She stood with her back up against the wall a hand covering her mouth as if it was possibly for him to hear her breathing. Gathering herself she peered around the corner, the door to her and Rachel's apartment wasn't too far down, and she could see him standing there one hand pressed against the door the other was working its way through his hair. He knocked a few more times, and she stationed herself back to leaning against the wall out of view.

"Quinn, please." He begged the door, not knowing there was no one on the other end. "I shouldn't have said that… but I can't help how I feel." He muttered leaning his forehead against the door as he waited. "I can wait here all night." He said hoping that it wasn't going to come to that.

Hearing the desperation in his voice, she almost wanted to crack and see what exactly he had to say to her. No good would come from this, he was getting married, and she was constantly reminding herself of that. She supposed she should have been happy to hear him confess all this. What she had wanted all along was for him to just chase after her, but not under these circumstances.

"Just open the door your being stupid." He said out of frustration as he knocked a few more times, waiting. "Come on Quinn…Please."

Was she being stupid? 'No, you're being rational.' She told herself. As much as she wanted to believe that they stood a chance, she knew how this would end for her. Sam was a good guy he'd do always do the right thing in the end, regardless of how it made him feel. She snuck another peak at him.

Quinn wondered if the feelings she was feeling were normal, she felt angry. She wanted to hate him; and she needed to him to hate her. She couldn't ruin this for him. She was always ruining things. She bawled up her fists at her sides and took in a few calming breathes. Pushing off the wall she tried challenging the old Quinn from her HBIC days.

"Quinn, come on open the door." He muttered into the door, trying to see if he could hear anything on the other side. He was startled when he heard someone near him clear their throat. Turning his head he saw her standing there with an unreadable expression on her face.

She did her best to ignore his eyes on her as moved to the door, she fiddled with her keys trying to open it, and she could feel him staring at her. She remained content acting as if he wasn't even there.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly and when she didn't seem to respond to it he said it a bit louder. "Quinn, would you just stop and talk to me?" He said watching as she continued fidgeting with her keys to open the door.

She didn't understand why the door wasn't opening and she tried her best to keep calm as she jiggled the key back and forth a few times. It was as if his eyes were seeing right through her, maybe had she not been so wrapped up in ignoring Sam she would have realized she was fidgeting with the wrong key.

He leaned back up against the door watching her, waiting for some sort of answer. She seemed determined to ignore him and he couldn't understand why. All of this was messing with his head, and he was sure it was doing the same to her. But she had this effect on him one that even after all these years he couldn't shake. "That's clearly the wrong key." He said after a few more minutes of silent fidgeting from her.

If looks could kill Sam Evan's would have been dead right there. She quickly switched the key opening the door causing him to get off of it, and went to close it behind her when she found his foot blocking her from doing so.

"Quinn, can we just talk about this for a minute." He said as a final attempt to get her to talk.

"What's there to talk about?" She asked her hand resting on the door knob ready to close it again. "I don't want to play these stupid games anymore." She said raising her voice in frustration. "You need to grow up; we both need to grow up." She said pushing out the words, "You need to stop living in this fantasy life that everything is just fine when were together, because it's not." She said placing her hands on her hips. "I don't need you." She said realizing how untrue those words were the moment they left her lips. "And you don't need me."

Judging by the hurt look on his face he believed her. Her eyes were cold as she looked at him, waiting for him to say something. He just moved his foot out of the way and shoved his hands deep within his pockets. There was so much he could say so much he wanted to say. He did need her, but admitting if he admitted that, what kind of person would that make him? He wasn't that person, he wasn't a cheater or a liar yet here he was.

"Why are you so stubborn." He asked looking at her, as she still left the door open as if waiting for him to say something, "This is why we didn't work out in the first place." He said, "You're so stuck on your independence, and doing everything by yourself, you didn't have to do this alone I wanted to be there for you.

"So, maybe I was stupid maybe I should have chased after you but we both had stuff we needed to figure out, I wasn't going to try and keep you somewhere you weren't happy. I didn't think it would end like this." He said honestly.

'just close the door, and that's it.' She kept repeating but her hand didn't seem to want and do it. "Can't you see that's what I wanted?" She got out frustrated. "I wanted you to chase after me."

In the heat of the fight I walked away

Ignoring words that you were saying

Trying to make me stay

I said, 'This time I've had enough.'

And You've called a hundred times

But I'm not picking up

cause I'm so mad I might tell you that it's over

But if you look a little closer

He watched as she slowly began to shut the door. "Wait." He said putting a hand out to stop her again. "I didn't chase after you because I wanted you to come back because you wanted to be with me." He said. "I waited a long time for you to make up your mind, and I can see you still haven't."

She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him he was wrong that she had, and she knew what she wanted but he cut her off, before she could.

He shook his head, "Today was the second time since seeing you I've told you I loved you and you still don't see it." He began waving his hands around for emphasis. "I'm always going to choose to you." He said shocking himself, slowly he went quite.

"Just go Sam." She said, looking at him in disbelief. "Before you say, or do something you regret just leave." She said in an even tone looking directly at him. It was hard not to just fall into his arms and pretend everything was fine, but somehow she managed to stay strong on the other side of the door.

"I never regretted any of this, being with you." He said knowing that he should have felt some remorse about the previous exchanges between the two of them. "I always wanted for it to be us in the end."

"You have a funny way of showing it." She said giving a sarcastic laugh. "You know, marriage to some people is a big deal, and from what I remember it used to mean something to you." She paused for a moment taking in his reaction clearly pleased with her remark. "Now, if you'd excuse me I would really like to change out of these clothes and just go to sleep…" She said giving him a forced smile. "Goodbye Sam." She said finally getting the courage to close the door.

She breathed a sigh of relief once she had actually done it, but left it unlocked. She knew he wouldn't walk in there uninvited, but part of her hoped he might, that this conversation wasn't over between the two of them. 'What is wrong with you?' She wanted whatever was going on between them t end, she didn't want to complicate his life, yet she found herself yearning for some sort of communication with him even if it was arguing anything just to keep him there.

He stood outside the door, staring at the spot where she had once been, as if it was going to open again. He'd possibly made an even bigger mess then the one he was originally in. Hadn't Katie told him to do whatever he needed to do, surely this wasn't what she had in mind when she said that? Finally he had a thought back to his fiancée. Would he be able to let her down when he'd made her such a huge promise? Quinn was right marriage was a big deal, and it used to mean something to him… back when she was his.

I said leave but all I really want is you

To stand outside my window throwing pebbles

Screaming I'm in love with you

Wait there in the pouring rain, come back for me

And don't you leave cause I know

All I need is on the other side of the door.

This is just kind of a short filler chapter; the next one will be up sometime later this week.