"Q," Someone called. Quinn turned around and found herself...disappointed that it wasn't Sam. It was Finn.
"Hey," Quinn whispered.
"Um, where's Sam?" Finn asked.
"He's around. I don't know. I kind of miss him," Quinn said it to play the part but...she felt the truth of her words as soon as they tumbled from her lips. Finn pouted.
"Why are you even dating him?" Finn asked.
"Because he cares about me and he's funny and he has a great voice and he's an amazing football player and he plays the guitar. And most importantly I like him," Quinn got defensive and she found that she actually meant what she said, sort of.
"I can play drums and sing and I play football. And I care about you," Finn muttered. Quinn placed her hand on his chest.
"I know. And I miss being with you Finn but you aren't Sam. And I really like him. Finn, after what I did to you I don't think there's a way to go back," Quinn said softly and she was honestly heartbroken as she told him this. Quinn felt tears in her eyes. She ran until she collided with someone. She looked at who it was. Sam stood there, looking concerned for her. She started crying into Sam's shoulder.
"I hurt Finn so bad. I lied to him. I slept with his best friend. What kind of person does that?" she cried. She felt Sam's fingers soothingly run through her hair.
"You just made a few mistakes. It's gonna be okay Quinn. I'm here for you," Sam whispered into her ear. Quinn's sobs lightened at his words. His arms wrapped around her until she stopped crying completely.
"Thank you Sam," She whispered. Sam smiled.
"Any time, Q" Sam offered.
Quinn sat at home, wondering how long it would take Puck to get the balls to ask her out. She sighed, rolled over and pulled her blankets over her. Her dreams were, not surprisingly, of Sam.
In the dream they were walking down the halls of WMHS, holding hands. But they didn't speak. They would laugh and smile at each other but they never spoke. Then Quinn kissed Sam and his voice flooded her mind. He wasn't talking, since his lips were pressed to hers, but she could hear him and respond to him and she was crying. She was crying but they were tears of joy.
Quinn woke up slowly, confused and a little bit creeped out by her dream. And she was overcome by a strange urge to have Sam kissing her again.
Quinn paused, she stood up and looked in her mirror. She locked eyes with her reflection.
"I love Puck, I love Puck, I love Puck," she repeated. But when her head hit the pillow and she was dreaming again...Sam was the one she was holding and kissing.
Sam was the one drying her tears and telling her everything's gonna be alright.
Sam was the Hero.