Here is a little one shot that I have been meaning to write for ages and completely forgot about until last nights. Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think! (:

Oh and little side note, I got the title from Dancing On My Own by Robyn

Santana

She had him wrapped around her pinky finger, and now she has to watch him kiss her ex-best friend in hallways and tucked in little corners of the school that only she ever seems to find.

It's awful and it makes her miserable but it's what she deserves because after all she's Quinn Fabray, the queen of self-destruction. So now her karma for kissing her ex-boyfriend (who she also cheated on) for no reason other than the fact that she was terrified she was falling in love with her new one is watching him engage in tongue sex in the choir room in front of her with the girl who was supposed to be her best friend.

She doesn't expect it to last that long. And it's not just because she's being petty and hoping the glares she sends them in the auditorium while they're rehearsing will turn into some sort of supernatural powers and cause the two of them to break up, but because Santana gets bored so easily. And yes Sam is super pretty and one of the star players on the football team, but he also has a personality. And Santana? Does not go after guys who have personalities. She dated Noah Puckerman after all.

She wouldn't be able to handle Sam. He's charming and funny and does all these impressions she knows Santana will never understand. And he's dorky and Santana hates nerds.

But here she is, staring at them kiss over the fence a month and a half later while he's grabbing a football that has fall to here, right in front of where they cheerios are practicing and of course Santana needs to make a whole ordeal about jumping down from the pyramid they're trying to make to give a quick kiss to her boyfriend while she has to stand there and watch, pout evident on her face and her arms crossed with her pom poms gripped tightly in her hands.

"Santana get back in formation!" She snaps at her. She gets an eye roll in response.

"Bite me Barbie." She shoots a glare at Santana, but then a mischievous smirk appears on her face as an idea forms in her head.

"Hey Ken, nice work out there!" She yells at Sam as he's jogging back to the team. He turns around and gives her a confused look, but as soon as he sees her flirty smile and wave, he shoots her a wink.

She swears if steam could be pouring out of Santana's ears right now they would be, but she pays no mind to Santana. Sam will get sick of her bitchy attitude eventually, or Santana will move onto a different flavour of the week.

Mercedes

And eventually Santana does get bored, and moves onto Karofsky out of all people, but it doesn't matter because Sam just moves onto Mercedes. She can't decide if it stings more or less than his last relationship, because at least Mercedes didn't steal Sam from her, but she still has him. And they're friends now, so she has to constantly watch them be all lovey dovey in front of her and she has to refrain herself from gagging.

Don't get her wrong, she's happy for Mercedes. While she had lived with Mercedes she had always gushed over the perfect guys in the romantic comedies they would watch with Kurt during their weekly sleepovers. She never really got the big deal, she did the whole cliche cheerleader and quarterback love story thing, and the only thing it got her was pregnant with his best friend's child.

But she didn't expect for Mercedes Prince charming to be her ex-boyfriend who she's still in love with. And of course Mercedes mistakes her disinterest in hanging out with the two of them as her just being lonely that Mercedes and Kurt now have boyfriends, and she doesn't exactly know how to tell Mercedes that her problem isn't exactly with Kurt's boyfriend.

So Mercedes also sets her up on blind dates with different guys Sam recommends on the football team because he is also super oblivious to the fact that the only guy she wants to be arranged on a blind date with is him.

That's how she finds himself listening to some airhead jock try to explain football to her like she hasn't been cheerleading for the spot for years on a Friday night, with her palm in her hand, pushing her pasta around, staring at Sam and Mercedes talk. How do they even have things to talk about? They seem so different. And then he moves and her heart breaks all over again, but hey, at least she won't have to see them together anymore.

But then he comes back, and she thinks this is her chance to finally get him back, but he doesn't want her, he still wants Mercedes. But there's no way she would want him back, she's with Shane.

But of course knowing her luck with love, she leaves Shane for Sam. So not only is she forced to listen to them sing love songs to each other in glee club every other week, Sam has also joined the God Squad so she has to roll her eyes at their PDA there too.

And then he car accident happens, so that distracts her for a while, and at least she has an excuse to not hang out with them anymore.

Brittany

She hears about his new relationship from Tina out of all people. She thought he would at least have the decency to tell her himself if he wants to plow through all her closest friends, but at least she doesn't have to watch him make out with another one of her best friends in classrooms anymore.

But of course there's the fact that she follows the both of them on social media, and while Brittnay only ever talks about her cat and weird conspiracy theories she's come up with, Sam loves to post about his girlfriends. So she's forced to watch Sam film cute videos of Brittnay at restaurants or arcades on his snapchat story while she's supposed to be studying for an English exam inside the library. Or like Instagram posts of the two of them posing in front of movie posters because of course they go to the movies once a week as a date. She doesn't even bother going on Twitter anymore, deciding she's better off not knowing the entire timeline of their relationship.

But eventually she is forced to watch them in person because Finn forces her to become a stupid mentor so she gets to watch him spin Brittnay around in circles during their group performances the entire week, hating how Santana doesn't even look slightly bothered and here she is, miserable and bitter over a guy who broke up with her two years ago.

But that has to be the end of it, when else would she see them? But of course Mr. Schue has to decide to get married now, on Valentine's Day out of all fucking days, which is so utterly cliche and so Mr. Schue at the same time. And of course she has to go. She thinks of different excuses she can use, finals or an assignment due, but then Kurt and Rachel ask her if she can drive them back to Lima because they don't want to pay for another plane ticket and she realizes that she's screwed because she knows Kurt will see right through her if she tells them she's not going.

She doesn't know why she bothers going to the reception if there was no wedding, but Santana forces her and she thinks it's a good time to get drunk so she can ignore the fact that her ex is dancing with the 2.0 version of her.

So she kisses Santana right smack in the middle of the dance floor as Sam and Brittnay are slow dancing next to them and feels satisfaction course through her veins when Sam asks Brittnay if she's alright.

She sleeps with Santana because she wants to betray Brittnay as badly as she betrayed her.

Nurse Penny

She doesn't know how she gets roped into being a chaperone for the McKinley Senior Prom, but Mr. Schue had called her two weeks beforehand that the superintendent for the school district had planned a non-reschedulable faculty meeting on the same night and he could really appreciate it if she would be able to come watch over the students. She's not exactly sure how a bunch of nineteen year olds are allowed to be chaperones for a high school dance, but she agrees anyways.

She stands in the corner sulking the entire night as she watches Sam dance with a girl who looks like a cartoon character. She honestly thought the next person he would go after would be Kurt, since his type seems to be the people she's closest too. Isn't it not allowed for them to even be together? Even if her nursing job is only temporary? She makes a mental note to check with Sue later since she's now principal.

"If it makes you feel better, Nurse Penny sounds like a pornstar name." Santana tells her, offering her a glass of punch while she stands next to her. She smells the punch and looks at Santana weirdly. "Puck spiked our cups."

She looks over to where Puck is guarding the punch bowl to make sure no one spikes it, laughing at the irony of it all.

"It won't last Q, she's only the school nurse temporarily, and if she's as much as a ditz as I hear she is, then she'll be gone in no time. And even if she's not, Sam's graduating in a few months and heading to New York." Santana tells her, laying a supportive hand on her shoulder as she notices the blonde glaring daggers at the two of them doing a terrible version of the waltz on the gym dance floor.

It doesn't matter if they break up tomorrow, she's still forced to watch the two of them dance together tonight.

"So you guys used to go to school here right?" Penny asks them once the glee kids go help out Tina after she'd been slushied after being crowned prom queen.

"Mhm." She mumbles out, trying to be nice but the alcohol in her is making her a bitch.

But she guesses it doesn't matter because what Santana says next is way worse. "So you and Sam, are you guys like dating?" Santana asks her with her arms crossed.

"Kind of." Penny responds bashfully and she has to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

"Is that even allowed?" Santana asks her snarkily and she has to cough to cover up the quiet laugh that comes out of her nostrils.

"Well it's legal." Penny tells them, clearly uncomfortable. "And I'm only here temporarily," she says, trailing off awkwardly. Luckily they are all saved when Sam comes over.

"How's Tina?" She asks him and Penny looks at them confused.

"You guys know each other?" She and Santana look at each other and laugh.

"Yeah we dated him." Santana tells Penny and he glares at her. "Oh but don't worry, I'm a lesbian now, but Ken and Barbie here," Santana says trailing off, noticing Sam's intense glare.

It makes her feel a tad bit better that Santana informs Penny that her relationship with Sam was something special, that people compared them to Ken and fucking Barbie, those two were the poster couple for soulmates.

But she guesses none of it matters when she sees Sam look at Penny in the way she wishes he would look at her.

Rachel

Sam is a lover, she learned that early into knowing him. So after the first three girls he dated after her, was she expecting a few more? Sure she was, but was Rachel Berry one of them? Not exactly.

She doesn't want to be rude because she's pretty sure Sam's the first guy Rachel's been with since Finn's passing. If she wants anyone to be happy with someone, it's Rachel Berry, she just doesn't want it to be with her guy.

She doesn't know why she comes back to help recruit new members for the glee club since Sue shipped off all their old members to God knows where. Maybe it's to tortue herself since he's with a new girl every time she sees him. And yet her relationship status is the same, lonely and joyless, pining over the guy she cheated on like four years ago, it's pathetic really, but she can't make it stop.

She hears about the piano thing from Kurt while the three of them are putting up sign-up sheets all over the hallways hoping it will spark up some interest. Spoiler alert, it never really does.

Rachel seems happy, blushing and all shy, so she bites her tongue from saying how unoriginal it is. Teaching her how to play the piano or whatever he was doing? Please, he did it with her first. And with a guitar, way more romantic. But instead she plasters a fake smile on her face and tells Rachel it's adorable because she's not the same bitch she was in high school and tries her hardest not to vomit in front of them when Rachel suggests she try things with Puck again.

But it's fine, because Sam and Rachel can stay in Lima and play house in that shitty little high school. Her plan was to move back to Lima after she graduated, but she decides to stay in Connecticut because what does she have to move back for anymore? Her mom got remarried, the guy she thought was her soulmate is chasing after her high school mortal enemy, Connecticut is fine. Connecticut is good. It doesn't break her heart, and that's exactly what she needs.

They're still together at the wedding, of course they're still together at the wedding. And somehow Rachel is a bridesmaid, which she does not understand at all because don't Santana and Rachel still hate each other? But still, here she is sitting on one of the couches sipping on a cosmopolitan listening the girls tease Rachel about how her and Sam's wedding might be the next glee wedding while Brittnay and Santana are getting ready.

And to make things even weirder, Blaine and Kurt also get married, so there happen to be a bunch of Warblers she's never seen before in attendance. And they keep asking her to dance as she stands to the side miserably sipping on another cocktail, which confuses her because aren't they all gay or something?

And finally, there's a blonde that approaches her. His hair is about two shades too light, and he's clean shaven and has green eyes instead of blue, but he takes her back to the version of Sam she once had, so she decides what the hell, what's one dance?

"What's your name handsome?" She asks him once they get onto the dance floor, slurring her words a little because did she mention that was her fourth cocktail?

"Stan." He replies back with a sly smile that makes her feel funny.

Close enough she thinks to herself while wrapping her arms around his neck. She hums back to him as he's explaining his entire life story to her, her eyes trained on the couple slow-dancing in front of them, smiles on their faces, love in their eyes.

She puts her head on Stan's shoulder and hopes he won't comment on how her tears are seeping through his shirt.

+1

Social media kind of fades away when you get older, and while she wouldn't consider herself old, she will admit she doesn't have enough time to keep tabs on everyone anymore.

So could you imagine her surprise when she gets an invitation for Jesse St. James and Rachel's wedding? She calls Kurt immediately, letting her pasta overboil because this is way more important than her dinner.

"Rachel and Jesse? What happened to Sam?" She asks him, skipping the hellos and how have you beens as soon as Kurt picks up.

"They broke up years ago Quinn." Years ago? What the actual fuck? Why hadn't anyone told her anything?

"Oh. Thanks Kurt." She says to him, hanging up the phone while he's in the middle of asking her why she's asking.

Well that certainly makes things interesting.

The engagement party comes first, two months before the wedding. And of course she's late, and not by ten or fifteen minutes, an entire hour late. Which she decides is fair because she's the only one who has to drive ten hours back to Lima.

She slams her car shut and readjusts her gold dress and tries to subtly enter the hall without anyone really noticing that she's so embarrassingly late. But she guesses people do notice because she notices the switch in the men's attention in the room.

And okay maybe she did but a little extra effort in her appearance, but can you blame her? Everyone hooks up at weddings, and she hasn't really had a solid relationship since high school, and now being in her mid-twenties? It's getting a little sad.

"Damn Fabray, you look hot." Santana tells her as soon as she slips into one of the empty chairs at the table she and Brittnay are sitting at with Tina and Mercedes. She grins and waves her hand like she has no idea what they're talking about, but she does. She better look hot, the hair appointment she had before she left is one of the reasons why she's so late.

"Looks like we're not the only ones who think so." Tina smirks at her and she looks around the room at all the male eyes trained on her, which makes sense, she's one of the only single women here.

But she isn't focused on any of those eyes, she only cares about the pools of blue that have not left her sight since she arrived, and by the looks of it, the feeling is mutual.

She's decided she isn't making the first move. She's had to watch him with five other women, not including how she had to listen about the time he disgustingly made out with Tina. Tina, really Sam?

But she's beginning to think that maybe he won't, because he stays glued to the corner of the room where the bar is next to Puck and Puckerman's brother, which bugs her a little bit because some of the other guys who have been hanging around there all night have come to say hi. Mike she understands because he's dating Tina, but even Artie had come over and chatted with them a bit.

Is she not sending him strong enough signals? She was sure the flirty smile and the batting of the eyes would do it, tell him that she's interested but not strong enough to say hi, I've been in love with you since we broke up, come dance with me hottie. But clearly not.

So she does what she does best, and orders a drink to drown out the little voice inside her head telling her to just put on her big girl pants and go talk to him. Well little voice? Guess what? She wore a dress tonight. But at least she doesn't have to sulk alone this time, this time she has Mercedes who plans to get as drunk as she does. So she leaves the guy she thought was her Prince charming to do the same thing at the bar. If he wants to be the only guy out of the two other guys he's with to not get laid tonight? Then so be it.

She's only two and a half drinks in when he walks up to her table, and it causes her to jump a little because she had honestly forgotten about him for a second, hysterically laughing with Mercedes at Sugar's embarrassing attempts to hit on one of Jesse's cousins.

"Dance with me?" He asks her while holding a hand out, and she raises a perfectly arched brow at him to keep herself from asking him how it's possible for someone to look so much like a hollister model without being one. She looks over at Mercedes who gestures at her to go and she grins and grabs his hand.

"I was wondering when you'd come over here." She admits to him as soon as they make their way onto the dance floor.

"You watching me Fabray?" He asks her smugly and she rolls her eyes, trying not to think about how easily her hand slips into his and how perfect his arm feels wrapped around her waist, like it's always meant to be this way.

"No. Wondering if this would be another event where I would have to watch you slow-dance with another girl." She tells him playfully, but the words do bring up some painful memories.

Something flashes across his face, but she's a little tipsy so she can't put her finger on what it is.

"You got a date to the wedding?" He asks her after a few comfortable minutes of silence.

"Maybe, maybe not." She tells him to keep him on his toes. "Do you?"

"No." He tells her honestly, looking into her eyes. "I was hoping you didn't either, kinda don't wanna go to my ex-girlfriends wedding dateless." She laughs, genuinely laughs, the kind where you throw your head back and he has to raise his hand higher on her back to steady her. It makes him grin nonetheless.

"I heard you went through a lot of us, I'm sure there will be another one coming up soon." She teases him, wanting to make him work for it. "Or there's Mercedes, I don't think she has a date yet." She says, looking back at Mercedes who has found her own bachelor to talk to.

"I don't want to go with Mercedes." He tells her immediately, his voice serious and it catches her by surprise. "I want to go with you."

She blinks at him a few times, taken back at how quickly he would surrender. He spins her around to give her a few seconds to contemplate her answer, but little does he know there's not even a choice.

"Okay." She tells him casually, like there aren't a thousand butterflies swimming around inside of her stomach, or maybe that's just the alcohol. "And then after the wedding?" She asks him, afraid he's just using her because he doesn't want to look like he's not over Rachel.

"Well I hope there will be another one." He tells her, dipping her, making her remember how much of a good dancer he was back then, and how much better he is now. "Because I kind of want to go on more dates with you."

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret." She whispers to him once he brings her back up again, knowing he can hear her despite the loud music playing around them. The song they had been slow-dancing to has long switched by now, playing something more upbeat, but they still sway along, their own song playing just for them.

He raises an eyebrow at her and she giggles. "You actually don't need a wedding to go on a date with someone." He drops his jaw in mock-surprise.

"Is that so?" He asks her and she laughs again, moving her hand from his shoulder to hit his chest.

So he takes her to dinner the next weekend, strictly for wedding preparation purposes he claims. If he's going to be her date he's going to need to get a recap on all the things he's missed in her life. She doesn't question what their next date at the Lima carnival is for. They're full-on dating by the time the wedding rolls around, but she doesn't mind, she likes it better this way. At least at this wedding she doesn't have to worry about watching him dance with another girl, because by the time the DJ is calling up all the couples to dance, he's already pulling her up onto the dance floor.