Q's POV

Sam Evans. Ugh. The name alone put a foul, disgusting taste in my mouth. Huh. His mouth. That was another thing. It's huge. And it looks even bigger when it's in that stupid, annoying, cocky grin of his. Sam Evans. Just the thought makes me shudder.

But of course, I'm probably the only one in existence who thinks of it like that. Even Cedes, Rachel and Kurt, my three best friends are in love with them. They just won't admit it. Well actually, Kurt's admitted it and Cedes says he's not really that bad and Rachel is in a relationship with Puck. Hmmm. Oh well.

What is it? Is it that stupid hair? No, it's the stupid, ridiculous, infuriating playboy charm. The whole 'I'm a player, I'm just doing what I'm doing' mentality. Just like Santana. Or as I like to call her Satan. Bitch.

We used to be best friends. Correction; we tolerated each other. I'm Queen Bee and she wants power. That's just what high school is. There's people you tolerate; used to be Santana, people you like; Kurt, Cedes, Rachel, and then there's the people you despise; Sam Evans, Santana Lopez and Finn Hudson.

Okay, so maybe two of those names have recently been moved around but still. Santana Lopez and Finn Hudson's lives were going to be complete hell.

I walked into McKinley on Monday expecting nothing. Actually, I was expecting exactly what I'd gotten when I was pregnant. Just the usual, sympathetic glances of the glee club and this time, the lonely puppy dog face of Finn. Please, did he really expect me to forgive him, just like that?

Today was Monday and it happened on what, Friday? But, he really was as stupid as he looks.

As I approached my locker I spotted Sam and Puck leaning against my locker. Hello daily torture.

"Good weekend Quinn?" Puck asked. Puck was protective of me. We'd had a baby together last year and I guess it was just his way of saying sorry. Didn't stop him from being annoying though. Didn't mean Rachel would try to stop him annoying me. Or at least try to stop Sam. That would be a wish come true.

I simply quirked an eyebrow. Puck knew me for a long time. He knew that when I quirked my eyebrow it was me asking 'Are you really that stupid?' I used to use it all the time on Finn.

"Well, my weekend was pretty good. I met these two boudacious babes. One on Saturday, one on Sunday. You know the rest," Sam said and he and Puck bumped fists. I simply rolled my eyes.

"My weekend was uneventful." I said before walking away hoping they would not follow. But of course, Sam Evans seemed to have a sense of where he's not wanted and chose deliberately to ignore it. However, who was I fooling? There was fifteen minutes to class and he hadn't had his fun yet.

"Hmm. That' s okay. You're looking pretty hot today though Quinnie. Your skirt is probably a fraction of an inch higher," Sam said, bending down to get a closer look at the hem of my skirt before I slapped him on the head, " Though probably not high enough. Try a little bit higher tomorrow though and then we'll see if it meets my standards."

"Yes," I say dramatically, "Because my ultimate goal in life is to please you."

"Good job Quinnie. The first step is always admittance. The second step however we might like to take in the privacy of a janitor's closet," Sam says and pulls open the door of a janitor's closet we're passing.

"Nice try Sam. But anyway, if I did make my skirt high enough to meet your standards, I'd probably end up looking like Satan."

"Cold Fabray, cold. But if you want, I could always warm you up."

"No thanks, you'd probably stay far away from me, wouldn't want my hotness to melt you know would we? Although it wouldn't really be a waste," I reply, HBIC smirk falling naturally in place.

"There's the winning Fabray smile we've all been waiting for," Sam winks as I enter Spanish and he enters Math.

I set my cafeteria tray down on the table and smooth my skirt before seating myself. Cedes, Rachel and Kurt soon accompany me. That doesn't surprise me. What does however are the two football players who then sit across from me.

"We're not friends, you do know that right?" I say, only half-teasing, half making sure that Sam does know that. Because that's who the comment is directed at. Not Puck, Rachel started bringing him along a long time ago. But Sam. That Sam Evans. It may seem that we're friends, joking around but we're not. I simply play along in the morning and then get sick of it for the rest of the day. Day after day I hope that in the future, that will be enough for him and he'll leave me alone. That hope died long ago, I just haven't admitted it to myself yet.

"Sorry, I just thought you might take all you can get to ward off that," Sam says, jerking his thumb in the direction of a goofy Finn carrying his lunch tray in our direction.

"Oh no he did'n't," Mercedes said, "That boy is not thinking he can come and sit with us is he?"

Luckily, Puck stops him halfway on his ridiculous journey and sends him off in the other direction. "What the hell makes you think she wants to see you?" Puck says as he punches him in the gut, " And don't you ever come near her again unless she asks you to do you understand me?"

As Puck returns I mutter a silent 'thanks' and continue with my lunch.

When there are fifteen minutes left for lunch I make up my mind. I am sick of this. These pitiful glances, these whispers. When I was pregnant it was okay but now? I don't need this.

I get up and start making my way towards the exit when I'll finally be free. My red convertible sits there. Waiting for me. My ride out of this hellhole.

I hear footsteps behind me. I don't bother turning around.

"Hey," Sam says pulling me around to face him. He puts his hands on both my hips before bucking them towards his. "It's alright, if you ever want to talk you come and find me okay?" He asks before pulling my chin up to face him. I give him the most venomous glare I can muster before opening the door and speeding away. But a drive gives a person a lot fo time to think about things.

And lucky for me, I had one thing to think about.

I rush to my bed, the tears already beginning to fall. I can't believe this. Finn. I was so stupid. All I want to do is huddle up on my bed and cry and cry and cry. Unfortunately, I don't get the chance. My mother is knocking on my door. Did she see me? If she's going to come and give me one of her 'mother daughter heart to hearts' I'm going to jump out the window.

But no, it appears she brings news. "Quinn? There's someone here to seee you."

I give no response, expecting it to be Kurt or Cedes or even Rachel. They'd know just to come in by themselves. But who I do see is enough to snap me out of my misery.

"Quinn?"

"What are you doing here?" I demand, trying to muster as much of my HBIC personality as possible while sniffling.

"I just wanted to check that you were okay."

"You? When have you ever tried to make sure that I'm okay? You seem to make my life a living hell."

"True. So is it true then?"

"That me and Finn broke up? Yes."

Suddenly it hit me. I was in my room talking to him. What was I thinking?

"Get out," I said.

"Woah, calm down there Fabray."

"Not until you get out of my house," I replied, my hands pushing into his toned, muscular back. He remained silent whilst I pushed him down the stairs and did the whole way until I opened the door and pushed him out.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want you here."

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay, I told you. Or I thought we could talk."

"What makes you think I want to talk to you?"

"Then what do you want to do?" he asks cheekily.

That cheekiness. That rudeness. All I want is to wipe that smirk off of his stupid face for once.

I hook my hands behind his neck and kiss him. With tongue. It's a passionate kiss. But passionate with anger instead of love. I pull away and am glad to see that it worked. The smirk is finally off of Sam Evan's face.