Hey everyone. So most of you have been asking where Sam is. "I promise" you all that he will be showing his face at the end of this chapter/beginning of the next. I just wanted Quinn to have a little intro. Sam will probably get a few chapters dedicated to himself as well.

And while on the subject of glee, I watch episode 1 of season three. LOVED IT :)

but anyways, back to the story.

enjoy.

At least an hour had past since Kurt had proposed to Blaine, and Quinn was starting to feel pretty drowsy. She, Santana and Brittany had bid goodbye to the newly engaged couple five minutes after they had announced their engagement before they slipped home to celebrate privately. Santana was giving last minutes instructions to her assistant about cleaning up the marquee, so Quinn and Brittany were waiting for her at the entrance.

"Do you wanna come out with San and I, Q?" Brittany asked. "We were thinking we might hit up a few clubs to party away the stress of the launch being over."

"Thanks but no thanks Britt. I'm so tired I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. Tonight has seemed to be to eventful for me" Quinn said as hugged her arms together to keep warm. "And speaking of which, you were freaking amazing on that runway."

"Thanks Q" Brittany replied. "However I think my song may have been upstaged by the proposal."

"Yeah you're probably right." Quinn said. "But hey, you grinding up against Blaine certainly made the gap between the two smaller."

Both of the blondes began to giggle as Santana walked up to them. Quinn could tell she was exhausted. She had circles under her eyes and her hair had been pulled into a loose ponytail for comfort. But still, she managed to plaster a smile onto her face as she approached her friends.

"Finally done!" Santana said as she reached the girls. Quinn looked behind Santana with a confused look.

"Um San." Quinn began as she looked back at Santana with the same look. "I don't know if you know the definition of done...but that isn't it."

Both Brittany and Santana turned around and gazed into the marquee. There were chairs cluttered everywhere, champagne glasses and bottles cluttered the floors and tables and half of the staff were still cleaning.

"Oh please Q." Santana said as she turned back to a skeptical Quinn. "You don't expect me to clean up. No my job is to build a project from nothing and then to supervise. I leave all the boring clean-up for my assistant. She's under the impression it will allow her to climb higher in this industry. But it actually allows me to use her as my personal maid.

Brittany snorted at Santana's last words while Quinn just shook her head even though she was unable to hide a slight smile. After a few seconds of deserved laughter, Brittany linked her arms in Quinn's and Santana's and they were off walking. Quinn suddenly had an epiphany and turned towards Santana.

"Hey, did you know Mike Chang was here tonight?" Quinn asked.

Santana shook her head. Apparently her assistant was in charge of hiring the serving staff as well. Quinn started wondering what Santana actually did for this launch.

"You're kidding, he didn't even say hi." Brittany complained

"You've kept in contact?" Quinn asked turning to Brittany

"Yeah, after he moved to New York, we ran into each other at a dance class" Brittany answered. "I felt so bad about his divorce."

"Hold up." Santana interjected. "Asian and Other Asian were shacking up?"

"What?" Brittany said. "No, Mike and Tina broke up before they left for college. He wound up with some blonde real estate agent who was visiting New York for a seminar. It was love at first sight according to Mike."

"Oh please." Santana retorted. "There ain't no such thing."

"Thats how it looks. Apparently they got married but then she cheated on him so they made like a banana and split." Brittany concluded

"Proving that there is no such thing as love at first sight, soul mates and all that other garbage." Quinn said as she took off walking again

"Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa." Santana said as she and Brittany ran after Quinn. "Where did that coldness come from, Ice Queen?"

Quinn stopped walking a turned back to her friends. She ran a hand through her hair and took a breath before crossing both hands firmly.

"No where. I just never see anyone being forever in love with one individual person for the rest of their lives." Quinn informed

"Oh what a load of shit." Santana said. "You of all people I know are the most 'loving love type of person' I know." Brittany nodded in agreement.

"No, I like romance and flirting." Quinn rebutted. "But I do not believe in love forever."

Quinn went to keep walking before Santana called out to her.

"Well thats not exactly true."

Quinn stopped walking but kept her back to the two girls. She heard their high heel's approaching from behind before they were both standing in front of her.

"Is it Q?" Santana asked

"That relationship was never destined for greatness." Quinn said, a tone of slight anger audible in her voice. They should know she didn't like talking about...him. "Plus I don't see him here today. So it mustn't have been a relationship for the ages."

"True." Brittany said, walking slightly closer to Quinn. "But the people you dated after the two of you broke up were easy flings, not forevers. And come to think of it, you haven't been dating in a while."

"Well I'm sorry, I've been busy" Quinn reasoned, throwing her hands in the air. "It isn't easy starting a business from scratch. But you wouldn't know that would you? No, you're always off partying and taking dance classes whenever you feel like it. And your definition of work is either wearing designer clothes in front of a camera or walking them down a runway."

"Hey Q, take it easy." Santana said, stepping between Quinn and Brittany, the later looking somewhat offended. "We weren't trying to make you pissed."

"I know you weren't. I just..I." Quinn began to say. She brought a hand to her head and took a deep breath to calm herself. She then turned to Brittany "I'm sorry Britt. I didn't mean to snap at you."

She went in to give Brittany a hug which was accepted. When they parted, Santana clapped her hands together.

"Fan-freaking-tastic. Now who is up for some partying?" Santana asked both the blondes before hailing a cab from the sidewalk.

"You know I am." Brittany said as she opened the door of the cab that had just puled up beside them.

"Great." Santana said. "Quinn, howz abouts you?"

"She said she is to tired. Which is understandable, considering most grandmas are in bed by six and it is way past that bed time." Brittany teased

"Actually, I could do with a drink, if you don't mind?" Quinn asked as she walked closer to the cab's door, giving Brittany a little slap on the arm as she did.

"Sure. Less money for me to spend on this cab and more for me to get wasted." Santana said as she followed Brittany and Quinn into their ride.

The entire cab ride, all Quinn could do was think about her little tiff with Brittany and Santana. It wasn't so much the fight that annoyed her but that it was the subject of it that did. She kept thinking about it in the back of her mind and she couldn't seem to get it out of her head. The cab then came to abrupt holt out side a club. They payed the driver and then walked up to the front entrance, passing the queue of people anxiously waiting to enter the club, some of whom boo'd and yelled at them for doing so. Quinn then grabbed Brittany's shoulder to grab her attention.

"Um Britt, I don't think a club such as the prestigious ToXiC will just let us in." Quinn said. "Especially if we are not on the list."

"Well lucky for you, you know someone who does nothing but wear designer clothes in front of a camera or down a runway for work." Brittany said, raising an eyebrow and smiling, before turning towards the club's bouncer."

"Hey Mickey, hows it all going?" Brittany asked. The bouncer known as Mickey merely nodded. "Great. Hey you wouldn't mind letting me and my friends in would you?"

Without even a moments thought, Mickey opened up the club to them. "Anything for Brittany Pierce and co."

"Co.!" Santana said raising a finger. "Excuse me honey, but do youz be knowin' whoze I be?"

"Thank you so much Mickey." Quinn said quickly, pushing Santana into the club out of Mickey's sight before he could respond, Brittany following. "Don't mind her. She just ah...um...hasn't had sex in a while, thats all. It makes her hormones out of whack." Quinn gave a nervous laugh before stepping into the club

Half an hour inside ToXiC and Quinn was no longer tired. In fact, she was wide awake and slightly tipsy. She and Brittany were sitting in a booth alone. Santana had left them a few minutes ago with a random guy to sit in a more private part of the club. Apparently he was some kind of yoga instructor, which excited Santana because that meant he was probably "really bendy."

As Quinn sat there sipping her 5th cosmopolitan, Brittany leant over to her. It was obvious that she was slightly intoxicated as well.

"Hey Quinzie?" Brittany asked, her speech slurred as she spoke. "What made you bring ups Mike Changidy Chang before?"

"Oh, well Britt-Britt." Quinn said before stopping to think. She tried her best to rack her brain, but all she didn't seem to be able to hold onto a a thought long enough. "I...um...I can't remember."

"Ha." Brittany yelled before dramatically pointing her finger at Quinn. "I think someone has had to much to drink." Brittany then immediately slipped of her chair. Quinn didn't notice. She was to busy staring at the dance floor full of bodies dancing against each other.

"Hey Britt." Quinn yelled over the thumping music as Brittany hoisted herself back onto her chair. "I'm gonna go dance." Brittany wasn't paying attention. She was now to occupied with guy she had just noticed at the end of the bar. So Quinn made her way onto the dance floor alone.

A few minutes in and Quinn had let loose. She was dancing with complete strangers she had just met but she didn't seem to care. She just moved her body to the pounding beat with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. So much enthusiasm she whacked her hand into the guy behind her, slapping him hard in the face.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Quinn apologized as the guy turned around. He has rubbing the side of his face.

"Hey don't worry about it, It can happen to anyone." The stranger said, giving his head a slight shake to focus himself. "Hey are you alright?"

The man had stopped stroking his jaw for he had just noticed Quinn's sudden change in expression. Her face was paused in shock mode and she stood as still as ever. The man Quinn had just hit had pure blonde hair that looked ever so familiar to Quinn causing her to remember that last time she had ever seen such hair like his.

Quinn was in the choir room sitting on one of the chairs. She was dressed in her maroon graduation robes. She hoped he would come. She needed him to come. Then she heard someone enter the room. Quinn looked up and gave a small smile.

"What do you want, Quinn?" Sam asked as he remained in the doorway, also in his graduation robes. Quinn could tell he did not want to be here.

"I thought you weren't going to come." Quinn said, not answering Sam's question.

"Well seeing as it is our last day, I probably won't see you ever again." Sam said, leaning on the doorway.

"Yeah that is sad." Quinn said, getting up from her chair.

"I didn't say it was sad." Sam said, making his way over to one side of the piano. Quinn felt slightly cut by this comment. But this was no time for water works. This was her last chance.

"I'm sorry I tore you away from your family." She said as she approached the opposite side of the piano, placing her hands on top.

"Quinn, can you please speed it up." Sam interrupted.

"Right." Quinn said, walking around to Sam's side of the instrument, keeping one hand on the top of it as she walked to him. Sam did not make eye contact with her. He continued to stare straight ahead at where she had been standing. Quinn reached his side and look at him. She took a breath.

"I want to be with you again." Quinn announced, hoping that Sam would turn around at this revelation. He did not. So Quinn continued.

"We used to be so strong. Everyone envied used to envy us. Our love and passion for one another used to keep us attached at the hip." Quinn pleaded as she turned Sam's shoulders towards herself so we would look at her. "You can't say you don't miss that. That you don't missing being with me."

Sam simply stared at Quinn, who had tears glistening in her eyes. But he would not be swayed.

"Your right Quinn." Sam said as he removed her hands that still clung to his shoulders as if for dear life. "We used to have all those things. Emphasis on the 'used to."

Quinn backed away as Sam spoke. But still he continued, crushing her heart into pieces as he did.

"Things will never go back to how they used to be. You betrayed me, broke my heart. You cheated on me."

"A year ago" Quinn cried

"WHATS THE DIFFERENCE?" Sam yelled, making Quinn jump. "When you cheat, the time you did so isn't taken into consideration." Little tears started to fall from both of them now. "I gave you everything. And you threw is back in my face." Sam concluded softly.

Quinn just stood there, continuing to cry. Sam stood there awkwardly as the girl he once loved started to break down. Quinn then pulled something off her right hand.

"Then you will probably want this back then." She she sobbed as she thrust something into his hand before running out of the choir room. Sam simply stood there, staring down in to his hand which now had the promise ring sitting in its palm.

"Hey lady are you still with us?" The stranger said as he clicked his fingers in front of Quinn. Quinn snapped back in to reality suddenly, opening and closing her eyes to regain her thoughts.

"What...um...yeah." Quinn said "I probably have just had to much to drink. I gotta go." Quinn took off back to her booth. "Sorry about the slap." She called behind her.

Quinn returned to her booth, where Santana was sitting alone, sipping a margarita.

"Where did Britt go?" Quinn asked looking around.

"Oh she's off getting her mack on with some guy she met at the end of the bar." Santana informed glumly taking a gulp of her drink. "Just like I was before the guy's wife called him to come home."

"Oh that nice." Quinn said, not paying the slightest attention to what Santana had just said. She picked up her bag and made sure all of its contents were still there. "Hey San I'm gonna head off. I'm not feeling to good."

"Oh." Santana said, putting her drink down on the table and picking up her bag as well. "Let me get Britt and we will be out in five."

"No, you guys stay. I just have a bit of a headache. Don't let me ruin you evening." Quinn reassured

"Are you sure babe?" Santana asked, still standing.

"Yeah I'm sure." Quinn said as she started to walk backwards. "Stay and have fun. You deserve it. Tell Britt I said bye." She then turned and headed towards the exit. She heard Santana yell a goodbye and Quinn raised her hand in the air with a wave. She then reached the doors that opened as she approached.

"Thanks Mickey." Quinn said as she walked by the bouncer. She hailed a cab, gave and address and within twenty minuets she was exiting it again, paying the dirty cabby. She made her way up her steps towards her town house and unlocked the door, switching the lights on. The place was still a wreck but looked even worse in Quinn's drunken gaze for she saw double of the mess. She gave a groan as she put her bag on the side table near the door. She looked down to the floor and saw an envelope all on its lonesome addressed to her. Quinn picked up the letter and tore it open.

Dear Miss Quinn Fabray

We wish to invite you to the William McKinley High School 5th year reunion for the class of 2011.

We hope you can attend to catch up with old friends and colleagues for what is sure to be a truly fantastic night.

The date for the reunion is the 16th of February. Please R.S.V.P by the 13th.

I hope to see you back in the old high school halls.

Sincerely

Rachel Hudson

Quinn looked up from the letter and pulled out her phone as she walked up the stairs to check the date. Today was the 10th, which meant the reunion was next week.

"So thats what Mike was talking about." Quinn thought to herself. She was suddenly surprisingly excited for this reunion. She could not wait to see everyone again. She had not seen Mercedes or Tina in such a long time. She couldn't even remember the last time she spoken to Artie. And Rachel and Finn must had gotten married...well that was to be expected. She would be seeing Mister Schue, Miss Pillsbury and-

Quinn gasped as she suddenly thought of her ex while standing outside her bedroom door. Seeing Sam again was no doubt going to be awkward. What would he do when she saw him again. Yell, scream, possibly murder? Quinn gave a little yelp as she sprinted to her bed and jumped straight onto the it, burying herself in the covers.

"Next week so definitely going to be sufficiently awkward." Quinn thought as she pulled a pillow over her head.

Hey guys, hope your enjoying. I promise to all the Quam fans reading this (Which is no doubt everyone) that Sam is in the next chapter. Do not fret, Trouty Mouth is on his way.

Please please please review and feel free to give suggestions of what you would like to see happen in the story

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