Hello! Right, I knew I was going to get back to my OTP at one point especially after how successfully 'I Desperately Need You' was. So here it is - my next Fabrevans fic! It's definitely not going to be as long as IDNY but my friend helped me to think of the idea and I simply needed to do it. So, I hope you enjoy…
The sunlight peaked through the tiny gap in the curtains of the Evans's bedroom window, making the room light up with morning rays. Sam groaned in protest of the new light, swiping the pillow from behind him and using it to protect his eyes from the rays. It did no use though - even behind the soft linen of the pillow and his closed eye lids, his vision still burned bright orange.
Beside him, a blonde woman giggled and snuggled closer to him. The light had also irritated her but she'd been awake for a few hours now so she hadn't complained. She hadn't wanted to wake her husband from his slumber but it seemed the sun had already done that for her. Noticing his irritant groans, she wrapped her arms tightly around his naked torso and pulled him closer.
"Quinn…" Sam slurred tiredly as a small smile played on his lips, "I didn't know you were awake." he noted, moving himself closer to her and fondling her gently.
"How could I sleep with all that moaning of yours?" she joked, running a hand through his morning locks.
Sam scoffed and shot her a judgemental look. "Well, I never complained with all your moaning last night." he hinted at the previous night where they had done a little more than just sleeping.
Quinn's jaw fell open and she slapped his arm playfully. "That's not funny, Sam, it's insulting…" she whined, rolling away from him and to her own side of the bed.
Sam laughed at her childish manners but nevertheless followed her over. "Come on," he whispered seductively as he bit and nibbled on her ear lobe, wrapping his arms around her body and collecting her body heat, "we're married now. You should know the kind of jokes I make by now."
She was reluctant, but eventually Quinn nodded and snuggled closer to him again, toying with the wedding ring on her finger. "Yeah… I suppose I should."
At one point in her life, Quinn would have thought that being happy was a far stretch of reality for her. Nowadays, she'd finally come to terms with the fact that her life was completely free of drama, or at least the kind of drama she didn't want.
A couple of years on from high school, things had changed. She was no longer constantly on the run from the demons of her past, or her mistakes. The cheating and lying never happened again. She'd straightened herself out and found herself attending a respectful college in the area of Lima, Ohio.
Eventually, she'd found herself rekindling her love with Sam. They'd attended the same college where he'd gotten in on a football scholarship since his grades were less impressive than Quinn's and his family a little less well off. It took a while but they finally accepted that the past was the past and both of them were sorry for the mistakes that they'd made.
And oh, they'd made mistakes. Of course, there was the whole incident with Quinn making out with Finn Hudson. Yeah, that kind of put the relationship on the rocks. Then, there was Sam breaking up with her in a public hallway and dating her enemy, Santana Lopez.
It was sad, they realised - they'd ignored each other for so long when they could've had this. Why had they been so blind? Because they were selfish and naive, they'd refused to give in to one another even if they had always held the same feelings. It was a long and tiring road to travel down but they met each other at the end and here they were.
After college had past, they moved in to their own apartment and both earned respectable jobs. Sam was an editor of the local newspaper and worked part time, teaching some kids in the neighbourhood how to play guitar. Quinn was a admirable real estate agent, something which she'd imagined herself doing for a long time. The pay wasn't fantastic but they got by.
Then, Sam a few years on, Sam had proposed. It had completely taken Quinn by surprise - the location, the timing. It was all so unpredictable yet so Sam. He'd popped the question not long after a raise at work, showing up at her workplace to get down on one knee. Surprisingly, he'd gone through a very complicated procedure to get to that point. He'd begun by asking Quinn's mom for permission, of course. She still didn't speak to her dad so he presumed that the next most influential member of her family to her was her mom. Then, he'd asked the staff at the office she worked for if it would be okay for him to show up out of the blue. Reluctantly, her boss had agreed and he went straight for it, buying the ring that he thought she would like the most.
And she loved it, of course. Rounds of applause boomed from around the room as she whispered a stunned 'yes' and jumped into his arms, terrifying her but enchanting the situation all the same. She was slightly angry being the only person in the building unaware of what had gone on but she couldn't say she was displeased. She was ecstatic - she was getting married!
So, they did. It was a good few months on from the engagement in a nearby church. It was nothing fancy - family members, a few close friends - but it meant everything more to Sam and Quinn. Just as long as they could finally say the vows they'd wanted to say since high school, they were happy.
Recently, they'd been able to afford their own house. Things were going great in their work lives and also at home. They were content in each other's presence and glad to be moving on and up with their lives.
One topic that would briefly touch the surfaces of either one's thoughts each day would be when they would start their family. It had been about 4 months since the marriage and both of them felt ready - Quinn was broody, that was for sure. She'd often hint at how wonderful it would be to have a little girl or boy to care and tend for. Sam would laugh it off like a joke but really he knew her true intentions. And he felt the same.
Sighing, Sam finally rolled out of bed. It was Thursday and he was going to be late for work if he stayed any longer. Quinn had been granted the day off by her boss, but he wasn't so lucky.
Quinn let out a muffled groan into her pillow. "Where are you going?" she whimpered as she felt his grip loosen and eventually his body rolling away from her. She hadn't bothered to look at the clock yet so she was still unaware of the time.
"Unlike some, I have to work, I'm afraid." he sighed, gathering his things from the draws that surrounded him and heading into the bathroom down the hallway to wash.
It took her a few moments, but Quinn finally peaked up from the covers. She held the sheets against her bare chest as she called out to him. "Can't you just stay at home today?" she tried to hide the desperation in her voice but she failed. She hated being around the house by herself, it made her feel trapped. "Call in sick. I'm sure your boss wouldn't mind…"
That was lie. Both of them knew he would mind. Oh, he would mind. He was pretty strict and it was best not to take chances. "I don't think so!" Sam laughed off her absurd suggestion. After that, Quinn could hear him switching on the shower so she gave up the fight. It was no point - he could no longer hear her under the sound of the water and all of the shouting would just make the headache she had worse.
She lazed around under the covers until he returned again and began to dress. She watched him attentively as he slipped on his trousers and buttoned up his T-shirt. They may have been older and changed now but he was always going to be that 17-year-old boy to here. She recalled the many times she'd wanted to do more than just kissing but pushed him away because of her celibacy pledge. Well, that had been scrapped after one drunken night in college… they hadn't stopped sleeping together ever since.
"I'll see you later, sweetheart." he bid her goodbye and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead once she was ready. She did the same for him before he jetted off and out of the house, straight to work. She should have admired his punctuality and dedication. Instead, she just felt lonely.
As soon as he was gone, she decided it was probably a good idea to get showered and dressed too so she did just that. She also spent several hours cleaning up the house, scrubbing the floors and putting things back in place. Then, she made herself some breakfast and decided to watch TV. This was usually what her day consisted of when he was gone - sitting around the house, cleaning and pointless activities.
Quinn considered taking a small trip over to the local supermarket. They were going to need to go shopping soon anyway and she figured it would be easier if Sam wasn't there while she did it because he hated shopping so much. Of course, he always went with her anyway but she didn't like feeling like she was forcing him to come.
Heading for the door, she twisted the knob and pulled it open, nearly walking right into a person.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed, slightly frightened and frustrated by this mystery person. She was a young woman, probably just coming out of her teen years. Her hair was a pale blonde shade and about midlength. She wore it wavy with a small clip to hold back her bangs. As for her skin, she was slightly-olive skinned with dark, dark brown eyes that seemed almost never ending.
"I'm sorry!" she apologised hastily, holding her hands up as an almost peace offering. "I was going to know, I just-…" she stopped mid-sentence. It's true - she was going to knock she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She had been contemplating it, thinking of reasons for and against it. She probably would've ended up walking away if Quinn hadn't opened the door first and nearly knocked her over.
Quinn laughed it off nervously although she was still rather confused as to how a young girl had found herself on her doorstep. "It's okay… uhm, who are you?" she inquired, trying not to sound too rude.
The girl inhaled and exhaled deeply. "I've come here to talk to you." she replied, a new and serious tone to her voice. Quinn nodded slowly but quirked up an eyebrow, insisting that she elaborate. "Are you Quinn Fabray?"
"Evans." Quinn corrected hastily. She didn't like being called by her maiden name anymore. Absentmindedly, she began to twirling her wedding ring around on her finger. "I'm married now."
The girl nodded and her mouth formed a small 'o'. "Right…" she sighed, "well this is pretty important. Do you mind if I come in?"
Quinn was growing even more frustrated with this girl as she continued to talk. "Well, actually, I was just on my way out… can you come back later?"
Quinn could see the nerves twisting around in the girl's stomach and she twiddling her thumbs. "Actually, I can't… I'm really sorry to be bothering you but I-…" she couldn't get the words out. She could feel them in her throat but they just refused to come any further.
Quinn's shoulders sagged and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head with disapproval. "Look, I'm really sorry, honey, but I just don't have time for this." she explained, making the annoyance clear in her voice. She shuffed out of the door and locked the door behind her. "So, if you could just-"
"Wait!" the girl called just as Quinn was halfway down the path. Quinn turned around with an expectant look in her eyes. "My name is Beth Corcoran… and I think I'm your daughter."
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