Summary: If she knew, and he knew she knew, then why the hell?

Spoilers: Season 2

Characters: Sam Evans, Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry.

Pairings: Sam/Quinn, Puck/Sam one-sided, Rachel/Quinn.

Even though the whole school had suspected it the moment they'd laid eyes on him, he'd gotten Quinn Fabray to say yes to him, and that laid to rest all rumors about his leanings towards Noah Puckerman.

He'd thought that when he'd denied the fact that he was gay, she'd bought it. Sam had been so relieved, thinking that the only thing he needed to do was to be the attentive boyfriend, making out just enough to seem eager, and backing off just enough to seem polite. It was going to be perfect, except for one thing - she caught him with his pants down and a Playgirl in his hands.

But rather than strangle his throat and then his reputation, Quinn had calmly stepped out and shut the door, asking him to take his time and call her when he got the time. It was that evening that he'd discovered the fact that Quinn Fabray had far, far more intelligence than he'd thought.

She'd made it very clear to him that she'd been fully aware of the fact that he was every bit as gay as Kurt Hummel, and she didn't have any problem with that, In fact, it was great for both of them, since neither of them now had to endure the make out sessions while pretending not to be grossed out.

He'd never asked her why she was agreeing to help him, because as far as he knew her, Quinn didn't just lend a helping hand to random people till there was something in it for her. But since she wasn't offering any information, he didn't push. He'd been bullied enough in his old school, and if she would cover for him, then he didn't need to know why.

But as they sat together in Glee, dutifully keeping their hands wrapped around each other, he noticed. How couldn't he, if he was with her all the time?

He noticed that when Berry went into one of her tirades, Quinn developed a distinct flush on her cheeks, and seemed to lose the ability to look up. He'd noticed how her eyes appeared to be glued to Rachel's legs every time the girl wore one of those indecently short skirts.

And since he'd perfected the art of sneaking glances at Puck without others noticing, he'd noticed when she did the same thing with Rachel. There was also the matter of her practically ripping his arm off every time Finn and Rachel made a very public display of their affection. He still had nail marks.

It had been almost impossible to believe at first, considering the way Quinn treated Rachel. When he'd thought about it the first time, he'd casually brought up Rachel in conversation a few times, only to have Quinn spew venom at him. But he'd noticed each time that her anger had been too intense, too deep to just be a high-school rivalry. There was something more going on.

Fact was, Quinn Fabray was covering for herself just as much as she was covering for him. He finally understood why it had been so easy to get her to date him, to accept his promise ring and to keep his secret - it was an awesome deal for her too.

She had her secrets and he had his. Planting a kiss on her forehead and bringing his hand around her waist, he thanked his stars for this stroke of luck. How often did it happen that two people so perfect for each other ended up together?

He was content with not sharing this piece of information with her, because she would probably go ballistic denying it. But that was okay too. If she wanted to hide the fact that she was mooning after someone who didn't return her sentiments, he wasn't complaining.

But as he glanced at the object of Quinn's affection, he nearly fell off his chair at the deadly look she was shooting his almost unknowingly. As he removed his hand from around Quinn, the tension in Rachel's shoulders dissipated and she looked away, focusing once more on Mr. Shue. Well well. Who knew?

I guess this just goes to show how desperate I am for Quinn to be gay:) Reviews are love.