Quinn woke up to a throbbing head ache and to find her tucked up on the sofa. She couldn't remember anything from last night, only going out to a club with Sam and then kissing him...OMG KISSINGSam!Quinn felt really confused, how did she get back and how did she end up on the sofa. Quinn spotted Santana creeping out of her room and into the kitchen. She used all her strength to push herself up from the sofa and then practically bounced into the kitchen.
"Hey San, I can't recall anything that happened except going to a club with Sam and kissing him." Quinn said, it all coming out slurred.
"You kissed Sam!" Quinn couldn't help but notice the slight hurt in her voice but she chose to ignore it.
"Yeah! I think maybe we might get back together! San?" Santana was walking out of the kitchen and into the sitting room so Quinn followed.
"What's up?"
"Nothing...just...do you remember coming in last night?"
"No, but this morning I found myself on the sofa with a blanket over me."
"Oh yeah...I um...put it over you 'cos you fell on the sofa."
"Oh...thanks!"
"It's fine. So...nearly time for the reunion. Excited?"
Quinn smiled, "Yeah! Can't wait to see everyone and Mr. Shue! How about you?
"Yeah, I guess..."
Quinn frowned, "What's wrong, you not excited?"
"I am but...Well me and Britt...kinda had an argument."
"Oh...you guys will work it out, you love each other!"
"Yeah..." Santana walked away leaving a confused Quinn stood in the middle of her kitchen. Quinn thought she almost seemed...uncertain of her love for Brittany. No, San and Britt loved each other and would never part. Quinn sighed heavily and went into her room to call Sam. They needed to talk about the kiss; Quinn hoped that she had a chance with Sam. After they used toloveone another and Quinn was pretty sure she still loved him. She only pleaded he wanted to be with her to and still loved her as well. Quinn picked her cell phone up and nervously dialled Sam's number, scared that he might not want her...

Quinn frowned as Sam's answer machine message came up. Damn. Quinn thought to herself. She needed to talk to him, to discuss some things. She needed to hear his gorgeous voice for just a minute. Everything was so perfect with her life. She was going to have Sam… the only boy she'd ever truly loved back in her life again.

Everything that had happened last night had been perfect. From what she remembered anyway. She and Sam had had a wonderful night, drinking, talking laughing… KISSING. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever been as happy. Never. That was the answer. She had never been as happy as that in her life. Sam made her smile, he was adorable and sooooo sweet that night.

It really bummed her out that he didn't answer her call, the one time she was desperate to talk to him he wasn't answering. She needed to ask him the one question that had been spiralling through her head ever since she saw him for that first time in ages not long ago: Will you be my boyfriend? It was simple question that only took a short amount of breath but it took a lot of courage. A LOT. All he had to say was yes or no. They were the only possible answers yet Quinn was so worried, beyond worried, she had got to the point where she was literally shaking all over. What would he say? Would he say yes or did the kiss just strike him as nothing and he wasn't prepared to take her back? She wanted him to say yes; well she wanted him to say more than that. She wanted him to say yes then tell her he loved her more than anybody in the world and she was the only one he thought about and that he would always love her no matter what. She wanted him to say he cared about her and felt the same way as she did. But she couldn't guarantee that was what he was going to say, she couldn't guarantee he wanted to be her boyfriend at all. She loved him and she wanted him. Did he love her and want her? She didn't know. What she did know is that she needed him to pick up his phone ASAP.

She waited for an hour, her cell placed directly next to her. She kept checking her phone in case he had some how rang her and she hadn't heard it, she texted him about ten times, she called him twice more. He just wasn't answering… maybe he's freaked out. Maybe he's trying to show me subtly that he doesn't like me… Quinn thought to herself. She was making herself crazy. All the waiting, the nervousness kicking in, it wasn't doing her any favours. She felt like bursting into tears. She loved Sam so much and maybe she treated him badly in the past but… people change… she wouldn't cheat… never again. She knew cheating was bad now and believed she would be strong enough NOT to cheat, why couldn't he see that?

Was he really ignoring her… or was he really busy. She didn't know. She knew if she spent all her time sitting by the phone he would never call, you know what they say, a watched pot never boils. So she turned her phone of and slid it under the sofa. Out of sight. She switched on the TV and took her mind off of Sam. That was the right thing to do. She forgot about him for about an hour or so, until she decided to call him again. She called then waited silently until she realised he wasn't picking up. She threw her phone on the floor and leaned back throwing her head back onto the sofa. She began sobbing slightly then she swept away the tears that fell bellow her eyes.