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  <title>Sam/Quinn Shippers</title>
  <subtitle>Sam/Quinn Shippers</subtitle>
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    <name>Sam/Quinn Shippers</name>
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  <updated>2011-11-16T20:42:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:15755</id>
    <author>
      <name>afterwmhs-mods.insanejournal.com</name>
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    <title>Life After WMHS: A Glee RPG</title>
    <published>2011-11-16T20:42:45Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-16T20:42:45Z</updated>
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&lt;td width="390"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="verdana" color="#C5CED7"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome to Life after McKinley! The game that wonders what will happen after everyone graduates McKinley High School. Who will leave Lima behind for something more, and who will stay? Life after graduation is bound to be full of excitement and trials. Join us to watch it all unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this RPG you will be able to take your character anywhere. Will Rachel finally be able to live her dreams in New York along with Kurt? How will all relationships work out-- If Finn chooses to work in Burt’s shop, will he and Rachel be able to make it work in a long distance relationship? And how will the new members of New Directions be able to live to the others expectations? It’s all up to you in how you would like to portray these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this game we will be welcoming OC characters. After all, Mr. Schue can’t just let New Directions disappear just because everyone graduated. But with all the others gone or staying in Lima, will they all return to McKinley for a big reunion? It could all happen in Life After McKinley. The game is set in the year 2013, so what will the future hold for the GLEE kids? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though that this is an AU game, if you would like something that happened in canon on the show you can have that happen. But if you don't want something to happen, for example, Sebastian never tried to put the moves on Blaine then you don't have to have that happen. So its all up to you on how you would like things to happen in the game&lt;br /&gt;GAME WILL BEGIN NOVEMBER 14th…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:15105</id>
    <author>
      <name>we're the culture that cried wolf</name>
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    <lj:poster user="prettygrotesque" userid="1410333"/>
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    <title>Fan-Made :)</title>
    <published>2011-08-26T23:28:29Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-26T23:28:29Z</updated>
    <category term="news: general"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;♫&amp;nbsp;For the New School Year&amp;nbsp;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;Up-cycled &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/nudeandloitering?section_id=7522443" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Notebooks&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/nudeandloitering?section_id=7258981" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Planners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/nudeandloitering?ref=si_shop" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/lostsock/planners/IMG_0977.jpg" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Available at Etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;hearts; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:14889</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dani</name>
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    <lj:poster user="lil_miss_coolio" userid="9266045"/>
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    <title>147 Icons &amp; Animations (Darren Criss &amp; Fashion Night Out Video)</title>
    <published>2011-08-26T00:28:02Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-26T00:28:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart: icons"/>
    <category term="actor: chord overstreet"/>
    <category term="actress: dianna agron"/>
    <lj:music>Jessie J - Who's Laughing Now | Powered by Last.fm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb399/jessica_hoyt/dani/myarts/glee/icons/FNOIcon002.gif" fetchpriority="high"&gt; &lt;img src="https://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb399/jessica_hoyt/dani/myarts/glee/icons/FNOIcon047.gif" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;[34] Darren Criss Icons&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[55] Fashion Night Out Icons&lt;br /&gt;[58] Fashion Night Out Gifs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://dani-art.livejournal.com/31441.html" target="_blank"&gt;F-F-Fashion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:14705</id>
    <author>
      <name>takeit_overr</name>
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    <title>samquinn @ 2011-05-09T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2011-05-09T23:04:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-09T23:05:10Z</updated>
    <category term="fanmade: fanmix"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; olive &amp;amp; an arrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character/Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; sam/quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&lt;/strong&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: &lt;/strong&gt;A mix focusing on Sam's feelings for Quinn. 12 songs in a .zip file. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/takeit_overr/pic/00001ts8/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="255" height="240" border="0" src="https://pics.livejournal.com/takeit_overr/pic/00001ts8/s320x240" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://takeit-overr.livejournal.com/1622.html" target="_blank"&gt;with you, i'm brighter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:14465</id>
    <author>
      <name>freakybookworm</name>
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    <title>RUMOURS</title>
    <published>2011-05-04T03:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-04T03:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi there moderator(s)...i was wondering if we could have a discussion on Ep 2 x 19....i'm all excited over the Samquinn friendship :) And am crossing my fingers, hoping for more in the last few episodes.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:14233</id>
    <author>
      <name>wanderinghope~</name>
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    <lj:poster user="wanderinghope" userid="1709064"/>
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    <title>2x19 Spoilers</title>
    <published>2011-04-21T07:56:54Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-21T07:56:54Z</updated>
    <category term="episode: 2x19"/>
    <category term="photos: episode stills"/>
    <category term="news: spoilers"/>
    <category term="!spoiler alert"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode description&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“GLEE”—(8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) CC-HDTV 720p-Dolby Digital 5.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUE STIRS UP TROUBLE ON AN ALL-NEW “GLEE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY, MAY 3, ON FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Chenoweth Guest-Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Sylvester revives the school newspaper and decides to print a few inflammatory blind items. The glee club gains a whole new respect for Sam when they discover some interesting new information about his family life. Meanwhile, April Rhodes (guest star Chenoweth) returns to Lima and tries to convince Mr. Schuester to hit the road with her in the all-new “Rumours” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, May 3 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (GLE-219) (TV-14 D, L, S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Matthew Morrison as Will Schuester; Jessalyn Gilsig as Terri Schuester; Jane Lynch as Sue Sylvester; Lea Michele as Rachel Berry; Cory Monteith as Finn Hudson; Jayma Mays as Emma Pillsbury; Dianna Agron as Quinn; Chris Colfer as Kurt; Kevin McHale as Artie; Amber Riley as Mercedes; Mark Salling as Puck; Jenna Ushkowitz as Tina; Naya Rivera as Santana Lopez; Heather Morris as Brittany S. Pierce; Mike O’Malley as Burt Hummel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Cast: Kristen Chenoweth as April Rhodes; Harry Shum as Mike Chang; Chord Overstreet as Sam Evans; Ashley Fink as Lauren Zizes; James Earl as Azimio; Josh Sussman as Jacob Ben Israel; Lauren Potter as Becky Jackson; Ava Chelsea Ingram as Stacey; Cody Hamilton as Stevie; Cathy Doe as Barista; Connie Ventress as Patron&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="gleeclub" lj:user="gleeclub" &gt;&lt;a href="https://gleeclub.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://gleeclub.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;gleeclub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode stills:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puckerman.tumblr.com/post/4792749122" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f1d413a3533529cdc20657fba18f3a378b93acd8bb85364fef124678643f4b0a/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jRjMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDfEYgUQM2Q8p0kq_h8L2STAadbUvQoergFmaA8:2Edt7z-j9yMkV6hnNouhfw" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GLEE: Artie (Kevin McHale, L) Puck (Mark Salling, second from left), Sam (Chord Overstreet, third from left) and Finn (Cory Monteith, R) perform in the “Rumours” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, May 3 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. ©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. Cr: Beth Dubber/FOX&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puckerman.tumblr.com/post/4792706422" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/61e13fa5a3ae2d99ad18ea7e1aab184ffb1c016698ef27af338f4868bd7575da/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jRnMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDfEOhBHGWY5qUkq_BYbnyfAadbUvQoergFmaA8:3ceckPi8I8wnQMuMuAxF0Q" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GLEE: The glee club performs in the “Rumours” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, May 3 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (Pictured from L-R: Amber Riley; Jenna Ushkowitz; Lea Michele; Chris Colfer, Cory Monteith; Chord Overstreet; Dianna Agron; Ashley Fink) ©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. Cr: Beth Dubber/FOX&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puckerman.tumblr.com/post/4792697381" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/eccd551d28bffa54a5a6a5eac9a0d21b52dbdab21756f39c72ee01fb9f64190b/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jRnMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDfEYlZJMlglsUkq-xNcgHDAadbUvQoergFmaA8:7mVH59kZQQNrNyTv7qfiZQ" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GLEE: Sam (Chord Overstreet, L) and Quinn (Dianna Agron, R) perform on stage in the “Rumours” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, May 3 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. Â©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. Cr: Beth Dubber/FOX&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://puckerman.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://puckerman.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; (and click on each picture to go to each individual post to reblog/like and such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WELL WELL WHAT IS THIS, FABREVANS LOOKING MIGHTY CUTE~&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:13956</id>
    <author>
      <name>Jessica Bello</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="labels304" userid="32401828"/>
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    <title>Fanfiction: Closure (Sam/Quinn; 1/?) T</title>
    <published>2011-04-08T05:14:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-08T05:14:35Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic: r"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Closure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: That&amp;rsquo;s all it was about with Finn--closure. Quinn proposes to Sam that that&amp;rsquo;s what they need, too. To get it out of their systems. Fabrevans. 1/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T (M for future chapters) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part One: I Wish I Could Erase The Pain, Then Maybe You&amp;rsquo;d Feel The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Inspiration: Guns and Horses by Ellie Goulding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: None really, but after Original &amp;nbsp;Song to be sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m in love with her.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn should have acted surprised. Not stared at Finn with the blank expression that she had known was coming. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t mad or sad or any of those other emotions that usually cropped up when he picked Rachel Berry over her. She had nodded and shrugged, not even mustering the strength to bitch him out over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn&amp;rsquo;t in love with Finn Hudson. She loved him, a part of her always would, but she wasn&amp;rsquo;t in love with him. That was a different Quinn Fabray, one that hadn&amp;rsquo;t slept with his best friend, one that hadn&amp;rsquo;t given birth to a daughter--to only give her away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had tried to pretend since she left the hospital, almost a year ago, that she was the same person. She had gone out of her way to be the same bitch she had always been. Cutting down the same people, betraying the people that were close to her. She wanted to be that person, again. Live that life...simple and not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s why she cheated with Finn...that and the fact that there was still some residue of a relationship never properly ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; Rachel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;em&gt; had&lt;/em&gt; loved Quinn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn &lt;em&gt;fucked&lt;/em&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per &lt;em&gt;usual&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn&amp;rsquo;t lie. Santana and Sam breaking up brought her some relief. Mercedes whispered gossip during Trigonometry just washed over Quinn, a weight just leaving her mind. She wanted him to be happy...that wasn&amp;rsquo;t with Santana--or her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds after she heard the news, it hit her that it didn&amp;rsquo;t mean he still loved her. Still wanted to be with her. Still wanted to talk to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t good for Sam. She had cheated (on a boyfriend, again). It had come back to bite her in the ass. Now, she had no one (again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word Finn used to label their once again faltering coupling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;We needed to have a real ending, Quinn. We needed to close that chapter before we could move on&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true. They needed to move on, something that couldn&amp;rsquo;t have been accomplished without answering the lingering question of was there really something there, still...after everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness. That&amp;rsquo;s what was there. Sadness that attacked as soon as she saw Sam walking hand-in-hand with Santana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had swallowed her feelings, shoving them deep into the recesses of her heart and tried to convince herself that Finn was the one. Finn had been the one...the one for pre-Beth Quinn. Innocent(ish), virgin Quinn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sam across the cafeteria, he engrossed in a conversation with the football players. He was smiling, probably talking about the score from whatever sport was being played that month. He looked happy, he was in his world. She was reducing to watching him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She missed sitting with his friends. She would lean against him, his arm around her shoulders. Not paying attention to the conversation around her, she would draw designs on his knee with her finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she sat alone, a half-drunken milk in front of her and a barely touched salad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn Hudson had it right. She needed closure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closure from Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They needed one last moment. One that would finish their chapter together completely. One final memory that could at least push her in the direction of moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could feel the pit in her stomach growing heavier with each step. The soft clack of her flats on the tile was the sound of her fate sealing itself to Sam&amp;rsquo;s decision. He would still be in the weight room, doing free lifts or running or something. He always stayed behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her one shot. She had reasoned with herself that she&amp;rsquo;d do this once, she try to talk to him once. Try to convince him...once. If he turned her down, she promised herself that was it, she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t put herself out there anymore (wouldn&amp;rsquo;t let herself get hurt anymore). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly opening the door, Quinn took a step inside, spotting him near free weights. She inhaled all of the doubts that she had concerning this, and tried exhaling them away. Mustering up the courage that was Quinn Fabray and sauntering over to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey.&amp;rdquo; Her voice low and husky, trying to mask the fear she knew would bubble up if she let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes narrowing, &amp;ldquo;What are you doing here, Quinn?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forced one of those fake smiles she had been wearing for too long on, &amp;ldquo;I wanted to talk to you.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked annoyed, rolling his eyes, &amp;ldquo;Obviously...but what about?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the smile into the classic Fabray smirk, &amp;ldquo;Stuff.&amp;rdquo; She shrugged, not sure how playing aloof had came into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Quinn, I don&amp;rsquo;t have time for your game, what the hell do you really want?&amp;rdquo; Sam was practically sneering as he reached to open his water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out the quietest of sighs, hoping over his gulping of his drink he hadn&amp;rsquo;t heard it, &amp;ldquo;I have a proposition for you.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down the bottle, &amp;ldquo;What? Do you wanna cheat on Finn with me?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No. I want closure.&amp;rdquo; She folded her arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow, &amp;ldquo;Closure?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;One night, so that we can move on.&amp;rdquo; She made sure to look directly into his eyes, the urge to look down fighting against her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait--you&amp;rsquo;re saying that we have sex, so that we can move on?&amp;rdquo; He paused, laughing loudly and harshly, &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s sex going to solve?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I need you out of my system, and we&amp;rsquo;re both unattached. It&amp;rsquo;s not like we&amp;rsquo;ll be doing anything wrong.&amp;rdquo; She answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Out of your system?&amp;rdquo; Sam smirked, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m in your system? That&amp;rsquo;s strange considering you cheated on me.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, it was a mistake.&amp;rdquo; Quinn frowned, she knew that apologizing was going to be key, but she wasn&amp;rsquo;t prepared for the guilt, &amp;ldquo;If I could take it back, I&amp;rsquo;d do whatever, but I can&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shakes his head, &amp;ldquo;No, you can&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing out heavily, she continued frowning, &amp;ldquo;Alright. Forget I even asked.&amp;rdquo; She turned on her heel, taking a step away before feeling his hand circle her arm, pulling her   back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait.&amp;rdquo; He tugged her to face him, &amp;ldquo;One night? That&amp;rsquo;s it? I can&amp;rsquo;t take you back, you know that.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn nodded, &amp;ldquo;One night.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t get it, though. We never did anything, you&amp;rsquo;re in the celibacy club and you pretty much vowed abstinence after the pregnancy.&amp;rdquo; He didn&amp;rsquo;t release her arm, &amp;ldquo;Why do you wanna do this?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth biting down on the inside of her lip, trying to hide it from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m madly in love with you, and I want even if it is only once to be yours completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because we never had the chance, and had what happened, not. We would have eventually. It&amp;rsquo;s what we need to end it for real.&amp;rdquo; She said, instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay. I agree.&amp;rdquo; He released his grip on her arm, stepping back, &amp;ldquo;Come over, tomorrow, my parents are spending the weekend in Cincinnati.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Perfect.&amp;rdquo; The fake smile managing to plaster across her face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to walk out again, Quinn&amp;rsquo;s face falling into relief as soon as her back was to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, and Quinn, don&amp;rsquo;t think you&amp;rsquo;ll be able to manipulate me into taking you back.&amp;rdquo; He called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN: I just recently became a Fabrevans shipper. Used to be, I could have cared less, but recently I fell in love with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth first attempt at a ship I&amp;rsquo;m not used to writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Are you looking forward to another chapter?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback is appreciated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:13690</id>
    <author>
      <name>wanderinghope~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="wanderinghope" userid="1709064"/>
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    <title>Episode Discussion: 2x13 Comeback</title>
    <published>2011-02-16T19:28:51Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-16T19:28:51Z</updated>
    <category term="episode: 2x13"/>
    <category term="discussion: episode"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/07ead18f9640e3dcf744814534b13b56595c05ee08a8a4b486e14b2f0da81204/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oRxlzDFVnD0w_vFJS3iA:LFt1rppIIfwiYIM6gNeuRQ" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's late. Though I'm sure we all needed time to mourn our ship a bit... Discuss~&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:13473</id>
    <author>
      <name>Deb</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="thedebweb" userid="16840159"/>
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    <title>samquinn @ 2011-02-16T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2011-02-16T18:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-16T18:07:14Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart: icons"/>
    <category term="episode: 2x13"/>
    <content type="html">Sam/Quinn icons &lt;br /&gt;Glee Episode 2.13 Comeback &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/mcflygaga/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b06f04d4.png" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/mcflygaga/b06f04d4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/mcflygaga/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1ebb37df.png" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/mcflygaga/1ebb37df.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/mcflygaga/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ad79a26b.png" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/mcflygaga/ad79a26b.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebweb.livejournal.com/7042.html?#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:13199</id>
    <author>
      <name>somewhere87</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="somewhere87" userid="10386730"/>
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    <title>samquinn @ 2011-02-10T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2011-02-10T21:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-10T21:09:20Z</updated>
    <category term="photos: twitpic"/>
    <category term="news: general"/>
    <category term="actor: chord overstreet"/>
    <category term="actress: dianna agron"/>
    <category term="photos: appearances"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the writers are really messing with our pretty blond fusion right now :( But LUCKILY we some cute new Chord/Dianna stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/a4a047dd6b04ad5b2a6151e21f3c45394fe8628077b07bbc44b6b0c49a423169/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jB7MSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDrbOhtfRHVVh0kq-VEd22bAadbVvQoergFmaA8:d63RFBA_Ard_e47-f8oXiw" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/789fc895a7fca01325ad757c4609a79583b1e1e0105e6b51c58457ffb241c269/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h00kuGTrMdm8Xe8RTG28KqBQUyFUp1El9OukVRiG7KVyR8KQMdnAA_7V5Bm3nIevQ:vV-Vypkj-PU7gbGaxmPURg" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/3de23b162bb45255c7db316172b10db08cfc9c3baaaee56896f653c6a53fda32/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jRjMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDrbcVJNHnAaikkq_h8GmXzAadbUvQoergFmaA8:f6nkHVjoXTk8gW9egldu7g" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;But after the movie, which by the way was very good (I liked it a lot), we saw that the other theater ended at the same time as us and everyone was leaving. Dianna Agron came out ALONG with Chord Overstreet (Sam) and Harry Shum Jr. (Mike Chang) from Glee! So I got video of them going into their car and waving to us. The car was literally right in front of me&amp;mdash;like a foot away!&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjmocha.tumblr.com/post/3220526534/i-am-number-four-movie-premiere-in-westwood" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://jjmocha.tumblr.com/post/3220526534/i-am-number-four-movie-premiere-in-westwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a video on that tumblr, it's pretty crappy in the end, but you can see Dianna and Chord going into the same car :)&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:13002</id>
    <author>
      <name>wanderinghope~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="wanderinghope" userid="1709064"/>
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    <title>2x12 Episode Discusion - Silly Love Songs</title>
    <published>2011-02-09T01:18:23Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-09T01:18:23Z</updated>
    <category term="episode: 2x12"/>
    <category term="discussion: episode"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;» LIVE STREAM LINKS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelsurfing.net/watch-fox.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Channel Surfing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvpc.com/Channel.php?ChannelID=1730" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;TVPC #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvpc.com/Channel.php?ChannelID=2736" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;TVPC #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girl-tv.co.cc/watch-glee-live-2/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Girl TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCUSS~</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:12656</id>
    <author>
      <name>somewhere87</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="somewhere87" userid="10386730"/>
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    <title>Spoiler about the Valentine epiosde</title>
    <published>2011-02-04T13:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-04T17:32:42Z</updated>
    <category term="discussion: couple"/>
    <category term="news: spoilers"/>
    <category term="!spoiler alert"/>
    <content type="html">Added promo as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Finn and Quinn kiss at the kissing booth. Sam knows because he pretty much egg&amp;rsquo;d Quinn to do it since he saw some flirty looks between her and Finn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that they kiss more in private so they don&amp;rsquo;t get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is legit. I talk to people who have already seen the Superbowl episode and Silly Love Songs. I will not spoil anything else so please don&amp;rsquo;t message me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://-loveislouder.tumblr.com/post/3102092275/glee-spoiler" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;-loveislouder.tumblr.com/post/3102092275/glee-spoiler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tumblr have always been legit with their spoilers ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StarryMag &lt;br /&gt;I'd say the core people the episode focuses on have some maturing moments, but many take two steps forward, to take two steps back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaredEng @nameissarahblad &lt;br /&gt;Santana once again is up to revenge! Breaking up another couple . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaredEng &lt;br /&gt;Spoiler: Wuh oh, looks like a new romance is about to blossom by the end of the @GleeonFOX episode. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: promo for the episode...i'm confused the Sam part in the beginning must be for the follow ep. right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;http://chicletaria.tumblr.com/post/3106660712/keepitsimpleforme-sapphos-ghost-embedded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/somewhere87/pic/00097qkx/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="500" height="300" border="0" alt="" src="https://pics.livejournal.com/somewhere87/pic/00097qkx" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/somewhere87/pic/00097qkx/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:12419</id>
    <author>
      <name>wanderinghope~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="wanderinghope" userid="1709064"/>
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    <title>2x13 Episode Stills</title>
    <published>2011-02-03T03:27:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-03T03:27:39Z</updated>
    <category term="photos: episode stills"/>
    <category term="discussion: couple"/>
    <category term="episode: 2x13"/>
    <category term="news: spoilers"/>
    <category term="!spoiler alert"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click picture for HQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagebam.com/image/4993e1117833630" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/00fa8a20abb835cc57b64743769176b84292d3da3d44a6a3b9f308c36665b15e/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jRrMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDqOYVNUO2MciUkq_h8L2STAadbUvQoergFmaA8:gKSfccejag5YAbhVC-VaYQ" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE: Sam (Chord Overstreet, L) sings to Quinn (Dianna Agron, R) in the “Comeback” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, Feb. 15 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. ©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. CR: Adam Rose/FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagebam.com/image/d21464117833759" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9dfd1015e55a1df915cc011f2abd0e07ebc58f3ec9fc5f566b6cd121617ee5c7/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jB7MSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDqOYhlSLHEkzkkq_h8L2STAadbUvQoergFmaA8:zOHUB4oBB6hK2E13U-xNaQ" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE: Sam (Chord Overstreet, R) starts a tribute band with Mike (Harry Shum Jr., L), Puck (Mark Salling, second from L) and Artie (Kevin McHale, third from L) in the “Comeback” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, Feb. 15 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. ©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. CR: Adam Rose/FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagebam.com/image/5dfe6a117833564" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0a4a98b5595d62ac4d5474ff88527eac11e23dbaf0ee9ced36b595ed57e26bbb/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jRvMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDqOYhpJD0chiUkq_h8L2STAadbUvQoergFmaA8:9bmbgs_ptpQunoz_uonSfA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE: Sam (Chord Overstreet) performs in the “Comeback” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, Feb. 15 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. ©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. CR: Adam Rose/FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Idek what is going on in this one &lt;s&gt;and why Santana is on Quinn's man... Though he doesn't seem to be paying her very much attention~&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagebam.com/image/3e25f5117833826" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/e9a357dc1578b0e613c439f36672395d15f7850267850d8967a61da73fc03224/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUEMdsf-ah7h0jB7MSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDqOYhpHKgEIuUkq_h8L2STAadbUvQoergFmaA8:I9_MpEV5KOXRR0umsPFiBw" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE: Rachel (Lea Michele, C) makes a suggestion to the glee club in the “Comeback” episode of GLEE airing Tuesday, Feb. 15 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. Pictured bottom row L-R: Naya Rivera, Chord Overstreet, Jenna Ushkowitz, Amber Riley and Kevin McHale. Top row L-R: Ashley Fink, Mark Salling, Harry Shum Jr., Dianna Agron, Heather Morris and Cory Monteith. ©2011 Fox Broadcasting Co. CR: Adam Rose/FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://puckerman.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hope because of the last picture where all the couples aren't sitting together, that the boy band is to woo their ladies back :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:12105</id>
    <author>
      <name>Alex</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="arishako" userid="24593157"/>
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    <title>Looking for Love (In All the Right Places) [Quinn/Sam, R]</title>
    <published>2011-02-02T02:43:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-02T02:43:32Z</updated>
    <category term="character: sam evans"/>
    <category term="fanfic: r"/>
    <category term="character: quinn fabray"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Looking for Love (In All the Right Places) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: sexy eyeball licking action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length&lt;/b&gt;: 3650&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoilers&lt;/b&gt;: vague spoilers for 2x08/Furt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: When you’re dating Quinn Fabray, sometimes you go slower than you want to, and sometimes she’ll let you lick her eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arishako.livejournal.com/6720.html" target="_blank"&gt;"You really do have the prettiest eyes, you know."&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:11905</id>
    <author>
      <name>wanderinghope~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="wanderinghope" userid="1709064"/>
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    <title>TVLine Romance Spoilers</title>
    <published>2011-01-13T18:52:52Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-13T18:52:52Z</updated>
    <category term="character: sam evans"/>
    <category term="episode: 2x11"/>
    <category term="news: spoilers"/>
    <category term="character: quinn fabray"/>
    <category term="!spoiler alert"/>
    <lj:music>Frou Frou - Let Go | Powered by Last.fm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Glee  Scoop On Sue's New Direction, Plus 9 Romance Updates!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee stars have been singing… like canaries, sharing bits of intel about what’s to come when the Fox hit resumes its sophomore season on Sunday, February 6, with a special aprés-Super Bowl outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cite one provocative example: Jane Lynch revealed on Wednesday that in an upcoming episode, Sue Sylvester will join New Directions for a bit, partaking in a performance number set to a song by My Chemical Romance, and featuring Lea Michele and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course, the word on many a Glee fan’s lips as of late is “Bieber,” as in Justin. The luminous Dianna Agron gave TVLine the inside line on how the teen crooner figures into the Valentine’s Day-themed episode airing February 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we previously told you, The Beebs’ influence is felt when Sam gets it in his head that channeling the lad — bowl cut-meets-mop hairstyle and all — will appeal to Quinn. “But does it? That’s the question,” Dianna teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessing Sam’s misguided notions, Agron says, “I liken him to a golden retriever puppy. He is sweet, he can be a little dopey — in a lovable way — and sometimes his thoughts aren’t fully cooked.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, “The episode stirs up some problems with them,” the actress revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Quinn’s wholesome relationship with Sam does peter out, there’s a mob of “Quick” fans hoping to see their girl reignite with babydaddy Puck. Alas, neither Agron nor Mark Salling can offers those ‘shippers much hope. Although she feels that fan base’s pain, Dianna reported, “There’s nothing [planned] right now. Nothing.” Likewise, Mark told me, “It might be a while for that.” (Instead, as scooped in Ask Ausiello, Puck is due for a hook-up with New Directions newbie Lauren.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear Cory Monteith tell it — OK, speculate it — Finn might find himself having (re-)designs on Quinn, especially now that he and Rachel are on the skids. Though Cory claims to have “no idea” what’s to come for Finn and Rachel, he suspects “it’s always going to be back-and-forth between Rachel and Quinn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for McKinley High’s other romances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Matthew Morrison is “really looking forward” to Gwyneth Paltrow’s announced encore as Holly Holiday, this time resurfacing as a sex ed teacher (“We’ll see what that entails,” Matt smiled). Might a date or two with Holly rouse Emma’s feelings for Will? Oh yeah. “She’s done enough of making me jealous [with John Stamos' Carl], that I am looking forward to making her a little jealous now,” Morrison says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Will’s ex-wife also stands to lose with Gwyn’s return, hammering yet another nail into that crumbled marriage’s coffin and leaving Terri with zero other options. “Going up against an Oscar winner is so unfair!” Jessalyn Gilsig faux-laments. “Give a girl a chance!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Harry Shum Jr. says that Mike (aka Other Asian) and Tina are “going good, though there are some ups and downs — ‘Asian romance obstacles’ — that are fun to explore.” Interestingly, Harry teases that while Tina/Mike may come across as a purely physical relationship, “You soon will see that it’s not entirely like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* “So far, so good” is how Kevin McHale sums up things with Artie and Brittany, one of MHS’ most unlikely hook-ups. “Right now, everybody’s happy,” Kevin says. “When he was with Tina it was super-hardcore drama, so it’s fun to play this while we can.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Though Naya Rivera has nothing to tease about Santana and Brittany, her sometimes Sapphic sister, she was game to speculate on what lies beneath Santana’s Cheerios uniform, especially since an upcoming storyline might require her to strip down to her unmentionables: “I’m thinking red, and I’m thinking lace.” And I’m thinking that’s a fine note to leave off on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:11729</id>
    <author>
      <name>Jude Lennon</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="dudeseriouslywa" userid="33492976"/>
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    <title>samquinn @ 2011-01-09T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2011-01-10T05:30:31Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-19T22:49:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; My Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt;  Sam/Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sam Evans, the new kid, who wants to make an impression, wants to be popular yet nice, someone people look up to , and he wants to have a notmal hiigh school experience, but then he meets Quinn Fabray and then his plans seem to change. heads up it's AU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6574159/1/My_Everything" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Inbetween Scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt;  Sam/Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; A collection of missing scenes abbot one Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; K+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6480967/1/The_Inbetween_Scenes" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; graduation day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt;  Sam/Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; sam reflects on his two years at McKinley High at his graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; K+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6545863/1/graduation_day" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A Different Type of Story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt;  Sam/Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; A different way Ken and Barbie get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; K+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6561998/1/A_Different_Type_of_Story" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgot to add this isnt my writing my ff.net bud wrote them and told me it was cool to put here.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:11357</id>
    <author>
      <name>an unkindness of ravens</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="sweettxpea" userid="15204727"/>
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    <title>samquinn @ 2011-01-09T11:11:00</title>
    <published>2011-01-09T16:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-09T16:11:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This batch includes: Blake Lively, Diana Agron, Leighton Meester, Selena Gomez (with Cory Monteith), Candice Accola, Nina Dobrev, Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Ian Somerhalder, Adam Brody, Rachel Bilson, Annalynne McCord, Chord Overstreet, Jonas Brothers, Taylor Swift, 90210, Glee, The Big Bang Theory, The Buried Life, The OC, and the Vampire Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/simplexowhisper/9256.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; @&amp;nbsp;&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="simplexowhisper" lj:user="simplexowhisper" &gt;&lt;a href="https://simplexowhisper.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://simplexowhisper.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;simplexowhisper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:11196</id>
    <author>
      <name>EvaFlack001</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="evaflack001" userid="17709777"/>
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    <title>Sam/Quinn Fiction</title>
    <published>2011-01-07T22:55:49Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-08T15:01:46Z</updated>
    <category term="character: sam evans"/>
    <category term="character: quinn fabray"/>
    <category term="fanfic: pg"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Sam/Quinn, mention of Finn/Rachel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes you have to open old wounds to heal them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;K+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s that?&amp;rdquo; Sam tilted his head towards the blonde in the cheerleader&amp;rsquo;s outfit walking down the halls of McKinley High school. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who?&amp;rdquo; Dave Karofsky, his self elected tour guide, looked towards the crowd. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;That blonde cheerleader?&amp;rdquo; Sam asked, watching the sway of her slender hips and her long legs in the tiny red and white skirt as she passed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dave snorted. &amp;ldquo;The Ice Queen? Trust me, bro, you don&amp;rsquo;t want to go there. &amp;ldquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why not?&amp;rdquo; Sam asked curiously, craning his neck as the blonde disappeared into a classroom at the end of the hallway. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;She got knocked up last year,&amp;rdquo; Dave answered with a sneer. &amp;ldquo;Do you really want to tap that?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam didn&amp;rsquo;t answer just watched as Karofsky threw the slushie he was carrying all over a kid with a ridiculous looking Afro and a microphone in his hands. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Penny for your thoughts?&amp;rdquo; Quinn teased, dropping into the seat beside him and kissing his cheek. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi.&amp;rdquo; Sam felt his chest tighten at the sight of her. She was just so beautiful. It was Saturday, so her blonde hair was loose from its usual high ponytail and fell around her shoulders.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Instead of her Cheerios uniform she wore a pair of blue jeans, a white top and a simple yellow cardigan with her converse trainers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sam?&amp;rdquo; Quinn asked, lacing her fingers with his and leaning against his side as they watched a bunch of college guys play an impromptu game of baseball.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry.&amp;rdquo; Sam smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. &amp;ldquo;I was just thinking that you look beautiful today.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn smiled and squeezed his hand gently. &amp;ldquo;You mean you don&amp;rsquo;t prefer my Cheerios uniform?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well,&amp;rdquo; Sam pretended to consider her question, laughing when she elbowed him in the ribs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, seriously, you&amp;rsquo;d look amazing in a burlap sack. You know that.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn jumped up. &amp;ldquo;Come on, let&amp;rsquo;s go for a walk. It&amp;rsquo;s too nice to laze around and those guys are going to hit one of us with that baseball.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They strolled leisurely around the park, hands intertwined, until they came to the children&amp;rsquo;s playground. Quinn&amp;rsquo;s smile dimmed slightly, her hazel eyes darkened. Sam didn&amp;rsquo;t miss the look on her face, that mixture of longing and sadness and pain that made him ache for her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn had never denied that she had given birth last year. She had often told him that honesty was very important to her because she had almost lost everything due to lies and deceit. That said, she never spoke of the little girl she had held and then given away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every time Sam broached the subject, she seemed to close in on herself and the sadness in her eyes was more than he could bear. She would unconsciously wrap her arms around herself and put an imperceptible distance between them that he couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam watched her, noticing the way that one hand fluttered subconsciously to her flat stomach, the other rubbed at her chest as if it ached there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, she frowned and darted towards the jungle gym. Sam saw her reach them just in time to catch a tiny blonde girl as she was about to plummet from the top to the ground. He quickly made his way to Quinn&amp;rsquo;s side and watched as she set the little girl on her feet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What were you doing up there, sweetheart?&amp;rdquo; Quinn was asking softly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Climbing!&amp;rdquo; The child gave her a toothy grin and looked up at Sam. &amp;ldquo;Hi.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi.&amp;rdquo; He smiled gently at her but his attention was focused on Quinn. She was a little pale. &amp;ldquo;Quinn?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh my God! You little monkey!&amp;rdquo; A harrassed looking woman ran towards them, her dark hair falling out of its ponytail. &amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t believe you tried to climb up there.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mama!&amp;rdquo; The child put up her little arms and cuddled into her mother&amp;rsquo;s neck contentedly. &amp;ldquo;Climbing!&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The woman sent them a grateful look. &amp;ldquo;I just turned my back for a minute...she climbs everything! There was no way I could have reached her on time.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No problem,&amp;rdquo; Sam answered, seeing that Quinn was watching the little girl intently. &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s beautiful.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;She is,&amp;rdquo; the woman agreed with a fond smile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;d better take her home for her nap now. Say thank you, Beth and wave bye bye.&amp;rdquo; With another smile, she turned and walked away, taking little Beth with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At the woman&amp;rsquo;s instruction, Sam saw Quinn stiffen and all the colour leech from her face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tank you,&amp;rdquo; Beth repeated obediently, waving goodbye over her mother&amp;rsquo;s shoulder as they walked away. &amp;ldquo;Bye bye!&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn &amp;lsquo;s hand trembled in his as Sam steered her away from the playground. She walked along, stumbling once, her eyes focused on something he couldn&amp;rsquo;t see. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Reaching a bench, he sat down and tugged gently until she was sitting beside him, still staring straight ahead. &amp;ldquo;Quinn?&amp;rdquo;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When she didn&amp;rsquo;t answer, his concern grew. &amp;ldquo;Quinn? Baby, talk to me.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She looked up at him, eyes blank. &amp;ldquo;I have to go.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam grabbed for her as she got unsteadily to her feet. &amp;ldquo;Quinn, wait. Let me take you home. We can talk...&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; She wrenched herself free from his grasp and stepped back. &amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t. ...can&amp;rsquo;t... I have to go.&amp;rdquo; She turned and ran towards the gate, ignoring his calls to her to stop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-right:medium none;padding-right:0cm;border-top:medium none;padding-left:0cm;padding-bottom:1pt;border-left:medium none;padding-top:0cm;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element:para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="border-right: medium none; padding-right: 0cm; border-top: medium none; padding-left: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; border-left: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; border-bottom: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn ran blindly, wanting to get away from the park with its happy families and the sudden and vivid reminder of the tiny daughter she had loved and given away to some nameless family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The pressure in her chest grew as she darted through the crowd. She could hear Sam running behind her and ignored him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Beth. Her name is Beth.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Images of the little blonde child she had just met flashed through her head. The hazel eyes, so like her own, the blonde curls...Quinn shook her head and kept running. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She looks just like you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The pain was too much. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t handle it anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Continuing to ignore Sam&amp;rsquo;s calls, she swerved through the gate and out into the road. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She didn&amp;rsquo;t hear the blast from the car horn or even register the fact that someone was driving towards her until the squeal of brakes penetrated the fog around her brain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Say bye bye.&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;She heard a cry of anguish &amp;ndash; her name? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The world went black. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-right:medium none;padding-right:0cm;border-top:medium none;padding-left:0cm;padding-bottom:1pt;border-left:medium none;padding-top:0cm;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element:para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="border-right: medium none; padding-right: 0cm; border-top: medium none; padding-left: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; border-left: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; border-bottom: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam sat by Quinn&amp;rsquo;s bed in the hospital, watching as she slept.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He closed his eyes, shuddering at the memory of her body slumped across the hood of the car before it landed on the concrete. &lt;br /&gt;The next hour had been a blur of screams, wailing sirens and flashing blue and red lights. He had called her mother, who was out of town and told her what had happened. Judy Fabray had promised to get the next flight home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A call to Mike Chang took care of Glee Club. They had arrived in full force and arranged themselves in the waiting room, silently supporting Sam with their presence. Even Mr Shue had come and after squeezing Sam&amp;rsquo;s shoulder, had taken the chair in the corner of the room and folded his hands together, his eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When the doctor had come in to tell them that Quinn was fine apart from a broken arm and some severe bruising, Sam had fallen into his chair, his whole body shaking with relief. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sam?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The voice brought&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;him out of his reverie. Finn and Rachel were peering around the curtain that separated Quinn&amp;rsquo;s cubicle from the other bed in the small room. Giving them a tired smile, he focused his attention on the sleeping girl in the bed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;You guys should go home. It&amp;rsquo;s been a long day.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s been sleeping for hours.&amp;rdquo; Finn ignored his friend and perched on the other chair, pulling Rachel into his lap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Doctor said she&amp;rsquo;ll have to stay til tomorrow when her Mom gets back.&amp;rdquo; Sam took Quinn&amp;rsquo;s uninjured hand in his and smoothed a few strands of blonde hair back from her bruised face. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m going to stay here until Mrs Fabray gets here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you want us to stay with you?&amp;rdquo; Rachel rested her worried gaze on the girl in the bed. &amp;ldquo;My dads won&amp;rsquo;t mind.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks, Rachel,&amp;rdquo; Sam answered. &amp;ldquo;But they won&amp;rsquo;t let us all stay and I&amp;rsquo;m not leaving her.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Finn nodded and after clapping a hand to Sam&amp;rsquo;s shoulder, he led Rachel from the room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam sighed and turned back to Quinn.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wake up,&amp;rdquo; he whispered, kissing her cheek gently. &amp;ldquo;Wake up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-right:medium none;padding-right:0cm;border-top:medium none;padding-left:0cm;padding-bottom:1pt;border-left:medium none;padding-top:0cm;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element:para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="border-right: medium none; padding-right: 0cm; border-top: medium none; padding-left: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; border-left: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; border-bottom: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn opened her eyes and moaned at the pain in her head. The sound jerked Sam out of a light doze. &amp;ldquo;Quinn? Baby, can you hear me?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn moaned again and heard him calling frantically for a doctor. Moments later, hands began to gently poke at her and lights were shone in her eyes. &amp;ldquo;Sam?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right here,&amp;rdquo; he called out from the foot of her bed. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s going to be okay.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn felt herself drift into the darkness again, the pressure of his hand on hers the last thing she felt. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-right:medium none;padding-right:0cm;border-top:medium none;padding-left:0cm;padding-bottom:1pt;border-left:medium none;padding-top:0cm;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element:para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="border-right: medium none; padding-right: 0cm; border-top: medium none; padding-left: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; border-left: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; border-bottom: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam parked his car in front of the Fabray house and ran up the driveway. Mrs Fabray had sounded worried when she called him twenty minutes ago, saying that Quinn wouldn&amp;rsquo;t come out of her bedroom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She had been home from the hospital for two days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Judy Fabray met him at the door, worry evident in her eyes. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry to call you, Sam, but she won&amp;rsquo;t talk to me.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s okay,&amp;rdquo; Sam assured her. &amp;ldquo;Can I go up?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please.&amp;rdquo; Judy nodded. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll make something for you to eat.&amp;rdquo; She paused, one hand on his arm. &amp;ldquo;Sam?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He looked questioningly at her. &amp;ldquo;Yes?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s not as strong as she lets on,&amp;rdquo; Judy said, biting her lip. &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s had a lot to deal with. Her father didn&amp;rsquo;t deal well with her pregnancy...and then the baby...&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam nodded. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry that she had to go through all that.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;She never talks about her,&amp;rdquo; Judy fretted. &amp;ldquo;She tries to be so strong, but she hasn&amp;rsquo;t ever actually talked about it...&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mrs Fabray.&amp;rdquo; Sam put his hand on Judy&amp;rsquo;s and squeezed. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll try.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He took the stairs two at a time and paused in front of Quinn&amp;rsquo;s bedroom door, knocking softly. &amp;ldquo;Quinn?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No answer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Quinn, it&amp;rsquo;s Sam.&amp;rdquo; He tried again. When there was no answer, he pushed the door in and felt his heart lurch at the sight of her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn sat, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, huddled into a corner of the bed. She didn&amp;rsquo;t look up when he came in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With a sigh, he scooted on to the bed until he was sitting next to her, their shoulders millimetres apart. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your Mom called,&amp;rdquo; he said conversationally. &amp;ldquo;She said that you weren&amp;rsquo;t coming out of your room.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No answer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam closed his eyes briefly. &amp;ldquo;Quinn, you can&amp;rsquo;t keep this up.&amp;rdquo; He saw her clench and unclench her good hand and prayed that he would be able to get through to her. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not going anywhere,&amp;rdquo; he added firmly. &amp;ldquo;If you don&amp;rsquo;t talk, that&amp;rsquo;s fine. If you won&amp;rsquo;t leave your room, that&amp;rsquo;s fine too. But I&amp;rsquo;m staying.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He leaned his head against the wall and prepared to wait. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Beth.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The word was whispered so quietly, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure he had heard it. &amp;ldquo;Beth?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn raised her bruised face to his and the anguish in her eyes tore at him. &amp;ldquo;My baby. Her name was Beth.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam nodded, the pieces falling into place in his mind. He struggled against the urge to touch her, to try to soothe. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s a beautiful name.&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;She was beautiful,&amp;rdquo; Quinn said softly. &amp;ldquo;I held her for just a few moments, then they took her to the nursery.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;OF course she was beautiful,&amp;rdquo; Sam answered. &amp;ldquo;Look at her mom.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I didn&amp;rsquo;t go to say goodbye.&amp;rdquo; Quinn continued, lost in memories. &amp;ldquo;I told them I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to see her new family.&amp;rdquo; She shook her head fiercely. &amp;ldquo;What kind of person am I? I just gave up my baby and I didn&amp;rsquo;t even say goodbye.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Quinn...&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I gave her away,&amp;rdquo; Quinn hissed fiercely. &amp;ldquo;She was mine, and I just gave her away.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was the right thing for you to do,&amp;rdquo; Sam interrupted. &amp;ldquo;You couldn&amp;rsquo;t keep her.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know,&amp;rdquo; Quinn cried. &amp;ldquo;I know that, I&amp;rsquo;m not stupid, Sam. But she was mine, just for a few minutes. And I can&amp;rsquo;t get away from the fact that I just gave her away.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The tears trickled from her eyes and she looked so lost, so sad that he ached for her. &amp;ldquo;You did the right thing.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It hurts,&amp;rdquo; she whispered. &amp;ldquo;It hurts, right here.&amp;rdquo; She pressed a hand to her chest. &amp;ldquo;It always hurts. I don&amp;rsquo;t know how to stop it and nobody understands. There&amp;rsquo;s a hole, and Beth...Beth...&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As her voice broke and the tears came, Sam gently pulled her into his lap and stroked her hair as she cried for herself and for the baby she had loved so much and let go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Judy Fabray came to the door and saw her daughter curled up on Sam&amp;rsquo;s lap, harsh sobs wracking her body. She pressed a hand to her heart, her own eyes swimming as she met Sam&amp;rsquo;s gaze. Turning away, she closed the door quietly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-right:medium none;padding-right:0cm;border-top:medium none;padding-left:0cm;padding-bottom:1pt;border-left:medium none;padding-top:0cm;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element:para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="border-right: medium none; padding-right: 0cm; border-top: medium none; padding-left: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; border-left: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; border-bottom: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn felt raw inside. Everything hurt. Her ribs, her arm, her head. But mostly her heart. She felt a hand stroke her hair soothingly and felt a vibration under her cheek. She realised that Sam was humming softly to her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Her sobs had slowed to shudders now and she felt herself being lifted and gently put on her bed. She clutched his shirt in her hands. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t go.&amp;rdquo; Her voice was raspy from crying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam pressed a kiss to her forehead. &amp;ldquo;I told you, I&amp;rsquo;m not going anywhere.&amp;rdquo; He sat down on the bed and carefully slipped his arms around her so that her head rested on his chest. &amp;ldquo;Go to sleep, Quinn.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;rdquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll be here, when I wake?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He smiled at her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll be here.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;For the first time in longer than she could remember, Quinn slept without hearing a baby crying in her sleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-right:medium none;padding-right:0cm;border-top:medium none;padding-left:0cm;padding-bottom:1pt;border-left:medium none;padding-top:0cm;border-bottom:windowtext 1pt solid;mso-element:para-border-div;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="border-right: medium none; padding-right: 0cm; border-top: medium none; padding-left: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; border-left: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; border-bottom: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam took Quinn&amp;rsquo;s hand as she walked into the choir room. &amp;ldquo;You ready?&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn smiled at him. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m good.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;How&amp;rsquo;s your arm?&amp;rdquo; Sam said, a worried frown creasing his forehead. &amp;ldquo;Maybe you should just go home.&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I need to be here,&amp;rdquo; Quinn said quietly. &amp;ldquo;It helps.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He nodded and held out a chair for her as they waited for the rest of the group to arrive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, look who&amp;rsquo;s back!&amp;rdquo; Mike Chang exclaimed as he walked into the room, Tina at his side. &amp;ldquo;Welcome back, Q.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Quinn smiled as Tina gently hugged her and Mike patted her shoulder. An excited squeal from Rachel made her laugh out loud and before long she was surrounded by her friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She looked at Puck, noting the concern in his eyes and nodded at him. He nodded back and squeezed her good hand gently. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sam&amp;rsquo;s arm draped over her shoulders felt warm and Quinn realised that for the first time in months, she felt like she could actually be happy again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And it was all thanks to the blond haired, blue eyed boy who sat protectively beside her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Leaning over, she whispered in his ear. &amp;ldquo;I love you.&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;His answering smile was all she needed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:10959</id>
    <author>
      <name>Amy</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="odd_one_around" userid="18795634"/>
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    <title>83 Icons</title>
    <published>2010-12-28T14:43:17Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-28T14:43:17Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart: icons"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[30]&lt;/b&gt; - Glee &amp;ndash; 2.10 &lt;i&gt;A Very Glee Christmas&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[15]&lt;/b&gt; - Misfits &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[17]&lt;/b&gt; - Sucker Punch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[20]&lt;/b&gt; - Requests (15 Icons + 2 Wallpapers + 3 Large Graphics) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt277/mazzie45/Icons/ep2x10-11.png" fetchpriority="high" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="https://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt277/mazzie45/Icons/ep2x10-13.png" loading="lazy" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="https://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt277/mazzie45/Icons/ep2x10-16.png" loading="lazy" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://odd-one-around.livejournal.com/35935.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="odd_one_around" lj:user="odd_one_around" &gt;&lt;a href="https://odd-one-around.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://odd-one-around.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;odd_one_around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:10545</id>
    <author>
      <name>serenity2bliss</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="serenity2bliss" userid="11218190"/>
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    <title>Santa is  boy, everybody knows that</title>
    <published>2010-12-10T15:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-10T15:11:41Z</updated>
    <category term="fanart: icons"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;&amp;gt;209 Special Education&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;210 A Very Glee Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/https_placeholder.png" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenity2bliss.livejournal.com/81009.html" target="_blank"&gt;I'm everybody's Secret Santa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:10450</id>
    <author>
      <name>rei</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="redstained" userid="264642"/>
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    <title>Fic: For the Longest Time (PG)</title>
    <published>2010-12-10T14:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-10T14:20:34Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic: pg"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; For The Longest Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Sam/Quinn, mentions Brittany/Santana, Mike/Tina, Finn/Rachel, Puck/Quinn (if you blink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything and everything from Duets (2x04) to Furt (2x08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 4,223&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Love isn't supposed to be a factor, but Quinn is finding her heart doesn't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; Not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&lt;/strong&gt;  Unbeta'd, but if anyone wants to beta for me, please let me know :) Apologies in advance for any typos/plot holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redstained.livejournal.com/38559.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;(&amp;quot;I think I love you,&amp;quot; he says, and for the first time in her life Quinn Fabray understands what it's like to want to laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:10076</id>
    <author>
      <name>freakybookworm</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="freakybookworm" userid="31576028"/>
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    <title>Gorgeous Dianna</title>
    <published>2010-12-08T14:15:28Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-08T14:15:28Z</updated>
    <category term="actress: dianna agron"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/b58e2fd08fa14790c40e054fdd0b5e0f85184e6b51780d10d18382deb4d244f4/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUUMdsf-ah7h0yFmVE_xZgNLf_FbXmszqAUcnB0JkIUxjpE1CkjjJcExNCFwYmAoorQgFm3CNJQ:WH8HY8sECG6lYTTYd-6PQA" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether any of you have seen this but doesn't Dianna look gorgeous in her new movie "The Hunters". Can't wait for it to come out!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:9934</id>
    <author>
      <name>idek~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="ipickquinn" userid="24096428"/>
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    <title>Episode Discussion: 2x10 A Very Glee Christmas</title>
    <published>2010-12-08T00:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-08T00:45:32Z</updated>
    <category term="discussion: episode"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/34d1ff948c89d75ab1739ebf37b623aa49f756ff969e3b1860dd67477c28002a/P2WlxyVijxKvg25m8sdRUUMdsf-ah7h0jRjMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkD7PYVAdH3M-l0kq-kIfjn3AadaTvGUF9EEvLRvqUf4:iIw1AwYAe1Z2LO6hV294GQ" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gif by &lt;a href="http://-sparkling.tumblr.com/post/2055398301" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;-sparkling&lt;/a&gt; @ tumblr)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;» LIVE STREAM LINKS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelsurfing.net/watch-fox.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Channel Surfing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvpc.com/Channel.php?ChannelID=1730" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;TVPC #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvpc.com/Channel.php?ChannelID=2736" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;TVPC #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girl-tv.co.cc/watch-glee-live-2/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Girl TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the last episode before the hiatus!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:9511</id>
    <author>
      <name>idek~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="ipickquinn" userid="24096428"/>
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    <title>2x10 promo &amp; sneak peeks!</title>
    <published>2010-12-03T18:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-03T19:05:28Z</updated>
    <category term="video: promo"/>
    <category term="episode: 2x10"/>
    <category term="!spoiler alert"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this person can't figure out embedding that isn't youtube... Have links instead! (anyone know how it works? hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little Sam/Quinn moment in 'Merry Christmas, Darling': &lt;a href="http://insidetv.ew.com/2010/12/03/glee-baby-its-cold-outside/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;EW&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://puckerman.tumblr.com/post/2082646796" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="16" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:samquinn:9293</id>
    <author>
      <name>idek~</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="ipickquinn" userid="24096428"/>
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    <title>Someone To Stand By Me, R (Sam/Quinn)</title>
    <published>2010-12-01T22:21:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-01T22:21:25Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic: r"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Someone To Stand By Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="ipickquinn" lj:user="ipickquinn" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ipickquinn.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ipickquinn.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ipickquinn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Sam/Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count:&lt;/b&gt; 2,602&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/b&gt; 2x06 I guess with title from 2x09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; “How can you love me but not want me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N:&lt;/b&gt; Written for the &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="glee_kink_meme" lj:user="glee_kink_meme" &gt;&lt;a href="https://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;glee_kink_meme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/glee_kink_meme/1680.html?thread=8383376#t8383376" target="_blank"&gt;prompt&lt;/a&gt;: Sam is asexual, but not aromantic. He's falling in love with (insert character here, but please not Rachel or Mr. Schue) but is terrified of his secret. His lack of sexual urges got him beat up at his old school, so he's scared of revealing his secret. He tries to force himself to be sexual, so that he'll fit in, but eventually an understanding comes between him and his partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipickquinn.livejournal.com/41636.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; @ my journal.</content>
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