AN: I really wanted to write a fanfic on glee that was completely AU, and this is what I came up with. I had a couple of friends read this for me, and they like it, so maybe you will too? Read and find out!

By the way, if you're a reader who's more interested in non-glee fanfics, do not panic; I have not forgotten about you. You're still important to me.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Quinn and Sam; that's all Glee's.

Happy Camper. Chapter One: A Midnight Swim. By TakeAndRun.

Laughter ran around the campfire; teenagers sat around the smoky flames, talking loudly and drinking out of their red cups filled with alcohol. The smoke of the fire went up into the air, disappearing within the constellations of the night sky. But no one was appreciating the magic in the black sky; they were too busy being obnoxious teenagers to care for that. Greenery surrounded them, creating their own walls around their camp ground and tents.

Quinn talked and laughed just as loudly as the rest of them, bursting into giggles for no apparent reason. She couldn't remember any of the names of the girls she was sitting with; everything was too blurry and moving too quickly for her to see anything clearly. The warm fire seemed to be glowing like the burning sun, making Quinn wave her hand in front of her face to cool herself off.

"I gotta pee!" she said loudly to the crowd of people, but no one seemed to have noticed her announcement. Grinning to herself, Quinn stood up too quickly, causing her to lose her balance and fall back onto the camp chair.

"Oops!" she giggled, ruffling her hair and standing back up slowly. It took her a moment to gain her balance, but then smiled again and started walking towards the direction of the dirty, public rest rooms. She tripped over someone's foot, but caught herself from the fall into the dirt. Another giggle left her mouth as she made her way out of the group and towards the plain fields.

The world around Quinn seemed to be moving in circles; the dark trees, the leaves blowing in the summer night breeze, and the splashing sound of the nearby lake seemed to be shuffling around in her mind. Her head was seriously hurting, and she put her hand to her head, trying to steady herself. Quinn needed some water…or maybe she needed to take a dip in the lake…or maybe another drink.

But the lake was closest and most convenient, so with a little shrug and another laugh, Quinn walked over to the lake's edge. By now, her bare feet were covered in sticky mud, but she didn't notice it. Underneath the moonlight, Quinn stripped herself of her old plaid button down shirt and short shorts, leaving her only in black matching bra and panties. The young girl sighed at the feeling of the cool night air against her skin, smiling widely.

She dipped her toe into the water to test the temperature, and smiled again when she found it to be warm. Without giving it another thought, Quinn got down on her butt and slid herself into the water, letting the warmth swallow her up. Quinn dipped her head under the water, blinking several times to adjust to the darkness of the lake below, and watched as a small fish passed by. She broke surface, flipping her blonde locks back, just like she had seen Ariel do in The Little Mermaid. She had always wanted to do that; it always looked so cool when a mermaid did it.

There was a snap of a twig behind her, but Quinn didn't seem to notice; she was too busy dipping in and out of the water, swimming on her back. Another snap of a twig added to the sounds of crickets, and this time, Quinn's head popped out of the water just in time to hear it. Grinning ear to ear, she turned her head in every direction, looking for the cause of the noise. Behind a clump of trees nearest to the lake, a shadow was formed in a standing position, but Quinn was sure it was just the shadow of the trees. Again, she swam on her back for a while, enjoying how the water got into her ears and made things sound all funny.

"Who's there?" she asked rather loudly suddenly, standing up in the lake and turning around quickly for the pervert watching her half naked self swimming. But the turning around was just making Quinn more dizzy then she already was, making her fall into the water as she tried to stand back up. Once she did, Quinn saw a figure of a person make himself visible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, err, I'll just leave now." The boy said, who couldn't be any older then her. Quinn could hardly see his face due to his blonde Bieber hair covering it. He turned quickly around, a shade of crimson on his face; it was too dark for Quinn to see his blush though.

"Were you watching me swim?" Quinn asked drunkenly, a tone of accusation in her voice. The stranger turned slowly back around, putting his hands up in the air as if she was police officer.

"No, o-of course not; I just showed up, like, two seconds ago, so I think I'll just-"

"Wait!" Quinn called out to him, getting out of the lake and pulling her clothes back on. The blonde Justin Bieber starred at Quinn for a moment in her undergarments, but then shifted his eyes shamefully when he realized what he was looking at. Quinn walked towards him, stopping a couple of feet away just in case.

"I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray." She said. Quinn knew she should probably yell at this guy, turn her back on him, and storm off for him watching her naked, but she just thought that that would take too much work and effort. And she still couldn't see completely clearly yet anyway.

"Err, I'm Sam Evans." Sam said, very confused as to why Quinn wasn't slapping him across the face for what he had done, but feeling relieved never the less. Awkwardly, he stuck out his hand for Quinn to shake, who looked down at it, blinked twice, and then grasped it, getting Sam's hand all wet.

"Oops; sorry!" Quinn giggled out, dropping Sam's hand and flailing her arms around carelessly. The world around her went suddenly upside down, and she started to fall forwards when she felt two manly and warm arms catch her.

The arms were nice and strong, and Quinn laid her head against the chest, appreciating how built and perfect it seemed to be. Sam laughed nervously as Quinn sat there in his arms, relaxing into his arms. He didn't know what was going on or what was wrong with this beautiful girl.

"Are you okay?" he asked Quinn, who waved her hand at him, getting out of his arms and immediately missing his warmth surrounding her.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." She reassured him, but just as she said it, Quinn fell into his arms again.

"I don't think so. We should sit down." Sam suggested, and with his help, he sat Quinn down on the grass, sitting next to her. He pulled his knees up into his chest, and Quinn put her head on his shoulder, oblivious to her actions.

"Are you here with someone, Quinn? Like maybe some family or friends?" Sam asked her, worried for this obviously drunk girl. Quinn shrugged her shoulders, her head still on Sam's shoulders, smiling again.

"With friends…I think. I don't think they really like me." She confessed, and Sam looked down at her with a weird expression on his face.

"Why's that?" he asked curiously, and Quinn smiled again, even though it wasn't anything happy or silly.

"Because I'm a bitch," Quinn said honestly. Sam looked out into the lake, admiring the way the moonlight strikes the water's surface. A long moment of comfortable silence passed between the pair, and Quinn felt so much warmer and happier with her head on Sam's shoulder. She thought she might just keep it there permanently. "Do you think I'm a bitch?"

"I don't even know," Sam said, meeting her gaze, "all I know is that you're really, really pretty, and you're also really, really drunk."

Quinn laughed again, wrapping her arms around this boy's waist, liking the way he supported her body.

"I should get you back to your camp ground. Do you remember where it is?" asked Sam, gently nudging Quinn off him, and standing up. He took Quinn's hand and helped her up too, and once up, Quinn immediately put her arms around Sam, who was too polite to detach himself from her.

"No." Quinn said, and Sam smiled to himself. Doing so it seemed innocent, Sam took Quinn's arms off him, taking only her hand, and their shoulders lightly pressed up against each other's.

"That's okay; we'll find it." Sam said, and the two of them walked out into the darkness.