Sorry this took so long to update. I've been super busy lately! I hope you like this next chapter! (Yes, I'll be following along with Canon for now)
Humble, but you're greedy
[A Beautiful Mess – Jason Mraz]
After Quinn had confessed her love for him, he had quickly kissed her cheek and walked her home. Sam didn't know what to say. It was like a shock for him, that she would still love him. He figured she loved him, like she loved Kurt. As a friend. Now his head was a mess and no one would want to live in it. Especially him.
Sam didn't know what to say to her. How could he? Sure, he still loved her, but he was 'talking' to Mercedes Jones. The blond knew he would never feel anything for her that would come close to what he felt and still feels for Quinn. However, this didn't change the fact that he owed it to Mercedes to attempt a possible relationship.
The days grew closer to Nationals until it was time for them to board the plane. Sam had never been on a plane before so he was excited. He planned on sitting next to Puck or Mike. Or maybe in between them. It would serve to make things easier. Sam honestly didn't want to sit next to Finn. They were cool, mostly, but that didn't mean he was happy with the boy. Finn had basically taken everything from him and didn't take care of it.
Now they were boarding the plane and the blond looked around at the seats available. Mike was sitting by the window, Tina next to him and Mercedes on her other side. He was out. Brittany, Artie and Santana made up another set of seats. Those were the only outside seats allotted to the glee club. Looks like it was the middle seats for him. He found Mr. Schue sitting between Finn and Rachel with Kurt on Finn's other side. He definitely did not want to go there. The only available seat was next to Rachel and hearing her go on and on about Nationals was not on the boy's to do list.
Finally, Sam spotted Puck. He was next to Lauren. The only spot beside him was one in smack dab in the middle of him and Quinn. Sam sighed and made his way there. He placed his stuff in the overhead compartment and passed Quinn. He gave her a weak smile before fist bumping Puck. Sam sat down and closed his eyes briefly, waiting for takeoff.
As soon as the plane started up, he felt a small hand grab his. He opened his eyes to see Quinn, gripping on to him, eyes closed and lips mumbling what seemed to be a silent prayer. Sam realized she was afraid of take off. He smiled at her hand in his and let her be, closing his eyes once more.
S&Q
Quinn didn't mean to take his hand in hers. It was just she was very afraid of take off. Once she got into the air she would be fine, but the initial departure freaked her out. The girl was happy that he didn't flinch or take her hand away, but let her hold on to him. She didn't know what it was but ever since they broke up, she hadn't felt safe anymore. But, with her hand in his, she did. For the first time since everything, she felt protected.
And that really wasn't fair to him. She knew that confessing her feelings about him wouldn't magically make everything better. She wasn't stupid. She might have hoped it would work that way, but this was real life and nothing was ever easy.
Before she knew it, he was asleep, snoring softly. The girl smiled, thinking about all the times they would be studying at his place and his head would fall back on the couch and he would quickly fall asleep. She always let him, content to watch him sleep and feel his body rise and fall with each breath he took. She kept her hand in his until she felt him start to wake up. Quinn picked up a magazine and sat up. She had a part to play.
Q&S
Halfway there, Sam woke up. He didn't know how he had fallen asleep, but when he opened his eyes Quinn was sitting up and reading a magazine, the picture of poise. Sam nudged her a little and her eyes flashed to him, letting a small delicate smile grace her perfect lips.
"Did you sleep well, Sam?" she asked him in a soft voice.
Sam thought her voice was perfection. It was feminine and sweet, a very lady-like voice. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. He figured it probably looked messy.
"I did. I didn't even know I feel asleep," he answered, looking down at his lap.
"Oh, you crashed right after take off."
"Lor mokri."
Her eyebrow raised and she gave him a look, like he was crazy. He shook his head and bit his lip. He didn't mean to let it slip out. He had been thinking it and it wasn't his fault that his mouth had a mind of it's own.
"Sorry, it means you have a pretty voice."
S&Q
Quinn knew her heart shouldn't have picked up and the butterflies shouldn't have invaded her tummy. But both of these things happened and she would just have to deal with them. And not let him see how much he really affected her.
"Thank you, Samuel. I was always told a soft voice would get a man," she said with a low chuckle.
He looked away and started playing with his hands. Quinn could tell he was nervous. She had no idea why though. He had made it clear that while he had forgiven her for cheating and was grateful to her for helping out, he wasn't ready for anything more than friendship at this point.
"Nìprrtee'."
She smiled and leaned back. Why did she want him again after everything she did to him? Why had she cheated on him in the first place? It was stupid. He was perfect. And she vowed to herself to do everything in her power to make him realize they belonged together.