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the age old question. how long was she in town for? truthfully, she didn't know. all she knew is that she needed a break from boston. she loved the city, but she just wanted to go home. she needed to be home. she would play it by ear, she supposed. returning back to boston was never off the table, it just all depended on certain things. never say never, but right now lima was her home base. "i'm not too sure actually, awhile, at least. i wanted to be closer to my mom and my sister and her family," well it wasn't like it was a lie. quinn did want to be closer to her family and it's not like she was going to tell sam she was going through a break up at the moment. there's just some things you don't tell your guy friends, especially when you used to date. awkward. her smile extended when he started talking about glee club. she loved how passionate he was. he reminded her a lot of finn in terms of loving the club. he was the perfect fit. "you light up just talking about them, i love that. i can't wait to meet them and catch a performance one of these days," the blonde beamed. it was hard not to when she was around him. some people are just sunshine in human form. "oh, well, boston's boston. people are pissed the patriots are terrible again. you know me. so i thought hey, why not come home and try to guidance moody and hormonal teenagers next?" a laugh spilled from her lips to follow his, unable to help it. his laugh was so refreshing. something she definitely wouldn't mind listening to more of. "i might need some advice on that front from you though,"

deep down, in the very pit of his stomach, every thought that passed him as a solemn rememberance of quinn fabray made him nauseous. maybe it was the flurry of unrequited love, fear, and genuine confusion. the same teenage feelings he had suppressed throughout the years that always seemed to bubble back up in the most inconvenient way. particularly his naivety to blame, but sam was still the same lovestruck teen who knew exactly how he felt and in the moment it was solidified. greeting the past that he had never truly believed would ever cross him again. however, this was william mckinley. anything was possible. “how long…how long are you here for?” he sputtered, the etiquette of small conversation being the only option he could attest to in that very moment. glee club. the beginning and end of everything. it seemingly was the jumpstart to every meaningful memory that allowed sam to grow. “ah, well they’re definitely something else. i highly doubt any group could be as dramatic as us but they have time to prove everyone wrong. they have a lot of heart and drive and of course every single one is massively talented. but i don’t want you to think i’m being too biased there. they make my job easy..they’re special,” he concluded, his lasting word cracked with a burst of a grin forming into a full smile. “they’re not perfect but that’s what makes it work,” the blonde added firmly, a confirming nod following. “what about you? how’s boston? are you bossing around judges left and right and taking down names and giving the people deserved justice?” he inquired, a distinct chuckle emitting into the air as if he already had knowledge of the answer.

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sam, sam, sam. she's not proud of the mistakes she made in high school. truthfully, she was a bitch. she was a bitch and he was always so sweet. there's certain people that you can tell are truly kind because you can see it in their eyes. sam was one of those people. eyes so blue the blonde could drown in them. then there were certain songs that no matter where you were in the world when you hear them it takes you back to a moment in time. quinn had a lot of songs like that. lucky and i've had the time of my life were two of those. the astronomy room, the promise ring. having a full blown panic attack because the last time i was on stage i went into labor, oh my god, oh my god i can't do this, to him calming her down in a way so easily. his presence was just... so calming. the magic of that performance. the magic of an eighties song. it felt so silly that she still thought about times like those. and here he was. all these years later, the two of them once again going to be in the same vicinity, and he was still handsome as ever. maybe even more so. history, history, you and me got a whole lot of history. "never, believe it or not, i think this little town is exactly what i need right now," quinn remarked softly, "oh, and to be in the glee club's business, of course," she teased, shrugging her shoulders as she did so. "how are the kids? they're not as bad behaved as we were as a glee club, right?" the question of the century. the original new directions were a god damn train wreck, loveable, but a train wreck, nonetheless.

ashy blonde tresses flopped over hooded crystal eyes, fingertips gripping the slick plastic of the ball pointed pen scrawling along the piece of paper. drafting the potential scores of the school year sectional line up was an edited list that always felt rough. time felt as though it were already slipping away. overtaking the abundant task of glee club, it eerily felt like a welcome home. a place the once homeless individual could safely land. and with that invitation came an added bonus of falling. to a fault, sam developed an attachment where his heart seemed to process quicker than his head. and leading with his heart meant the centrifugal force of his mind believing that he was in love. and maybe he was. at such a young age, it was ludicrous to tell. every emotion magnified to the exponential degree. had he not been over watching the glee club of his lima ohio high school performing in the quad, he may not be here right now. the butterfly effect of each purposeful step. the man needed a required breather, eyes now glued to the same piece of paper for up to an hour now. fingers grazed the collar of his navy blue dress shirt, clearing the lump in his throat as he exited his classroom. platform shoes clacked against the glazed geometric tiled floor. finn hudson was a name that left a permanent impression on the blonde’s mind. he was the first person to gauge his interest in joining glee club. another butterfly effect. how it had been ten gruesome years without the teammate who would forever be young, stalled him.

another fellow student stalking him in his tracks? a blonde. with the same captivating green orbs and devastating smile he could embarrassingly still remember kissing all those years before. his chest brimmed with tension, each thud ricocheting through his ears like a clash of reverberating drums. his thoughts faltering behind the white noise of the blood pumping and flooding into his every vein. taking a deep, wavering inhale he gradually allowed the air to exit through his nose. “quinn…” the name effortlessly gliding off his tongue with ease. as if he had said it more times than he could count and yet still made him tremble internally with nerves. as if it still were the very first time. a grin prompted as if by second nature curled at the corners of his lips, before pacing his way closer to the familiar face. “well, i think we can manage, if history repeats itself,” an eyebrow raised at his words before teeth gnawed at the bottom flesh of his lip. “couldn’t stay away from lima, could you?”

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he loved her, he loved her, he loved her. she was a like breath of fresh air, he told her, she made him feel normal. where have you been all my life, quinn fabray? carter loveless. as in jane austen's if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but all men do is lie. and let their mothers treat their supposed love of their lives like shit. let it be known, quinn fabray is a certified feminist. but celia loveless is a certified cunt. the older woman who hired a private investigator to look into her son's girlfriend and decided to throw it back into her face, use it to embarrass her. did you know quinn was a teen mom? oh, yeah. then she just gave up the poor thing. couldn't even take responsibility. we don't have to worry about you giving up a future grandchild, do we? and that stupid rich person laugh. followed by her daughter's stupid laugh. now she wanted to jump over the table and in her best friend's words go all lima heights on her ass, that's what santana would've done. carter immediately moved the knife on her plate out of sight. as if he knew. "mom —," "you know, celia, we have a lot of common. i didn't raise my kid, you definitely didn't raise your kids, so i don't think you should be giving anyone parenting advice, you cunt," how dare you. where do you get off talking to me like that? "oh, are you upset? you have so much botox and fillers i couldn't tell," her attention moving to his sister right after, "and they had to pay half a million dollars to get you into usc because they thought you were too stupid to get in on your own and they were right!"

"you called my mom a cunt, my sister stupid, quinn, and you don't see anything wrong with that?" the man ran his hands over his face because of course this was so stressful for him. "i'm sorry, were you there when beth was brought into it? how it was so funny that a sixteen year old girl gave her baby up for adoption? i had to defend myself because you sure as hell weren't gonna do it. she did it to embarrass me, carter," the blonde immediately shot back. ""babe, she didn't mean it, that's just how she is sometimes. okay? i just think if you apologized first and were the bigger person —," and in that moment she understood why so many women snapped and killed their boyfriends and husbands because jesus christ. men were the worst. santana was always telling her to get a girlfriend for a reason. "not only am i not apologizing to leather face and her dumb ass daughter, i would never have children with fucking a pussy ass momma's boy, carter," santana lopez would be proud. she'd be even prouder if her best friend let her beat his ass, but that wasn't really an option at the moment.

dainty gold ring cladded hands ran over the yale university diplomas in their respective frames. two degrees in social work. lima, lima, lima. she put six hundred and seventy miles between her and lima when she went to new haven. then it was eight hundred when she moved to boston. lima, ohio. typical middle america. she tells people she's from columbus when they ask. well, it's close enough, because people from big cities would rarely know where a little town in the middle of ohio is. the town that she so badly wanted to escape once upon a time. she no longer thinks of her hometown like that. something to run from. instead it's something that welcomes her home no matter what's going on in her life. and right now she needed to be home. so there she was. in what once was the office of emma pillsbury, making it her own little piece of mckinley. maybe it's true what they say, that one way or another, you'll always find your way back home.

william mckinley was like a time warp. and finn hudson was everywhere. ten years felt like just yesterday and a million years ago all the same time. her chest hurt so bad the last time she was here as if it often did. the past summer. her friends always keeping their promises. by now, most of them were married or had kids. yet, quinn was content with being aunt quinn, aunt q, or 'inn, for the littlest ones. her baby was thirteen and she still remembered how much that shit hurt, so she was fine, thank very much. by now, all the students who ever knew finn hudson had graduated and moved on. to current students, he was solely the name on the auditorium. time was such a weird thing. with the sound of footsteps coming closer and pulling her out of her thoughts, the blonde turned around to see who it was. a smile immediately etching on her lips, sam evans. a magnificent duet partner, an even more amazing person. maybe the one that got away. "hi, sam," she spoke up, green eyes settling onto his blue ones. "you think this school's big enough for the both of us?"