AU SAM/QUINN
Sam's landed a gig as one of the Secret Service men, only to find out that he's actually a babysitter to the President's twenty-two year old socialite daughter, Quinn Fabray. Scared and confused by the way she makes him feel, Sam tries his best not to fall for her and has a particularly hard time doing it.

So this idea has been stuck in my head for a while now, so I wanted to get it out and see what you guys think! It's quite a short chapter, but I'm already working on the second so eep~~ anyway, let me know what you think!

Waiting For You

Chapter One

There's a sense of pride when one wakes with a phone call from the Secretary of State, asking for a personal favour to fill the slot of a recently retired Secret Service agent, but at the same time it's a moment that Sam would never forget or regret.

That's until he met her.

Previously Sergeant Evans of the U.S. Navy Seals, Sam's job was now to be the personal bodyguard - babysitter - to the President's twenty-two year old daughter, Quinn Fabray. Sam, of course, had met the President and seen him on numerous occasions during the last few months of his service, but had never seen the daughter. He was taken back by her beauty, which so natural that he found himself disliking whenever she had make up and was a little confused as to how she turned out so beautiful compared to… President Russell Fabray, not that he'd ever voice it aloud.

Quinn, to the best of Sam's guestimation, had inherited her father's nose which didn't look as straight as his. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and Sam could see the brown regrowth starting to come through. Quinn had the body of a dancer, with beautifully toned thighs and a strangely ghetto shaped butt, but it was her eyes that knocked the breath out of him whenever he looked into them. She'd inherited them from her mother and were the most beautiful shade of green.. or hazel, Sam wasn't too sure since he wasn't allowed to stare for too long, but it made his chest thump every time he saw her.

When Sam met Quinn for the first time, at her breakfast one morning, he found her dislike in him actually amusing and endearing. Sam was trying his best not to make an assumption about her, but he did have a feeling that travelling around pretending to be the President's perfect daughter was starting to have a toll.

It was officially Sam's second day on the job since he spent the night listening to Quinn make out with a boy that looked way too much like a man in his mid thirties, but Sam couldn't say anything, it was his job to look the other way. He wanted today to be better though, to be able to do his job and not act like a babysitter.

"How'd you land the cheerleader?" Sam frowned and looked over the hallway to see a guy, taller than him with very broad shoulders and a smirk that looked like all it was missing was a pornstauche.

"What?" Sam whispered, glancing up and down the hallway that was just outside the dining area of the Fabray's. He had no intention of making an impression to someone that he liked to chit chat.

"Quinn. She was a cheerleader." Sam just looked away from him, not amused at how informal he was talking and kept his eyes straight ahead. "Cause she's smokin'… I thought I'd get her after Grandpa Walters retired, but I got stuck with WASP of the year, First Lady Fabray."

"Shut up." Sam hissed, letting out a breath as he glanced around. He really didn't want to get caught talking on the job.

The door swung open and Sam saw this guy straighten up so quickly it was like as if an electric shock went through him. Sam had to hold back a snigger.

"Ah, Puckerman. You'll be riding in our motorcade." Sam saw the President point to the guy and watched as he started to lead them out to the front before starting to walk beside Quinn when she finally made her way out. Quinn was dressed in a navy blue dress that rested to her knees, black heels and pearls, which made her a little bit older than her twenty-two year old self, but still quite beautiful.

Once they were in the car, Sam actually found the silence comforting. After numerous years of hearing gunfire and screams, something that he used to be quite accustomed to, the silence helped calm his mind. Sam didn't know exactly why Quinn was so hostile towards him, why she rejected him so much and even though he was dying to ask her why and hopefully find a way to make up for it, he knew he could never talk to her unless spoken to. He glanced over at her now to see a very bored expression on her face as she looked out the window and he wanted to do something about it.

Once they had arrived, Sam was into full protective mode, because in a situation like this there were a number of variables to consider. It was the Vice President's birthday and he decided to throw a function at his mansion, which was roughly okay since the Vice President would have his own security and it would mean a lot of eyes watching the place, but it still made Sam uneasy.

It was sunny, thank goodness, and the temperature was starting to raise, making Sam sweat under the layers of his Secret Service suit. If there was thing he hated, it was the suit, even though he spent most of his years in his Army uniform. But was better to be day than night since there were a number of spots anyone could hide in under the cover of darkness, even though it was boiling.

"Look, you don't have to babysit me." Quinn murmured and Sam was surprised at the fact she was actually talking to him. He glanced over at her and she was looking at him, a very bored expression on her face. "I can look after myself."

Sam just shook his head and continued to scan the room, noticing how loud Quinn sighed.

"Where is the alcohol…" Sam cracked a smile and started to follow Quinn as she made the rounds.

"President and First Lady about to head to the podium." Sam glanced around and spotted Puck who had just relayed the information of the receiver in Sam's ear and also whoever else's ear that was listening. Sam, knowing that they needed the daughter for their perfect image beside them, moved to Quinn and swooped her away from a group of frat looking boys and moved her to the podium, keeping a hand around her waist.

"Jesus, could have asked." She muttered and Sam just moved to a comfortable position beside Quinn, scanning his eyes over the crowd. Behind him, he was listening to the President relay a thank you to the Vice and that his whole family wished him a happy birthday. Sam had to suppress a smile when he saw Quinn eye roll.

When Russell was done, Sam followed Quinn diligently as she strolled from bar stand to bar stand and before long, Sam was now playing catch. As in, catching Quinn so she didn't fall over and smack her face into a pot plant every five seconds.

"I don't get why my father is the President." She mumbled after Sam narrowly had stopped her from slamming her face into what looked like a very expensive painting and guided her to a couch. "He is so… so dumb." Sam just stood beside her as he watched her drunken form spread out on the couch, wishing he could sit down beside her and comfort her.

"You know… he doesn't… didn't… even know I was pregnant." Sam frowned and glanced down at her. Quinn looked distraught, completely out of it and she looked like she was about to cry. This was the worst sad drunk Sam had ever met. "He doesn't care… he didn't even realise.."

Sam kneeled down in front of her and handed her his handkerchief, watching her carefully as her hazel orbs widened before she took the handkerchief. The tears had messed up her mascara and it looked like she had a recently acquired black eye, but to see this vulnerability behind her usually defensive attitude made Sam… like her even more.

"Your father loves you." Sam murmured softly and he saw the questioning look Quinn gave him, which he gave her a small smile in return.

"How do you know that?" Sam stood and sat on arm of the couch beside her, shrugging a little. He glanced down at the blonde and saw the actual curiosity and Sam shrugged again. Quinn reminded him a lot of the people he used to have to evacuate on his tours sometimes in the middle east. They were just scared.. and alone.

"Even though he may be the master of the universe.. I think he's tried to build something for you to be proud of." Quinn just narrowed her eyes at him, frowning deeply.

"I can get you fired for calling him master of the universe." Sam let out a soft laugh and rubbed his hands together, letting his hands rest in his lap.

"I could have been fired five minutes ago when I opened my mouth."

"How come you're talking to me?" Sam just shrugged.

"Probably because you won't remember it and… it seemed like you needed a friend."

Sam watched Quinn ponder that and tried not to look to pleased when she gave him a smile. Sam was just hoping that she wouldn't give him so many snarky looks after this conversation. He was just glad that they were talking openly… even though she was pretty intoxicated.

"Evans!" Sam stood up straight and was lucky that the President only entered the room, watching as he let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Quinn.. there you are." Sam glanced between Quinn and Russell, gulping a little at how Quinn swayed and Sam had to catch her. "You let her drink?" Sam looked at him blankly and glanced at Quinn, who gave him a sheepish smile before looking back at her father seriously.

"It's not his fault."

"Quinn, it's not even noon."

"It's five o'clock somewhere…" Quinn trailed off and Sam had to hide a smile, watching as Quinn quirked a perfect brow at her father. The President just grabbed her arm and pushed her in Sam's direction, causing Sam to have to catch her.

"Take her home… discreetly." Sam just nodded and gave Quinn's arms a rub.

Sam managed to sneak her out through the kitchen where the caters were going in and out, obviously a no go zone for any of the guests. Without even thinking, he draped his suit jacket over her and led her to the motorcade, giving the driver a nod before sliding in beside her.

"Why is it you guys never talk?"

"Distraction." Sam murmured, glancing out the window before looking over at Quinn. She was still holding onto the handkerchief and Sam had to smile about that, but he was more concerned at how she looked. He was unsure whether it was the way her father handled her, but Quinn just looked downright upset. It actually hurt him to see her like that.

"Why did you drink today, Miss Fabray?" He asked quietly and the look she gave him was one full of hurt.

"I wanted… attention." A twenty-two year old socialite.. wanting attention and going out of her way to get full blown drunk to get it? Sounded like not the best of ideas, but he got it. Even though she was just a few years younger than him, she did remind him of her teenager sister at times, but it was probably due to the constant limelight and travelling around.

"I'm not even going to tell you that's not the smartest idea, because you know that."

"I know…" Quinn mumbled, as if she had just been told off by the school principal.

When they got back to the White House, Sam was glad that she had sobered up a little so he didn't have to keep his arms out just in case she needed them. Was it so bad that he liked that? Sam did walk her to her door, which he always had to do, but this time it felt a little different.

"Look.. I'm sorry about being such a brat to you." Quinn started, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her hair as she gave him a tiny smile. "I've just had so many bodyguards that have treated me like… a thing. Not a person."

"We're just… scared." Quinn quirked her perfect eyebrow like she had done to her father and he had to take in a deep breath to stop his heart from thumping so hard.

"Isn't it your job… not to be scared?" Sam laughed and nodded, starting to walk back to his post.

"We're scared of you, Quinn." Sam watched as Quinn opened her mouth to say something, but shut it quickly and he just gave her the smallest of smiles, dipping his head before disappearing around the corner. Sam knew that even though Quinn would forget most of the conversation that they had during the day, he liked every bit of it.

That's when he knew he was in serious trouble.

AN: Obviously I'm not a Secret Service Agent nor have I any specific knowledge to their inner workings - only wikipedia can take me so far - so if there are any incorrect facts or something, it's not on purpose! Anyway, that's it! :-)