Hey so this is an idea I had for a story, let me know if you guys like it? Sorry for any mistakes.
I don't own Glee...
Rain slowly, drizzling down my clothes and my hair drenched, dripping softly, I prepared myself. You can do this, it's okay everything will be okay if you just knock the door, I told myself. If I'm not ready I'll know when someone answers, I just need to knock the door.
Moving a single stand of wet hair from my face, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My hand shaking as I slowly tapped it against the white door, then it was over. I swiftly opened my eyes, I had done it, breathing out a sigh of relief. Even if I leave with nothing else I'll be proud of myself for finally knocking on the door.
"Hello?" a deep voice, suddenly snapped me back to reality. I had been so caught up in my thoughts I forgot about what would happened after I knocked on the door.
Looking up, before me stood a man with dirty blonde hair, that swept softly across his forehead. His piercing green eyes, staring straight into mine. While his oddly sized lips formed a look of confusion, as I stood there still not answering.
"Emm...can I help you with something?" he asked slowly, raising his eyebrows but still I couldn't answer.
"Are you okay?" he stepped slighty towards me, my lips were dry.
"I'm...I'm...eh...Q-quinn? Q-uinn...Fa-fabray?"I managed to finally stutter and the man's lips formed a smile and his face quickly changed into one of understanding.
"Oh you're looking for Quinn?" in reply I nodded and he continued to speak.
"Well Quinn's actually out of town for a while on some business but I'm her husband, if that helps?"
I was still shaking from the cold weather and my wet clothes so all I manage was a small ,"Oh."
"Do you wanna come in? You look frozen and you're soaking?" the man asked friendly, nodding towards the door.
Feeling the icy breeze I nodded and followed him into the house, amazed by the warmth and homeliness of it. The fire in the living room was lit and the christmas tree was up, decorated with red and gold. I couldn't help but smile at all the photographs that surrounded the room, mostly of the same three kids.
"I'm guessing the photos are of your kids?" I said sitting down on the sofa, as the man sat across from me.
"Yeah," he answered with a dorky smile,"Two boys and girl, that ones Luke, he's six,"pointing to one of the photos. "That's Leah she's almost five and that little guy is Taylor, who is two."
"Wow, they're all gorgeous,"
"Yeah, so I'm Sam, Sam Evans," he said holding out his hand, I shook it but was a little scared to tell him my name.
"M-my name is...em B-beth, I'm kinda your wife's daughter," I slowly said, trying not to look him in the eye.
All Sam said was ,"I know, I've known since the moment I saw you."
Realistion hit me, I wasnt ready for this, I was a mess I don't need anything else in my life right now.
"Well if you know who I am, then you have to try and understand how sensitive this subject is, right?"
"Yeah, of course," Sam answered with a sympathetic smile.
"Well then you can never tell her I was here, ok? Please I'm not ready for this! At least not now anyway, maybe I'll come back in a few months but just now I can't! I'm a complete wreck, so you can't tell your wife, ok please?" I begged, holding back tears.
Sam gulped, "Yeah, okay...I promise."
I know it would be difficult for him to keep a secret from his wife, but from the look he gave me I knew he wouldn't tell her.
"I'm gonna go,"I stated before quickly letting myself out.
I ran down the street and around the corner, until I finally felt safe. I sat down behind a small bush, gently letting the tears flow. What was I thinking? I'm not stable right now, how can I start a realtionship with someone when all I can think about is when I can have my next drink? Or I can hardly stay sober for two hours otherwise I want to kill myself?
I need to get my life under control, I need to respect myself and my body. It's not heathly, my life is a total trainwreck and I need to get my act together before it's too late.
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