Hey, all...

Happy Reading!

"Truth or dare?" Santana barked out.

Quinn's huff of frustration was heard as she asked, "what is the point of this game, it's entirely stupid?"

"You're stupid!" The Latina huffed out mockingly, "now Q, truth or dare?"

Sam was almost sure he remembered this as he listened to the ipod. TV didn't work out too well for him, there was nothing good going on.

"Why do I have to go!" Quinn whipered, though it was also a bit of a shout.

"Because," Santana started, "you are the only one complaining."

He was sure Quinn rolled her eyes after that, "Truth." The blonde answered back.

"Boring," Puck entered the picture (though since it was voices, it was more of a story).

"Truth." Quinn repeated after a moment.

Santana hummed a moment before saying, "Oh, I know...what is your deepest, darkest secret? One that you've never told anyone in your entire life?"

"Wouldn't that be ye old Lucy Caboosy?" Lauren asked.

Sam remembered the look on Quinn's face as she shook her head and said, "I don't like this question."

"See that's not a secret." Santana laughed.

Quinn sighed before she began her secret telling, "okay, so...my deepest, darkest secret...one that I've never told a soul before is..." Sam remembered she shook her head violently before whispering, "I should have picked dare."

"Come on, Quinn." Finn said, "Don't be afraid."

"Yeah, we won't tell anyone." Mercedes voice added.

"Okay, okay," Quinn whispered. "When I was twelve, I-I took my father's car and I drove it into the lake."

"Yeah, right!" Santana laughed, "we're talking deep Q, that's so not deep!"

"Let me finish." Quinn whispered harshly.

"Alright, alright." Mike jumped in, "continue."

"As I was saying, when I was twelve I stole my father's car and I drove it into the lake. As you may know, my father is a lawyer," Quinn said. "He was transferred here and that is part of the reason why we came here...but my sister Frannie; who is eight years older than me was eighteen and my parents are just completely crazy about her, completely proud, you know." She sighed unhappily. "She could drive, obviously because she was eighteen, and she bragged about it all the time...and at business meetings with all of my father or my mother's co-workers they always talked about her, about how proud of her they were. I just wanted them to say something about me." She paused. Sam remembered that she examined everyone's face before finishing the story, "Frannie was Salutatorian...it's not as good as Valedictorian; which I'm hoping I get, but they were proud of that factor. They talked about it all the time. And what was I good for? I'll tell you, I was good for nothing, so one day, I took my father's car and I drove it into the lake...I figured that if I did something bad enough then they'd talk about me. And even though they'd say how bad I was and that would make me go down as the Fabray's bad child...at least I'd be talked about." She finished sadly.

"Wow, it's like the confession in here," Tina whispered.

"Now, that's a secret." Santana added.

And for a moment it was quiet. Sam knew why...after all, he was there that time. They were all looking at Quinn sympathetically.

But someone eventually broke the silence, "Okay, Quinn, it's your turn to pick someone." It was Kurt who whispered it.

Quinn had looked at everyone before saying, "Rachel."

The brunette had squeaked a bit showing that she was indeed scared of what the blonde might asked but she did play along, "yes?"

Quinn sighed, "truth or dare," Sam could tell she was bored.

"Truth." Rachel said, she probably hopped that it would be the safest route.

"Alright...oh, okay, so if this whole Broadway thing doesn't work out for you by chance...what do you plan on doing with your life?" Quinn asked.

It took a while for Rachel to answer. Sam assumed it was because she had never really thought about it before, apparently no one really felt the need to ask her. They all just figured she'd be successful on Broadway, which was kind of an inevitability, but she still had to have something to fall back on didn't she.

"I'd probably try being a radio DJ." Rachel admitted honestly.

It was Quinn who snorted out the laugh; everyone else was trying to hold it in (yes, even Santana) "I'm sorry," Quinn had said looking toward the short diva, "It's just that no one in their right mind would want to listen to you on the radio...not as a DJ at least."

"Oh? And why not?" Rachel demanded.

Quinn had shrugged it off, "well, Rachel...you kind of talk way too much."

"But I..." Rachel had started but she was cut off because Sam was turning off the ipod, his parents had just come into the room and it was around 3:00 A.M. They still got mad at him if he stayed up to late, so as he heard the door unlock he shut the ipod off and laid down completely pretending to be asleep.

"So you liked the movie?" Santana asked.

Quinn glared at her; they were laying in the living room, one on each couch. "You've asked that like...twelve times already." She stated agravated, "and for the last time, yes, I liked the movie...it was pretty good."

They had gone to see Fried Green Tomatoes it was playing at the local theatre, the one that played older movies every once in a while.

"It was good, and I liked it...you should know that already because I have that movie, and it would have been just as easy to sit here in my house or take it over to your house and watch it as it was going over to the theatre and watching it there." She shrugged, "if not easier...plus it's less expensive."

"Please, it wasn't that bad." Santana shot back.

"Yeah, only because you weren't the one paying." Quinn growled before shaking her head, "anyway...just go to sleep, it's 3:00."

Santana sighed, "fine...whatever." She rolled over to go to sleep.

Quinn sighed as well as she looked up at the celing, she had kissed Sam. She had kissed Sam and her heart was tingling and she was excited and the moment was magical, she was completely and totally one-hundred percent happy with herself, with her actions...she loved Sam, and she was finally able to let him know.

In a way that totally worked.

So, it's shorter than the last chapter, the next one will be longer...I promise, it's like five a.m. right now, and I'm not thinking enough so...sorry for the shortness.

Please review, let me know if this story is starting to become...a failure...

...thanks for reading...