A year had passed since they had started dating again. They had fallen back in love all over again much to Katie's distain. It was a Friday morning, Quinn had to go to work but Sam didn't. The plan was in place

"I'm so sorry to have to leave you babe" she plumped the pillow underneath his bed stricken head. He had been ill since the night before, with a pounding headache. She took the opportunity to take care of him.

He forced a weak and croaking voice "its okay, I'm fine" he coughed for emphasis. She just looked down at him with her gorgeous doting eyes, kissed his forehead and left to take care of her children.

As soon as he heard the door slam he shot out of her bed, throwing the covers back and fumbling out of her room. He tripped over her coffee table but that didn't stop him. He was too excited. He was going to propose to Quinn Fabray.

He bounded into Katie's bedroom, like a child on Christmas morning. She was still fast asleep, it was the first time her had ever saw her with her mouth shut. But it would all change soon.

He crawled onto her bed and leant over her.

"KATIE" He screamed

Katie was a girl with the ability to hurt someone with her words, yet her punch was too painful for words. So, when she had only just woken up, her basic instinct is to…aim for the face. And that's exactly what she did.

"AHHH, Christ!" Sam screamed clutching his nose

"Why the hell are you in my bed?"

"I needed to talk to you, but I didn't expect to be punched!"

"Well next time, WAIT UNTIL I'M AWAKE" and with that she flung herself back onto the mattress ready for another few hours of dreaming about a coyote ripping Sam to pieces.

He was prepared to give up that easy. Whilst Katie was about to doze off, he grabbed her ankle and dragged her off the mattress and throwing her on the floor.

"I still need to talk to you" he said still breathless from dragging a kicking and screaming Katie from her bed.

She was kicking him continuously until she gave in a dropped her limbs to the floor. "This better be worthwhile Evans"

He picked her up and placed her on the edge of her mattress. He was so excited even his possible broken nose couldn't contain his smile.

"Tomorrow night, Quinn and I have a date. And so since you're the closest family Quinn has in New York, I wanted to ask your permission, to…propose to her"

She didn't seem too surprised. She caught him looking at catalogues and stopping for a second as he passed a jewellery store.

"Wow" she smiled to give him some hope "No"

WHAT? He was 100000% sure she'd say yes. But no?

"Excuse me? How could you say no? We've dated for a year! I thought you were warming to me! You're ruining my life! Do you know that? You are r-u-i-n-i-n-g it!"

She was laughing a bit. He was having this panic attack. It carried on like this. She loved to wind him up, it was the most fun she could have with her pants on.

"I was kidding" she piped in.

"WHAT?"

"It's so much fun to wind you up" she laughed "I give you my full permission to propose to her"

He lit up again. The light from his world came back as he imagined Quinn as his wife.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH" He picked her up and spin her around; this was the first hug they've ever had.

HE put her down and they coughed awkwardly.

"Um, that was the first hug we've ever had" he was pointing out the blatantly obvious.

"Yes…let's never speak of it", she curled her hair around her forefinger and gave him a half smile.

"Can you help me pick out a ring?"

"Yes, of course"