Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.
The sun's harsh rays glint into her eyes and she puts her hand up reflexively, shutting her eyes closed. This summer made her feel like she was living in an oven and her daily outfits most always consisted of denim shorts and a strappy tank top.
However, she relished the time she got to spend with her grandfather. For the summer she had chosen to stay with him at his farm and escape her parents constant arguing and drama. Even after their divorce, the two still managed to fight about the smallest of matters.
So she decided that visiting her grandpa was an excellent idea. He'd always travel down for the holidays, but she'd never had a chance to grow an actual relationship with him.
John Fabray was one of the nicest people Quinn had ever met. You could ask anyone in the small town of Westerville. Not to mention, that he'd always supplied her with a generous amount of presents at Christmas since she was three. He had light brown hair with small sections slowly fading to gray, and hazel eyes that matched hers. His build was rather tall, but he had a kind feel to his features and body.
Quinn had only been down for a week and things had gone very smoothly if she could say so herself. Grandpa had insisted that he take her to the strip mall downtown, so she could get some clothing items for the summer. He'd explained to her several times that running a farm wasn't easy and that he'd be busy for most of the hours during the day. So she took him up on his offer for shopping and he purchased her many items that she thought she needed to last the summer, including many best-seller novels, clothes that would help her beat the heat, and some additional necessities such as toiletries.
After moving her lawn chair out of the luminous sun, she decides to make Grandpa some lemonade. She sees him enter the barn, before wiping sweat and dirt from his brow. She makes a mental note to bring him a handkerchief as well.
Quinn enters the house, a blast of cool air hitting her body and instantly cooling her down. She retrieves the ingredients for the lemonade and pulls out a glass pitcher for the liquid. After doing the recipe she's been practicing for the last few days, she mixes it one last time before pouring it into a cup and heading outside. She finds Grandpa coming her way and he flashes a smile.
"Hey, Quinnie. What ya got there?"
"Just some lemonade for you Gramps."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
He takes a sip and tells her about it's flavorful taste, in which she thanks him before he has to continue working. Quinn busies herself by washing the dishes and doing the little laundry that there is. When she finishes the small chores, she returns to the lawn chair, her thick book still lying on it's armrest. She sits down and forces herself to read out of boredom.
A few minutes pass, before she sets her bookmark on her current page and closes the novel. She's already bored with it's contents and she's only on the third chapter.
Her eyes study the landscape and they soon fall on a blond head of hair. Puzzled and curious, she cranes her neck to see the person more clearly. The blond object stands and she's hit with a wave of surprise. He's a blond boy who looks about seventeen, her current age, who's feeding the chickens. His green muscle shirt causes her eyes to stay glued to his toned arms and she licks her lips. She about passes out when he lifts the garment up to wipe the perspiration off his face. The image of his sexy abdomen stays with her and she admits to herself that she hasn't felt this attracted to anyone for a long time.
But when he spots her presence in his pererfial vision, he grins. And Quinn feels like she just got hit by a truck. She recovers and blushes, throwing a small grin his way, before retreating back to her book. The interested girl peeks above the pages and stares at him. She has a wanting to know his name and she reminds herself to aske Gramps about it at dinner. Quinn realizes she might not have to, because he's walking towards her, the blond boy by his side. After placing her book to the side, she stands to meet them.
"Sam, this is my granddaughter Quinn. Quinn meet Sam Evans. He's my farmhand for the summer."
The girl nodded as Sam held his hand out to her. She shook it with a smile.
"Nice to meet you."
"You, too. Your Gramps has told me a lot about you," he replies, a small smile forming on his lips. Quinn grins and feels her knees weaken when his eyes lock on hers. She notices that his eyes are a light green that almost matches his shirt. His hair is cut in shorter style for summer and seems very soft in texture. Quinn bites her lip while her eyes glaze over his muscular body stopping at his jeans.
Damn.
The older man clears his throat and the blondes snap to his direction.
"Well, I'm gonna go start on dinner. Sam, you're through for the day. Thanks again."
"No problem, Mr. Fabray. I'll be here at seven tomorrow."
"Okay. Goodnight Sam."
"'Night."
Grandpa entered the house, leaving the two adolescents alone. Quinn studied the ground and traced circles on her leg awkwardly.
"So.."
Sam wanted to lighten the mood, so he spoke.
"So how long are you staying here?"
"I'm down for the summer."
"That's nice. Your Grandpa's known my family for long time. He's a real good guy."
The girl smiles at his compliment directed at her grandfather.
"Yeah."
Sam admires her features and notices how beautiful she is. His path of sight travels her gorgeous body and he blushes when she catches him. Quinn beckons to the door.
"I better go in and help him with dinner."
"Yeah. It was good to see you."
"You, too. Goodnight."
He exchanges her words and watches her easily move inside. She's in the shortest of shorts and he can't help but stare as she walks inside. And for the first time in what feels like forever, he wishes she was still there. Sam sighs and moves down to the side of the house where the water hose is located. After switching it on, he starts to spray the dirt off of him. He blasts his face and chest, throwing his shirt off in the process. Quinn comes jogging out of the house.
"Hey, Sam. Gramps said to tell you…" she trails off, clearly dazed by his now wet body. Sam smirks at her expression and sprays her with the hose.
"Oops."
She stands speechless and slowly wipes the water from her forehead.
"Sam Evans, you are so dead."
He grins and engulfs her body, the liquid from his soaking onto her. She presses her hands to his chest and giggles wildly. Sam drenches her hair and face with the hose, all while she has her hands up defensively. Quinn yanks the instrument from the boy's hand and shoots him in the face with water.
She's in a fit of giggles and Sam can't help but notice how the water makes her yellow tank top see through and to where he can clearly see her bra. Then suddenly she stops laughing and focuses on his dripping wet chest. Quinn places her hand on his abdomen, causing both of them to get turned on. They lock eyes for a second, before they hear a door close. She quickly moves her hand and he slips his shirt back on his body. Quinn manages to come up with the best excuse to Sam.
"Sorry, y-your skin was wet.." she chokes out, as if it wasn't obvious enough.
He's about to accept her uneeded apology, when her Grandpa steps out to see both of the soaked teenagers.
"Did an unexpected storm come through?" he asked with a chuckle.
The nervous two laughed in response and explained a logical reason that the incident had occurred.
"Okay, Quinn. Dinner is ready. Sam would you like to join us?"
"I'll have to take a raincheck. Mom's making chicken tonight. How about tomorrow?"
"Sounds good. Goodnight, Sam."
"Goodnight," Quinn chimed in, throwing him a grin.
Sam smiled quickly at her, before returning to his pick up truck and driving home. The entire way Quinn occupies his thoughts.
A/N: Thanks for reading. This idea popped into my head a few weeks ago and I've been slowly working on it. I have a lot of ideas for this story, so I plan to update frequently. I really hope you enjoyed it and I will see you soon! Also review, follow, etc. if you'd wish to do so. Mwah, bye!