Sorry this took so long, I go through stages of being inspired to being a couch potato.

There're probably loads of mistakes but I didn't want to make you wait even longer :/ I'll fix them later on if there are some :)

The Break-Up

Quinn anxiously nibbles on her still slightly swollen bottom lip, her heart was still beating incredibly fast and her palms were slightly sweaty; she hadn't felt this giddy in a long time. Chris somehow made her feel young and mature at the same time; he'd teases and messed around with her as if they were in the tenth grade, but at the same time they'd indulge in immensely sophisticated and cultured conversations. Chris would casually quote fifteenth century poetry as if it were common knowledge and then recite random facts about William Shakespeare and Thomas Hardy.

No man, not even Sam had recited poetry to her, the nearest thing was him, Puck and Finn singing to and or with her; it's not the same though; anyone can sing a song, but only a few can make a person feel something deep within with a short, powerful stanza.

"Do you really have to leave?" Chris's warm breath tickles the back of Quinn's neck as she packs away the last of her things.

The blonde discards her binder and relaxes into his embrace; he was standing behind her, his hands snaking their way around her waist. An hour and a half ago, Quinn was still refusing his advances and wouldn't have even considered that she'd be now recovering from a lengthy make-out and fondling session.

"Sadly, yes," Quinn replies dejectedly as she turns around in his embrace; "Megan will be wondering where I've got to."

Chris sighs and leans his forehead against his student's; "I hope we can do this again sometime soon?" His large brown eyes scan Quinn's face for any indicator as to what her answer might be.

The blonde chews her lip in contemplation before letting a small smile creep onto her face; "I see no reason why we can't."

Quinn rounds the corner and comes to an abrupt stop as she sees a hunched figure sitting outside her dorm room door. A dark haired girl was curled up on the floor with her knees tucked under her chin and her arms wrapped round them. The figure looks up at the sound of Quinn's sharp intake of breath; the girl's usually flawless make-up was smeared across her face and her cheeks were covered in mascara tear stains.

"Hi…" The brunette quickly wipes her face in an attempt to hide the fact that she had been crying; much like Quinn, she hated people seeing her weak.

"San? W-what are you doing here?" Quinn moves over to the Latina and crouches down beside her.

"I-I… I tried calling you-but," Santana gulps as she tries to compose herself; "you didn't answer and I just needed to talk to someone…"

"What happened?"

"Bri-Brittany and me broke up-" Santana tries to continue but she finally breaks down and her body starts to shake in distress.

"I… I'm so sorry San," Quinn pulls the sobbing girl into her arms and allows her tears to soak her shoulder. After a few minutes, the blonde pulls away slightly so that she can look her friend in the eye; "C'mon, let's get you inside."

"What actually happened?"

"I-I shouldn't even be upset, I was the one t-that decided to end it," Santana crudely wipes her face with the back of her hand.

Quinn stares across at her broken best friend; she'd only ever seen her this upset the time after she'd slapped Finn because of the whole coming out debacle and the time when she'd come to visit her in the hospital.

"You are allowed to be upset too San, the worst thing you can do is blame yourself and not let it all out."

"Eurgh, you're starting to sound like one of the Olsen twins, though, neither of them looked too happy either…"

"Why?"

"Finn came back, turns out he's been travelling instead of being in the army… he didn't contact Rachel once." Santana sniffs as she rolls her eyes; "And Blaine apparently cheated on Porcelain, so they're also over."

"It's no exactly been the best week for romance then…" Santana lightly chuckles and let's herself smile for the first time since before the break-up.

"What happened Evans? I mean, we all heard that you were good? How'd you even get in here? Did daddy call in some favours?" Jordan Casey smugly smirks from the side line as he watches Sam get tackled to the ground; the blonde hits the floor with a loud thud.

"Ignore him," Elliott warns his friend as he helps him up from the ground.

"Easier said than done." Sam growls; his fists clenching by his sides.

"He's just threatened."

"He doesn't exactly look threatened." Sam watches as Jordan and his friends snigger about something; most likely about him getting his ass beat.

"Aniston, Casey, Evans, Michelin, Saunders and Walker!" Assistant Coach O'Donnell reads off all their names from his clipboard; "Get over here!" Sam does as he's told and hurries over to the balding man. "Time for QB try outs." He announces with a gleeful smile.

"It wasn't that bad…" Elliott uneasily states as he follows the furious blonde back into their room.

"Not that bad!?" Sam whips around, his eyes ablaze with anger; "I fumbled the ball like a million times! And then when I was actually able to catch it, I'd either get tackled to the ground or my throw wasn't good enough!"

Elliott flinches away; "I know you're upset right now bu-"

"You have no idea!" Sam suddenly kicks his bed making his roommate jump once again.

"Coach will realise that Jordan must've sabotaged you-"

Sam sarcastically laughs; "Yeah, likely story; Jordan is the golden boy; he can do no wrong in the eyes of the team and the coaches."

The sandy haired kicker sighs in defeat; they both knew Sam was correct. "Look, you're still on the team-"

"Bench you mean."

"That's still on the team. We've got another set of try-outs later on in the year… there's still a chance for you to be in the first string."

Sam groans as he flings himself down onto his crumpled sheets; "Why should I even bother? Jordan's always going to show me up; I might as well just give up now." He shields his face with his hands and releases a large sigh.

Elliott carelessly discards his gym bag onto their already cluttered floor and perches himself onto his own bed; "You can't let one bad session ruin your whole year… you just need to clear your head, maybe loosen up a little and have some fun?"

Sam slowly removes his hands from his face before turning to stare at his hopeful looking roommate; "Sounds like a plan."

"Please keep me updated S; I weirdly miss our weekly bitch fests." Quinn sniggers as she pulls her best friend in for yet another hug.

"I'm sure you cry yourself to sleep every night." The Latina retorts once they part; "Well, I'll try and visit more often, maybe next time you won't find me sobbing in front of your room." The two girls laugh as they make their way to the bus stop; they wait a few minutes in a comfortable silence until the large coach pulls up. Santana picks up her leopard print duffle bag; "You still keeping our promise to meet up for Thanksgiving?"

Quinn looks down at the ground; "I-I'll try to… but," She shrugs and looks down at the ground.

"You best, because I don't think I'll be able to deal with being in the same room as Brit on my own.

"Hey Sam," Jessica keenly looks up at the tall blonde; she moves closer so that her body is firmly pressed up against his muscular one. "You never called me back-"

Sam ignores the clingy girl as he stares intently across the room where Jordan Casey and his friends were drinking. Jordan was casually lounging on one of the black leather couches with several girls, most likely cheerleaders; surrounding him and seductively dancing, all in the hope to gain his attention. Suddenly, a short, pretty African American girl storms over to the group and starts angrily shouting at an unflinching Jordan.

"Who's that?" Sam asks as his points over to the still yelling girl.

Jessica follows his eye line; "That's Nicki, she's on the cheer squad with me… she's the captain." She states bitterly before trying to regain Sam's attention by using her hand to turn his chin towards her so that he was looking at her instead of the current fight.

"Why's she so mad?"

Jessica rolls her eyes at the fact they were still talking about Nicki and not about how smoking she was looking right now; "Jordan and her are dating but he can't seem to stop his eyes from wandering…"

Sam's eyebrows rise in amusement; "Really?" He turns back around just in time to see Nicki slap Jordan across his cheek and then storm off in the opposite direction; her boyfriend making no attempt to follow her as he rubs his clearly stinging cheek.

Jessica starts to tug on the taller blonde's hand but Sam holds his ground. "C'mon, let's go somewhere private-"

"Ummm… maybe next time." He untangles his fingers from the girl's vice like grip and then hurries off in the direction in which Nicki had just run off in.

"Ass." Jessica growls before grabbing yet another drink.

"You're Nicki right?" Sam asks gently once he comes face to face with Jordan's girlfriend.

The dark skinned girl looks away from the outside game of beer pong to see a tall, broad shouldered blonde standing a few feet away from her; he had one hand in his pocket and the other way holding a red cup full of beer. "Yeah… and you are?"

"Oh hi, I'm Sam," The blonde flashes her his signature goofy grin as he frees his hand from his jeans and holds it out for her to shake; "Sam Evans."

Nicki surveys him subspecialty before tentatively shaking his hand; "Hi…"

"I play football along with your boyfriend Jordan."

"Ex-boyfriend." Nicki interjects bitterly.

Sam nods in understanding; "He's a bit of an ass, ain't he?"

The girl chuckles in agreement; "Uh huh."

"You shouldn't have to put up with his crap; a real man knows what he has when he has it, he wouldn't waste time with cheap skanks." Sam comments as he glances around in search of any sign of Jordan.

A genuine smile graces Nicki's pretty features; "What was your name again?"

"Sam."

"Ohhhh, that's where I know you from; you're Jordan's competition aren't you? You're both competing for the Quarterback position."

"Uhhh… yeah." Sam responds guiltily.

"From what I've heard, you pretty much blew try-outs today." Nicki smirks cheekily causing the blonde to frown. "Don't worry; you've got plenty of time to redeem yourself."

Sam sighs; "As long as your ex's playing; I won't ever get the chance."

"What're you talking about? Jordan's severely threatened by you, he absolutely hates you; but's that's only because you're his only real danger here."

Sam's unsure as to why Nicki was telling him all of this information but he wasn't going to waste any time by asking why. "He's threatened by me? Really? How come? I haven't exactly been able to show off any of my skills…"

"His dad is a scout. He was probably one of the one's that came to see you during high school, he tapes everyone that he thinks is worthy, then shows Jordan who he's got to compete with." The brunette yawns; this conversation clearly boring her half to sleep.

Sam laughs out loud, he shakes his head in disbelief; Jordan Casey was afraid of him!

"Come on." Nicki gestures for him to follow.

"Where're we going?"

She points to the door that lead back inside; "If we're going to take the piss out of my ex for the rest of the night; I'm gonna want more booze."

Sam grins in response; this night was turning out to be pretty great.

Sam's eyes begrudgingly open at the sound of his phone ringing, he tiredly wipes the sleep from them before sitting up; it's only then that he realises he's not alone. Nicki from the night before was tangled up in both him and his sheets; her hair cascading over his pillow and her make-up smudged around her eyes.

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

Sam blinks rapidly at the sound of his phone; he turns away from the sleeping girl beside and quickly grabs it. He doesn't even bother to check the caller i.d before answering; "Hello?" his voice was still hoarse from the night before, he untangles himself from Nicki and hurriedly grabs a pair of clean boxers from his drawer, it's only then that he notices Elliott's empty bed.

"What up Trouty Mouth!"

Sam can practically hear his friend's smile down the phone; "I'm okay… How're you? How's it being a senior?" He asks as he silently exits the room, he closes the door and leans against the hallway wall; thankfully no one was around to see him in his underware.

"Pretty fine boy, we're putting on Grease for this year's school musical and guess what; I'm directing!" Artie yells excitedly.

"That's awesome mate," Sam yawns as he rubs his aching neck; he must've slept weird.

"Thanks! Now, the reason I'm calling is that I need your help. Correction; Finn needs your help."

Hope you liked it, I'll try and update this story more often, I promise :)