Chapter 9

Author's Note: I can't believe that I haven't been updating for two months now. I am so sorry. I've been busy with all these school work, application forms, etc.

Ok, enough about why I was gone. Have you guys heard the news that Chord isn't going to return to Glee next season or possibly ever? :( This is so depressing. I mean, what about our beloved Fabrevans?

Despite this really sad news, I hope you guys would enjoy this chapter. :)

I'm really going to miss the adorkable, lovable, amazing, and talented Sam Evans/Chord Overstreet. He's my favorite character. :(

Quinn's POV

After school, I immediately went home. I took a quick shower and put on a plain white shirt, blue knee-length jeans, white tennis shoes, and to top it all off, a white cap.

I sat down on our living room couch for a while before going outside for the second time of the day.

Then my mother walked in, home from work.

"Hi Quinnie.", she sat down beside me and I greeted her by kissing her on the cheek, "What's with the get up?"

"I volunteered for the school's community service."

"Oh.", she paused, thinking, "What made you volunteer? Not that you're not like one who would volunteer, I'm just curious. You would usually just want to do your homework then sleep after a long tiring school day, I supposed."

"I have this… friend. We haven't talked much lately and I heard that he's coming, so I figured that I'd go as well."

"He? So, it's a boy, huh?", she looked at me with a playful smile on her face.

I blushed, "Mom!"

"Oh, come on, sweetie. I'm your mother, you shouldn't be embarrassed to talk with me about boys."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Ok, fine. Maybe you should be a little embarrassed, especially about last year, which we don't really want to talk about now. But as long as he's a gentleman, you know, like Sam - oh, he's such a lovely boy, it's a shame that you two broke up. Well, anyway, I'd be more than happy to know all about your love life.", she ended her short speech with a smile.

"Okay.", I simply said.

When I didn't say anything else, she was the one who asked, "So, if there's a friend,", she drew air quotation marks with her hands while saying friend, "what about Finn?"

"Umm. We sort of broke up yesterday."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetie.", she placed a hand on mine, "But don't you think it's a little bit too early to start a new relationship?"

"Before I answer that question, I think you should know that Finn and I had a mutual break up. We both have feelings for other people and, now, we're still friends.", it felt really weird telling my mom about my relationships, but it felt great to let it out, to release these things I'm keeping inside me.

"Oh. Good to hear that you're in good terms. And feelings for other people?", she asked, concerned.

"He's still in love with Rachel."

"The talented girl who talks a lot?"

"Yep."

"And you?", she smiled, "I assume that this boy you have feelings for is the same boy you're going to be doing community service with later?"

I laughed, "Yeah."

"Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Yes, and you actually like him a lot. You even brought his name up just a minute ago."

"Who, Sam?", my mom really likes Sam for me. I mean, whose mother wouldn't? He's such a gentleman. He would bring food for my mom every time he comes over. When he stays for lunch or dinner, he wouldn't just pull out a chair for me, but also for my mom and my sister.

I just smiled at my mom.

"Oh! You still love Sam?", she excitedly asked.

I think my smile grew bigger before I nodded, "I guess so…"

"Quinnie, that's really good to know. Do you think that he still loves you back?"

"He did actually tell me yesterday…"

She cut me off, "Yesterday? And I'm just hearing this now?"

I laughed, but then my smile faded, "But he doesn't want to get back together, because of what I did."

I told her about how we broke up and how much I regret it.

"Aww, sweetie.", she hugged me, "You know what? We should get you dressed up before meeting him."

I pulled away from her hug, and then laughed under a few tears, "Mom, I'm going to a community service, not a date."

"Right."

"Speaking of which,", I looked at the clock, it's already 4 o'clock, we were all supposed to be there at 3:45, "I'm late! Bye, mom!", I stood up and kissed her cheek.

"Bye, sweetie. You go get 'em!"

I laughed and told her before I left, "Oh, and mom… thanks."

"Anytime.", she smiled.

As I arrived at the park, I saw that they were already cleaning. Except for Santana, she was just sitting on a bench, glaring at Brittany and Artie, while mindlessly polishing her nails.

Mike and Tina approached me. Tina was holding a piece of paper. Mike was holding two broom sticks and he looked like he just got out of a stampede.

"You're late.", Mike told me dryly. He gave me one of the brooms he was holding and walked away.

"Sorry, I just had this family thing.", I told him, loud enough so he could hear.

Tina shrugged, "Don't mind him. It's just, he was teaching Azimio how to properly put the trash in the trash can and, well, he ended up in it."

"Ah.", I looked around the park and spotted Puck, "Wait, why is Puckerman here?"

"I don't really know. But his name was added on the list Mr. Figgins gave me.", she handed me the piece of paper she was holding and a pen, "Speaking of list, I'm in charge of the attendance. Sign right there.", she pointed at the space after my name, "I think we'll be getting extra credit for this, except for the ones who got punished."

I signed and gave it back to her, "Thanks."

"Ok, let's get cleaning!", she smiled, "If you need anything, there are cleaning stuff on the table over there.", she pointed at the table a few feet behind her, "Oh, and don't forget to tell the people around you that you're from McKinley.", she said, sarcastically, and left.

I searched around and saw Sam under a tree, sweeping the leaves that had fallen.

I approached him, "That's an awful lot of leaves, need some help?"

He looked up, "Quinn?", he smiled a little, "Uh, sure."

I took a garbage bag from the table and swept with him.

"So, you volunteered, huh?", he said.

"It really feels great to help, don't you think?"

He nodded, "This is actually my punishment, but I seem to be enjoying it."

I laughed, "Really?"

"Yeah. Especially now that you're here.", he mumbled and blushed, like he just realized that he was just supposed to think that, but it slipped out of his mouth. He often does that, and it's really cute, "I mean, especially now that someone's here helping me.", he let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh.", I sighed. Why won't he just admit it? Oh, yeah, because he got hurt before… by you!

We've been sweeping for about ten minutes and his garbage bag got full.

"I'm just gonna set this aside and get a new one. I think I need to, uh, go to the bathroom, too.", he hurriedly said.

"Sure.", I smiled.

He put the garbage aside and ran to the church's bathroom. I tried my best not to laugh. It's just adorable, how he ran.

By then, Puck approached me, "Hey, Baby Mama!"

"Puckerman.", I continued sweeping, "No offence, but why are you here?"

"I heard that this could get me some credit. I need to get myself outta probation, you know?", he showed me a dust pan, "Did you also know that this thing can be used as a temporary trash can and then when it's full you're gonna have to throw the stuff into the actual trash can? You should really try it."

I rolled my eyes, "You seriously need to participate more on these programs."

"Hey, Puckzilla!", Azimio shouted, under another tree, "Asian boy's teaching me how to use this thingy. You're missing out all the fun!"

"I'll be right there in a bit!", Puck shouted back at Azimio and then back to me, "I'm really enjoying this community service thing. Azimio, too, I think. It's like I'm experiencing another exciting chapter in my life.", he told me while staring into space.

I stared at him in shock, "Is Noah Puckerman really saying this?"

He snapped out of his vision, "Did you say something?"

"No. Well, keep up the good work!", I almost genuinely said.

"Thanks, dude!", with that, he ran towards Mike and Azimio.

Dude? Well, at least it's better than "Baby Mama", I think.

I continued cleaning up for quite a while now and Sam hasn't returned yet.

I noticed that Santana was still just sitting on a bench. I sat right next to her.

"You do know that you signed up for a community service, right?", I asked.

"Who cares?", she replied, annoyed.

I followed her gaze and saw that she was still staring at Brit and Artie.

"Do you want to talk about it?", I asked.

"Do you even know what my problem is?", she bitterly asked.

"It's really obvious, Santana, you and Brit. I know how feel, it's hard to watch the one you love with someone else.", yeah, the time you and Sam were still together, I thought to myself.

"Oh.", she softened up.

"Want my advice? Fight for her and respect whatever her decision will be. You'll regret it if you didn't at least try."

"Why are you being nice to me? I mean, everything I did to you was, you know… not good."

"No, it wasn't. We were best friends, remember? Those were good times, right?"

She smiled a little, "Yeah.", she stood up, "You know what? You're right! I shouldn't just be sitting here and staring from a far like a loser, I should be there and do what Santana does best."

"Hey, slow down there. I didn't say fight literally, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, Fabray.", then she looked at me, "Thanks, and I guess I should say sorry for everything."

"No problem, and me, too.", I smiled, "Now, go!"

She approached Brit and Artie. She started to pull the blonde girl away from Artie, while he just follows them.

"20 minutes left guys!", Tina announced, "And those who didn't really volunteer will get out of their misery… at least for today."

Sam's still missing. I stood up and began to search for him, I got really worried.

I searched around the park, the church, and then, I found him there...

He was standing in front of the wishing well.