Sam cuddled the beer bottle in his hands. He watched Quinn and Finn arrive together and he felt his heart tighten. Yes he knows he's supposed be dating Santana, hell he even arrived here with her but he didn't have any feelings for the Latina. Quinn Fabray had taken his heart when he made eye contact with her in the girl's bathroom when she was helping him clean out his hair from his slushie ambush.

He took a sip from his beer and kept his eyes trained on the former head Cheerio. He thought she never looked more beautiful in his life. Her hair was down and wavy. She was wearing a a white dress and a dark blue cardigan. He watched as she and Finn made their rounds around the party talking to different people. He saw Quinn tell Finn something before walking off down an empty hall of the house. Sam took one last sip of his beer before following her down the hall (first making sure Finn wasn't looking).

He caught up to her quickly, "Quinn." He called out making her turn.

She had a look of surprise, "Hey." she obviously didn't expect him to be here.

"I'm in love with you."

Quinn looked about as surprised as he felt. He didn't mean for those words to slip out. She shook her head, "Your drunk."

He wasn't. He's only had one beer.

"I know you're with Finn," she went to leave but he stepped around her to keep her from going. "Alright. But you can't expect me to not have these feeling for you."

She shook her head, "Sam you don't love me. I'm your first girlfriend," she was, he told her after their second date. "You never actually love your first girlfriend. Why don't you talk to me when you haven't been drinking." She made a move to leave again.

He side stepped into her path, "No," his voice was firm. "Just," he paused struggling to find the right words. "Look, the way I feel around you I've never felt with anyone else. I've never had-" before he could finish Quinn cut him off.

"Please don't do this." He gave her a confused look, "I'm already-" she looked down at the ground, "I don't need this."

This time when she walked passed him he didn't stop her just watch her leave. He saw Finn try to talk to her but she just pushed passed him towards the door. When the door closed behind her Sam took a giant gulp of the remaining liquid in his beer bottle before going off to get another, his mind set on getting drunk.

~o~

Sam decided the next day, as he and the rest of the glee club got ready for their Ke$ha performance, that getting drunk the day before was a bad idea. The only person who didn't look like crap was Quinn and that's because she didn't touch one ounce of alcohol well she was at the party.

He laid his head on the table feeling as if he was gonna puke any second. He had a ringing in his ears and a headache the size of the Death Star, which was the size of a freaking moon. Mr. Shue walked in asking why everyone looked sick, but no one replied. Sam shut his eyes hoping it'd bloke out the sound that made his headache throb rapidly. Sadly it had no effect, his brain still felt like he was getting ran over by a train.

"Finn, you okay?" Quinn's voice was quiet and soothing and it made Sam want to get up and leave the room as to not endure the "Fuinn."

He Principal Figgins announce the New Directions to the rest of the school and Mr. Shue started shooing them out of the room. Sam didn't really remember the performance. The only thing he remembered was throwing up before everyone in the auditorium had left. The next thing he knows he's sitting on the stage, his legs hanging off the edge, enjoying the quiet.

"You okay?" he turned his head to see Quinn standing slightly off to the side of him with a concerned look on her face.

He nodded, "Finn's in the chorus room."

"I know," her short reply confused him.

The went into an unbearable silence, the blonde boy slowly watching his feet swing, the only noise coming from his heels clanking against the stage. "Everything I said to you at that party was the truth." He felt her eyes on him, but he didn't look up. Instead he jumped down from the stage, "I'll see you later." then he walked away and out the doors his heart feeling heavy.

~o~

A few weeks later Ms. Holly returns to McKinley and things seem to change with her arrival. Somehow she got Brittany and Santana together. Artie wasn't to thrilled about the fact that his girlfriend dumped him and everyone was surprised Sam didn't seem to care, but Santana and Brittany never seemed happier. Mr. Shue and Ms. Holly started dating and co-captaining the glee club together. Sam hadn't had much fun though, mostly due to seeing Quinn and Finn dance together.

A week after Ms. Holly got "Brittana" together Sam got his second slushie facial. He was walking to his car after school, his hair fleshly wet from the shower he took, his gym bag hanging on his left shoulder when Amizo and Karofsky stood in front of him with two cups filled with red slushies. "Hello Lady Lips," Amizo chuckled.

Sam let out a deep sigh, deciding not care over the fact that he was about to get slushied. "If you guys are going to slushie me can you at least let me save my shirt?" It was the shirt Quinn gave him for Christmas. It was a red shirt with the Flash in sigma on it.

Amizo and Karofsky shared a look before nodding. "I supposed," Amizo answered.

The blonde boy set his bag down on the floor before taking off his shirt and carefully placing it inside said bag. Before he stood straight up and starred Amizo in the face he took off his chained necklace holding the promise ring he gaze Quinn and stuffed it into his pants pocket., "Alright, go for it." Before he knew it he felt a chill of red slush crawl down his bare chest.

"See you around," Amizo said as he and Karofsky left chuckling.

Sam shook his head before picking up his gym bag and making his way to the boys bathroom to clean off. He turned on the faucet letting the water warm before reaching into his bag to grab his towel. He was so busy he didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching him.

"Here," a small, fragile hand reached out and grabbed the rag from him. "Put your head under the water," she instructed. He did what he was told trying to find out why she was still here. He was pretty sure she left with Finn a while back. "Why'd you let those guys slushie you?" she ran a hand through his hair to help get the slushie out.

"What else could have I done? Besides it's just slushie?" he felt shivers go down his back every time her fingers went through his hair.

"If it's just slushie why save the shirt?"

He turned to face her and automatically his eyes found her's. She took the rag and started whipping the slushie off his face and Sam thought back to his first slushie facial. "Because you gave it to me."

The answer seemed to take her by surprise. He wondered for a second if she even remembered that she gave it to him but then she said, "That's why I though you'd want it ruined."

Sam took the towel from her hand and started whipping the slushie off his chest, concentrating hard as to not look at her. "In other words you think I hate you."

"More or less. I mean why wouldn't you?"

"A bunch of reasons," he looked up and locked eyes with her again. "Have I ever actually told you why I love you Quinn?" she shook her head. "I love you because even when you have this hard exterior, your eyes always gives you away. I love the fact that even though it may not be right away, you always make the right choice. I love the fact that you stand up for your friends and," he paused, "I love the way I feel around you. I mean when we were dating I always felt like some sort of superhuman. I felt like I could do anything and I always felt special. Besides you never made me feel dumb about the fact that I have dyslexia."

Quinn smiled slightly blushing with every word he spoke, she even gave a small laugh at his feeble attempt at a joke. She took the rag back and cleaned the rest of his chest off, "I love the fact that you've barely known me for a month and practically know me like the back of your hand."

"Better actually," he told her watching her hand move across his chest, clearing the red slush off, "There are scratched on my hand that I have no idea how I got."

She laughed again. The fell into a comfortable silence both just enjoying the others presence. "I'm not dating Finn, I don't think I ever really was."

"And?"

She looked up at him, "I love you."