"

Sam throws his pillow over at the sanding blonde; "Of course she is."

"Show me." Elliott chucks the pillow back before sitting down on Sam's bed and gesturing to his laptop.

"Fine." Sam quickly logs into Facebook and clicks on Quinn's profile.

"Damn! How'd you get her!?"

Sam smirks confidently but doesn't answer; he still couldn't believe she had chosen him out of everyone.

"Where is she?"

"Yale…"

"Hot and smart!? Christ." Elliott's jaw drops. "How long you been together?"

"Uhh… we're not anymore. She ended it once we graduated." Sam reluctantly shuts the laptop.

"Ohhh..." Elliott scratches the back of his head awkwardly; unsure of what to say next. "So… the reason you're not going out regularly is because you're still hung up on this Quinn?"

"Dude, she wasn't just some random hook up."

"Exactly. You need to forget about her, she was your high school girlfriend. You're in college now; there are tons of other hot chicks here to help you get over Blondie."

"I don't know…" Sam suppresses a grimace at the thought of dating someone else; "I'm just not really interested in anyone here..."

"Seriously dude; you're whipped." Elliott chuckles and stands up from the bed; "C'mon, we're gonna go find you someone to help you move on."

"What? No. No thank you."

"Fine." The skinny blonde rolls his eyes in exasperation; "I'm gonna go hang out in the wreck room for a bit, hit on some girls and then go get trashed. You on the other hand; you're gonna sit in here for the rest of your life; pining over some girl who's probably already moved on and wait for her to never call." He smiles sarcastically as he backs out of the room; "Have fun."

Sam sighs as the door closes; he leans against his head board and sits in silence for a few minutes. His mind kept replaying Elliot's words; "You're pining over some girl who's probably already moved on," Sam hadn't really thought about Quinn moving on, he just kind of expected her to be in the same situation he was in. After a few more minutes of contemplation, Sam finally gives in and grabs his phone.

Megan was lounging on her bed playing on her laptop, Quinn had ditched her a few minutes ago; stating that she needed to go see someone. The blonde hadn't exactly been subtle and Megan was nearly a hundred per cent sure that Quinn was sneaking off to see her secret boyfriend.

Buzz

Buzz

Megan's brow knits together in annoyance as she turns to face Quinn's side of the room; the ditsy girl had forgotten her phone.

Buzz

Buzz

Megan groans; "She's not here!"

Buzz

Buzz

"Oh. My. God!" The skinny girl discards her laptop and jumps up from her bed to go in search of the stupid ringing phone. She quickly finds it underneath Quinn's pillow. A good looking blonde guy's face was flashing on the screen, with the name 'Sam' above the image.

Megan weighs her options, she should just put the phone aside; it wasn't her mobile, but, curiosity takes over and she answers the phone; "Hello?"

"Quinn?"

"Nope, this is her incredibly hot roommate Megan."

"Oh, hi… is Quinn there?"

"No. She's off with her mystery boyfriend." There's a long pause; "Hello?" But the only answer she receives is the dial tone; whoever this Sam was, he'd obviously hung up; "Rude." Megan snarls before chucking the phone back onto Quinn's duvet and sitting back down on her own bed just as her blonde roommate enters the room.

"Where you been Fabray?"

"Uhhh… just to the library…"

"Sure. The library." Megan wiggles her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"No! You have one sick mind."

Megan shrugs and stands up from her prone position on her still untidy bed; "I like to think of myself as an opportunist."

Quinn places her bag on her desk and shakes her head at the skinny blonde.

"Oh, before I forget; Adam, A.K.A Weasley, invited us and a couple of others from class to go to the bar later."

"I don't really feel in the mood…"

Megan sighs; "Surprise. Surprise. You haven't been out once."

Sam glares around at the crowded room, bodies were grinding up against each other, music was practically vibrating off the walls and a never ending stream of alcohol was being consumed. The blonde grips his red plastic cup angrily as he thinks of Quinn out right now in New Heaven with some random guy. He felt like punching someone.

"If I invite you upstairs again, will you ditch me like last time?"

Sam glances to his left to find Jessica standing next to him, her blonde hair was up in a messy pony tail and she was wearing a deep purple cocktail dress that was way too short.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Oh… I don't know…" She leans up and whispers seductively in his ear; "Maybe something that requires minimum clothing?"

Sam runs a hand through his newly cut hair as he contemplates his answer; unlike the last time, he was practically sober and could think straight. Just as he's about to decline, images of Quinn and Alex flash across is mind causing his fists to clench. "Sure." He grabs her hand and leads her upstairs.

Once they reach the landing, Jessica yanks him into a random room and shoves him down onto the bed before slamming the door shut. "Finally." Her lips come crashing down on his and she slowly climbs on top.

Sam rolls her over onto her back "You got a condom?" He hadn't thought to bring one because he hadn't thought he'd be in the situation where he'd need one.

"Bottom draw." Jessica states whilst unbuttoning his blue checked shirt.

Sam breaks away from her to lean over the bed and open the draw; he finds a large pile of them and grabs the first one he can get his fingers on.

"That was… woah." Jessica smirks as she falls against the pillows, she pulls the duvet up to cover her exposed chest and watches as Sam discards the packets and used condoms into the trash can in the corner of the room.

"How was it for you?" She kinks her eyebrow seductively once he turns around to face her.

"Second time round was definitely better." He winks before pulling on his boxers and jeans.

"We should do this again some time."

"Sure." Sam replies after buttoning up his shirt; "Make sure to come find me at the next party." He says just before leaving her alone in the room. As Sam makes his way down the stairs; he tries to ignore the wave of guilt that washes over him.

Sorry that I kind of made Sam into a man whore but... meh (I think it could be quite interesting)

And I know that most of you were against the whole professor/Quinn relationship but I needed a storyline for Quinn...

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