AN: Thank you so much times a million if you are reading the last chapter. This IS the LAST chapter to this story. I know it's a bit of a cliffhanger, but leaving stories on cliffhangers is my thing. I just end a story when I feel like it should be the end; even if it doesn't make much sense. So, enjoy the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Quinn and Sam; that's all Glee's.

Happy Camper. Chapter Three: Kiss at the Pool Table. By TakeAndRun.

Quinn woke, blinking as her eyes got used to the darkness of the tent. She must have slept through most of the day, but at least her head wasn't that bad anymore. She slowly got out of her sleeping back, looking around, and slipping her flip flops on. Voices lingered outside, and Quinn could see the campfire's light coming through her tent.

Outside, her friends were surrounding the fire, eating burgers and hot dogs. Some of them waved and called her name as she passed by and she gave them a small wave, acknowledging their presence. She came to the camp with them, yet she hadn't spoken to any of them since last night. Subconsciously, Quinn made her way to the arcade, enjoying how much more quiet it was at night then during the day; only the once and a while person went running passed her, and they were pretty quiet.

Inside of the arcade, Quinn only had a little trouble finding Sam, who was at the pool table, hitting the balls into their holes like a pro. She smiled at how good he was, walking towards him, and tapping him on the shoulder. When Sam turned around to see who it was, his face broke into a wide grin.

"Hey Quinn, how are you feeling?" he asked, and Quinn smiled at him.

"I'm doing better. My head doesn't hurt as much." She said, and Sam smiled again, glad she was doing better. "Are you playing with anyone?"

"What?" asked Sam, distracted by the quick change of subject. He looked down at the pool stick in his hand. "Oh, you mean this? No, no; I'm just practicing."

"Could I join you?" Quinn asked shyly, not really knowing how to play, but wanting to spend more time with Sam. She took one of the pool sticks off the wall, and came back towards Sam, trying to act like she knew what she was doing.

"Do you know how to play?" he asked her. Quinn laughed nervously.

"No. Can you help me?" she asked, and Sam joined in with her laughing. He came closer to her.

"Sure. You just got to come closer." Sam told her, and Quinn leaned toward the pool table like she had seen people do in the movies. She felt Sam's body heat around her as he crouched down, helping her position the pool stick at the white ball.

"Relax." He commanded, feeling the tension in Quinn's body. Quinn tried to relax, but she was getting more nervous by the second with Sam's body touching hers. "Now concentrate. We're going to try to hit the four. Focus in on the ball, get at the right angle; we're going to try to hit it into the far right."

Quinn wasn't very sure what Sam was talking about, but she liked how his breathe was hitting her neck, so she didn't say anything. Quinn hit the white ball, watching it zoom across the table, hit the four ball, and watching the four ball roll into the far right hole. She shouted in jubilation, jumping once and throwing her arms around Sam's neck. He held her in an embrace smiling just as big as her, liking the way how her body felt against his. He wondered if they could just stay this way forever.

Realizing that she was practically on top of him, Quinn quickly pulled away, looking into Sam's eyes. Before she could think about what she was doing, Quinn had her lips pressed against Sam's in a messy kiss. Sam's hands went to cup Quinn's face, as Quinn let his tongue into her mouth, letting their tongues massage each other's. She didn't want to pull away from the kiss, loving the feeling of Sam's lips.

After who knew how long; it might have been seconds, minutes, days, Quinn and Sam pulled apart, smiling brightly at each other.

"Sorry about that." Quinn said, her face going a shade of hot red. She pressed her hands against the pool table, wishing Sam would say something. She had the nervous feeling in her stomach that said Sam didn't like the kiss.

"Don't apologize. It was…perfect." Sam told her, pressing his hands on the pool table as well. He smiled at her, and Quinn returned it shyly. "I really like you, Quinn"

Quinn bit her lower lip, hardly being able to believe that this was happening to her. Sure, there had been guys who thought she was hot and dated and made out with her, but none of them were like Sam. None of them were as sweet and accepting as Sam was, and he liked her. Someone as awesome as him liked someone as mean as her. She could hardly believe it.

"I like you too." Quinn said honestly, and Sam smiled, clearly happy to hear it. She looked down at her feet, suddenly feeling very nervous.

"Well then, why don't we stop playing this and go for a boat ride?" Sam said cutely, and all Quinn was able to do was nod her head and let Sam take her hand, dragging her head first outside. She was completely aware that she was leaving Massachusetts in a little more than a day, but she didn't care. She had Sam with her now, and right now was…well, it was right now.