Hey guys. Sorry it has taken me so long to right. Year 12, workload, no free time, the usual. But the easter break has finally arrived and I am so happy I have now been given the chance to add on some more. Please review xxx

Quinn turned a corner and looked ahead. She could see Café Délicat a couple of meters ahead of her as well as Blaine, Kurt, Santana & Britt sitting at one it's outside tables, all waiting for her to arrive.

"Sorry I'm late guys." Quinn said as she approached the table, removing her sunglasses and placing her bag beside the unoccupied chair at the table. "A car had broken down. Some of the worst traffic I've ever seen. So I decide to walk the rest of the way." Quinn made her way around the table, planting light kisses on everyone's cheek.

"Interesting." Santana said through the smirk spreading across her face as Quinn sat down on the spare seat.

"A Latte please." Quinn said to the waiter who had approached her once she was seated, before turning to Santana. "Why so?"

"No reason." Santana said casually as she took a sip from her cup whilst eyeing Quinn mischievously.

"Well spit it out Santana, we haven't got all day." Kurt announced, for he like everyone else at the table knew that Santana and Quinn new something they didn't.

"Like I said, no reason." Santana said holding her hands up in defense. "I just find it fascinating the amount of car trouble that Q here seems to be facing these days."

Quinn started evilly at Santana. She knew lunch today seemed like an odd idea. Firstly, Santana organized it, which she never does unless she's getting payed to do so. Secondly...well Quinn knew there was no need for a secondly because when it came to Santana, the first reason was usually good enough.

"Okay I'm lost as usual, how is that fascinating?" Brittany questioned as she pulled her legs up off the ground and sat cross legged on the chair

"Oh, so I guess I'm the only knows what really happened on Quinn's little road trip with Trouty Mouth."

At this point, Blaine, Kurt and Brittany all sharply sat a little higher in their chairs.

"Quinn what is she talking about?" Blaine asked eagerly, leaning over to the blushing blonde

"Well Blaine, let me ask you this." Santana said. "Did Quinn give you reason as to why she arrived back in New York a day later then she said she would?" Quinn could tell Santana was taking great pleasure in agonizing her and yet for some reason Quinn couldn't bring herself to stop her from spilling everything. Instead she buried her head in her latte the waiter had just placed in front of her.

"She said Sam had a family thing on so they decided to leave a day later." Blaine said casually as Santana's smile grew even bigger. "Why is that not what really happened?" Blaine asked, looking directly at Quinn now.

"No I think thats what Quinn wanted to really happen." Santana suggested. "But I can't understand why she would when the real reason is far more juicier."

"Juicier? Juicier how?" Kurt interjected.

"Yeah Q, what happened?" Brittany asked.

"Nothing happened." Quinn said firmly. "And we are dropping this right now."

"No, we are far from dropping this." Blaine said, shuffling his chair closer to Quinn's. "Because unfortunately for you, the group of friends you are surrounded by are quite persuasive."

Quinn said nothing.

"Quinn why wont you tell me the truth?" Blaine asked, a little more quietly so only his best friend could hear. "I thought we told each other everything."

"We do, but not the completely mortifying stuff. And believe me I did want to tell you but I didn't know how'd you react."

"Okay, if you are done with your little private deep and meaningful heart-to-heart, can we move on." Santana interrupted, making Blaine sit back in his chair whilst he still had a quizzical look upon his face. "Quinn you might as well spill because I will the second you leave. And it's better to get it out now rather then later"

The five friends sat in silence for a moment before Quinn spoke.

"Sam and I almost had sex!"

Kurt's coffee projected out of his mouth before he joined Brittany's and Blaine's looks of astonishment.

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"So what happened exactly" Mike asked as he offered Sam a beer.

The two men were sitting in Mike's small Brooklyn apartment. Sam could tell that life as a dancer obviously required sacrifices and he could only think highly of Mike for being able to live like he did. Sam had been broke before and he hated it. But then again Mike wasn't sharing his small apartment with two younger sibling and bickering parents.

"I don't know man." Sam said, accepting the beer and twisting of it's top before taking a gulp. "One minute where getting a motel room to avoid the rain, the next I'm laying on a bed with her on top of me."

"Hot" Mike said, making Sam stare up at him quickly. "I mean...how awkward."

"No." Sam said. "You're right, it was hot."

They both clinked there beers together and took a sip.

"So then what happened?" Mike asked as he got up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen.

"Nothing really." Sam called back. "We went to sleep, woke up, didn't say much to one another." Mike walked back into the room with a bowl of potato chips and placed them on the coffee table. Sam grabbed a small handful of them. "Then we drove the rest of the way in awkward silence. Haven't spoken to her since we arrived yesterday."

"Okay well what did you say when your dropped her off." Mike asked, also taking a handful of chips. "What were your exact last words?"

"I'm not sure." Sam said as he racked his brains. "I think it was something like we should meet up some time before the wedding or something. But what does it matter?"

"Well the fact that you practically asked her out on a date matters."

"What, no I didn't."

"You suggested you should meet up?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean a date."

"It kinda does."

Mike took another sip of his beer, allowing Sam time to process what he had actually done.

"Look, what matters is what she answered back." Mike said calmly before noticing a look appearing across Sam's face. "Oh shit what did she answer back?"

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"You said nothing!" Blaine said in disbelief "What do you mean you said nothing?"

"I mean I didn't say yes or no." Quinn explained while she continued to receive ridiculous looks from her friends. "I gave him the look of maybe."

There was silence at the table.

"C'mon guys, you know what the look of maybe is." Quinn pleaded.

"Of course we know what the look of maybe is!" Kurt reassured quickly

"Hell, I even know what the look of maybe is." Brittany added as she took a sip from her lemonade.

"So what's the issue?" Quinn asked as her friends continued to stare at her.

"The issue is that Sam is a straight man." Kurt informed, placing a comforting hand on Quinn's. "And straight men already have enough trouble understanding the languages and signs women possess and use against them let alone the looks that have multiple meanings."

"Kurt has a point." Blaine said, taking Quinn's other free hand in his own. "There is no look harder to understand then the look of maybe."

"What's this about the look of maybe?" Santana asked, having returned from the bathroom after having Kurt's coffee spat all over her.

"Quinn used it on Sam." Brittany informed, forcing Santana to adopt a look of sympathy on her face.

"Oh Q, the look of maybe. Really?" Santana asked in a slightly condescending tone. "We all know not to use that unless it is in a life or death situation. And Sam isn't exactly the smartest cookie."

"Yes, I'm well aware that Sam is not the equivalent of Einstein, but you don't have to insult him like that." Quinn said defensively.

"Sorry, do you think that would hurt you boyfriend's feelings?" Santana asked.

"Well yes and I'd appreciate-HEY!" Quinn said sternly, making her friends fall into fits of giggles. "HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"

"Yeah yeah, we know." Santana said. "He's a boy who just happens to be a friend."

"Wow, I feel like we're in our junior year all over again." Kurt said once he, Blaine and Brittany had stopped giggling.

"Anyway." Quinn continued. "You say not to use the look of maybe unless it is a life or death situation and you don't think that Sam and I can be considered for that category?"

Quinn watched as her friends slowly nodded in agreement and murmured "I guess"'s and "I suppose"'s. She took another sip of her latte and they all sat in silence for a few moments before Brittany spoke up.

"So are you guys gonna meet up?"

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"Who know's at this point." Sam said pacing the the sitting room quickly whilst Mike watched from the couch. "I mean we are obviously gonna see each other at the wedding."

"And before that for all the rehearsals." Mike reminded.

"Right those as well." Sam said as he sat down on the edge of the couch before shooting straight off it again. "Do you think I should call her?"

"Dude we just went over this." Mike said, sitting up a little. "You asked her out and she replied with what you call this supposed 'look.' My advise is to wait for her to call you."

Sam paused before nodding in agreement.

"You're right, you're right." Sam repeated. "I should just wait for her to call and see what happens from there."

Mike didn't say anything but gave a nod of the head and Sam sat back on the couch. Mike switched on the T.V. and the football flashed onto the screen. The pair of them had probably sat in silence for about a minute before Sam spoke again.

"But do I really want her to call though?"

"Here we go." Mike said silently to himself as he flicked the T.V. off and faced Sam, who had once again resumed pacing

"I'm serious." Sam said, panic surrounding him. "What if it was a subconscious thing. That's possible isn't it?"

"What, you think you just automatically said after dropping her off that you should catch up?" Mike asked

"Yeah, people say that kind of stuff all the time." Sam said enthusiastically trying to convince himself. "'I'll call you', 'we should do this again sometime', that sought of stuff."

"I guess." Mike said unconvincingly, earning another look from Sam "I mean, yes, yes they certainly do."

Sam puffed out a sigh of relief and sat back on the couch and Mike flicked the T.V. back one.

"But what if I do want her to call?"

"OH MY GOD!" Mike said exasperated, throwing his head back as Sam resumed his pacing. Again.

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"Quinn you are not obligated to call!" Blaine said to Quinn who had her elbows on the cafe's table and her head in her hands.

"Blaine I gave him the look of maybe, I need to make a decision." Quinn said through her hands. "And I need to make it soon." Quinn then took her head out of her hands. She had a serious look on her face. "Santana, whens the rehearsal for the wedding?"

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"She told me the 23rd on the flight over here." Mike said

"Okay." Sam said seriously. "That gives her one day to call before we meet up for the rehearsal." He was no longer pacing but was standing quite still as he worked out the situation in his head. "Now, do I want her to call?

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"Only you can make that decision." Blaine said to his friend as she considered whether or not to call her old flame.

"I know I know." Quinn said. She got up from her chair and reached for her purse, pulling out the money to pay for her latte. "I just have a lot of thinking to do."

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"Where are you going?" Mike asked as Sam headed towards the front door.

"I'm going for a walk." Sam said as he pulled his jacket off the coat rack and put his wallet in his back pocket. "I need to clear my head."

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Quinn walked out onto the street and had taken only two steps away from Café Délicat before someone had grabbed her hand. Blaine.

"Hey." He said as she turned around to face him. "From now on, no secrets. Never feel embarrassed to tell me anything, no matter how mortifying it is. You're more then a best friend, you're a sister to me too."

"I know." Quinn said, before Blaine pulled her into a tight hug that Quinn didn't want to retreat from.

"Call me, okay." Blaine said as he pulled out of the embrace and pecked her on the cheek.

Quinn simply nodded and turned away, thinking over everything that had just happened as she began her walk home, hoping to spot a taxi on the way.

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Sam exited Mike's building and made his way along the street, not knowing where he was going and only having one thing on his mind. The same thing that another person in the exact same city was thinking at the exact same time.

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Both their minds were preoccupied with a certain blonde.

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