A/N: Dear Darling readers. Thank you for the reviews on the previous chapter. And for the song suggestions. I am taking this story slightly slowly and dragging it out a bit but I feel it's better to do that than to rush it through. I had to change a little something in the first chapter because initially it had said that Quinn's mum would be back later that night but of 'course she wasn't back the next day, so… Ok, so Thank you for reading and please review with any song suggestions or just regular suggestions for this story. I really have been taking this one chapter at a time so if you have ny ideas which you'd really love for me to incorporate in the story- please do ask.

Hope you enjoy this chapter

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all except for my wild imagination and any spelling / grammar errors x

The next day started early for Quinn. It was a Saturday and during her days as a Cheerio Quinn had become used to early-morning jogs during the weekend to get the day started- but now that she wasn't a cheerio anymore and felt no real need to be in a perfect shape all the time; she usually just slept in until around 8. This morning however Quinn's routine was slightly broken when there was a knocking sound coming from her window.

Quinn woke with a start and glanced over at her bedside alarm clock; her greatest enemy on school days; it was just 5:32am, why would anyone be up so early throwing stones at her window? She begrudgedly got out of bed and walked over to her window pulling the blinds open and looking down to see a sight which about knocked her out there and then…

Sam was always up and about before 5:15am during the weekend. His Saturday morning routine included a nice, long morning jog(more like run) with his dad to a park where they'd feed the ducks a little before returning home to work out a little more. He had gotten used to it since the time he had lived in Tennessee and nothing had changed when he'd moved to Lima, Ohio and had gotten a spot on the Football team at WMHS. Looking fit and keeping his abs in a good shape were forever his biggest goals. These days however, Sam wasn't sure whether he jogged (ran) on Saturday mornings to keep fit or whether it was just so he could get out of that motel room for a little while. It was way too stuffy in there and he wasn't usually one to complain much but living in a one-bedroom motel room with 4 other members of your family could really bring out the worst in a person; so he had become extremely grumpy and irritable lately and would easily just take out his annoyance on his brother or sister or anybody else who came in contact with him and then use 'I'm living in a freakin' motel room with four other freakin' people; give me a break' as an excuse. Don't get him wrong, he loves his family a lot and has no idea what he'd do without them- but he's really beginning to notice that he loved them a lot more when they all had their own rooms and the only times he had to deal with them was at Dinner every night. Not only that but Sam was beginning to realise slowly how much he was actually missing out on now that they had no money. It had hit him hard the other day when the Glee Club had simply just gone out to get ice-cream after a late afternoon practise and he couldn't go with because he had to get to work; not that he could have gone either way though because he hadn't even had enough money for an ice-cream.

So all of this had led to a grumpy, complaining Sam who now realises that he really just needs the Saturday morning jog to clear his head. This specific Saturday morning however was a little different as Sam ventured on a different path than usual. He was lonely on his jogging trail ('cause his dad was still 'home' sleeping after returning home late due to a long drive to an unsuccessful job-interview) and had spent a few minutes thinking of who he could ask to go on a jog with him. He could have asked Finn, but he still wasn't sure if Finn and him were on good terms. He could have asked Mike but well, Mike and him weren't really friends at all. He could have asked Puck but he suspected he would be hungover from a late Friday Night. Artie was out of the picture because well, Artie couldn't really run. There wasn't anyone else in the Glee Club that Sam was really well acquainted with. Well, there was Quinn, but Sam didn't want to trouble her. She had been a real big help to him and his family when they had hit rock bottom and Sam would be forever thankful to her for all she does for them, but he wasn't exactly sure if they were on a 'jogging partners' level of friendship just yet. He had seen the effect Finn's constant speculating had had on her. She had come over the night after the first newspaper report; to babysit and Sam had instantly noticed her puffy red eyes. He hadn't questioned it though, it wasn't any of his business but, he felt slightly guilty knowing that it was his secret that she was keeping from her boyfriend. His secret that had caused her boyfriend to suspect she was cheating and in return cause tears to run fall out of her pretty brown eyes. He wouldn't want to put her in an awkward position now; isn't jogging more of a thing you do with someone other than the homeless dude you're trying to help anyways?

But Sam's mind would never find out because he's heart had been guiding him all this time as he looked up from his path to see a little mansion he knew as the Fabray residence. While trying to muster up the courage to knock on the door Sam began to think of all the excuses he could use as a reason for why he was there. The first being that they had a duet and he hadn't really thought much about it the last night (which was a lie because he had actually been up almost all night thinking about what to sing) and maybe if they ran together they could talk about it more. If Sam were to really be honest- he was nervous about the duet. The last time they had sung together was at Sectionals when they were still together and Sam would, of course, never forget the first time they had sung together for the duet competition. Could this possibly be a sign from the Gods, giving them a chance to re-do it all? To start over and not make the same mistakes again? Maybe it was, but Sam wouldn't want to find out because he knew for sure that although his feelings for Quinn may have remained, he was certain hers had passed by. She had cheated after all, right? That kind of meant she was done with him, over him, felt no attachment to him at all, wanted nothing to do with him thereafter. Yeah, his feelings were by no means reciprocated.

When Sam had finally built up enough courage to knock on the door he realised that Quinn's mum wouldn't be too happy seeing him there. Sam wasn't sure why, but after the break-up Judy Fabray had been giving him odd looks. He knew for sure that Quinn and her mum weren't close so it probably wasn't because they'd had a heartfelt conversation about how Sam had broken Quinn's heart (it was actually the other way around) and Quinn now hated him. Then again, she was after all a mother, and all mother felt a little bit of hatred towards their children's exes... Most mothers actually, because Sam's mum loved Quinn too bits. Going so far as to have called her "an older daughter that this family really needed" when they weren't dating! Sam had scrunched up his nose and made a funny face as soon as the words were spoken because firstly, wasn't he enough? And secondly, Quinn was his ex- she could by no means be a sister to him!

So instead of knocking on the door, Sam went over to the window he knew to be Quinn's and picked up a pebble, aimed just right and threw it. He secretly prayed it wasn't too hard of a throw because god forbid he broke her window trying to wake her to come jogging with him. When there was no response Sam contemplated just jogging on his own but he was there already so he might as well try a little harder, so he threw another pebble and when that pebble had landed safely on the ground he decided to wait a little. The Sun was shining brightly and it really was very hot and Sam could feel the sweat build up on his chest so he removed his T-shirt, clumped it into a ball and stuck it into the back pocket of his shorts then bent down on one knee to pick up another pebble and was in the process of throwing it when he saw the blinds being pulled up and the window being pushed open.

Quinn was still sleepy when she opened her window and had to blink a few times to adjust to the light shining through her window coming from the Sun. She stared out her window, looking straight ahead for the culprit who had awoken her then realised her stupidity, because really- no one would be flying up in the air throwing pebbles at her window, so she looked down and was pretty taken back by what she saw. Quinn had to shake her head, blink her eyes and rub out all sleepiness from her eyelids a few times before she believed that this wasn't a dream and Sam Evans was really kneeling outside her house, throwing pebbles at her window- shirtless! There had been a lot of things that had drawn Quinn to Sam at first, some being his dorkiness, his adorably big lips and his lemon juice bleached blonde hair but the main factor had definitely been his abs. It really was like a dream come true seeing him there outside her window because, yeah she dreamt of him throwing pebbles at her window in the middle of night and when she'd run down to meet him- he would engulf her in a warm hug then pull her into a breath-taking kiss before kneeling down on one knee and asking so solemnly "Quinn Fabray, will you do me the honor and marry me?"(All done with him being shirtless of course). So yeah, this was a dream come true and Quinn almost lost all vocabulary as soon as she saw him until he grinned up at her sheepishly and waved like a little boy and she was knocked back into the present-the one where she and Sam were nothing but acquaintances-going-on-friends oh, and duet partners.

"Sam? What're you doing here at 5:30 in the morning?"

"Well... You see. I needed a jogging buddy 'cause my dad couldn't come with and I'm not sure who else I could go to so..."

"You woke me up at 5-thirty to come jog with you?"

"I thought maybe you'd need a jog." Nice One, Idiot!

"I- what? Sam are you trying to imply something?"

And now Sam was speechless and feeling like a fool. Quinn didn't need to jog at all. She was in perfect shape.

"No. No! Not at all. Oh Gosh! I'm sorry. Sorry I got you up so early, it was stupid of me. I'll just go" Sam turned to leave but Quinn's voice stopped him. She didn't really know what she was doing 'cause in all honesty she didn't feel up for a jog but this was Sam...

"Sam, hold on. It's fine. I would love to go on a jog with you. Well, not just with you- I'd love to just go on a jog, but with you is fine too. You know what, just give me 5, maybe 10 minutes and I'll be down."

Sam chuckled 'cause trust them to get to tongue-tied when around each other.

"Sure. I'll be right here."

Quinn quickly closed her window, pulled down the blinds and then walked over to her cupboard to pick out something to wear. As she was in the process of pulling out her favourite purple tank top Quinn caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the inside of her cupboard door and was horrified to find that she looked scary. She had a terrible case of bed-hair with her hair sticking up in all the wrong places looking more like a bird's nest, there were still traces of sleep in the corner of her eyes and skin looked slightly oily from all the treatment it had received the night before. Sam had seen her like this? Quinn finally decided that she couldn't keep Sam waiting any longer and changed into a pair of shorts from her days as a cheerleader, a purple tank top and matching purple trainers . She went down stairs locked up the house and met with Sam on the curb outside her house.

"Ready Q?"

"Yeah."

"Is your mum ok with this? I know she usually doesn't like you going off without her knowing so I suppose you asked her…"

"Well actually Sam, my mum isn't home"

And Sam looked at her like she was crazy.

"So you've been all alone in that house? For how long now? When is she coming back?"

"She left on Thursday. Not sure when she'll be back."

"Quinn, you can't stay in that big house alone! What is wrong with you? It's so dangerous!"

"I'm sorry."

"Promise me you'll go sleep over at someone's house tonight or something like that. It's really not safe for you to be there alone!"

"Sam…"

"Call Santana. I'm sure she would love to have a sleepover with you. I remember you saying how much you missed her when we were together."

"Uh… That was kind of before she stole my boyfriend…"

And that's when things got awkward.

"You know what, forget I said that. Why don't we get on with this jog anyways?" Sam smiled at Quinn seeming thankful to avoid the awkward, touchy topic.

"Lets go then shall we."

And so the two of them began their jog, falling into a moderate pace surrounded by a comfortable silence. That was always one thing Quinn had loved about being with Sam and Sam had adored about being with Quinn, they never had to say anything. They somehow just got each other, understood each other and while they jogged together they both had the same thought on their mind… If only he/she understood that I still love him/her…

A/N 2: I'm not to happy with the ending but the next chapter picks up from here so… Once, again Thank you for reading Please review. x