Chapter 6: Samcedes
Chapter song: "Three Little Words" – Nat King Cole
Time: August

AN: There'll be some French language in this chapter; there's a translation of it after each sentence in the square parenthese: []

It was Monday afternoon and Quinn had just received her first major assignment in her social studies class. She went out in the school yard and sat down at a table to get it done. There were a few other students sporadically placed on the asphalt enjoying the sun while doing their worksheets. Quinn didn't recognize any of them so she pulled out her assignment paper and studied it carefully. Social studies wasn't difficult for her, so she wasn't really stressed about this despite it would have a large impact on her final grade.

Pretty quickly her eyes started hurting from staring at the white paper. I should've brought my shades, she mused while she tied her blonde hair in a ponytail as her neck had already gotten a little sweaty.

After relaxing for a moment, waiting for a cool breeze that never came, she pulled out her social studies book and began looking up the key words of the assignment. As she ran her finger down a page in the book, she noticed movement in front of her. She looked up and into the eyes of Santana Lopez.

"Hey man eater,"

"Hello Santana." Quinn sighed, not really in the mood.

"So tell me: how does a French guy French kiss?"

She was wearing a very low cut top and as she leaned across the table Quinn had a full view of her dramatic cleavage. Suddenly, the blonde felt a lot more aware of her own modest bosom. She instinctively yanked her own dress up a bit, not interested in exposing as much skin as the girl sitting across from her.

"I already told you, I didn't hook up with anyone in Paris. I went there with my mother, for Christ's sake."

"Uh-uh Q, I'm not talking about Paris. I'm talking about that cute French guy right here in Lima, Ohio."

"Wh-what?" Quinn stuttered slightly confused. "Oh, Augustin."

"Yes, Augustin!" Santana grimaced trying to parody Quinn's French accent. "What do his lips taste like? Snails?" She asked teasingly.

"Oh god, Santana. He's barely been here a week and you seriously think I've already made out with him?" Quinn scoffed not even paying attention to the slightly racist comment her friend had just made.

"You don't need more than a week to determine whether or not you want to hook up with someone. And he sure made his mind up at the last glee rehearsal."

"What do you mean?"

Santana smirked. "Oh please Q, you're the smart one of us, so don't play dumb. He was totally checking you out the entire time."

"San, I really don't think he-"

"Yes he was," the Latina interrupted. And if you could stop staring at Sammy boy, you'd see so yourself."

"I was not staring at him" Quinn spat while furrowing her eyebrows.

"Yes, you were. Come on Quinn, you practically fainted when he and Mercedes walked into the choir room. Plus your face turned green as soon as he put his arm around her. Everybody saw it."

Quinn bit her lip in anger and looked away as she felt the tears beginning to gather in her eyes. Man, I really should've brought my shades, she thought once again as she tried to blink away the tears.

Santana backed off slightly when she saw the hurt look on her friend's face.

"Why do you care so much about him now?" Santana asked

"I don't, it's just…" Quinn gazed at Santana. "What do you mean 'now'?"

"Well, you really didn't seem to care when I went out with Sam. And I was all up in your face back then. Mercedes doesn't even look at you, she's too scared of hurting you."

"I did care back then. But your relationship didn't hurt as much as theirs do."

"Why not?"

"Because…" Quinn shifted her weight slightly, unsure how to continue. "I hated seeing you with Sam because I missed him and I felt like you had betrayed me. So I was jealous but that was it."

Santana squinted unable to understand Quinn's point.

"Basically I knew you two didn't love each other. As much as it hurt seeing the two of you together, I knew you weren't going to last. Sam was only with you because of the sex and to get back at me. And you were only in it because of…"

"Yeah yeah, I had my reasons," Santana finished not wanting to talk about her problems with Brittany back then.

"Exactly. You didn't love each other so in some way I knew I still had a shot." Quinn sighed. "But now, when I see Mercedes with him, I'm not so sure anymore. I see them holding hands, whispering sweet nothing to each other, caressing each other… but in a non-sexual way. Simply in a loving way."

Santana scooted over next to her friend and put an arm around her.

"I know he's not in it for the sex, 'cause Mercedes isn't easy. And he doesn't even look at me anymore. He only looks at her. He's done with me, Santana." Quinn looked her friend in the eyes as the tears began falling out of her own.

"But you're not done with him."

"Yes, I am. I've cheated enough in my life; I'm not going to break up any more relationships. Not my own nor anybody else's. Especially not Mercedes'."

"Do you still love him?"

"No. I don't know. I don't think so."

"Gosh, Quinn. You're a mess." Santana stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. "You know what? Now I'm going to put a little lip gloss on you..." She pulled out a rose colored tube from her purse and applied a bit of the sticky substance to Quinn's lips with her index finger. "…and make your cheeks a little rosy…" she playfully pinched Quinn's cheeks making the blonde girl giggle a bit. "…and then I'm going to tighten up your pony, like you always told me to do when we were cheerleaders." Santana put her arms on Quinn's shoulders and was just about to push the ribbon upwards, when she paused before pulling the ribbon away. "No, you know what, we are just going to let it hang loose. Shake your head a bit, so it falls more naturally,"

Quinn did as ordered and then smiled at Santana.

"There we go," she said. "There's my little man eater."

They hugged and Santana stood up. "Now if you'll only stop obsessing over Samcedes, you'll notice there are plenty of cute guys out there just waiting to be consumed." And with that, the Latina walked away.

Quinn's smile faded somewhat. Samcedes? Oh god, they already have a name. They already have a name. She pulled out her baby pink notebook. Santana is right. I need to stop thinking about them. If they broke up tomorrow, would I even want to get back with Sam? Even more important, could I do that to Mercedes? God no. So just stop. Stop obsessing.

She flipped through her notebook until she found a clean page. I'm Quinn Fabray and I will not let this get me down. I've been through a teenage pregnancy god damn it, I think I can handle a stupid break-up. And thus she began to write: I don't care about Samcedes. I don't care about Samcedes. I don't care about Samcedes. I don't care about Samcedes. I don't care about Samcedes.

She had filled up approximately half a page when the bell rang and more students started to appear in the school yard. Quinn looked up just in time to see Sam exit the school building – alone. Huh, this is the first time I've seen him on his own since we started Quinn thought.

As Sam looked around, his eyes caught his ex-girlfriend sitting alone at a table right in the middle. She was wearing a light grey dress and the wind was playing with her golden hair. And she was looking right at him. He suddenly felt the urge to talk with her.

For a moment it actually looked like Sam was heading towards her. Quinn held her breath, wondering if she should wave at him or just do something. But before she could do anything, Mercedes had walked up to him from behind.

Sam immediately turned around and embraced his girlfriend, eagerly pushing a kiss against her forehead to forget what he had just felt looking at Quinn. What were you planning on saying to her, dude? 'I'm Archie, but I don't know if you're my Betty or my Veronica'? Let it go, man, Sam thought while hoping Mercedes hadn't noticed what he'd been looking at before she came.

Quinn quickly dropped her gaze downwards when she saw them kiss. She had decided not to curl her hair this morning, as it looked longer in its natural straight condition. Though now she regretted bitterly as it's so much easier to hide behind curls. I like having straight hair, but it's completely useless when you can't stop crying and your ex-boyfriend is making out with his current girlfriend a few yards away.

With that she continued her writing: I really don't care about Samcedes. I really don't care about Samcedes. I really don't care about Samcedes. I really don't care about Samcedes. I really don't care about Samcedes. I really don't care a-

"Bonjour Quinn," a friendly voice said behind her.

She turned around and saw Augustin, the exchange student, standing behind her. She let out a small grin. "Bonjour Augustin. Comment ςa-va?" ["Hello Augustin. How's it going?"]

"Ça-va bien, merci. Et vous?" ["It's going fine, thanks. And you?"]

"Très bien, merci." ["Very good, thanks."]

"Vraiment? You look… how you say… triste." ["Really? You look... sad"]

"O-oh." Quinn stuttered, embarrassed that he could see it. "It's nothing, I'm fine." She tried to put on a genuine smile, but feared it wasn't good enough.

"Pas de mes affaires," the French boy smiled and sat down next to her. ["Not my business,"]

Quinn immediately slammed her notepad closed, but that only drew his attention towards the pink book.

"Qu'es-ce que c'est?" ["What's this?"]

"Un bloc-notes – a notepad."

"Ouai, je sais," Augustin replied while laughing. "Qu'es-ce que ςa?" he said, pointing to a couple of lines written with a blue pen at the cover of her notebook. ["Yeah, I know. What's that?"]

"Oh that. Song lyrics, uh, paroles de chanson."

"Hm," he said turning the notepad slightly so that he could read them. "'They tell so sincerely what no other words tell half so clearly.' I don't understand."

"Je ne peux pas le traduire. Il s'agit d'amour; de dire 'je t'aime'. C'est un chanson de Nat King Cole. Do you know him?" ["I can't translate it. It's about love; about saying 'I love you'. It's a song by Nat King Cole. Do you know him?"]

Augustin shook his head.

"Un artiste très célèbre américain. Je l'ai écrit il y a longtemps." She couldn't exactly remember when she had written it down, she just knew it was a long time ago. ["A very famous American artist. I wrote it down a long time ago."]

"Quinn," he said seriously. "I will thank you for help me. I am happy for it." He said slowly.

He must have been practicing this, she thought.

"My parents, they are old. Alors, they see TV all days. They no speak to me."

Quinn couldn't help but smile a little and so did Augustin, as he continued: "So I need help. Un tuteur. Pouvez-vous m'aider à nouveau?" ["A tutor. Can you help me again?"]

"You want me to be your tutor?"

"Oui, c'est ca." ["Yes, that's it."]

"I don't know, Augustin." A blonde American teenager spending her afternoons tutoring an enchanting French boy with a heavy accent and a mysterious look to his eyes? Oh god, this is more of a cliché than me and Finn dating in sophomore year, she thought. But then she looked into his eyes and she saw something familiar. He looked lost. Lost and lonely. She recognized that look as she had seen it so many times looking at her own reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly she felt herself nodding. "Okay then."

"Vraiment?" ["Really?"]

"I-I guess. Sure, I'll be your tutor."

"Merveilleuse!" He exclaimed. "Mecredi?" ["Great! Wednesday?"]

"Wednesday," she corrected him. "And yes."

He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before standing up and walking away.

She looked down at her notebook and suddenly she remembered when she had written the song lyrics down. It had been the day Sam had given her the promise ring. She had considered telling him that she thought she loved him back, but she never got to it. Sighing heavily Quinn picked up her things and went inside the school.

Thank you for reading!
First of all I'd like to thank you all for your extremely kind reviews! The amount of reviews for the last chapter was definitely far beyond expectations, I truly appreciate it! Also I'm very pleased with you welcoming Augustin (who we will get to know better eventually) and bearing over with my French. Sorry it's been a while since I last updated, but I've been on vacation far away from my beloved laptop. When I came home this morning I was welcomed by all your wonderful reviews (seriously, I'm not exaggerating, you guys are making me ecstatic!) and the news that Chord Overstreet is coming back - sensing some (if not all) of your dear readers are Fabrevans-shippers, you must be very excited. I know I am! Do you think that Sam and Quinn will start dating again or do you think he's returning as Mercedes' friend or a rival to Blaine or... what do you think will happen?
The 7th chapter will appear before Sunday night, I promise thou. 'Till then, my friends, 'till then!