Sam smiled as Quinn came towards him. It had been two weeks since Quinn had mentioned being a fake couple or mentioned Puck or Finn. He couldn't help hoping that maybe she wanted to be with him. She kissed him lightly on the lips, the eyes in the hallway staring at them. She'd become so accustomed to have Sam holding her and kissing her.
"How about tonight, after the football game which we might just win, you and I go see Harry Potter seven part one? I pre ordered tickets and it's opening night," Sam smiled. Quinn eyes widened.
"Oh my god? You got us tickets on opening night?" Quinn asked. Sam nodded.
Quinn felt like a real couple when she was sitting in the theater next to Sam, having him smile at her whenever she laughed and look nervous if she had tears in her eyes. She felt like a real couple when Sam drove her home. She sat down at her desk and looked at her phone, which was humming with tons of text messages.
"Quinn?" a stubborn but soft voice called out. She was alone in the glee room. Puck came in. She twirled her blond hair around her finger absently.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Quinn I get that I wasn't the best boyfriend to you but watching you with Sam has really made me realize what I did wrong," Puck started. Quinn stood up straighter, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"What?" she asked.
"Quinn, I want you to give us a second chance," Puck grumbled. Quinn smiled.
"How nice of you, Puck. Let me go tell Sam," she said. She found Sam alone in the hallway.
"Sam? Hey. Guess what? It worked," Quinn said with satisfaction.
"What worked?" Sam asked.
"Our plan to get Puck to go out with me," Quinn reminded him.
"Oh. Oh. Right. Um, well...congrats," Sam's voice cracked with pain.
"Sam?" Quinn asked at his hesitancy.
"This isn't fair," Sam said bitterly.
"What isn't fair?" Quinn muttered.
"This! You can just walk away whenever you want without any pain. Quinn, I can't walk away," Sam hung his head.
"Sam, the whole point of this relationship was to get Puck back," Quinn murmured.
"It was. Next time you have a plan, don't make the stupid guy fall for you," Sam muttered.
"I didn't mean to! Sam, please don't be angry. I don't want to lose you as a friend!" Quinn pleaded. Sam stood up and looked her in the eye.
"You should've thought of that before," he said stiffly and walked away.
Quinn felt hot tears trace lines down her face and her chest rose and fell with heavy sobs. The pain in her chest was unbearable. Her lips trembled and she couldn't speak.
"Sam, don't go," She managed to croak out hoarsely. Sam left the building, not looking back. Quinn sunk down onto the floor, alone and sobbing. She didn't hear Puck's footsteps.
"Quinn? What happened? Did the blond freak insult me?" Puck asked as he tried to help her up. She pulled away from him angrily.
"Don't touch me! And don't talk about Sam like that!" she sobbed.
Quinn had pushed him away. She had been blinded by ambition and now...he was gone.
She realized that she loved him.
But she realized it too late.