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So here's chapter 6, enjoy!

Quinn and Santana paid for the movies and CD's and left the store, "where to next, Fabray?" The Latina asked.

Quinn shrugged and took a look around, "I don't know...I picked the store, how about you pick the next place?"

Santana gave her and eye roll but she nodded anyway, "well I'm hungry, so hows about we get our eats on?"

Quinn quirked an eyebrow at her, "your grammer truly amazes me."

The raven haired girl just smiled, "hey, we's be goin' to breadstix."

"You chose who?" Rachel growled.

Finn shook his head, he was beginning to think that this was a really bad idea, "uh...Quinn."

Rachel gave him a cold laugh, "really, Finn? After everything, you chose her?"

Finn shrugged, "w-well I told you I wanted to be friends with her."

"Yes, and being friends with her is fine, but just friends...you said nothing about bandmates!" Rachel yelled. She was definitely glad her fathers weren't here to witness all of this.

Finn sighed, "look, Rachel it's all about friendship, that's all it will be with us. This will help me get back into her life as her friend."

"I think it's more than that!" Rachel seethed.

Finn gave her his confused look, "wait, what?"

Rachel stepped toward him waving her hands frantically as she talked, "you know exactly what I said. I think that this is your attempt to get Quinn back, you realize that you still love her and that is the only reason you've decided on choosing her."

Finn chuckled a bit, "Rach, that's ridiculous...I'm the one who broke up with her!"

Rachel nodded, "yeah, and whose idea was it to choose Quinn?"

Finn didn't answer he just darted his eyes around the room. Rachel nodded, "yeah, see...that's how it is...you always do this. You mess up everything, you can't even tell me the truth." She shook her head as she bent down to pick up the sponge.

Finn stared at her with disbelief, "Rachel, I am telling you the truth...I don't love Quinn. I love you, I only suggested Quinn because I want to be friends with her, I don't want to lose her again...and you know Sam has feelings for her, it'll help him get close to her again."

Rachel put the sponge in the sink and them pushed him toward the door, "and you picked her, that's a problem." She opened the door and pushed him outside.

Finn stared at her for a moment before saying a line he wished hadn't slipped out, "we only picked her because you said we couldn't pick Santana."

Rachel gasped and slammed the door in his face.

Finn looked up at the dark sky, "that's not what I meant at all," he stated before muttering, "I really have to think about what I say before saying it."

Santana and Quinn reached the restaurant and asked for a table for two before the waitress led them to a booth, "may I get you something to drink?" The lady mumbled, obviously bored with her job.

Santana nodded, "I'll take some coffee."

"I'll just have a diet coke," the other girl said.

The waitress nodded before walking away. Santana looked at Quinn a moment as they sat down, "hey, so, I know I said I was gonna stay over at your place tonight, but Brittany texted me while we were at that store asking me to come over." She paused a moment before shrugging, "I think she might want to talk about us."

Quinn sighed before giving her a small smile, "it's fine San, you go talk with Britt."

Santana gave her a look of concern, "are you sure?" She felt bad about leaving Quinn, she was her best friend, and this was a time of need for her...maybe it wasn't right.

The blonde gave her a full smile, "of course I'm sure, there's no need for both of us to be miserable."

Santana considered it before nodding, "alright, but...save those movies until tomorrow...I'll be staying with you then."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "oh, you will?" She asked.

Santana rolled her eyes, "yes, I will...and I don't want to arrive there just to find out that you've already watched those movies without me."

Quinn nodded, "and how can we be sure that Brittany won't ask for you again?"

Santana shrugged, "simple, I'll tell her tonight that I am staying with you tomorrow."

"Will that work?"

"Fabray, I will be back tomorrow...I'll even leave Thirteen with you tonight that way I have to come back and get it tomorrow."

Quinn chuckled, "okay, okay...I believe you."

The waitress came back with their drinks and a tray of breadsticks, "what else can I get for you?" She asked in her monotone voice.

"This is fine, the rest of your food sucks," Santana stated mimicking the waitresses tone of voice.

Quinn laughed, "yeah, but keep the breadsticks coming!"

The Latina nodded in agreement before the waitress turned away.

An hour later Sam found himself walking around the block...or at least he thought he was walking around the block, however when he finally looked up from staring at the ground he found that he was on the sidewalk infront of Quinn's house. He shook his head and laughed, "unbelievable," he whispered. "No matter what I do, I always come back to you."

He gave in to that fact and decided to walk up her walkway and sit on her front steps, he knew she wasn't home but he would wait...and even if she came home with Santana he would talk to her still. It was like fate brought him here.

Quinn and Santana had finished eating their breadsticks about twenty minutes ago and were now just down the street from the blonde's house when they stopped at the corner. "Would you like me to walk you to your front door?" Santana asked chivalrously.

Quinn laughed, "it wasn't a date Santana!"

The Latina laughed as well before shrugging, "still."

Quinn shook her head and looked behind her friend, down the street a little way was where the ditzy blonde lived, "no, you go on and go over to see Brittany."

Santana smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow Q." She said before leaning in for a hug (Quinn and Brittany were the only two she would ever hug...unless it was a relative). Quinn hugged her before saying goodbye and she and Santana went their seperate ways.

Sam stood up when he saw the blonde turn toward her house, "hey," he greeted.

Quinn was looking at him confused, "how long have you been there?" She pointed to the stairs.

Sam shrugged, "not long...about five minutes...where's Santana?" He asked when he noticed no one was following her up the walkway.

Quinn stopped walking when she was right in front of him, "she had to do something...why are you here?"

"I have to ask you something?" He said it kind of fast, and kind of nervously, which got Quiinn thinking the wrong thing.

She shook her head, "Sam...I'm not ready for another relationship."

Sam looked at her with wide eyes before shaking his head, "no, no, that's not what I want to ask!"

Quinn sighed with relief, "oh, good...okay."

Sam realized she was holding a bag and went to grab it before directing her to sit on the stairs. Quinn let him take the bag and sat down before he sat next to her. Sam sighed, "I've decided that I am going to start a band." He set the bag down in the space in front of them before looking at her.

Quinn looked around a moment before asking, "are you just saying that again?"

Sam shook his head, "no, I've talked to Puck and Finn and..."

"Finn?" Sam could hear the pain in her voice as she whispered the boy's name in question.

Sam nodded, "w-well I'd need a drummer."

The blonde girl looked at him, "well, you and Finn are kind of friends." She stated slowly.

Sam nodded, "yeah, and well...there's something else."

Quinn shook her head, "if this is about the band name you'll have to wait until I remember it, cause I'm not sure I know it anymore."

Sam chuckled a little before shaking his own head, "no, it's more than that."

"What does that even mean?" Quinn asked.

"Well," Sam cleared his throat, "we uh...we need a lead singer who's sexy and we all kind of picked you."

Quinn's eyes widened at the word 'sexy' and she stared at him in surprise, "did you just call me sexy?" She asked.

Sam who thought he had offended her shook his head frantically, "no, no, that's not what I meant at all! I just mean that we picked Santana, but Rachel said no to her so we went on and picked you."

Quinn nodded, "oh, so you think Santana is more sexy than me?"

What! Sam shook his head again, "no, not at all."

Quinn raised an eyebrow at him, "and that means?"

Sam shook his head in defeat, "I-I just...I..." He was at a loss for words.

Quinn gave in and started to giggle, "relax Sam, I'm just kidding."

Sam looked at her, "I really hate you, you know?" He smiled at her.

Quinn gave him a wicked grin, "you do not."

And we'll end it there, hope it was good! I'm kind of pleased with it.

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