Disclaimer: Do not own Glee or Life As We Know It. Blah, blah. Blah, blah. :(
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating in so long, I just have to many fan fiction ideas and so little time, plus I have a life outside of the Internet I have to get back to sometimes. But enough about my problems, let us continue with the story and don't forget to review, review, review! –Jackie
Chapter Three
Chance Encounter
That Sunday, Quinn had been out doing her grocery shopping. She had strolled into a local bakery when she heard the voice.
"Quinn? Quinn, is that you?"
And who did she see when she turned around but a familiar blonde boy, well man, with dyed blonde hair and a set of kind eyes and an inhumanly large mouth who looked like he belonged in one of those cheesy romantic comedies. A guy she had known well once. A guy she had once been in love with.
"Sam?" Quinn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Sam Evans?"
"Yeah," he said, pulling Quinn into a tight hug. "It's so good to see you Quinn."
"I thought you were in Tennessee!"
"I came back," Sam answered with a laugh. "Trouty Mouth couldn't stay away from all the lovely folks in Lima, Ohio."
Quinn smiled briefly before her face fell, remembering that she wasn't Sam's girlfriend anymore. "Mercedes will be happy to see you,"
"I don't know about that," Sam interjected. "We didn't exactly part on good terms."
"How so?"
"Before I left senior year, I called on the phone to tell her about the move."
"Oh," Quinn advised. "Always deliver big news in person, never over the phone or through text message."
"I know that now, the next time we met face to face she broke up with me and threw a hair dryer at my head!"
Quinn couldn't help it, she laughed. She had missed Sam.
"It's not funny!" Sam sighed before laughing himself. "It really hurt."
"I'm sure it did, Sammy. I'm sure it did!"
"So, how've you been Quinn?" The blonde man asked. "Are you settled down? Have any kids?"
"No, I'm not even dating anyone right now. And the closest thing I have to a child is my biological daughter who is God knows where with Shelby, and my adorable goddaughter, Eva. She's Finn and Rachel's daughter."
"Awwww, that's sweet." Sam replied. "I always hoped things would work out for them,"
"Now if only things would work out for me!" Quinn groaned, walking over to the counter to pay.
"Here, let me buy this for you," Sam objected, placing a twenty on the counter before Quinn could protest to cover both of their bills.
"Would you like your change?" The cashier asked, giving Sam what Quinn thought was a wink. Sam didn't notice.
"No thank you," He said politely. "Have a great day!"
"You too," She replied.
Quinn reached to pick up her bag but Sam did it for her, leading her out of the store and even using his elbow to hold the door for her and the women behind them, despite having a shopping bag in each hand.
"You didn't have to do that," Quinn insisted.
"But I wanted to," Sam retorted.
Quinn rolled her eyes playfully. "At least let me carry my own shopping bag," She protested, snatching her items away from Sam before he could say no.
"Fine," Sam sighed. "But, if you're free sometime soon, why don't you let me take you out for dinner? I want to catch up."
She didn't realize it, but here Quinn blushed. "Sure," She said, hugging Sam sweetly before he walking down the street towards his house.
It was only then Quinn realized she didn't have his number.