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The engine kills and she steps out of the truck. Quinn had decided to occupy her Saturday by visiting the local boot store and simply shop around. Grandpa had allowed her to use his truck, on the condition that she set the radio back after she was done. He was neutral when it came to not listening to country music.
Quinn slips her sunglasses off and drops them into her purse, then makes her way inside the establishment. A jet of air hits her face, cooling her from the blistering heat radiating outside. She strolls past the counter and sees a lovely brunette marking the sales rack. The girl is rather short and petite, her long brown hair flowing down her back. She is dressed in blue jean shorts with diamond detailing on the pockets and a red and pink tank top. The dark haired girl spots the blonde and smiles.
"Hello, miss. Welcome to-Oh my goodness! Is your name Quinn Fabray?"
The blonde girl raises an eyebrow, a puzzled expression crossing her features.
"Umm…yeah. Who are you?"
The brunette put her hand out.
"I'm Rachel Berry. I live down the road from your Grandpa. He's a good friend of my parents."
Quinn grins at the happy girl and shakes her hand.
"I'm Quinn Fabray. Yeah, I'm staying with my Grandpa for the summer."
It was Rachel's turn to feel confused.
"Wait…you chose to stay here? For the entire summer?"
"Yeah…"
"Girl, there's nothing exciting here! Well, unless you're Finn Hudson or Sam Evans."
Quinn's eyes widen with curiosity.
"You know Sam Evans?" she asks inquisitively.
"I've only known him since I was three. Do you?"
"Yeah. He's working for my Grandpa for the summer."
Rachel's jaw drops and she hits Quinn on the arm excitedly.
"Are you kidding?! Have you made out with him yet? Oh my gosh you two would be the cutest couple! Other than Finn and me. We'd be the cutest couple."
Quinn was intensely bewildered about the brunette's outburst. Why was she so curious about her and Sam? Did she like him?
"Wait. Rachel calm down. Repeat what you just said but slower."
"I just asked if you had met Sam."
"Yeah. He's a really sweet guy."
Rachel was in a fit of excitement again.
"Quinn, do you know how jealous the girls at school would be?"
"Rachel, there's nothing to be jealous of. Sam and I are just friends. Wait..are you jealous?"
The shorter girl chuckles.
"No way. However…if you were dating Finn, then that would be a problem."
"Who's Finn?"
"Only the cutest boy in town! He has gorgeous brown hair and dreamy eyes…"
Quinn believes that Sam is the cutest boy in town, but she doesn't want to rain on Rachel's parade by confessing that to her.
"Oh."
"So did you and Sam formally meet yet?"
"Rachel, you've got to explain what that means."
"Has he kissed you yet?" she asks plainly.
Quinn blushes at the recollection memory.
"Well, he did kiss me on the cheek.."
The enthusiastic brunette squeals happily for her friend.
"Quinn, I'm so happy for you!" she yells, throwing her arms around the girl.
The blonde smiles. It feels so good to have a friend, considering that she knew no one in the town.
"Thanks. Ya know I could try to get Sam to fix you up with Finn?"
Rachel completely froze.
"Are you serious," her countenance fell, "It's okay. Finn would never go out with me."
Quinn places her hand on the girl's knee sympathetically.
"Rachel, don't say that. You're so gorgeous and I bet Finn would be lucky to go out with you."
The brunette laughed.
"Yeah. Thanks."
"I'm serious-"
Rachel hits her in the arm, concentrating on the figures entering the store. Quinn sees the three people and can't believe her eyes. It's Sam, Finn, and a boy with a Mohawk who is unknown to Quinn.
The brunette coolly stands up to and greets them.
"Hello, Finn, Sam. Noah."
Quinn doesn't know who just spoke, because she doesn't believe that it's the girl she just conversed with moments ago. She was acting so calm.
"Oh c'mon, Rachel. When are you gonna forgive me?" the boy with the Mohawk asks.
She rolls her eyes at his words and crosses her arms.
"When you apologize for cutting my hair in the fifth grade."
Sam suppresses a laugh and Finn nudges Puck in the arm.
"Dude, she told you!"
The boy looks at the ground and mimics them. Rachel pulls Quinn up from behind her and smiles.
"Boys meet my new friend, Quinn Fabray," Rachel states proudly.
Quinn grins, sending Sam crazy. He smiles and throws her a wink. She was hidden behind Rachel and he hadn't noticed her. The three boys greet her politely and she does the same friendly gesture to them.
"Oh, hey. Isn't that the girl you told us about-"
Sam knocks Puck in the arm and ruffles his hair nervously. Quinn teasingly raises an eyebrow at him, making his cheeks rosy. She thought he couldn't have appeared cuter.
"Rachel, do you have these boots in stock?" Finn asks, pointing the dirty ones he's wearing.
She recovers from a mental heart attack before answering his question, and Quinn gives her a reassuring smile.
"Yeah. Let me go get them for you."
The girl sets off to find the footwear and Finn follows her. The three teenagers stand there awkwardly, Quinn studying the floor.
"Quinn, will you do me a favor?"
The girl gives Puck a questioning look.
"Sure…"
"Will you tell Rachel that I'm sorry?"
Quinn smiles and nods.
"Of course. But it might mean more coming from you."
He mulls it over and agrees with her.
"I guess you're right."
Quinn turns around and begins to scan the array of women's boots. She has never seen them available in such various colors and designs before. After observing a pair, she slips one shoe easily onto her foot and studies the detailed brown pattern.
"They look good."
She tilts her head upward and finds Sam smiling at her.
"Thanks," she replies, grinning at him.
Debating whether she should purchase them or not, she finally settles on buying the pair of cowgirl boots. Rachel returns, floating on air, a huge infectious smile spread across her face. Finn is trailing behind her, his eyes watching her swaying backside. She rings up his purchase and he gives her the needed amount of money.
"Thanks Rachel."
"No problem, Finn," she glimmers joyously.
The blondes in the corner of the room giggle, causing Rachel to throw them a dirty look. They hush up quickly, while Quinn removes her boots and places them in the box next to her. Puck calls Sam over, so he leaves Quinn with a smile and bye. She mimics the act and heads for the checkout. Rachel rings up her item, all while grinning like an idiot.
"That will be thirty two dollars and eighty cents."
The blonde hands her the money, Rachel pushing the receipt across the counter.
"These are a really pretty pair, Quinn."
"Thanks, Rachel. Ya know, you need to come over and hang out sometimes. It can get pretty lonely at the house."
"Okay. What's your number?"
The two girls swap numbers so they can contact one another, before Quinn tells the boys goodbye and retreats back to Grandpa's truck. She smiles to herself. This visit at the shop made her start a new friendship, meet two new people, and see Sam when he wasn't working on the farm. But her wall of happiness comes tumbling down, when she tries to start the truck and the engine stalls. In complete shock, she turns the key again, only to see it fail. Quinn sits back in the driver's seat, her mouth wide open. Why was this happening now? After attempting to start it several more times, she catches a glimpse of Sam walking out of the shop, and she realizes what she has to do. Stepping out of the vehicle, she flags him down and taps his shoulder softly.
"Hey, Quinn."
"Hi Sam. So Gramps' truck isn't starting and I was wondering if you could check it out."
"Sure," he replies, a friendly smile appearing on his face.
The seventeen year-olds make their way back to the truck and Sam plants himself in the driver's seat. He uses techniques he learned from his father, but the car just idles. Walking to the front, he pops open the hood and checks it's parts. All while, Quinn is sitting on the shop bench miserably. She suddenly regrets coming to the store. If she wouldn't have asked Grandpa to use the truck, everything would've been fine. Sam closes the metal hood and turns in search of Quinn. He presses his lips together when his eyes land on a despondent blonde girl. He approaches Quinn and sits next to her, nudging her softly with his arm.
"C'mon Quinn. Don't be sad."
She faces him, her hazel eyes tearing into his.
"I ruined my seventy-one year old grandpa's truck."
"No, you didn't. This wasn't your fault."
"I'm sure it was," she says pitifully as she buries her face in her hands.
"Cheer up. Oh and look on the bright side."
Quinn raises her head and looks at the boy next to her questioningly.
"What bright side?"
Sam pats her leg, a teasing smirk on his face.
"You get to ride home with me."
She raises an eyebrow, confused about his statement.
"What?"
"Someone has to drive you home."
Quinn sighs reluctantly and grabs her belongings from the truck she previously drove, soon heading towards Sam's navy blue Ford pick up. Crawling inside the tall vehicle, she sits quietly in the passenger's seat.
"Thanks for doing this Sam."
"Don't mention it."
The blondes wave at Finn and Puck as they exit the boot shop. After pulling out of the lot, the air starts to become awkward.
"So what do you think of Miss Rachel Berry?"
"She's a really nice girl. Can be a little excited at times.."
Sam laughs at her response, causing her to smile.
"Yeah. I'm sure you know about her crush on Finn."
"Oh yes. All I heard about was how he was the cutest boy in town."
Sam throws his head back in laughter and responds.
"She's been in love with him for as long as I can remember."
They talk about everything and share laughs along the way. Sam feels something move in the pit of his stomach, and he conceives the fact that he hadn't shared a conversation with someone like this in so long. Sure he spoke with his friends, but most of the time it pertained to sports and their summer jobs. He felt like he was really speaking to flies, and a small wave of sadness washes over Sam when their conversation is forced to a close.
"Thank you so much Sam. How can I repay you?"
Her box containing the pair of boots is lying carelessly in the middle seat, and Sam opens the lid. He traces the small stitched detailing, before meeting her beautiful eyes.
"By breaking in your boots and going dancing with me next Friday night."
The rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks make her body fall weak at it's cuteness. Feeling butterflies inside her, Quinn's eyes widen slightly at his request. Her lips curve into her remarkable smile before she answers his question.
"Yes."
He metally high fives himself and grins furiously at her. The longing to kiss her burns within him, but she stops him by speaking.
"I'll see you Friday."
"'Kay. Bye, Quinn."
"Bye, Sam," she replies with a wave.
She tries not to smile, but her happiness takes over and she's giggling like a crazy person once she is inside the house.
A/N: Oh geez, so that was a longer type chapter. I hope you all enjoyed and thank you so so much for reading! Tell me your thoughts and all that jazz if you would wish to do so. Mwah, bye!