It had been 24 hours since Quinn had arrived back home and the only thing she'd accomplished was filling her parents in on her life in New York. Deciding she needed to get out, she got dressed and took a walk through town. Nothing had changed and that was part of the reason Quinn never came back. It was always the same. The same people worked at the same places, the buildings and stores were all the same, and the only time anyone came or left was either because they were born or they died. It was suffocating living in a small town where everyone knew your business; that's why Quinn liked New York.
As she was walking and looking through her phone she heard someone talking. She ignored the noise, thinking they could be talking to anyone, but the chatter kept getting louder and more deliberate.
"Hey blondie you lookin' for a ride" the voice called.
"We don't see girls like you too often. I'm here to sweep you off your feet" the man called.
Quinn was getting annoyed that he kept going. Finally, she tossed her phone into the bag and turned to glare at the man, "Listen here buddy you can kiss my" that's when she noticed who it was "Ass. Oh my god, Sam Evans!" She ran to him giving him a huge hug. Sam had always been a good friend of hers, and Puck's, growing up. "How are you?"
"Quinn Fabray. Well, well, well, I'm fine but I didn't think I'd be seeing you anytime soon" he answered honestly.
"Yeah well unfinished business I suppose" she replied, not wanting to give anything further away.
"So you finally came here to get him to sign those papers?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"He told you?" she asked, shocked that Puck had told him.
"Q, you were the one who left, not me. Of course I know. He's my best friend. Who do you think drags him out of the bar every time you send them things to him. I knew eventually you'd have to face him for them to get signed," he explained.
Quinn felt a tug at her heart but shook it off quickly. "Well we're not 18 anymore, it's about time this ends," she stated.
Sam nodded not adding anything else. "So how's life been, Miss fashion designer?"
Quinn smiled at Sam, thankful he wouldn't push the subject of Puck and their marriage anymore. "Amazing. I love it up there. You should come out and see me up there some time" she offered.
Laughing he shook his head, "Nah, I'm not cut out for big city livin'," he explained. "But you" he started smirking at his old friend, "I hear you're the newest and hottest designer Quinn Fabray, or shall I say Evans?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
He eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. "How'd you know about that?" she asked.
Sam chuckled, wrapping his arm around his friend. "I do have a computer with high speed internet. And not only that but I hear a certain someone is getting married too?"
"Ah, so you heard about that huh?" she asked shyly. When she realized what he said though it made her look up quickly. "Wait if you know does that mean-" she stopped when she saw his head shaking. "Thank god." she said to herself.
"Yeah. You're gonna have to tell him you know that right?" Sam said.
"Why? We're getting a divorce. I don't need to know anything about what he's up to and he doesn't need to know either" Quinn explained, trying to convince herself that she was right.
"A lot of things have changed. He's not the same guy he used to be Quinn." Sam started before being interrupted by Quinn.
"I've changed to Sam. I'm nothing like I used to be." She vowed.
Sam just shook his head."Fair enough. I gotta go though. We gotta catch up before you head back to your fancy new life," he joked.
"Sounds good Sam. It was good seeing you" she said hugging him and continuing to the bank she was headed to.