"Let me get this straight." Quinn said handing Rachel a tissue she had taken out of her purse. "You, Rachel, out of nowhere, started liking Puckerman?" Quinn narrowed her eyes.

"It all happened in that party. While you and Sam were dancing together, I was dancing with Puck. I mean, as friends, just having fun." Rachel sniffed. "While we were laughing and stuff, he looked me in the eyes and well, we almost kissed."

"That's it? You guys almost kissed each other right in front of Finn?" Quinn almost yelled.

Rachel lied on the couch and snorted. "Of course it wasn't right in front of Finn, Quinn!"

"Then why the hell are you crying?" Quinn rolled her eyes.

Rachel sat down again and breathed. "Because, I was going to Puckerman's house..."

"Oh no Rachel, you didn't cheat on Finn. Did you?" Quinn frowned her brows. "I'm not the one to judge but still."

"No, No! I would never do that to Finn! Just listen to me okay?" Rachel raised her voice tone. "I was going to Noah's house because I called Finn's mom and he said he was there, and we were going to the movies tonight, and Finn wasn't answering his phone."

"Ok..."

"I knocked at Noah's door, and apparently his mom had left because there was no car in the garage, and a girl..." Rachel's eyes started watering again. "A girl wearing his sh-shirt..." She stuttered and the tears started falling down her face again.

"Oh Rach... I'm so sorry." Quinn stroked Rachel's hair, who was now resting her head on Quinn's lap. "What are you going to do about it?"

"What do you mean?" Rachel sniffed.

"Well, are you going to break up with Finn?"

Rachel got up and widened her eyes. "No! Of course not! I won't break up with Finn just because of this stupid attraction."

Quinn sighed. "Rachel, you can't be jealous of every girl Puck's with, and I hate to break it down for you but there are going to be a lot of them, while you're dating Finn! It's not right for you."

Rachel wiped the tears out of her face. "Look. I've been dating Finn for a very long time. Actually, I have been in love with Finn for a very long time. I'm not going to throw that away just for a womanizer like Puck."

"But Rachel! You said it yourself that Puck almost kissed you! Maybe he's feeling just like you right now."

"Do you really believe that, Quinn?" Rachel put her hands on her waist. "You truly believe that he's feeling just the way I am feeling right now but still is having sex with another girl?" She said sarcastically.

"Well." Quinn looked comfort full at her friend. "Wait, where was Finn in this story?"

"Oh, yes. When that girl answered the door, I just ran away before Noah could even see me, and Finn sent me a text saying he was at his house waiting for me so we could go out. I just texted him back saying that you needed my help at some girls stuff or whatever." Rachel sat on the couch again with her chin resting on her fist.

"Poor Finn and Rachel." Quinn shook her head.

Rachel nodded. "Poor Finn and Rachel, indeed."

"So you're just going to hide this feeling away, like it never existed?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.

"Yep. And hope it goes away soon." Rachel bit her lip.


Sam drove his way down to his hotel room feeling amazingly well. The smell of Quinn's parfum filled the air he breathed, filling his mind with pleasure. He couldn't have ever imagined that their date would go so well. It didn't feel like he was going out with Quinn Fabray, the head cheerio, the popular girl in Mckinley. Because he wasn't, he had been on a date with his friend Quinn, simple as that.

He opened the door carefully, to don't make any noise and wake his relatives up. But of course, he knew that they were all awake, waiting for him.

"Lover boy! How did it go?" his aunt whispered from the couch.

He looked at the room, surprised to only see his aunt awake. "It went very well. Where's everybody? I'm surprised to see that my mom didn't call me like a maniac."

His aunt shrugged. "I told her to get some rest that I'd be here for you when you got home. So, what did you guys do?" She turned off the tv to look at him.

Sam hung his jacket and sat next to his aunt. "We umh.. went to Color Me Mine."

"Were you two at Color Me Mine until midnight?" She asked him doubtful.

He coughed. "We actually ended up watching a movie at her house."

"Oh really?" Sam's aunt raised her brow.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Really. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go to my bedroom."

Sam didn't have a bedroom, actually. He slept with Stacy and Stevie at one of the two rooms of the motel flat. He sat on the bedroom's floor and looked at his siblings who were asleep. He had a dumb smile in his face, he was doing a rewind of the night he had had with Quinn, it made him feel... alive. Sam looked at his case on the floor and a brown journal had fallen out of it. Sam's journal. He used to write in it every day until he broke up with Quinn, months ago.

Flashback on

Sam got home and locked himself in his room. Their parents still had a house back then. He had been holding himself back the whole day, listening to Santana's critics and her rules as his girlfriend. He had barely broken up with Quinn and Santana already thought she owned him.

Sam threw his backpack on the floor and sat by the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He kept thinking about how fast things had changed, that by this morning Quinn was still his girlfriend, their plans to Color Me Mine, all of it was ruined now. He had broken him, and he had let her. He somehow felt it was his fault, he felt like he had done something wrong.

He hated himself for crying about a girl, a girl who had cheated on him, he couldn't be that pathetic. He saw his journal behind his pillow, it kept all of the memories, the promises, everything related to Quinn. He felt like burning it and ripping it into pieces.

Sam opened it and started to rip off the pages, brutally. The tears fell down his face as the pages were ripped off the journal, he gathered all of the ripped pages, spread by the floor, smashed them and threw it on the trash.

Flashback off

He hadn't been writing since then. Sam thought that it may be the right time to start writing again. He grabbed it, took a pen out of his pencil case, sat on the floor again and started.

On top of the page he wrote: Day One.


It was a common evening for Quinn, she was reading her book, waiting for a friend to call her and ask her to hang out. Rachel had left a couple of hours ago. Quinn was still worried about her friend, but she knew Rachel. She'd figure a way out to resolve her problems by herself.

Quinn's phone rang, it was Sam. She smirked when she looked at the phone's screen.

"Hey." She answered while playing with her hair like she always did when she was feeling anxious.

"Hey. Having a good day?" Sam said, caring.

She sighed. "Kind of boring to be honest."

"Good because I have plans." He said, excited.

"Well I don't see why you having plans is good to improve my day." She giggled.

Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. "No, I meant plans to both of us."

"Really, what do you have planned?" She asked showing the same amount of excitement as him.

"We are all going to a new restaurant in the west side of the town."

"When you say we...?"

"I mean Santana, Rachel, Finn, Brittany, Artie, Kurt, Blaine, Puckerman and Tina. And you and I."

"Who said I'm going?" Quinn played difficult.

Sam sighed. "Do you want an official invitation?"

"Uh huh."

"Quinn would you give me the pleasure of your company tonight?" He said playfully.

"I can't." She smiled.

"I thought you said you didn't have anything planned for tonight."

"I can't go because you still have my car."

"That's right, I almost forgot. That won't be a problem, I'll pick you up and we'll go."

"Ok give me an hour to get ready."

"A whole hour?!" He stuttered.

She giggled. "Yeah, I need to do my magic."

Sam sighed. "Ok, call me when you are ready."

After taking a shower, getting her makeup and clothes on, Quinn was ready to go. She called Sam and he got there in ten minutes. After a final look in the mirror she went downstairs, locked the house, and saw Sam who was waiting for her in the car, right outside.

She walked to the car and realized Sam hadn't realized she was already there. Quinn shook her head and knocked on the car's window. Sam looked at her, startled. She smiled and raised a brow. He unlocked the car door and opened it for her.

"Hi." She got in.

He checked her out, she looked gorgeous.

"He-hey." He stuttered and quit staring at her.

Quinn smiled. "So, where are we going? Is there somewhere besides Breadstix that's sort of decent in this town?"

He laughed as he drove the way to the restaurant. "Santana found it when she was doing her daily walk. It seems pretty decent but we'll see."

"I hope I'm not overdressed." She asked playing with the zipper of her jacket.

Sam ran his eyes through her red dress behind the leather jacket and shook his head. "You are stunning."

She glared at him in a loving way. "Well, I had to be as good looking as the guy I'm getting there with."

He smirked still paying attention to the road ahead. "Oh that's true. I'm kind of worried that you'll steal my spotlight tonight." He said playfully.

Quinn laughed out loud. "Keep your eyes wide open."


"Where are those two?" Rachel looked at her wrist watch, impatient.

"Sam texted me a couple of minutes ago, saying that they were almost here." Puck said.

"Oh." Rachel didn't look him in the eye, she just took a sip of her water and looked somewhere else.

Puck frowned. "Did I do something to upset her?" He whispered to Finn, who was sitting right next to him.

Finn found Rachel's cold reaction to her, now friend, Puck, weird. "I don't know man." He shrugged.

Quinn and Sam walked through the front door, Sam opening the door to the girl. "There they are." Santana said and Brittany smiled.

The two blondes sat next to each other with their friends as they greeted them all.

"You guys are finally here! What took you so long?" Tina said.

"Tina their sex life is none of our business." Santana said making everyone besides Quinn and Sam laugh. Quinn blushed and looked down, embarrassed.

Sam saw Quinn's reaction to Santana's comment. "Santana." He said in a reproachful tone.

"Sorry, sorry." She giggled.

"So, is the food in this place decent?" Quinn said, changing subject.

"We are about to find out!" Kurt said looking at the menu.

Everyone ordered and their food was ready in a record time.

"Guys I have a proposition to make." Rachel said running her hand through her hair.

Everyone stopped eating and looked at the brunette.

"My dads' friend owns a resort and he called them today asking if they wanted to stay in the resort for a very low price, he said they could bring how many friends they want. But one of my dads is with a problem in his spine, and he did a surgery very recently and he can't go, so they offered me the chance to invite you guys to stay there with me. It's next week."

Everyone was smiling widely and looking surprised.

"Are you joking?" Sam said. "Of course want to go!"

All of them started talking about the trip, and how awesome would it be.

Rachel giggled. "But you all need your parents' permission to travel by tomorrow."

They all looked at each other mischievously and then everyone jumped on Rachel and hugged her tightly.

So, I'm so very sorry for keeping you waiting. And don't worry, I won't abandon this story until I've finished. And I know nothing big happened in this chapter but I'm saving the big stuff for the trip.

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