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...and I hope this chapter makes your wait worth while...

"It's been two days Q, I don't think he's gonna call you again. Not for a whle anyway." Santana said as she sat beside her friend.

She had practically moved herself into the Fabray household for the last two days. Just staying to make sure Quinn didn't go crazy...

...even though she kind of already has.

Truth was, she hated seeing Quinn like this. it's the blonde being crazy and all. Seriously she thought too much of Sam. If she could Santana would march her ass up to the Evans' hotel room and yell at Sam for playing her girl like this. It was pretty obvious that Quinn was still in love with him. even if the girl hadn't spelt it out to her the Latina would have seen it clearly.

Throughout those past few days Quinn had been talking non-stop about Sam and their time together. How fun it was watching The Land Before Time, quoting along with it.

What she had heard; the way Quinn described Sam's actions...

...Santana was pretty damn sure the freaking boy felt as strongly about Quinn as the blonde did him.

"I know." Quinn whispered, "I just have too much faith."

And though she wasn't crying, Santana could hear the heartbreak withing Quinn's voice.

He didn't listen to his siblings.

Why would he? They were younger than him.

It's not like they knew more than he did about love.

They had no idea what love was about.

So, yes, the truth was he didn't listen to Stevie and Stacy. He should have, but he didn't. He called her. He called Mercedes. He called her about seven times to be exact. He was worried. He wanted to try and salvage whatever was left of his relationship with her. Seriously, he didn't understand why she was so upset anyway. It's not like he and Quinn had done anything that day.

Even if he had wanted too...

...At least a little.

It didn't matter though because they hadn't done anything. Quinn was just helping him baby-sit.

That was all.

And that's what the blonde boy had oh so smoothly said on his girlfriends answering machine. yes, the phone she had in her house.

Oh, yeah, he did call her cell phone too, though it went straight to voicemail.

The message was pretty damn smooth also.

In fact it was so smooth that he was pretty certain she played it over and over and listened along with all her friends not to mention her family.

Yeah, the messages were just perfect!

"Hey, it-it's Sam. If you didn't already know, like you know, I'm sure you did. Ha, and I uh-uh, I just...I wanna say...look I-I know you're upset and mad at me but if, maybe we...we should get together and talk. I really want to make this right. Mercedes please call me back. Let me fix this, let's make it right...so, uh, call me back...Sam...I-I mean it's Sam...anyway."

Oh yeah...smooth.

It was like that for both messages too. They were pretty much the same. Well, of course they weren't exactly the same becaue who the hell could remember all of that? But they were pretty damn close.

And no, by the way he wasn't drunk when he called her so don't get the wrong idea. He was just a complete and total idiot.

So, all in all...he called his girlfriend but his girlfriend didn't call back. He was pretty sure she wasn't going to either.

As he realized this sitting in "his" living room, sitting on the bed as his siblings wrestled on the floor he realized something else entirely...

...Stevie and Stacy knew a hell of a lot more about romance and relationships than he did himself. He totally should have listened to them.

How freaking ridiculous was that?

And, and how smooth was he?

Oh, yeah, perfect! Right?

"You know maybe letting go is for the best." Quinn said.

They were still siting in her living room on the couch. It's like they hadn't moved for two days. It was kind of starting to bother the Latina that they hadn't really moved much.

"Yeah, maybe." The darker skinned girl didn't exactly agree that it was for the best. She knew Quinn would be more happy with Sam. They boy loved her, and she clearly loved him.

But for the time being maybe Quinn was right.

"I mean seriously, why can't I move on?" Quinn wondered aloud, "he obviously did."

Santana shrugged because she honestly didn't know if Sam had moved on or not.

the whole Sam/Mercedes thing was still a question in her mind.

Were they really together?

They made terrible sense in her mind. They didn't work at all. Sam and Quinn were like meant to be. That's just the way Santana saw it.

And she was NOT going to let Mercedes freaking Jones get in the way of the awesome Fabrevans love-ship going on.

"Yeah, Q, if you think that's right then I don't see why you shouldn't move on." She told the blonde.

Hey, her plan had to start somewhere, so why not agree with the blonde.

Operation GET FABREVANS BACK TOGETHER was a go!

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