Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the characters or anything else except the plot. Rated M due to what will happen in later chapters.

Sam Evans was lucky to be where he was. He managed to finally leave his family, knowing that they'd be okay to continue financially without him and arrived in New York. He was twenty-two and he still remembered the great time he had at Nationals. He also remembered the goodbyes he had to give when had to leave just before senior year, so that he could help keep his family afloat. A part of him wishes he had graduated and continued onto College, but he knows he just can't and probably won't.

With just a duffel bag over his shoulder, he heads from the train station and heads to the Broadway stretch. He managed to land a job as a light technician at one of the stages and was eager to start and settle in. His map was a bit outdated, but he managed to find the stage, and apparently it was some musical called West Side Story, which sounded strangely familiar, but he didn't recall too much on it. He was early, but he managed to find the Stage Manager pretty easily. He was tall, well built and introduced himself as Pete.

He showed Sam around, telling him about his breaks, where the toilets were and how things ran. Sam just kept nodding, he couldn't really function, he couldn't really believe that he was here. The stage was huge, the backdrop hadn't really been finished and Pete offered him extra if he helped with set design, which Sam took immediately. Pete showed him where to put his bag and put Sam to work.

Sam had loads of experience, his grandfather was an electrician and he taught Sam everything. Sam was licensed, which he managed to barely scrape due to how much it cost to get the license, but it was worth it. His first job was to replace the center stage lights. He got the huge ladder out, courtesy of Pete and climbed up. He starts working when he hears someone call his name. He was spooked, and turns, seeing a familiar face.

'Rachel?' He calls and she bends down, pulling off her heels and comes running up onto the stage. Sam hops down from the ladder, grinning. She flings herself into his arms and he hugs her back.

'Wow it's actually you! Oh my god!' She murmurs, hugging him tighter. He laughs and leans back.

'You look good.' She grins at him.

'It's been so long.' Since Prom, Sam and Rachel were good friends, but when he quit School they hadn't talked to each other since then.

'What are you doing here?' He asks her. Crossing his arms over his chest.

'I'm the lead!'

'You're in the play?'

'Musical, but yes.' He pulls her into another hug, grinning.

'That's great!' She was the one to pull away this time.

'I know! But you're working here? We have to hang out!'

'Yeah, we do, but I gotta finish this, I finish in like two hours.' Sam murmurs, stepping back onto the ladder.

'Sure! I've got to talk with the director, but I'll meet you here after you're done, okay?' Sam grins and she grins back.

'That sounds awesome.' She pecks his cheek and waves, walking away.

He managed to finish the changing of the lights in the first twenty minutes of work, which surprised Pete and impressed him. Since they couldn't really install any more lights until the set designer told them what to do, Sam had the job of moving set stuff. He was carrying a table across the set when he saw Rachel again, walking to the back of the theater with a blonde haired woman. He ignored it, but when he came back he finally saw whom it was. It was Quinn.

They were sitting at the back of the theater. Quinn had some clipboard in her hands, scribbling down some things as Rachel spoke. Quinn had kept her short hair, which was in a nice array around her face and she had glasses on. Someone coughed and he saw his Stage Manager, watching him. Sam swallowed and kept moving across the stage. He glanced back, noticing how close Rachel was when she was talking to her. It was as if they were friends.

Sam's shift ended and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was to find his little dingy apartment and go to sleep, but he suddenly remembered that Quinn was here. He was climbing down from painting when he saw Rachel standing below. He hopped down.

'Hey.' He says, wiping a bit of paint off his face.

'Ready?'

'Nearly. Can I ask you something?' He asks as he runs a towel over his face.

'Sure, what's up?'

'Was Quinn here?' She sort of smiles and then sighs.

'Yeah, she's the director. I only just found out. I invited her, but she said she had to work.' Sam nods slowly. He still remembers the night at the motel.

There was a large knock, and then several others followed it. Sam frowned, and motioned for Stacey to be quiet. He went to the door and opened it slightly. It was Quinn. He pulled the door wider. She was completely drenched from the rain, but he noticed the tears down her face.

'You can't quit school.' She almost shouted at him. He closed the door and stepped in front of her.

'I have to Quinn, we're barely making ends meat and the only way to get money is for me to work more.' He paused, watching her as more tears fell. 'Quinn please don't cry.' He put his hands on her arms, rubbing gently to warm her up. She just stared at him, shaking her head.

'No… you have to graduate, you have to go to college, this isn't fair!'

'Life isn't fair Quinn, you know that, but it's okay, really. I'm not the greatest at school, I don't need to go to college.' She just stared at him.

'What am I going to do without you next year?' She whispered, her voice almost audible.

'You'll be okay, you'll work hard and get good grades and get into Brown, or or I don't know.'

'I don't want to! I don't deserve it!' I grip her, pulling her into me and hugged her.

'You deserve everything Quinn, do it for me okay? Try for me?' I pulled her back and she looked at me. She then kissed me.

They hadn't talked since that night. Sam knew he didn't deserve her, he couldn't provide for her. He grabbed his bag and they headed out. They found a nice café and sat down.

'It's so great to see you again.' Rachel murmurs, smiling at him as she took a sip of her coffee and he smiled back.

'Yeah, I feel bad I didn't keep in touch.' She shrugged.

'It wasn't your fault, you had to work, how is your family doing?'

'They're doing okay, I'm sending back half my pay just in case for the next few months to make sure they're okay, but Dad's got a stable job, mum's doing okay.'

'How are you doing?' She asks and he shrugged.

'Okay, I guess. Could be better.' He smiles half heartily at her and she smiles sadly.

'It'll be okay.' He nods and looks up.

'Finn Hudson?' He asks, stepping out of the booth and getting up to shake his hand.

'I'm surprised you didn't notice.' Rachel murmurs, waving her finger a bit. He notices the small but modest ring and diamond on it. Sam grins, slapping Finn on the shoulder.

'Congratulations!' Sam murmurs, sitting back down again. Finn sits across from him, grinning.

'How you been man?' Finn asks. Sam shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee.

'Could be better. Tired of working.' Finn smiles sadly.

'How's your family doing?'

'Good, heaps better, thanks.' He smiles and turns to Rachel.

'Why didn't you invite Quinn?' He asks.

'I did and she said she was busy.' Rachel states. Finn lets out an 'oh'.

'How is she?' Sam asks and both their heads snap up to look at him.

'She's doing okay. She's changed a lot. Rachel and her are friends, it's a miracle.'

'Wow.' Sam murmurs and Rachel rolls her eyes.

'Is she…' Sam didn't want to pry, but he couldn't not ask. Finn looks at Rachel and then back at him, shaking her head.

'No… she's not. She hasn't since high school. She didn't date after her break up with Finn.' Rachel murmurs, not noticing the wince that Finn makes.

'I still think she's messed up from it, I feel fucking awful.'

'It's okay, you apologized and she did too.' Sam looked at his watch, realizing he needed to meet his landlord by 9.

'I'm sorry guys, I gotta, but we should catch up again soon.' He murmurs, sliding out of the booth, shaking Finn's hand again.

'Of course man.' Finn murmurs and Rachel leans over to kiss his cheek.

'Soon okay?' Rachel says and he nods, leaving them and walking back onto the street. He walks through the city, trying to find his apartment and finally does, speaking to his landlord and grabs his keys from him. He finds the room and its not too bad. It's just two rooms, with a kitchen and bathroom. He finds his bed, immediately falling asleep and finds himself dreaming about Quinn Fabray. His first one in a very long time

Eek, so please pray tell and tell me what you think, it's not a very long chapter, I just really wanted to get it out and see what people thought. So please review!