And I Owe It All To You

Chapter Two: You Wouldn't Want That

Twelve. There were twelve tiles in just her cabin. Why it took her so long to count them out, she has not a clue. Other than she kept getting distracted; distracted with memories from… before.

            Somehow hearing Sam’s voice made Quinn feel amazing inside, she hadn’t had a feeling like this, a feeling she can’t even begin to explain, since when she was with Sam. But hearing his voice and remembering that nerdy pick-up line that made her fall on her ass so hard for him also scared her. She was afraid she would die alone without him. She wasn’t just afraid, she knew she would. She was however afraid he would never love her again; that he would never forgive her. But how could he, when she hurt him so badly? But she held out hope, even if it seemed so bleak. “God, works in strange ways.” She remembered her pastor telling her once. That he did.

            Oh, those uniquely large lips, to none could they compare. Those lips softer than any lips she’s ever touched before. Sam had a perfect reason to be addicted to lip balm. She’s kissed far too many lips after him in an effort to move on and forget something she never really wanted to forget. She kissed Puck’s lips.

            “Stay,” Quinn whispered mockingly. How could she be so stupid? Puck talked such good game. It seemed like he had changed. But, of course, she was wrong. Why did she ever think he would change?

            Oh, that body. Sam kept it in tip-top shape. You really could “cut glass” on those abs. She still remembered his body pressed up against her, only her uniform and his polo and worn jeans separating their skin. How she’s dreamed about him holding her tightly in his muscular arms caressing the curves of her body while they made out on the love seat in her den.

She needed to get away from everything. Just go back to her friends. So Quinn packed her little light brown bag and bought a train ticket to New York and left, all in one day.

            Oh, that blonde hair, she could still feel it, even then, as if she were running her fingers through it while making out. It was so cute how Sam dyed it with lemon juice, Kurt was right, but it didn’t take away from the attraction at all. He was beautiful.

            The things Puck would call her. It was like nothing had changed, like he didn’t even join the military. The day after he came over completely wasted, looking sex, and calling her the names he used to in high school, was the day she left. “Once a lima loser, always a Lima loser.” She sighed.

Oh, those silly jokes and impressions. His James Earl Jones impression was always her favorite. Every time Sam did one she would blush and giggle; not completely sure when she would be able to stop. Sometimes she acted like she was annoyed, but he knew better, she loved them.

Quinn missed all of Sam and couldn’t stop. He treated her right, he wasn’t just attracted to her for beauty, he didn’t care that she was a teen mom, and most importantly he loved her. He loved her with all his heart. He even did all of those beautiful things “without trying to sound like Matthew McConaughey.”Quinn smiled at that memory. He was still sweet to her, and he never stopped being sweet to her, he treated her like an old friend. But, she took all that love he had to give and threw it on the ground and stomped on it… All because she was scared.

Quinn glanced up at window and noticed the colorful surroundings had changed once again to a pale grey. She looked slightly up to her left and noticed the sign. “Penn Station” she read aloud. She hadn’t even noticed the quietness of the train or the bustle of the crowd. Sam still continues to attract and distract.

Quinn flew off the bench and out of the cabin before making a sharp turn around and speed walking back into the cabin. She almost left her little light brown bag under the bench; she packed lightly for this exact reason.

Nodding to the young man who helped her down from the platform Quinn made her way to the front doors. “Where are you from?” the man asked. He was following her, even at her brisk walking speed.

The brunette woman in front of her had on a blood red pea coat. Quinn instantly thought back to the bleach blonde girl at the other station. She still wondered about their story, but there was no way she would ever find out. She would just have to go home and write out their story, the way she wants it to be. She had taken up that hobby recently to relieve stress and it was working wonders.

“Um, New Haven.” She responded abruptly, pushing up the sleeves of her white cardigan. She really wasn’t interested in talking to a stranger, much less so flirting with a stranger.

“Yale? I went there!... Well, I wish I went there.” He chuckled at his own joke.

The corners of Quinn’s lips turned up in an attempt at a smile. “Yeah, Yale.” Quinn quietly spoke while spinning around to face him. He was handsome alright, but he couldn’t compare to Sam. She felt bad, he seemed sweet, but it wouldn’t be fair to him or her to even go on one date, because she’s in love with someone else. “Listen, I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. I’d love to stay and chat, but I can’t.” She said sympathetically.

“I’m sorry,” he looked down at the ground as Quinn turned around and began to walk away “but can I at least get your number? I live near New Haven.” He yelled out to her as his head shot back up.

Quinn stopped, turned around, breathed in deeply and said in a sad tone, just barely loud enough for him to hear her “You wouldn’t want that.” Just like that Quinn spun around, her pale lemon yellow and white polka-dotted dress twirling, and walked off into the crowd of people coming from all different directions.