Author's Note: I'm planning on just working on Sam's thoughts and flashbacks for a few chapters. Don't worry, his plans of moving on will come into action soon. Oh, and a present day Quinn. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor it's characters.
Hope you'll enjoy!
Saturday mornings, I'd usually greet or be greeted by a text message or a call from her. She'd tell me that she loves me, that she wants to see me. We'd usually go to the park for a picnic, then watch a movie...
My thoughts were bothered by my beeping cellphone. A message from my new girlfriend, who I should be thinking about in Saturday mornings. Not just Saturday mornings, but all the time. Instead, who was I thinking about? Yes, HER.
I read the message.
"Hey Trouty Mouth. Buy a pizza for me and ma lovely friend Britt here at ma hauz, now. Don't keep uz waitin, we might even ask ya to join uz. Yeah, and bring some drinkz 2."
Well, good morning to you, too. I'm really getting tired of Santana treating me like a slave just because I'm this loyal, trustworthy person. Oh, and for the mouth jokes! I'm really not that sensitive when it comes to people teasing me about my mouth, but her teasing is way worse than all the people who teased me before altogether.
I'm not in the mood to tell her, again, that I don't like that way she's treating me. Though, I had to reply.
"Can't, I feel kinda sick right now. Oh, and remember what I told you about the mouth jokes? Yes, THEY HAVE TO END."
I didn't lie about the sick part, because I'm really sick, sick of her. I have all these reasons to break up with her, but there is just one reason not to. Being with Santana helps me show to her that I'm doing fine, that I've chosen the right person to be with after our break up.
I tried to love Santana. I really tried to, but I can't. Not because she's not a lovable person, but because there are these feelings that I have for her still.
Now, my head is aching. Need to get back to sleep.
Sunday morning. I literally got sick yesterday. Does a text message telling a person that you're sick really make you sick? Anyway, my mom gave me vitamins and made me sleep all day. I guess it worked.
I stood up, took a shower, and went down to eat breakfast.
"Morning mom, dad, siblings.", I greeted them.
"We've got names you know?", my 13 year old sister, Stacy, told me.
"Yeah, and I'm Steven!", my 6 year old brother, Steven, added.
We all laughed and I playfully messed Steven's hair.
"Hey!", he whined, "Oh! When is Quinn gonna visit? I miss her…"
Everyone in the room looked at me like I was going to get mad or something. No one spoke about her ever since I told them that we've broke up, but I guess Steven wasn't there.
"Steven, why don't you go and fix your bed. I think I have a special treat for you if you do.", my mom distracted him.
"Yey! Special treat!", he joyfully ran towards the living room.
My mom held my hand, "I guess he didn't know about me and… Quinn."
Quinn. Quinn Fabray. Why have you been such a huge part of my life for just a small matter of time?
Steven was really close to Quinn; in fact, he has a huge crush on her. The same way I did, actually. Love at first sight. His reaction was really funny when he first laid his eyes on her. His eyes became wide, his mouth wide open, and then came a heavenly smile like he's seen an angel. One time, we had to babysit Steven for the whole morning and afternoon. All he did was sit and stare at Quinn.
Steven was sitting on the carpet, smiling at Quinn, while I was cuddling her on the couch.
"Well, this is awkward.", I finally said.
"Yeah, but come on, your brother is so cute!", she winked at Steven.
"You are cute, too and… pretty.", he shyly replied.
Quinn giggled, "Thanks Steven."
"Should I be jealous?", I asked Quinn.
"When he turns 18, I guess you should be.", she answered me, trying not to laugh, but she failed to.
"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?", I started tickling her and she laughed so hard. She fell on the carpet, pulled me, and I fell on top of her.
We started to laugh and then I moved closer, "Sam.", she pointed at Stephen, who was watching them the whole time.
"Why don't we just lock him in a room with a picture of your beautiful self?", I whispered to her.
Quinn laughed, "Sam, he's your brother. I know you can't do that to him. Besides, when he falls asleep, we'll have all the time for ourselves.", she winked at me.
"Ok!", I said with enthusiasm, I stood up, "Who wants to sleep?"
Quinn stood up and nudged me on the head.
"I'd rather stay here with Quinn.", Steven answered without taking his eyes off of Quinn.
"Well, would you like some Mac 'n Cheese, Steven?", Quinn asked.
"Yes, please.", he smiled a huge smile.
"What about me?", I faked a pout at her.
"If you help me babysit your brother properly, then I'll get back to you later.", she winked at me, again.
"You know, winking doesn't really satisfy me.", I joked, "You do it very well, though."
After eating, Quinn and Steven played tic tac toe, race cars, and possibly all the toys he had in his room.
"It was fun playing with you, Quinn, and the Mac 'n Cheese was awesome!", Steven smiled at Quinn for the hundredth time and lied on his bed.
Quinn tucked him in, "I had fun, too, but now you need to get some rest, so next time we'll do this again."
"Next time?", his eyes were full of joy.
"Yeah.", she smiled, sat on his bed, and sung him a lullaby.
As he fell asleep, Quinn gave him a kiss on the forehead and stood up.
Then, I had a vision that one day, she'll be this good of a mother to our children. I snapped out of my vision when she quietly closed the door and kissed me.
"I've been waiting for this all day long.", I told her, "why don't we go back to the couch?"
I carried her, bride style, as she giggled and giggled quietly, trying not to wake Steven up. I placed her on the couch and kissed her, until we heard the doorbell.
I groaned, "Oh, come on!"
Quinn laughed at me, "Maybe next time, Evans.", and gave me another kiss before we stood up to get the door.
I snatched a few more kisses before I opened the door, "Hey mom, dad. Stace! Enjoyed the parent-teacher conference?"
"Well, no, but I did enjoy ice skating after.", Stacy replied.
"Oh, Quinn, thanks for helping Sam babysit Steven.", Sam's mom warmheartedly said.
"No biggie. Steven's such a wonderful kid. Wish I had a brother like that.", Quinn smiled.
"Oh, you will,", I held her hand with the promise ring, "after we get married."
Quinn blushed. "Aww. I can't believe our Sammy's becoming a man.", my mom said, "You know, Quinn, his smile never faded and talked about you the whole night that day when you accepted that ring.", Quinn smiled at me.
"You know what? Please stay here for dinner, Quinn. I'd really like to know even more about you.", my dad finally said as they went inside the house.
My family became really close to Quinn. They treated her like she was already a part of the family. I was really sure about marrying her someday, build a home, and start a family with her. She was the only girl I've ever loved, the only girl I'd been planning of loving. Now, the plan is gone, I need to stop loving her. Why?
Because I still do.
I love you, Quinn Fabray, but I guess you don't feel the same way.
Author's Note: By the way, thank you for those who have reviewed! Even though you're just a few, you've already inspired me to continue in just a matter of minutes. :)