Thank you for all the favourites and stuff. Keep the reviews coming (I just enabled anonymous reviews), so I can improve my story for you. It's my first fic, so please bear with me. :)

Hope you enjoy reading!

Oh, and yes, in this story, Sam IS puny. I just think the Glee Sam's too attractive for his character in this story. Wouldn't want any competition for Quinn, would we? ;) …Especially since Santana doesn't really think she's gay. At least, not yet. ;)

Then came the start of a summer that one shouldn't write home about. So I never did. I don't consider it as lying, just, like what Quinn does, selective truth telling. Besides, what my family doesn't know won't hurt them.

The house we're staying in is dark. It actually looks creepy on the outside. Quinn calls it Psycho House.

It's beautiful in the inside, though. And incredibly large. There were five floors in total, including the rooftop. There were maids everywhere. There was even a swimming pool outside, a game room, and even a gym! The living room is spacious, complete with three very soft-looking, inviting sofas (the two are perpendicular to each side of the one in the center), a wide, flat-screen tv, and—I never thought I could actually see one of these—a Wii. The kitchen's dreamy, and so is the dining room They looked like the ones that can be found in celebrities' houses. . Each floor has a enormous, looks-like-the-ones-you-will-find-in-expensive-hotels bathroom. Each bedroom has a separate bathroom, anyway, not to mention a walk-in closet. The house contains many bedrooms, but Quinn insists that we share a room, much to my satisfac—relief.

Quinn's room is covered in—predictably-a pink wallpaper. The bed's a queen-sized one, so we'll have no trouble sleeping in the same bed. There was a tv too, but a lot smaller than the one in the living room. There was also a pc set up in one corner of the room.

There were two noticeable things about her room. One, it's very organized. Not a single object out of place. Two, and this one's quite surprising, her room is full of books. Not teen magazines or fashion magazines. Books. Not all of them are even fiction books. Most of them are actually textbooks. Who knew the hottest girl in school was a closeted nerd?

Well, now I do.

The house was also very close to the ocean. Oh, God, the ocean. Everyday, we go there—though I don't actually swim, and I prefer sitting on the sand while listening to music or reading one of the novels I brought with me.

Quinn swims the entire time. She always wears her purple bikini, then swims away from the shore until she's just a dot in my perspective.

With a bikini and a body like that, you should come here on the sand to show more of your silky skin.

Wait… I did not just think that.

"I can't swim," I confess to Sweetie. "So you'll have to save her if she needs saving, okay?"

Quinn shakes herself off like a dog when she comes out of the water, then wraps a beach towel around her waist so it dragged in the sand like a long skirt.

You're so hot.

I hear Quinn laugh. "Why, thank you, S."

Wait. Did I just say that aloud?

"Did I ever tell you that in my former life I was a mermaid?" Quinn continues.

"But in this life, you're a human," I remind her, just in case she forgot. "And I wish you wouldn't go out so far."

"I like the way you worry about me," Quinn says, with that signature head tilt and adorable smile.

I gulp and try to compose myself. "Somebody has to."