I know I said that I'd update Friday, but then something unexpected came up. Anyways, after this chapter, there will be three more. I'll try to update as quickly as possible, but I return to school from Thanksgiving break tomorrow.

Quinn was sleeping peacefully in the front seat of Sam's care. Her blonde hair was falling messily down below her shoulders and she was leaning against the window. It made Sam smile and feel reluctant to wake her up, but he knew he had to.

"Quinn?" he called softly, while lightly tapping her shoulder.

"No," she mumbled sleepily.

"Come on, you have to get up."

"No," she reiterated, reaching her hand out to slap him blindly. She ended up hitting the side of the car.

"You missed. Now come on, it's time for your doctor's appointment. Do I have to tickle you?"

"I'm up."

"Of course you are now," he laughed, helping her up out of the car.

She started walking, and was fine for about five steps, before she swayed to the left side, and Sam had to steady her. She tried to step out of his embrace and carry on, but he tightened his grip around her waist.

"Let me carry you."

"No. Definitely not."

"You're no fun."

"That's what Puck said."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Alright then, but this time, please try walking in a straight line."

"I'll do my best," she said sarcastically.

They made it inside the doctor's office without further stumbling, but Sam's arms hovered around Quinn's waist, just in case. After sitting down, Quinn didn't want to get up, so Sam went to check in for her. Once he sat back down, she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"You're cute when you're not feeling well," he commented.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly shut up."

"And you're also mean."

"I'm always mean. Get used to it."

"Nah, I don't think you're mean all the time. In fact, sometimes you've been rather nice to me."

"Like when?"

"Like when we were singing our duet together and we were holding hands-

"Rare moment of exception."

"If you want to view yourself as a cold-hearted creature, go ahead, but know that I disagree, and that I'm right."

"Of course you are, because you've known me for six weeks, and I've known myself for sixteen years."

"Face it Q, sometimes I know you better than you know yourself."

"I deny that accusation."

"Of course you do, love, of course you do."

"You're starting to sound like Edward Cullen."

"You read the Twilight series too?"

"Oh my god. What did I see in you?"

"My charm, my-

"That was a rhetorical question, Sam."

"Or was it?"

"Yeah, it was, Evans."

'You really are no fun, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Fine, be that way."

"I will."

Sam stuck his tongue out at her.

"You're such a dork."

"You know you love it."

"Just keep telling yourself that."

"I should keep a record of how many times you insult me."

"I bet it would turn out to be a very high number."

"I agree, but I still don't think you're always mean. I think you are actually a very nice person."

"Stop being so annoying."

"You know that I'm right, don't you?"

"Shut up."

"Quinn Fabray?" called a nurse.

"Come on, Quinn," Sam urged, getting up and holding out his hand. To his surprise, when Quinn got up, she didn't let go of his hand. Instead, she tightened her grip on him and gave him a look that said "you're coming with me." He made a mental note to ask her if she was scared of going to the doctor's office later. (Because he was curious and because he knew it would provoke an amusing reaction from her.)

"Now, Quinn, friend of Quinn, have a seat. You're going to have to get a blood test in a couple of minutes. But first, are you allergic to anything?"

"No."

"Have you ever fainted before?"

"Two years ago because of a stupid cheerleading diet."

Her answer surprised Sam. He never knew that she ever was one of the cheerleaders who didn't eat properly. He made another mental note to ask her about that.

"And you haven't had any similar problems since then?"

"No."

"Ok then, let me take your blood pressure… Low, not surprisingly. Alright, in a couple of minutes a doctor will be in to draw some blood."

"Are you scared to get your blood drawn?"

"Not really. I had to get multiple blood tests when… last year."

"Ah, I see. So, is there something you'd like to talk to me about?"

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't know that you were one of the cheerleaders that went all anorexic."

"That was a long time ago, Sam. It doesn't matter anymore."

"I think it does."

"Well, you're wrong."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Hello! Ms. Fabray, I'm Dr. Shaw. Now, if you'll just hold out either arm for me, we'll get going."

Quinn held one arm, while still holding Sam's hand with her other. Sam was amazed at how calm she looked. He was probably more freaked out by the needle than she was. When the needle went in, she flinched slightly, but that was it. The doctor told them that she'd be back about ten minutes later with the results of the blood tests.

"You're brave."

"I told you, I've had a lot of blood tests before."

"But still… the needle."

"It's not that bad."

"Ok then."

For ten minutes, Quinn half-slept with her head back on Sam's shoulder. Sam was tempted to (again) make a comment on how cute she looked, but decided that he didn't want to annoy her at the moment. Besides, then she would probably move, and he liked having her close to him.

"Ms. Fabray?"

"Yes?"

"It appears that your fainting was due to a combination of three things. Not enough sleep, dehydration, and not enough eating. You'll be fine but just to be safe, the hospital is expecting you. You'll just need to be there for about an hour to receive an IV drip."

Quinn turned to take in Sam's expression. Crap. He thinks I'm anorexic now.