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The next morning Sam combed out his hair once more before grabbing a jacket and heading out the door of the hotel room. "All right, I can do this." He whispered as he headed down the street. One thing he hated about being poor was not having more than one car for the family anymore. It kind of sucked because his parents seemed to always be using the only car they owned right now.

He knew that right now was the best time to find Quinn and tell her how he felt, Stevie and Stacy had gone to a sleepover party at one of their friends, and his parents were still job hunting everyday so they always left early.

He was dead set on walking all the way across town to the Fabray doorstep to say exactly what was on his mind. He had spent all night memorizing the little speech he had made up yesterday in his bathroom. He figured he'd say it once more for good measure.

"I believe in second chances," Sam said looking into his mirror, "and you may not want one, but I can guarentee that I'm giving you one. Hell, I'm sure I'd give you as many chances as the world would allow. I love you, Quinn, and the fling with Mercedes wasn't a mistake, it was meant to happen." He paused a moment before nodded, "breaking her heart made me realize who I truly belonged with. I love you, Quinn. You're all I want."

"Okay, I let you sleep on the idea, and now you're going to do it." Santana said as she pulled the covers away from the sleeping girl.

Quinn cracked open one eye before turning away, "who keeps letting you in?"

Santana smirked, "Oh, honey, I've got a key."

Her response was a growl.

"You're the one who made it for me." Santana laughed.

Quinn looked over her shoulder at the Latina before saying, "I've slept on the idea and I have decided against it. So, leave me alone, I'd like to sleep."

"Seriously, Q, just get your ass to his hotel room and confess your love for him." Santana replied irritated.

"Seriously, San," the blonde mocked, "just get your ass out of my house."

The Latina rolled her eyes before she grabbed onto Quinn's legs and pulled her out of the bed.

"Santana!" Quinn hollered as she crashed onto the floor.

"Oh, great you're up!" Santana mocked enthusiasm. "Make me breakfast."

"You bitch."

"Yeah."

Sam got halfway there before he turned around and headed back toward the hotel.

However, halfway back he stopped in his steps and turned back around once more.

Turn left and it'd lead him to Quinn's house. Turn right and you go to the park.

He chickened out again.

He turned right.

"Okay, now all you're doing is telling Sam how you feel." Santana told her as she grabbed another piece of bacon from the plate in the middle of the island.

Quinn nodded, "yeah, cause that's not difficult at all." She said as she broke her own piece of bacon in half eating part of it.

Santana only smirked because they've already been through this before, "he feels the same." She said, "I promise you."

Quinn only rolled her eyes, "you know you're really not as smart as you think you are."

"Course I am."

"I cheated on him, Santana."

The girl only shrugged, they'd been through this already, too.

"How can he still love me? I hurt him, and I lied about it. I'm a terrible person who doesn't deserve to be with anyone. I should rot in hell. You know what, I probably will rot in hell. That's okay, though because like I said I deserve it. I just don't see how he can be so forgiving of it all. I cheat-"

"Quinn!"

"What?"

"Shut the hell up." Santana snapped. "rambling doesn't suit you."

The blonde said nothing.

Sam had walked up to the lake in the park, he had picked up some rocks and was skipping them across the water. "I'm pathetic," he whispered.

"I wouldn't say that." A voice came from behind.

The boy whipped around only to be met with Finn and Rachel.

"I think you're skipping them pretty well actually." Rachel continued, "a lot better than I do in fact."

Sam smiled, she thought he was talking about skipping rocks. "oh." He said.

Rachel nodded giving him a light smile, "you weren't talking about rock skipping were you?"

Sam noticed her boyfriend look between the two of them confused. "Am I that obvious?" The blonde asked.

Rachel shrugged, "I'm good at reading people." She walked the few steps toward a bench and sat down, pulling Finn with her. "It's about Quinn, isn't it?"

Finn furrowed his eyebrows, "Quinn? Aren't you two over?"

"Yeah, all thanks to you." Sam snapped. He still didn't understand why Finn would go through all that trouble breaking him and Quinn up stealing her from him just to break her heart in the end.

The brunette boy did look sorry though, "I didn't want to hurt her."

"Don't worry." Rachel said, "I'm sure she knows."

She was looking at her boyfriend but Sam was sure she was talking to him.

"It's a little chilly outside so take this with you," Santana said handing Quinn her jacket.

Quinn slipped the clothing on before grabbing her car keys, "I can do this, right?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "yes, you can." She pushed the girl toward the door before reaching forward and pulling the wooden pathway open, "here you go." She said lightly shoving the girl across the threshold. "now go and get your man."

"You need help?" Rachel asked as she and Sam watched Finn walk over to the coffee cart in the park. She then looked back toward Sam, "I could help."

Sam shook his head, "I'm sure I can talk to Quinn on my own. I just don't want to let her down."

"She'll say yes."

"I know." Sam nodded, "I know she still loves me. Santana said so, and I could just tell when she was helping me out with Stevie and Stacy." He smiled, "she was checking me out."

Rachel smiled, "then what are you so afraid of?"

"Letting her down." Sam said again, "I hid Mercedes from everyone because I was a little ashamed. I thought I liked her, maybe even loved her. But Quinn, I wanted to get over her. And so I guess in that way I was using Mercedes, but it never really worked."

Rachel nodded, "you and Mercedes?"

Sam shrugged, "yeah." He then shook his head, "I told Quinn we were planning a party for the Glee Club, but it was all a lie to get her to leave my house so Mercedes wouldn't appear while she was at my house. I didn't want to hurt anyone but I'm sure I hurt them both."

Rachel patted his arm comfortingly, "It'll all work out." She whispered, standing up and meeting Finn who was walking back with some coffee.

"Here," Finn said handing Sam a cup.

"Thanks." The blonde said.

Finn nodded before looking at Rachel, "we've got to go if we're gonna make the reservations."

Rachel smiled, "yeah," she looked back to Sam, "we're going to Breadstix for breakfast."

"Didn't know they served breakfast." Sam commented.

Finn shrugged, "it's a new thing. We're trying it out." He threw his arm over Rachel's shoulder, "good luck with Quinn." He said.

"Thanks." Sam replied taking a sip of the coffee.

"Oh, and the Glee Club party sounds like and excellent idea, call me if you want to make it official." Rachel smiled before she and Finn walked off toward Finn's truck.

Turning right would take her toward Sam's hotel, going straight led to the park.

Quinn chickened out, she went straight.

And there we have that chapter, thanks so much for reading...please review, I'd appreciate it much...

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