Chapter 5

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Quinn's cell phone started to ring, waking her up. She picked it up from her counter, without getting up from her bed, and answered.

"Hello?" She said with a hoarse voice.

"Hi, Quinn! It's Tina."

"Oh, hi Tina."

"Did I wake you up?" Tina asked, embarrassed.

"No, of course not. What's up?" She sighed.

"Well, I just wanted to ask if you are ok. Because you seemed to be feeling bad yesterday."

Quinn remembered the day before. The party, how much she drank, the dancing, the karaoke, Sam. SAM! Was it all real?

"Umh, I am. Thank you. I just need to hang up now, ok?" She said looking to the empty space next to her.

"Ok…" Tina was starting to talk about something else, but Quinn hung up anyways.

Oh, I guess I was just dreaming about the last part of the night, she thought. Her heart seemed to be breaking, when she thought of that possibility.

She got up and noticed she was still wearing her red dress. She sighed, tired from the night before. Quinn picked up a white blouse and pink shorts to wear. She felt a nice smell coming from downstairs. Did my mom come back earlier from her trip? She thought.

Quinn made a quick bun in her hair while she ran down the stairs.

She heard a familiar man voice coming from the kitchen. When she got there, she saw a blond guy, shirtless, flipping some pancakes.

"Sam?" She said, with a smile on her face.

The boy turned his body to face hers and opened a big smile. "You're up!"

"Yeah, I just woke up. What are you doing?" She said looking at the ingredients placed on the counter.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, I found the ingredients and then, well…I was making pancakes for you." He said, running his fingers through his hair.

Quinn couldn't help but smile widely. "Awn, were you going to give me breakfast in bed?"

"Yeah, kind of…" He said, blushing.

Quinn sat on a small chair, still looking at Sam. "So, what are you waiting for? Keep cooking, this smells really good." She said bossy.

"Fine." Sam giggled. "How do you like your pancakes? I found some strawberries and honey."

"Perfect." She said inhaling deeply the sweet smell that was surrounding the house.

Quinn couldn't help but stare at Sam's perfect body. Did he even know that he had that kind of effect on her? I hope not she thought.

Sam put the pancakes on a plate for her and put it on a table in front of her.

"Yum!" She said, still looking at him.

Sam laughed and shook his head. "Want a cup of coffee? It's good since you are probably having a headache right now."

"I didn't realize it till now. Ouch" She said with her fingers massaging her temple. "Yeah, a cup of coffee would be great." He poured the coffee on a white cup, with a childish drawing and the name 'Lucy' on it. He smiled.

"You made it?" He handed her the cup.

She sighed and smiled. "Yes, when I was little. I wasn't that good of an artist you know…"

"I think it's cute" He pulled a chair to the table where Quinn was eating, to sit next to her.

Quinn ate a piece of the pancakes he made and her eyes went wide.

"What is your verdict?" Sam said playfully and raised an eyebrow.

"This is really good!" She said surprised. He giggled. "When did you learn to cook like this? I know that's just a pancake but most boys don't even know how to make ice."

He laughed. "Well, I had to learn how to cook for my siblings. I am the one who cooks when my mom and dad are out for work, so that's basically the whole day."

She smiled at him. Quinn would never think that Sam could get any more perfect. When she finished eating he got up. "I'm going to go put my shirt on, just a second."

"Why? Are you leaving already?" She said, starting to get freaked out by the idea.

He giggled. "Do you think I didn't see you staring at me like I'm a piece of meat?"

Quinn's mouth opened to match her surprised expression. "What? Me? No way. I wasn't staring at you ok?" Her face was red like a tomato.

"Uh-huh" he said, already leaving the kitchen.

When he left, she covered her face with both hands and groaned. "I'm such a stupid head." She mumbled.

When he got back, he was already wearing the shirt from the previous day, and his formal shoes.

"I better get going, Quinn." He said, making her take her hands out of her face. "My mom is probably really worried, and it's almost 1pm."

"Oh." She sighed sadly. "I'll walk you to the door."

He opened the door and when he was about to leave, Quinn called him. "Can you tell me something, Sam?" She said, serious.

He walked till he was face to face with her. "Sure. What?"

"Was everything true?" She looked to her feet. "I mean last night. Everything that I remember really happened?"

He smiled, reminding of the night before. "For what I recall." He took one step in her direction.

Their eyes met and she got lost in his. They weren't blue and weren't green, it was like an ocean of pureness and sweetness. When she put her thoughts together, she hugged him tightly. Sam got surprised but hugged her waist. "Thank you" Quinn said with her eyes closed, smelling his amazing scent. He stroked her, now short, blonde hair.

"For what?" he said between with his mouth on her hair, still on their embrace.

"For taking care of me yesterday." She said looking at him, still holding his waist like he was holding hers.

He took a string of hair out of her face. "You're welcome" Sam smiled.

Quinn looked down and smiled. "What?" He asked, amused.

"There's this one thing that happened yesterday, when you sat on my bed… And we got, you know, closer…"

"You mean when we kis-"Quinn silenced him with her finger.

"I want you to show me, not tell me." She smiled, raising both eyebrows at him.

He smiled widely when he got what she was trying to say. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, their eyes locked in each other. When he approached his face to hers, Quinn closed her eyes and he did the same. Their mouths finally touched and when they opened it, their tongues met each other and they both felt like a strong ray of electricity was running through them. Quinn let go of his waist and put both hands on his neck, lightly scratching it with her nails. Sam smiled while kissing her.

When the kiss had ended, they kept their foreheads together.

"That was a little more intense than yesterday." He said, barely breathing.

She giggled. "Yeah."

He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "I have to go."

"Umh, hello? Am I missing something?" They heard Rachel behind them, holding a key in her hand.

Sam gave a quick scream and split their embrace. "Oh my god, Rachel. What are you doing here?"

Rachel's eyes were wide open and she had a playful smile on her face. "I should ask you the same, I guess. I mean, you texted me you were going to take care of her but I didn't know things were going this fast. I am here to bring you your key, Quinn. I closed the house yesterday, remember?"

"Actually, I don't." Quinn said confused.

"You girls can talk, I am, umh, leaving." Sam said.

Quinn pulled his shirt and gave him one more kiss, this time shorter.

Sam smiled and left, nodding at Rachel.

Quinn was still looking at the door, biting her lips, not even caring about Rachel's presence.

"You'll have to tell me everything." Rachel said taking Quinn away from her trance.

Quinn rolled her eyes and sat on the couch, making a sign for Rachel to close the door and sit next to her.

"So did you guys sleep together?" Rachel said smiling, and excited.

Quinn laughed. "We slept together but we didn't sleep SLEEP together. What kind of girl do you think I am, Rach?" She said playfully.

"So, you want me to believe that nothing happened and that you guys spent the night 'talking'"? Rachel said making quotation marks with her fingers.

Quinn smiled. "We slept. That's all."

"And what about that little scene here on the living room?"

"Oh, and we kissed last night. And he made me breakfast Rachel! I can't believe it, I don't deserve him." Quinn said, finally giving up the serious mask and sharing all of the excitement she was feeling inside with her friend.

"I knew it! You guys totally love each other." Rachel said crossing her arms on her chest.

"Woah, calm down. Not so fast Barbra Streisand. We really like each other, but I don't think we got to the point of saying that we love each other. This time, I'll take things slow. I will do anything to don't screw up with him this time." Quinn took a deep breath.

Rachel put her hand on Quinn's shoulder, trying to comfort her. "You won't. But maybe, you should try making him know that." She said thoughtful.

"But how?" Quinn said intrigued.

"I'll think of something."

Quinn's phone received a text. She looked for it, and found it on the couch.

Santana: I am stopping by your house.

Quinn: Why?

Santana: I need to get my bra back?

Quinn: OMG Why is your bra here?

Santana: I don't know, I don't remember.

Quinn: haha ok, I'll be here waiting for you.

"Santana is coming" Quinn said to Rachel. "She needs to get her bra back."

Rachel made a disgusted face. "Why is her bra here?"

"I asked the same question. But it looks like no one knows the answer for it." They both laughed.

"Santana shouldn't drink at party, she does crazy stuff." Rachel shook her head.

A couple of minutes had passed and Santana rang the doorbell. Quinn answered and told her to get in. "So, where do you think you left your bra?"

Santana ran her fingers through her hair, trying to remember the night before. "I don't know. Probably on the pool." When Quinn was about to ask why, Santana stopped her. "Don't ask me why, I wasn't myself last night."

"I think you were yourself, but in a slutty way." Rachel giggled.

"Shut it Berry." She pushed Rachel, playing with her. "I'm gonna go check the pool."

Santana came back running with a wet blue lacy bra in her hand. "Ha! I found it!" The girls started laughing really hard. Santana put the bra into her bag. "What is that smell? Yum, have you been cooking, Quinn?"

"No, she's got Sam to cook for her." Rachel said teasingly. Quinn hit Rachel's arm.

"Rachel!"

"Woah woah woah, what happened?" Santana said jumping and sitting next to Quinn.

"Nothing happened." Quinn said rolling her eyes to her friends.

"If by 'nothing' you mean he slept here and you guys kissed…" Rachel said pushing Quinn into spilling the details.

Santana covered her mouth, wide open, with one hand while using the other one to point at Quinn's face.

Quinn was laughing, and her face was flushed. "Stop it, guys! It's no big deal… I mean, it is…"

"No big deal? You took Trouty's big V!" Santana smiled.

"Santana! I did not sleep with him. We really slept together, like cuddled."

"Total waste, right?" Said Rachel to Santana, who was shaking her head in disapproval.

"Excuse me, but I wasn't in the state for that. I was throwing up, remember?" Quinn did a disgusted face. "It would have been gross."

Santana rolled her eyes. "So, what happened when you woke up? Was he gone?" Santana said hugging a pad.

Quinn smiled at her hands, that was resting on her lap. "No. He was still here. He cooked for me, actually. He is an amazing cook you know?"

"Awwwwn." Santana and Rachel said in unison. "Our Quinnie is in love." Santana held Rachel's hand.

Quinn took Santana's pad and put it on her own face. "I'm not in love! I just like him, ok?"

"uh-huh!" Rachel faked a cough.

Santana had an insight. "Quinn you guys have got to have a second first date." Quinn made a confuse look.

"A second first date? Isn't it just contradictory?" Quinn raised both eyebrows.

"But you guys are starting over! You gotta have a 'first date'" Santana made quotation marks with her fingers. "What was that place that he wanted to took you, before you had broken up?"

Quinn's memory jumped to that day. He was so excited to take her there, and she ruined everything. The worst part was seeing his disappointed face, when he figured everything out. "Color me mine."

"You should take him there. It will make him happy." Rachel said, turning the tv on.

Quinn smiled. "Yeah, you're right. Color me mine."