Okay so, thank you for all of your reviews they were wonderful, and they inspired me to write this next chapter. Well that did and the fact that finals in school suck, and I was bored all day! Anyway happy reading!

Sam was now standing on Quinn's porch right before the door cotemplating on whether or not to ring the bell. It was eleven thirty-five now. He shook his head, he couldn't believe that Finn had convinced him to do this.

"Just, before you hang up, hear me out okay?" Finn said into the phone, he looked at Rachel who gave him and encouraging smile.

Sam sighed, "yeah, okay." He hoped he wouldn't regret that decision.

Finn cleared his throat, "so, Rachel and I went over to Quinn's house this morning to apologize, I really hurt her and I wish that I could change what I said to her, I want to take it back but I can't. As soon as we got there she tried to slam the door in our face, she wouldn't listen to us, and I really am sorry."

Sam cleared his throat, "just get to the point." He sounded really irratated

Finn swallowed hard, "um-well-I-my point is that I feel awful, and I still want to be friends with Quinn, I mean she's awesome, and I just want her to forgive me."

The blonde boy considered it, Finn was right; Quinn was pretty awesome, "okay, so where do I fit into this?" He was slightly confused as to why Finn wanted his help.

Finn smirked, "well, I happen to know for a fact that she still loves you, while we were dating it was kind of one of the things that I was able to read on her face. Of course she may not realize, or it may take some time for her to give into it, but she does still love you."

Now Sam understood, Finn wanted him to get close to Quinn and help convince her to forgive the brunette boy. Clever (though it wasn't). "Dude, this is a low shot." Sam muttered.

Finn sighed, "look, the way I see it is this is your opportunity for you to go after Quinn again and win her heart back." He paused for a moment before sighing, "just, you know, while you're at it let her know that you think she should forgive me."

Sam couldn't believe he was saying this but he said it anyway, "alright, but just so you know, I'm doing this for her. Not you." Okay so maybe I'm really doing this for me, but Finn doesn't need to know that, He thought.

So there he stood on her porch shifting his weight from foot to foot trying to strike up the nerve to ring the bell. He shook his head, "come on Sam, it can't be that hard. Just reach up and push the stupid button," he muttered to himself. His arm moved away from his side and his hand hovered at the doorbell, but in the last minute he shook his head and let his arm fall, "forget it."

"Sam?" A small voice asked from behind.

The blonde boy whipped around, just to be faced with the very beautiful Quinn Fabray. Sam just wanted to scream out I love you Quinn Fabray, and with me you'll never feel pain again! as loud as he could, but he didn't. Instead he gave her a very sheepish grin, "hey."

Quinn walked up the stairs with her face expressionless, "what are you doing here?"

Sam shrugged, "I was just...admiring your mother's...roses." He said as he pointed to the white-ish, purple flowers.

Quinn shook her head, "those are lillies."

Damn! Sam cursed himself internally, "oh."

Quinn pushed past him and unlocked the door, she then turned to say something to him but thought better of it.

However before the blonde girl crossed the threshold Sam caught her left wrist with his right hand, "I know you're hurting..." He said quietly. Quinn didn't face him. Sam sighed, "I just want you know know that if you ever want to talk, I'll listen, I'm pretty damn good at that."

Quinn turned around, "I...I'm not hurting." She shook her head, "I'm fine."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows before nodding, "I know you're fine."

The girl then turned around and went into her house closing the door behind her.

Sam shook his head Crash and Burn, he thought before turning to head down the stairs. He stopped however when he heard his name being whispered from behind. He looked back to see Quinn staring at him with both guilt and sorrow filled eyes, "do you want to come in?" She asked. "My mom's not home and I kind of don't want to be alone."

Hell yeah! Sam gave her a small smile, "sure."

Quinn nodded before leading him inside. She directed him to the livingroom while she herself went into the kitchen.

Sam walked over and sat down on the couch, "you can do this Evans," he said to himself, "It's just Quinn...yeah, just Quinn the girl of your dreams, and probably the love of your life...but it's just Quinn." He shook his head, "you are a smart, sensitive, awesome, sexy guy...and you can do this." He smiled to himself, "yeah."

"Do what?" Quinn asked kind of amused by what she had heard of the boys pep talk (though she had only heard the end).

Oh God, she heard! Sam shook his head, "um, I'm sorry."

Quinn chuckled as she walked over to the couch and sat next to him, she handed him one of the soda's she had grabbed. Sam gave her a small smile as he took it from her, "thanks." Quinn nodded and took a drink of her own now opened soda, "so, you've caught my attention, and now I'm curious...what can you do?" She asked again.

And Sam thought she had forgotten, ha! Yeah right. Sam shook his head, "I uh...well...how are you?"

Quinn looked at him with her slight HBIC glare on, "I already told you, I'm fine." She looked at the floor, to avoid her hurt expression being seen, "and I don't want to talk about me. Stop avoiding it and just answer the damn question."

Sam shrugged, "I uh, well...I want to start a...band?" What! He had no idea where that came from.

Quinn glanced at him before staring straight ahead, "oh, uh...awesome."

Sam nodded, "yeah, and you're artistic," he pointed out.

Quinn turned to him, "and what's that supposed to mean?"

Sam shrugged, "well, I'm-I'm not exactly sure."

Quinn laughed, and the sound was music to his ears. She then smiled at him an actual smile too, not a fake one, "and what would your band be called?"

Sam panicked, nice job Sam, now she's asking about it and you have absolutely no freaking answers! He shook his head, "I haven't actually figured that out yet."

The two blondes sat in scilence a moment before Sam had an idea, "hey, remember when I said you were artistic?"

Quinn shook her head, "it was just a moment ago, but no, I don't remember."

Sam slapped her in the arm lightly, "hey, I am a dyslexic kid okay, don't make fun of me."

The girl giggled, "I may be wrong, but I'm positve that, that has nothing to do with dyslexia."

Sam shook his head, "just stop." He laughed, "anyway, as I was saying, you're artistic and I just realized what that means, you wanna name my band?"

Quinn laughed again, "uh, no. If I did that no sane person on earth would ever listen to your music."

Sam laughed also, "oh, come on, I doubt the name would be that bad."

Quinn set her soda on the table, "I'd rather not try risking it."

Sam took a drink of his soda and set it beside hers, "so, where were you this morning?" He asked, he had decided it'd be best if he changed the subject.

Quinn shrugged, "I had a session with our Reverend today."

Sam nodded, "oh, how's that going?"

Quinn gave him a sarcastic laugh, "well, seeing as my mother never shows up...I'm gonna say that the family therapy is working quite well."

He gave her a small sympathetic smile, "where is your mom?"

Quinn shook her head, "no, idea, she didn't come home last night...she's probably out at a bar drunk with her current boyfriend."

Sam couldn't help but feel sorry for her; she had divorced parents, an older sister who never came to visit or called, a dad who wanted nothing to do with her, and a mother who claims to love her but hasn't done a whole lot to prove it.

Quinn reached over to the table and grabbed the TV remote, then she turned the TV on.

For a while it was the only sound in the room, the two blondes were quiet. However Quinn couldn't help but ask, "are you really starting a band?" Sam chuckled, "no, I came here only to see if you were okay."

Quinn frowned, "well damn, and I actually came up with a band name too."

Sam glanced at her, "really, what?"

Quinn shook her head, "oh, well, it doesn't matter now. You're not really starting a band."

Sam rolled his eyes, he really hated how she could be cute, mean, teasing and secretive all at the same time, "come on, Quinn?"

The hazel eyed girl shook her head, "no." She glanced around the room before her eyes settled on the clock, it was two thirty. She then turned back to her ex-boyfriend, "well I really appreciate this. I'm glad we're still friends Sam."

Is that all? Sam wanted to ask it but he didn't. Quinn stood up and walked to the door. Sam followed. "I'm sorry to just be kicking you out like this, but I've made plans with Santana. We're gonna hang out all day."

Sam smiled, and the Latina claims to be heartless. "It's cool, you have fun," he said.

Quinn smiled back to him, it was that awesome Quinn Fabray smile that she always had, "thanks for coming by." She opened the door and the blonde boy left, although he was leaving much more confident now.

Take that Finn Hudson!

And there you have it, Chapter two. I hope you enjoyed it.

I know it probably isn't as good as the first one but I tried and I'm pretty happy with the outcome.

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