Sugar turned to pat Sparkle "Which ones Rory?" she questioned

"The Irish boy" answered Quinn. Sugar still looked blank

"The one who just fell off his horse" added Sam.

"Oh" Sugar realised "And what does he want?". Both Sam and Quinn sighed, this was about the third time they had told her.

"He likes you" said Quinn through clenched teeth.

"I'm pretty sure he wants to go out with you" Sam said as simply as he could.

"So Rory, whichever one he is, is he nice?" queeried Sugar

"Yep he's a great guy, you should go and talk to him now". Sam is very obviously frustrated and points "He is in the first aid tent, go see him"

Sugar looked at the tent then back at Sam and Quinn questioningly.

"We'll look after Sparkle, go" Quinn said as she softly pushed Sugar.

"But I'm competing in 5 minutes" Sugar folded her arms across her chest.

"Well then, maybe after your lap then" stated Sam.

The four of them (including Sparkle) walked up to the starter jump where Sugar walked up to the jump and hugged it

"Come Sparkle, show your love for the course, the jumps need to know you're friendly" called Sugar.

Sam leaned into Quinn and whispered "Do we need to take her to a mental hospital or something". Quinn hit him in the stomach

"Ow" stated Sam

"Everyone has their little things they do before they compete or perform, and this is hers" replied Quinn "She hugs the stage steps before we compete in Show Choir compitions"

"You mean this is normal" continued Sam. Quinn hit him again.

"Ow, quit it" Sam took a step away from Quinn.

"Chicken" stated Quinn

"I'm ready!" yelled Sugar. "You ready Sparkle, or course you are, lets go!" Sugar attempted to jump on her horse and didn't succeed. "Damn horsey you grew" panted Sugar.

"Such a winners attitude you can't even get on your own horse" joked Sam as he boosted her onto her horse.

"Whatever, talk to the hand" Sugar stuck out her hand "Nah, joking, thank-you" she smiled.

"No problem, good luck" wished Sam.

"Yeah, lets hope those lucky bracelets work" smiled Quinn. As Sugar and Sparkle trotted away Sam turned to Quinn and said

"She has no chance." And Quinn hit him again.

"Don't be rude" Quinn almost yelled.

"I'm not, I'm being honest"

"Yeah well your honest is not very nice" Quinn stormed off. Sam rolled his eyes and quickly strode off after Quinn.

"Why do you care so much about Sugar anyway?" Sam questioned as he caught up to her.

"Because she's my sister's best friend"

"I didn't kow you had a sister"

"Well I have two and a brother, but this ones name is Kitty" Quinn was still mad at Sam.

"So how old is she?"

"Sixteen"

"So your twins?"

"Yep and so are Rose and Jasper" she stated in a-matter-of-factly tone.

"I knew that" answered Sam

"Bet you didn't know that I'm their littlest sister". Sam stopped in his tracks

"Wait what?" Sam was lost and confused " But your Fabray and they are ... "

"Hale?, yeah. Fabray is my mother's maiden name, here I can escape and not be compared to my super-genius older siblings"

Sam turned to look at the ground "So why aren't you in France then?"

"Kitty and I went earlier duing this summer" she answered

"Well why isn't Kitty here to support you?" asked Sam.

"Because she's the popular one who gets invited to parties, so it's because she has better things to do. You know the only difference between us is that I'm in glee club, oh and the equestrian, because she's shit scared of horses."

Sam laughed "Horses aren't scary. So what are some things that the two of have in common?"

"Well we look pretty damn similar" Quinn snapped. Sam jumped

"I mean things you like to do or personality traits."

Quinn had almost frightened the life out of Sam. She had gone from so nice and happy to angry then sad then angry again in a matter of minutes, Puck wasn't wrong when he talked about girls and their mood swings.

"Well then you should have been more specific in the first place." A smile began to appear on her face "We both hate to eat fish, we like to sing and dance, but she won't admit it and join glee because she doesn't want to ruin her popularity."

Quinn then began to mimic Kitty "Quinn if you would just quit cheerleading and drop to the bottom of the bottom of the food-chain with the rest of the glee losers, then I could take my rightful place as head cheerleader; that was during one of our many arguments."

Quinn turned to look at Sam who had been oddly silent for a while. She found a huge goofy grin.

Sam had not been listening since Quinn first said the word Cheerleader, all that had been going through Sam's mind was 'She's a cheerleader, Quinn's a cheerleader'.

"I'm sorry Quinn, did you say you're a cheerleader? Did I hear you correctly ... a cheerleader"

Quinn rolled her eyes "Typical all boys are the same." Quinn went to walk of but Sam grabbed her arm.

"Hold on, what's that supposed to mean?" Quinn stepped closer to Sam their heads only several inches apart.

"Fine then Sam, you tell me exactly where your thoughts went when I told you that my sister and I were cheerleaders." Sam swallowed, he didn't want to answer the question because he knew Quinn wouldn't like it.

"Ummmmmm" was all he managed.

"Samuel Evans, you tell me right now, or so help me ... "

"Okay, okay, in my head ... there were two of you and ... both of them, both of you were in ... you were in ..." Quinn rose her eyebrows

"You were both in mini-skirts". Quinn was about to slap him but then thought better of it and instead turned and walked away.

"Wait, Quinn!" shouted Sam

"I'm not speaking to you" yelled Quinn "So leave me alone!"

Sam wished he could get the picture of Quinn in the mini-skirt out of his head, he didn't want it anymore, especially if it made m the real Quinn this upset.

"Wait Quinn, please" Sam treid again. Quinn turned around and folded her arms across her chest impatiently.

"I'm listening, for one minute and one minute only, then I"m leaving. So get a move on." She was mad, Sam could tell and he didn't like it, he was scared she might hit him again if she didn't like what he said.

"Quinn I really truly like you alot." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"No Quinn I'm serious, seriously serious" he took a few steps forward.

"Well Sam you don't really show it, do you!"

"I told you before Quinn I suck at talking to girls, so I'm real sorry if I upset you."

Quinn's glare softened for a moment, but she quickly resumed her posture.

"You need to prove it to me" she smiled sort of evily.

"Fine, hows this for proof." Sam walked all the way up to her. He hesitates slightly but then continues with his proof and kissed her.

A/N: Now I'm not going to be one of those people who hold chapters ransom for reviews, but I really apprciate them. It makes things hard to continue when I don't know whether or not the readers are liking what I write, so please, please review and don't be afraid to ask any questions that you might have :D