Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been writing lately. School's almost over, and all the teachers have been really evil mean with homework and projects. It doesn't help that I had AP tests to study for. Now that I'm free from AP U.S. history and only have the english test to take (which no one really studies for), I found some time to write this one-shot. It's implied Fabrevans, with possibility of expanding to a short little story if you guys want. Hope you guys like it! :)
P.S. I have not forgotten about Truly Madly Deeply! I've hit a writer's block with that one, but fear not, I have been inspired again with this recent turn of events on Glee. I sense a Quinn-Sam reunion! :D
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Quinn would be with Sam who would be best friends with Puck who would be madly in love with Rachel who would have a sassy gay friend in Kurt who would be dating sexy Blaine who plays for the same team as Santana who acts amazingly adorable all the time with Brittany who becomes best friends with Artie who used to go out with Tina who can't stop being cute with other Asian Mike who invites Matt back to McKinley to date Mercedes who watches Finn possibly fall for the fiesty Lauren. Sadly I do not own Glee, and this is all wishful thinking. [But hey, you never know ;) ]
Nobody goes out and calls him the poor boy or anything, but that's exactly what he is now, poor.
After he told everyone in glee club about his current financial situation, the news had eventually spread around McKinley. He's surprised when no one in school sees him as a freak. Instead they do something far worse, they pity him. All the students treat him like he's made out of glass whenever talking to him or being near him, and frankly, he would have gladly taken the loser treatment over this.
The worst comes from the people in glee. Everyone's all apologies about how they accused him of cheating, or how they feel bad for what he's going through. He appreciates their support and their care, but he's getting sick of how fake people are acting. Just last week they were blaming him for ruining two relationships, and now they're acting as if they're saints. He forgives them for what they did, but he also wishes that things would go back to normal.
"Ay, gringo, watch where you're going!" a voice yells as he stepped on someone's foot.
Well, one person wasn't treating him any different though.
He puts on an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Santana."
"Yeah you should be," she nods. "Seriously, I know you're as poor as Tiny Tim now, but that doesn't mean you get to go around and ruin people's new and expensive heels."
He actually laughs because he can always count on Santana never treating him any differently. "Charming as ever I see."
"That's right, puta," she smirks.
"Santana, language please!" Mr. Schue reprimands, shaking his head as he walks into the room. "Just because you curse in another language, doesn't mean I don't understand what you're saying. I teach Spanish you know."
"You don't say," Mercedes sarcastically quips.
"Ha, funny," Mr. Schue replies unamused. "Anyways guys, we've been asked to perform at prom! So, in order to prepare for one of the most important nights of your lives, we'll be singing exciting party songs in here this week!"
He raises his hand, feeling the red creep onto his cheeks. "Um, Mr. Schue? I can't really afford to go to prom right now."
"Which is why we're going to be singing at prom, Sam," his teacher smiles understandingly. "All you guys get to attend for free."
Everyone in the room cheered.
"You didn't have to do that for me, Mr. Schue," he answers embarrassed.
"What are you talking about? This is all beneficial practice for Nationals!" Mr. Schue winks. "So guys feel free to pick any song you want, and feel free to work with other people. I'll be judging who's songs we'll be doing at Thursday's rehearsal. Alright, you're all dismissed!"
Most of the club is gone, when he feels someone behind him. He turns around and is met with the mischievous grins of Puck and Artie.
"Sup, Thor," Puck nods. (The mohawked-boy had recently taken to nicknaming him after the blonde superhero because of his failure to get a haircut for his long hair.) "Wanna hear this sick idea Wheels and I got for prom?"
"Sure," he says curious.
"Well, the three of us were totally awesome on our JB cover band," Artie explains. "We were thinking of remaking this song from this viral video made by a girl with a rich daddy and possession of an autotuner. We already asked Mike to join in, but Tina told him that she was cutting off his rights to certain activities if he so much as busted a move for our plan. Anyways, you want in?"
He laughs. "You guys seriously want to do Friday?"
"Dude prom's on a Friday this year! It's basically a sign from God," Puck exclaims. "Besides, think about all the lady love we'd get for being so badass about covering a song so horrible and then making it legitly listenable to!"
"Hmm, I don't know..." he voices out.
"C'mon, I'm sure Quinn would dig it," Artie begs.
He shoots a look at the wheel-chair bound boy. "How's that supposed to make me say yes? Quinn and I are just friends."
"Yeah, sure," Artie snorts. "You know, everyone heard the whole speech about how Finn stole your girl."
Puck nodded, adding, "And speaking of Hudson, he told me that apparently the Ex-Virgin Lucy finds embarrassing and shameless things sexy. So if you do this, I'm sure you could get her to jump your bones again in a heartbeat."
"If I say yes and agree, will you guys please stop talking this nonsense about Quinn?" he exasperatedly questions.
"Whatever you want," Artie grins. "Look out McKinley, we be rocking this prom, yo!"
Puck smirks. "Fuck yeah we are Abrams!"
He sighs, shaking his head. He had the weirdest friends ever, maybe the pity treatment wasn't that bad after all.
She drives around for a bit before ending up at the hotel where Sam's family is staying at.
She needed to think about everything that had gone on in glee last week, and she realizes a few things. Finn clearly loves her, but it seemed the boy would always be in love with Rachel. Speaking of Rachel, she admires the girl's determination in fighting for what she wants, but she thought it a bit underhanded that she had to seduce Finn when he blatantly had a girlfriend.
She wishes the Pinocchio-nosed midget would respect boundaries because she always had abandonment issues, and now she's worried about Finn suddenly leaving her to rekindle his romance with Rachel.
She guesses that's why she's here in the motel parking lot. Sam had never left her, it was she who had left him.
He had forgiven her though, and despite how badly she knows she hurt him, he never stopped being her friend. But she also feels confused whenever she's around the blonde boy. Everyone in glee club was making bets about how he's still in love with her because other than Kurt, he had opened up to her about his family problems.
She'd disagree about all the claims they made, but sometimes she's not sure. Whenever she babysits with Sam, she notices that he has a special smile for his siblings, but he has a smile that he gives only her. He always holds her hands for too long, and she sometimes catches him staring at her. He always sweet too, complimenting her and making her feel beautiful. She doesn't know what to do because she's certain she loves Finn, but Sam gives her this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.
A soft knock breaks her from her thoughts, and she glances to the window. When she sees it's only Sam, she opens her door, and he comes to stand by her.
"Quinn, what are you doing here? You don't have to babysit today," Sam says concerned. "This place is pretty sketchy, and you shouldn't just sit around in the car all by yourself."
She apologizes.
"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" he asks again.
She tries to make up a convincing answer. "I just thought I'd spend some time with your little sister."
"Why?" he wonders. "I wouldn't want to spend any more time with her, and yet here you are, willingly wanting to hang out with her."
"That's mean," she says, hitting him in the shoulder. "You love your sister and your brother, and you know it."
"Yeah, I know," he replies, shaking his hair. "So instead of questioning the love I have for my younger clones, would you like to come inside? I wouldn't want some shady jerk coming here and hitting on you. Seriously, your prettyness should be illegal."
There were those compliments again. "That's not a word."
He shrugs. "In your case, it should be."
She blushes, ducking down. "Let me just lock up the car, and I'll be there in a few."
"Just hurry up," he orders. "I'll wait for you."
"Hmm, bossy Sam today huh," she teases, pressing the lock button on her key and walking towards the hotel doors with him. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
He softly bumps her shoulder with his. "Shut up."
As soon as he opens the door, a blonde blur latches itself onto Quinn. "I missed you so much, Quinn!"
He chuckles. "Stacy, how did you even know Quinn was here?"
"I moved aside the blinds and looked out, silly," she explains.
"Of course you did," he replies. He looks over to the bed and sees his brother watching TV. "Stevie, aren't you going to come say hi to Quinn?"
His brother moves his hand and waves it around a bit. "Hi, Quinn."
"Glad to know you care so much, Stevie," Quinn jokes.
The boy turns his head then as a boring scene comes up on the screen. He shoots her a wink then turns back to the TV set.
Quinn laughs, whispering into Sam's ear, "Now I know who inherited all the charm in the family."
"Hey, I can be charming," he whines.
"Whatever you say," she smirks. She then glances down at the young girl who has started to tug on her dress. "What's wrong sweetie?"
"You're paying too much attention to Stevie and Sammy," Stacy pouts. "Didn't you miss me too?"
"Of course, I did," she smiles. "Although I seem to remember seeing you at church just twenty-four hours ago."
"Well twenty-four is big," Stacy exclaims. "I need more than my two hands to count that! I might need to use my feet too!"
She pretends to count on her hands and wiggles her toes in her sandals. "I guess you're right."
"That's what my mommy and daddy say," the little girl grins. "Even smarter than Sammy and Stevie!"
"Hey!" her brothers protest. Then she sees her two older siblings share a look, so she moves to hide behind Quinn's back. "Please don't eat me."
Sam nods at Stevie, and before the girls know what's happening, Sam's throwing both of them onto the bed. Then the two boys are tickling them, trapping them onto the mattress.
"Stevie...stop! I'm...telling!" a squeaky voice giggles.
"Sam, you...better let...me go!" an older girl threatens in between laughs. "I'm...going to...hurt you!"
The boys stop. Stacy hits her brother on the arm, then moves with Stevie onto the floor to watch TV. They don't see Sam or Quinn, however.
The two teens notice the compromising position they're in. One of his hands are pinning her arms above her head, the other is resting just below her chest. He's straddling her, and she breathing deeply with a red tint to her cheeks. Then before he knows it, he's being pushed to the floor.
"Ow!" he groans. "That hurt a lot!"
"I did say I was going to hurt you," she huffs, standing up and fixing her dress.
"You didn't have to do such a good job at it," he complains.
She smugly grins. "You deserved it. Right Stace?"
The girl smiles, nodding her head eagerly. "Yupp, you did Sammy! You and Stevie are big meanies."
"That's not fair!" Sam yells with a frown. "Stacy's always on your side!"
"It's not my fault your sister loves me more than you," she says, sticking out her tongue. A sound from the pocket of her cardigan stops her from throwing more insults at him. Quinn, dear, dinner is in 10 minutes.
She sighs, reading her mother's text message. She moves to the two younger kids seated on the floor. "I have to go now guys."
"Already?" Stacy sadly asks. "But you just got here."
"If I don't, I'll miss dinner. My mommy would be mad at me then," she explains.
"We can't have that," Stacy nods vigorously. Then she shoots puppy-dog eyes at Quinn. "Will you come back tomorrow?"
"Definitely," Quinn smiles, hugging Stacy.
The little girl grins. "Good. Being around stinky boys all the time isn't fun."
She laughs, and then she moves to the other Evans sibling, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you later, Stevie." The boy's eyes widen, and he touches a hand to his reddening cheek.
She leaves the room with Sam, who sternly insists on walking her out. "I think my little brother has a crush on you."
"Stevie's sweet, but I think I like boys my own age," she teases.
They reach her car, and she sits inside, starting the engine.
"What? I don't get a kiss," he grins, standing back from her car.
She backs out of the parking spot, and shoots him a flying kiss. "See you tomorrow, Evans!"
He catches it with one of his hands, goofily smiling all the way back to the hotel room.