Sam Evans was the last one to walk into the choir room and when he did everyone turned to him. He trained his eyes to the floor and took his seat the farthest possible from everyone. He already knows what they're gonna ask. He knows they're gonna ask if it was true if he went on a date with Santana and truth is he did, or at least it started out as a date.

When both he and Santana got to Breadstix they both had the full intention of it being a date but when they got there they both just weren't all there. Sam was still completely head over heels for Quinn and Santana was pinning over her best friend Brittany the only person she was ever really nice to. They sent the whole night talking about the people they were in love with and they even split the bill something Sam was very surprised about. When the night ended Sam wasn't sure if he and the Latina were friends or what.

The blonde boy heard Mr. Shue walk in and finally decided to lift his head. When he looked up he could feel a pair of eyes still on him, when he turned to see who it was he found out it was none other then Quinn. He saw in her eyes that she was sad and curious, probably wondering like everyone else what had happened that night. Maybe wondering what Puck had wondered (who came up to him that morning and bluntly asked him), if they had had sex.

"Alright guys," the Spanish teacher clapped his hands together. Sam raised his hand, "Yea Sam?" Everyone turned to the blonde's direction.

"I have a song," there was no hesitation in his voice.

Mr. Shue nodded, "Okay."

Sam got up and walked over to Brad, the piano player, and told him the song. He moved to the center of the room, directly in front of Quinn and waited for the music to start. "I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen and she left before I had the chance to say the words that wound mend the things that were broken. But it's far too late she's gone away." Everyone turned to Santana, obviously thinking this was about her but Sam's eyes stayed on Quinn, "Every night you cry yourself to sleep thinking why does this happen to me?"

No one really knew how Quinn and Sam broke up they just ended up showing up to glee one day and not sitting next to each other. Everyone just knew from that moment on Sam and Quinn where no longer Sam and Quinn.

The truth was that they had had a fight about Finn and just went their separate ways. They were at his house and before she made it to the front door he tried to stop her from leaving, asked her to stay and forgive him. She continued her way ignoring him and left for her house not waiting for the words to leave his mouth.

"It's not over tonight, just give me one chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night I won't go home without you." He continued to sing till the music died then with one last fleeting looked at his ex-girlfriend he left the room leaving the rest of the glee members confused and mystified by his actions. Before anyone could do anything the ex-head Cheerio got up as well and chased after him.

The hall ways were empty except Sam's fleeting figure and Quinn's still one, "Sam!" the boy in question stopped yet did not turn around. She caught up to him, standing in front of him. She looked into his eyes trying to figure out how to word what she wanted to ask without sounding rude.

"I didn't sleep with Santana," his voice was quit and reassuring. It answered her question without her having to ask it. "We went out but as friends, it didn't go any farther then that."

"Why are you telling me this?" she said it before she could fully comprehend her thoughts.

"You deserve to know. Just because we're not dating doesn't mean I still don't love." His voice was filled with such certainty she had a hard time not believing him. "And even if you are dating Finn, that won't ever change."

She shook her head, her heart fluttering in her chest, "I'm not dating Finn." She reached for his hand, "And I don't want to go home without you."