"And I tried to get in touch with him over the summer but he never returned my calls"

Katie was so entertained "Quinn Fabray, you heart breaker" Katie said whilst winking. She had never had so much respect for Quinn before, seeing as Quinn usually shouted at her for being harsh towards Sam, but now, Quinn was just as bad

"No it's not funny, he is obviously still hung up on that conversation meaning I can't make up with him…I feel terrible". Quinn banged her head on the table, cursing at her bitchy 18 year old self.

Santana and Brittany walked out of Quinn's bedroom hand in hand "Good morning future alcoholics"

"What were you doing in my room?" Groaned Quinn

"I don't think you wanna know" Brittany gloated tapping Santana on the butt before grabbing a cup of coffee and perching on Katie's lap.

"Ew, guys, you have your own apartment, with your own bed

"But doing it in yours is so much more fun" giggled Santana, making Quinn almost keel over in annoyance. Today had been a crap day. Not even worth getting angry about. Luckily, it might not get any worse.

Or so she thought

There was a knock on the door. It confused the foursome. Nobody really stopped by on a Saturday minus those four. Blaine and Kurt were in Rachel's tight grasp and they couldn't think of anybody else. This was terrifying.

Katie edged towards the door and took a deep breath as she looked through the peep hole. But then she suddenly rolled her eyes and scoffed. That didn't really narrow it down. Katie hated a lot of people. She really did. The other 3 still couldn't decipher who this mystery guest is.

Katie flung open the door "What do you want Puckerman?"

"Rachel is freaking out her 5th and 6th bridesmaids got sick from the bad shrimp last night and she needs you and Quinn to fill in. You just need to wear these dresses and don't turn up late. See you at 3" he dashed to the staircase so as to attend to his high maintenance fiancé.

Katie grabbed the dresses hanging from the door handle. "I understand why she made you a bridesmaid, but why me?"

"Does this mean that you're now Rachel's slave?" inquired the simple Brittany.

Katie was too confused to deal with Brittany, way too confused. "Great, so now my plan to skip this wedding is officially over"

"I don't want to be a bridesmaid!"

"Look Q, normally I would skive but you need to work things out with Sam, apologise and be all sweet and sexy in a surprisingly pretty dress from Rachel Berry"

Katie wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck

"I know that you miss him, but I think an apology would go a long way"

"True" Santana agreed and joined the hug "Come on, we gonna party all night, wooooo"

Britt skipped over and joined the hug as well.

"C'mon San, lets go back to bed" She winked and let Santana, this time to Katie's room

"GUYS, don't do anything!" scowled Katie "I would go in there and stop them but I might see something that I can't un-see"

Quinn giggled and headed to go shower, preparing her Sam speech in the bathroom mirror

There was another knock on the door. Since when were they so popular?

"Puck can you stop, we will be the bri…..oh what are you doing here?"

"Can't I say hi to my favourite girl?" mocked Sam

"If you're referring to me, you might need to re-evaluate your friends" retorted Katie

"Is that any way to speak to your guests?"

"Being a guest implies that your welcome, you're not" she closes the door whilst Sam pushes back on it and walks in past her arm

"Nice place you got here, let me guess that Quinn paid for most of it"

"Well not all of us can throw away money like you can, cup of coffee?"

"Yes thanks" surprised at the new found amiable side of Katie

"Why are you here at 10 am on a Saturday, it's just not a usual occurrence for you to turn up like this, plus I despise you so" she hands him a coffee and watches him about to take a sip

"Drink it, I dare you"

Sam put this coffee down and starts to walk around the apartment. Smiling at photos of the two of them as kids, playing being innocent. He hated that. He hated Quinn smiling. She didn't deserve to be smiling

"Look, this has been fun. But you need to go because I hate you"

Then he saw it. A photo of him and Quinn. Smiling and hugging. One that Katie took in junior year. He hadn't seen it in years. And it was framed, on the table where the TV was positioned. You could see it from everywhere in the apartment. His heart sank; he came here to scream at Quinn. But now what could he do?

Quinn walked out of the bathroom, in a towel, oblivious to the fact that her ex was in the room, nay, in her apartment.

"Hey Katie, is this the biggest towel we've got"

Quinn stared blankly at her best friend who was in fits of laughter, but trying to hide her smile behind her coffee cup

"Why don't you turn about 180 degrees" Katie said through breathes, calming herself.

Quinn turned. There he was. Her ex clasping her favourite photo of them together. It was perfect and then she remembered. She was in a towel.

"Um, Sam what are you doing here" said Quinn grabbing onto her towel for dear life.

"Well…I…I came to…see Katie?" No-one believed him. It was such a pathetic excuse.

He coughed and re-thought his excuses…"I meant…um…after the wedding… do you wanna grab a cup of coffee?"

Quinn, just to make the moment awkward, just had to say this

"What like a date?"

Sam didn't want to go down that road, despite how it sounded when he asked her

"Um, I don't mind…I mean…Katie could come if she wants to…"

"no way in hell" Katie continued to smile, observing this couple. If you had just met them, you would've thought that they were strangers it was so awkward.

"I would love to Sam" smiled Quinn, trying so hard to reconcile with him. Who knows? They might have something more than friendship…