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[Sitting around, looking at old photos.]

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[imthenewguy.livejournal.com]

*Sam had ended up in California for college and simply stayed there. He had a job and a comfortable life. Things were good. Until he got the phonecall from Rachel. He'd broken down in tears and promised to be there on the next flight he could get. Which was exactly the flight he'd taken. He didn't know where he was going to stay, but that didn't matter. Because the girl he'd never stopped caring for - someone he'd grown to love as a friend, not just his first girlfriend - was ill beyond repair. He had to be there and he had to see her.

Admittedly it stung to hear of her plans with Puck but if it was what would make her happy in her final days, he wanted it. He only wanted her to be happy. And he hoped his being there would somehow add to that. So he went to Puck's place after his flight touched down, determined to see Quinn.*

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[Puck himself was more than likely out at the store, getting things Quinn would need etc. Sitting on the couch, looking through old high school photos and yearbooks, she kept trying to put names with the faces and it was proving more difficult than she really wanted it to be. She just wanted to remember. Was that so much to ask?

She heard the door though and her legs were feeling like they'd give out at any moment if she stood up and tried to get to it. It was unlocked though, so she tried her best to call out.] Come in.

[imthenewguy.livejournal.com]

*Sam heard her familiar voice and with a pang of guilt - he should have known about this sooner, been here sooner - he opened the door and took a few steps to find her. When he saw her, he had to fight to school his expression so it didn't fall and betray how he felt when he saw her. She was Quinn, but she was obviously ill. A way he wished she'd never had to look.* Hey, Quinn. It's um, been too long, I know.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[When Quinn heard his voice, she looked up, staring at him for a moment like she couldn't place his face or maybe just his name. She reached over, grabbing a card that Rachel had made for her. It had pictures of all her old friends, with their names beside the picture. Finally, spotting Sam's picture, along with his name, Quinn looked up and gave a weak smile.] Hey, Sam. I.. yeah. I.. I.. I guess it has. [Quinn inwardly cursed herself for stuttering. With the tumor she'd end up stuttering when she was mostly stressed or nervous. Which it didn't take much nowadays for her to be either.] H-how are you?

[imthenewguy.livejournal.com]

*Sam watched her curiously for a moment and took a few steps closer, nodding along slowly.* I'm okay. Been keeping busy, you know? Um... can I hug you or is it going to hurt?

Does he know is the question...

[dancnwithmyself.livejournal.com]

[Artie smiled as he saw the familiar figure for Quinn, and looks around her at the photos.] Wow, those are old photos.

He probably would since Rachel made sure to call everyone...

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She jumped at hearing his voice and.. she knew him, but couldn't quite put the name to the face. She grabbed her nearby notebook that Rachel made of everyone's name and a picture beside it. She found Artie's picture, his name next to it and she smiled.] Artie.

Np! <3

[dancnwithmyself.livejournal.com]

[It hurt, seeing bright, vibrant Quinn struggle to put names to faces like that. But he wheeled closer to her, smiling all the while.] That's me. Thought I would come to see how you were doing.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

I'm doing okay. A little t-tired. [She flipped the page in her notebook, to the note that Puck had left her. Otherwise, Quinn might've got scared and thought he just abandoned her. He didn't want her thinking that. Or freaking out.] And Puck w-will be back soon, he went to the s-store. How are you?

I'm supposed to be on hiatus, but I couldn't resist! <3

[iwannabedirty]

[Santana's a Boston girl now and loving every second of it. She's studying at Berklee College of Music and has just settled into life there, where people are so much more open-minded and she can truly be out and happy and date as many girls as she wants. She hasn't really come back to Lima, save for holidays where it was basically a requirement, but when Rachel called to tell her Quinn was sick - dying - she rushed back to see her old friend and spend as much time with her as possible.

She'd tried to stay in touch with Puck and had heard the news that he and Quinn were getting married - something she hadn't thought would happen in a million years. Hoping to see both of them, she dropped by. She'd just gotten into town yesterday, and this was definitely the first thing on her to-do list. She let herself in and slipped quietly inside, watching Quinn flipping through their old yearbooks before speaking up.]

Hey, Quinny. [While once, that might have been a snipe, it's now said affectionately. She loves Quinn, and they've been over all that high school bullshit, thankfully.]

Aww. I feel so loved. <3

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[Quinn looked up and this was her third visitor of the day. Again, she grabbed the notebook nearby and went down the line of pictures with names beside them. When she came to Santana's picture and name, she closed the notebook and smiled.] Hey, Santana. [Her frail body slowly stood up from the couch and she held her arms open for a hug. Thankfully, also.. Quinn had pretty much forgotten all those petty things from high school. Just like most things from high school.]

[iwannabedirty]

[Santana's smile fades just the tiniest bit when Quinn doesn't remember her, but she makes herself brighten and holds Quinn close for a few minutes when she stands up to hug her. She feels so...small - frail really is a good word for it.] Sit, babe. [Santana guides Quinn down onto the couch and makes herself comfortable next to her.] How are you?

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She remembered Santana, she just had trouble a lot lately of putting names with faces. Which was the reason Rachel made her that notebook. Slowly, with Santana's help, she sat back down onto the couch, curling up along Santana's side.] I'm okay, a little tired. How are you?

[imthenewguy.livejournal.com]

*Sam had ended up in California for college and simply stayed there. He had a job and a comfortable life. Things were good. Until he got the phonecall from Rachel. He'd broken down in tears and promised to be there on the next flight he could get. Which was exactly the flight he'd taken. He didn't know where he was going to stay, but that didn't matter. Because the girl he'd never stopped caring for - someone he'd grown to love as a friend, not just his first girlfriend - was ill beyond repair. He had to be there and he had to see her.

Admittedly it stung to hear of her plans with Puck but if it was what would make her happy in her final days, he wanted it. He only wanted her to be happy. And he hoped his being there would somehow add to that. So he went to Puck's place after his flight touched down, determined to see Quinn.*

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[Puck himself was more than likely out at the store, getting things Quinn would need etc. Sitting on the couch, looking through old high school photos and yearbooks, she kept trying to put names with the faces and it was proving more difficult than she really wanted it to be. She just wanted to remember. Was that so much to ask?

She heard the door though and her legs were feeling like they'd give out at any moment if she stood up and tried to get to it. It was unlocked though, so she tried her best to call out.] Come in.

[imthenewguy.livejournal.com]

*Sam heard her familiar voice and with a pang of guilt - he should have known about this sooner, been here sooner - he opened the door and took a few steps to find her. When he saw her, he had to fight to school his expression so it didn't fall and betray how he felt when he saw her. She was Quinn, but she was obviously ill. A way he wished she'd never had to look.* Hey, Quinn. It's um, been too long, I know.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[When Quinn heard his voice, she looked up, staring at him for a moment like she couldn't place his face or maybe just his name. She reached over, grabbing a card that Rachel had made for her. It had pictures of all her old friends, with their names beside the picture. Finally, spotting Sam's picture, along with his name, Quinn looked up and gave a weak smile.] Hey, Sam. I.. yeah. I.. I.. I guess it has. [Quinn inwardly cursed herself for stuttering. With the tumor she'd end up stuttering when she was mostly stressed or nervous. Which it didn't take much nowadays for her to be either.] H-how are you?

Does he know is the question...

[dancnwithmyself.livejournal.com]

[Artie smiled as he saw the familiar figure for Quinn, and looks around her at the photos.] Wow, those are old photos.

He probably would since Rachel made sure to call everyone...

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She jumped at hearing his voice and.. she knew him, but couldn't quite put the name to the face. She grabbed her nearby notebook that Rachel made of everyone's name and a picture beside it. She found Artie's picture, his name next to it and she smiled.] Artie.

Np! <3

[dancnwithmyself.livejournal.com]

[It hurt, seeing bright, vibrant Quinn struggle to put names to faces like that. But he wheeled closer to her, smiling all the while.] That's me. Thought I would come to see how you were doing.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

I'm doing okay. A little t-tired. [She flipped the page in her notebook, to the note that Puck had left her. Otherwise, Quinn might've got scared and thought he just abandoned her. He didn't want her thinking that. Or freaking out.] And Puck w-will be back soon, he went to the s-store. How are you?

I'm supposed to be on hiatus, but I couldn't resist! <3

[iwannabedirty]

[Santana's a Boston girl now and loving every second of it. She's studying at Berklee College of Music and has just settled into life there, where people are so much more open-minded and she can truly be out and happy and date as many girls as she wants. She hasn't really come back to Lima, save for holidays where it was basically a requirement, but when Rachel called to tell her Quinn was sick - dying - she rushed back to see her old friend and spend as much time with her as possible.

She'd tried to stay in touch with Puck and had heard the news that he and Quinn were getting married - something she hadn't thought would happen in a million years. Hoping to see both of them, she dropped by. She'd just gotten into town yesterday, and this was definitely the first thing on her to-do list. She let herself in and slipped quietly inside, watching Quinn flipping through their old yearbooks before speaking up.]

Hey, Quinny. [While once, that might have been a snipe, it's now said affectionately. She loves Quinn, and they've been over all that high school bullshit, thankfully.]

Aww. I feel so loved. <3

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[Quinn looked up and this was her third visitor of the day. Again, she grabbed the notebook nearby and went down the line of pictures with names beside them. When she came to Santana's picture and name, she closed the notebook and smiled.] Hey, Santana. [Her frail body slowly stood up from the couch and she held her arms open for a hug. Thankfully, also.. Quinn had pretty much forgotten all those petty things from high school. Just like most things from high school.]

[iwannabedirty]

[Santana's smile fades just the tiniest bit when Quinn doesn't remember her, but she makes herself brighten and holds Quinn close for a few minutes when she stands up to hug her. She feels so...small - frail really is a good word for it.] Sit, babe. [Santana guides Quinn down onto the couch and makes herself comfortable next to her.] How are you?

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She remembered Santana, she just had trouble a lot lately of putting names with faces. Which was the reason Rachel made her that notebook. Slowly, with Santana's help, she sat back down onto the couch, curling up along Santana's side.] I'm okay, a little tired. How are you?