As you wish, here is Quinn's POV :)

Disclaimer: I do not own glee. That belongs to Ryan Murphy.

I slumped down on my bed and sighed. My mom was still at work, and I was home alone. Bored. I've already watched five reruns of The Bachelor, but had to stop, because it made me sick seeing those people so happy when I couldn't even get a boy to stay with me. I got off my bed and walked over to my bathroom to take my earrings out. While doing so, I spotted a little shiny ring in my jewelry box. My promise ring. I picked it up, before cleaning it and putting it safely back in its special spot.

"Don't do that, Quinn. He's with Mercedes now," I muttered to myself. But in all truth, there was no way I could let him go. No matter who he's with. I love him too much. Why did cheating on Sam seem like such a good idea at the time? Because you were a bitch who only thought of herself, a voice said in the back of my mind. There was no point in arguing with that voice. I was a bitch. I did only think of myself. But I've changed now. And I know, that no matter what, I would do anything for Sam. If he said jump, I'd jump. If it was a choice between his life and my life, I'd choose his, hands down. Yes, I'd die for Sam Evans. That's how much I love him.

There was a knock on my door. Confused at who would be coming at this hour, I just threw my messy hair in a ponytail and walked down my stairs. When I opened my door, none other than Sam Evans was stating there.

I smiled, trying to hide my surprise.

"Sam." I stated. "What are you doing here?"

He walked into my house, ignoring me.

"Umm, come in?" I joked. But when I saw the way his mouth was in a tight straight line, his eyebrows were furrowed together, and his eyes intense, I knew something was up. There was anger and confusion written all over his features. I turned serious. "What happened?"

"She cheated," he told me crossly. "With. Shane."

My jaw dropped, and I started to say, "Sam, I'm so sorry. I know how you must be feel-"

"No you don't know how I'm feeling!" He snapped. "You have never been cheated on! You've always been the cheater!"

This statement hurt me, and I didn't even bother to hide it. I did know how he felt. Sure, I've never been cheated on, but I know what it was like to lose a loved one. Like I lost him.

"Why is it always me?" He asked, and I could tell he's hurting. "Why can't I have one good, healthy relationship?"

"Sam, you did have a healthy relationship," I told him, and almost didn't add, "We had a healthy relationship."

He sneered at me. "Yet you still cheated."

This made me angry. "I thought we were talking about Mercedes! Not me! I thought that our relationship and everything that went with it was all in the past now!" Even though it wasn't for me, since I still loved him. "And that maybe, just maybe, you would be able to forgive me and be the friend I want!"

He rolled his eyes. "Well, there are two things wrong with that statement, Quinn. 1) For some reason, I'm not hurting over Mercedes! 2) I can't be just a friend Quinn! Maybe, just maybe, I still love you!"

I covered my mouth with my hands, and tried to hide my tears. I didn't do a very good job.

"I um…I got to go." He told me. He left without another word.

I wanted to run after him, and tell him how I felt, but my feet were glued to the floor.

That night, I probably got a total of about one hour of sleep. Why would he tell me something like that? Is he trying to play with my emotions? No, Sam wouldn't do that. He was probably just angry and let his emotions get the best of him. But still, part of me hoped that he actually meant it.

I got up early; not like I actually was going to sleep or anything, and went took a long shower. After that, I got dressed and put on some of my makeup, then tried to think of reasons not to go to Sam's house and talk things through. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of anything. There was no avoiding this.

When I arrived at his house, I knocked on his door, and a very tired Sam opened the door, although his blue eyes were still bright and beautiful.

He tried to smile at me, but I saw right through it. "Hey, Quinn. Did you want to come in?"

I walked through the doorway, and we were silent for a few minutes. I was the first to break the silence. "You know we have to talk about this. So let's get it out of the way."

Now he looked at me. "Out of the way?"

I nodded. "Yes, Sam. You were obviously angry and heartbroken over what happened yesterday with Mercedes. Which is totally natural. You didn't mean what you said to me," I whispered. Great. How was I supposed to talk this through when I could barely keep my composure?

He sighed at me, before looking me in the eyes and started talking. "Look, Quinn. I'm angry that Mercedes cheated on me. Because I love her." I looked at the ground. I knew he didn't mean it. "But I'm not heartbroken." …Wait, what? But he loves her. "It's not how it was with you. I'm not going to lie, I'm hurt, but I can get through it. But it was so hard to get over you." I looked back up at him and saw him trying to hide his tears. "And then last night, I realized, I never did get over you. At first I thought I said those things to you because I was angry, and maybe I wanted to get back at Mercedes, showing her that there are other people out there for me as well. But as I thought about it, I realized I was wrong. I said those things to you because I meant it; I just needed the anger to give me the strength to admit it to you…and myself." What was he saying? Then as if he read my mind, he said, "So, long story short, yes, I love Mercedes. But I'm in love with you."

I stared at him. How could he be in love with me? "I was so horrible to you. I don't even deserve to be in the same room as you." Then I yelled, "How can you say you're in love with me?"

He shook his head at me. "I don't know, Quinn. I don't know how my heart chooses these things, but it's you. I do love you. I love you so much, Quinn. You can break my heart a million times, but it's always going to be you." He walked towards me, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. "And I just need to know one thing from you. Is it always going to be me?"

I breathed out a breath I didn't know I was holding, then looked at his navy eyes. Then I captured his lips with mine. It was a short, soft kiss, but I felt sparks fly like they always did when we kissed before.

I pulled away smiling, and told him what I've wanted to tell him for the past year. "It's always been you, Sam. It's always been you, and it's always going to be you."

Personally, I like Quinn's POV better than Sams...I think I'm just better at writing in a girls POV. Anyways, please leave reviews! They're greatly appreciated! :)

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