Quinn walked hand in hand with Sam out of the school, he looked at her with an adoration that she had never seen before. A month and a half since she ripped out his heart, and now she was giving him all the love she felt. A hand ripped her and Sam apart.
"Dude, just because she lets you in does not mean you are the king of the castle. I broke down her walls before you. I am the king who sits on the throne. I am her guy," Puck told Sam angrily.
"Puck, lay off him! Stop it! I am not your property," Quinn yelled at him, why did Puck have to love her when she could only ever love him like a brother? Sam glared at Puck.
"You need to leave," Sam grumbled.
"What?" Puck demanded.
"You're hurting her," Sam muttered and pulled a very sad Quinn, gently to the car.
Once she was back in Sam's arms she felt relieved and happy.
"Sam, I'm sorry about that," she said sincerely. Sam shrugged.
"Eh, it's no big deal. I'd punch Coach Beiste if it meant protecting you," Sam said. Quinn smiled to herself.
"You are such a smooth talker," she teased him and he kissed her nose. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up bridal style and carried her to her car. Sam set her down and then put his hands in his pockets. He blushed and looked down.
"Sam?" she asked him.
"I was -uh- wondering...well. You see my dad has this sea-side villa in Italy and we're going in two weeks for spring break. And, uh, you see...I was kinda wondering if you wanted to come?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You want me to spend two and a half weeks with you, in Italy?" Quinn asked incredulously.
"Is that weird?"
"NO! Sam, that's the single most amazing, and romantic thing anyone has asked. Of course I want to come!" She said, kissing him lightly.
"You're really beautiful when you're happy," Sam grinned.
"You are so...ugh!" Quinn whined playfully .
"Amazing? Romantic? Hot? Athletic? Talented? Ooh, how about Charismatic?" Sam suggested. Quinn rolled her eyes and pulled Sam's hand into hers.
"How about...all of the above?" She said between kisses. Then she pressed her forehead to his gently.
"See you tomorrow morning?" She asked.
"Always," he smiled and she hopped in her car. She started the engine, rolled down her windows and and started to pull out.
"QUINN! I LOVE YOU!" Sam called out.
"LOVE YOU SAM, I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW!" Quinn replied, blowing him a kiss.
Sam was on his bed, smiling almost wistfully to himself. If Quinn tore his heart out a thousand times but he ended up with her, he'd live through it.
Quinn Fabray was worth a bullet in the stomach, as long as he lived.