AU. Before she knew it, she was running.

AU. "Well, all I'm saying, is that, on paper, first times can sound like a dream from that Fifty Shades novel, but the truth is, it's a blur of hands and tongue, and nobody usually knows what they're doing, which I'm guessing was probably what happened between you and Sam."

AU. This is them, without the spite; without the grudge and resentment. Just Sam and Quinn.

AU. "The language of the Time Lords," Sam breathed, utterly entranced now that he was aware what the symbols were.

AU. And then, as they walked away, he caught the way she mouthed out her gratitude towards her captain, and all of a sudden he understood Quinn Fabray perfectly.

AU. "Because this is us, Sam," she said tightly, gesturing to the space between them. "We have all this history together that we can't just simply ignore and pretend it didn't exist."

AU. Honestly, it was hard, and more effort than anything to keep in touch. They were busier than ever, with him settled and playing football for the varsity team, and her with the drama club productions, and eventually, the calls and text messages became random, spatial afterthoughts.

AU. "If you're looking for the good stuff, I know where it is."

AU. What she brought to his life, was completion.

AU. "That place; it doesn't happen. Not for us."

Quinn Fabray didn't want to admit it but they were awkward teenagers. They were two kids just sitting in detention for all the wrong reasons and explanations that Mr. Figgins hadn't even considered to listen to.

He wished that someone had warned him about this, but then that would be a terrible fucking lie.

AU. I don't know who she is. Heck, I don't even know her name. But in this time and place, nothing else seems to matter.