-1Once Quinn had left, Mr. Schuester thought it would be best if glee ended too. "Um, guys, let's just call it a day."
The members seemed to agree as they silently gathered their things and walked out of the choir room. Puck didn't know where Quinn had gone off to, but he knew it didn't matter. She needed her space, even Sam had been able to see that, and he wasn't going to push her. He was the last one left in the room, when Mr. Schuester gave a strong pat to his back.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better now. I'm glad I got to see how well taken care of she is. I got to see what she looks like. I think it was what we needed...me and Quinn."
Mr. Schuester nodded and patted his back one more time.
"You're a good person Puck and you've really stepped up these past couple of months. I'm proud of you."
Puck nodded and grabbed his back pack.
"Thanks Mr. Schue.", and with that he left.

When Quinn had run out, she went straight for her car. She almost hadn't made it in before she broke down. She couldn't help it, the tears coming in floods down her angelic face. All she wanted to do was get away from the pain she had suffered through last year, and yet she now found herself sobbing in her car just as she had done a year ago. Quinn felt as if the weight of everything she had tried to ignore had just collapsed on her and now she was breaking.
After a while, her tears stopped and her breathing steadied. For the first time in a long, long while, Quinn drew a heavy breathe and had let go with ease. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and now she was ready to face her problems, head strong.

She turned on her ignition, and headed towards her house. The car ride was silent, Quinn never turning on the radio. She needed to concentrate on what she was going to say to a certain boy she planned to talk to that night.
When she finally got to her house she ran inside. She knew her mother wasn't home, and she was grateful she wouldn't have to try and explain the happenings of the day until later.
Quinn and her mother had been getting better at working on their relationship, but they still weren't %100 yet. Both ladies had ignored the problems that lay before them. If they didn't talk about it, it wasn't real. With that their relationship suffered, never seeming real.

Quinn took a quick shower, and threw on a pink pastel dress, a gray cardigan, and slipped into gray flats. She let her wet hair stay down, knowing it would dry into curls soon. She then sent the boy she was meeting up with a text message saying she was coming over, and ran out the door. The quicker she got there, the quicker their conversation would start. Quinn had been waiting for this for a while, she just had hadn't realized it until now.
She got in her car and soon enough she was pulling into the drive of said boy's house. She walked up to the front door, but before she could knock it opened.
In one swift movement, Quinn was enveloped in a tight hug. "Quinn" Sam whispered into her hair. Quinn moved her still arms around Sam and closed her eyes. She didn't know if it was the guilt or her just trying to be nice, but she grabbed onto him tighter. They stayed that way for a while until Sam dragged her inside. He closed the door and immediately turned around to kiss her. When Quinn didn't kiss him back, he broke it and looked at her a little confused. She looked at him with eyes that could only mean one thing: it was time to talk.
"Let's sit in the living room."
She followed him and they sat on the couch. She took a deep breathe before she spoke.
"What are we doing Sam."
He threw his head down in disappointment and quickly brought it back up.
"Quinn, don't ruin it. Please. We have a really good thing going."
She tried to speak up, but he interrupted her placing his hands on her shoulders.
"I gave you that ring because I love you, Quinn. All this stuff that happened today was a stepping stone. Now you can finally move on from everything. Now you can be with me, fully. "
He was only trying to be sweet, Quinn repeated in her head over and over. Then why was it getting kind of annoying.
"Sam, you know you don't love me."
"But I do Quinn."
"Can we be honest here. Please ?". She said it as nicely as she could.
Sam sighed.
"Why don't you believe me."
"Our relationship is based on popularity, reputation."
Sam seemed shocked at her words.
"It isn't for me. I genuinely care about you."
"You care about your reputation, just as much as I did."
"Where is this coming from." He got up from the couch. Quinn stayed.
"I realized things today, Sam, things that I needed to figure out. I can't keep pretending anymore. I'm done."
Same stared at her.
"Done with us?"
She looked at the pictures on the coffee table in front of her. It was of a 10 year old Sam with his mom.
She stood up and spoke in a soft tone.
"When I first met you, I was trying to rehabilitate my image. You were the quarter back, you were cute, you were sweet, so I thought why not. He won't hurt me, he'll be there for me, and he's the star quarter back. I was using you to help me build up my ignorance."
He looked down, hurt by her words.
"After Beth, your emotions are probably all over the place. Why don't you just calm down and we talk about it."
"Sam, you compared giving up my daughter to dying your hair." Her voice was calm.
She placed a hand on his cheek.
"I am so grateful for you being there for me all this time. I needed you in my life when you were and you treated with kindness and respect. But you don't want someone like me in your life."
He knew there wasn't any hope. His first real relationship was ending before his eyes.
"You want someone who is going to be there for you. You need a relationship that's not based on image."
He looked her straight in the eyes and nodded slowly. He grabbed her hand that was still placed on his cheek, and held it as he closed his eyes.
"You're right, but it doesn't mean I don't care about you...When you find yourself, remember me and see if you feel differently."
She gave him a sad smile and pulled out of his grip.
"I think I should go."
He pursed his lips and put a hand on her back as he lead her out. Before walking out the door, she gave a small wave. Words didn't seem necessary.

She got into her car and drove off. She wasn't upset as she should have been, instead feeling relief. She tried to think about Sam and what just happened, but her thoughts kept drifting to one person: Puck. She needed to talk to him, he deserved that. He had been so...gentlemen like today. She couldn't believe she was associating Puck and gentlemen in the same sentence, but too many things had happened for it to shock her. When she pulled into her drive way, she knew she needed to see him. To much had happened today to be ignored, and she couldn't help but think she missed him.

She started her ignition again and knew her destination would be the Puckerman's apartment.

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