A/N: So this is just what I thought might have happened when Sam came back idk guys I just saw a promo and I needed to write something.
Chapter 1/?
"Soldier On"
He'd been working his ass off, literally, to get his family somewhat back on their feet. His days were spent working at the local cemetery, which people thought was such a dreary job, but he found it calming.. His nights were spent dancing on stage to a small crowd of women or men as White Chocolate. He couldn't deny that he loved the attention, loved the looks that he got, but he knew that he couldn't do this forever. It paid, way too well, especially since he was their star attraction and from this money alone he could support his family. He kept the cemetery job because he had to show to his parents that the money he was bringing it was from an actual job that they approved of. If his father found out he would be ashamed and if his mother found out she'd be horrified.
He didn't expect it to happen like this. He knew the routine, first the back up dancers and then they would call him up. He plastered his greatest smile and hopped up on stage as his name was announced. The crowd went while and he grinned at their reaction. He moved down the small podium, body rolling in front of what seemed to be a bachelorette party and bent down when he saw dollar bill wave at him. Then he froze. Rachel was waving him down and she tucked it into his underwear.
"I want to talk." She whispered and he nodded, getting up and continuing dancing, hoping that his boss hadn't noticed their small interaction. When his skit finished he managed to get twenty ten dollar bills, ten twentys, a dozen ones and one fifty. Not too bad. When he hopped down the stage he saw Rachel and Finn over at the door. He held up his hand and mouthed five minutes. They both nodded. He slipped round the back and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on before slipping out the back entrance. He walked round to the front, as it was policy that if you were a dancer you could only be in costume in the room and tapped Finn in the shoulder, bringing them outside.
Finn seemed taller than Sam remembered, a lot bulkier with muscle and Rachel was exactly the same. Short and small.
"What are you doing here guys?" Sam asked, his hand in his pockets. He didn't want word getting out that Sam Evans had been working in a strip joint. That would be embarrassing and also bad since then his boss would know his real name and that shit does not go down well.
"We um… got a tip off." Finn and Sam both frowned at Rachel's words. She was still in her character of investigator when Finn and her were trying to find Sam earlier this afternoon. Finn rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Look, you can't tell anyone." Sam said sternly, watching a few blokes past who were looking at him funny.
"We won't." Finn said. "But you have to do something for us." Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at Rachel. She had a grin plastered on her face.
"Are you blackmailing me?" Sam asked and Rachel's face fell, turning to look at Finn. He shrugged.
"We could, but we really want to ask it as a favour." Finn said and Sam looked between them both, confused.
Quinn sat, numb to the world as to what was happening around her. The only thing on her mind was Beth. Beth, Beth, Beth. But now she couldn't see her. She couldn't hold her or even talk to her. She had Shelby to blame for being such a horrid person to Puck and to her. Shelby was as bad as she was. She used Puck and Puck isn't such a bad guy. He is probably the only one that cares about her.
She heard a clang and looked up. Judy Fabray was trying her best to make a home cooked meal. They never ate dinner together and Judy never cooked. Even Judy could tell that there was something wrong Quinn and she had to try, just try even though she never did before. Quinn was doing her homework at the kitchen table, where she had always done it and was now annoyed at her mother's presence. She was annoyed at everyone, really, but more at her mother. She was trying to make Spaghetti and Quinn ignored her. She closed her book shut with a slam and got up, grabbing her coat from the hook and left, ignoring her mother's protests. As soon as she walked out she wanted to go back in, it was freezing and the dress she was wearing wasn't helping with the cold. She walked and walked till she found the place she was looking for. It was the park where Quinn spent her last few days with Sam and his family. It was the only place that calmed her.
When Quinn made it home she smelt wine and burnt Spaghetti. She ignored everything else and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Falling asleep instantly. When her alarm blared the next day she could barely get up, thinking of excuses that would be satisfactory to her mother to let her stay home. Then she realised she could do whatever she wanted, she was a Skank once. She sat on the middle of her bed for a solid half hour before she decided she had to go, not that anyone would notice that she wasn't there. Also she had a perfect school attendance track record to look after. Not that she cared much about that either.
She dressed in a simple black dress with yellow stripes at the bottom, just falling to her knees, yellow cardigan and brown heels. She did kinda miss the Skanks look as she realised how boring she looked. She made her way to her car and drove to school. She wasn't paying too much attention to the road, which was probably the most dangerous thing she's ever done, but when she pulled into the parking lot she snapped awake. She grabbed her bag and made her way to her locker, still liking the way that people still parted for her, just a little. Sure she wasn't a cheerio, but she was still Quinn Fabray.
She heard a commotion down the hallway and saw a group of Football boys walking down the hallway. She rolled her eyes and opened her locker, finding the necessary books for her next two lessons. She closed her locker and looked up. Staring at her from down the hallway was Sam Evans with a group of Football players around him, all trying to talk to him. His hair was back to its normal short length, his clothes looked clean and new. There was something different about him physically, but Quinn could still see the sadness in his eyes.
Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing. Quinn with short hair, with a fake smile plastered on her face and eyes that no one could tell were actually lying. She made a step towards him and then the bell rung. She froze for a moment and then disappeared into the sea of students, making her way to her class. He tried to follow her, but he knew it was pointless since he didn't have a class with her right now and she wouldn't miss her lesson for anything. Rachel was right about her, she was broken.
When it finally came to Glee time at the end of the day everyone clapped him in, even Quinn was acting pretty happy. Sam decided that they all wanted to know the details so he let them in on the past couple of months and avoided telling them about the stripping joint, risking a glance at Finn who threw him a thumbs up after Sam told everyone about his cemetery job. Everyone was bit freaked out, but ignored it anyway. A jobs a job. Money's money.
He sang Red Solo Cup to the class and they all joined in, except for Kurt, which wasn't unusual. They were singing about Cups after all. He did notice that half of the glee girls weren't there. Brittany, Santana, Mercedes. Maybe they were doing some cheerleading thing? Suddenly his question was answered when Santana came into the room, stringing a line of insults that made him smile and gave her a hug. He had seen the TV promo about outing her so he knew she was just a bit hurt at the moment and the insults weren't so bad, they were pretty good. He had missed her though. He thanked the Glee club and the bell rang, telling them that School was over for the day.
Sam hung back with Tina, Quinn and Mr. Schue as they cleaned up, picking up all the Cups that Artie had ran into during the song. Tina and Quinn were talking quietly to themselves while Mr. Schue was just humming the song to himself. When Quinn made a move to leave with Tina, Sam caught her cardigan in her fingers and tugged her back. Quinn raised an eyebrow, but said bye to Tina and Mr. Schue as they made their leave out of the Choir Room.
"Hey." He whispered. For some reason he was a bit nervous, he hadn't talked to her in so long and the last time they did it was in her bed when they broke his virginity. It was his last night and she wanted to make it special for him.
"Hi." She murmured back. Then he grabbed her, pulling her into a hug and he heard her let out a sigh. It felt good; to have her back in his arms after so long, but so much had happened in such a short time he knew he wasn't going to fix her overnight.
Quinn didn't know what to feel. They had been standing there, holding each other for almost a half hour. Her feelings for him came back instantly when she saw him down the hall, but now she had Puck… well she wasn't really sure what she had with Puck. They almost had sex. They cuddled. Was that friendship? She didn't know. She broke the embrace and stood back, looking at him. Properly. His hazel eyes connected with her green and suddenly she was kissing him. When their lips connected it felt as if he had never left her. That they were still lying in her bed, watching the sun come up and the feeling of her tears staining her cheeks. The next thing she knew she was being lifted and placed firmly on the edge of the piano. She could feel him everywhere, her lips, her thighs, just everywhere and she didn't want it to stop.
He had to stop, he had to. This was wrong, very wrong. Her hand was gliding his up her inner thigh. He wanted to, he so wanted to but he couldn't. This wasn't about them or him this visit was about her. And it was a visit. Just a visit. He could hear her whine when he pulled back, his hands firmly on the piano beside her thighs.
"Sam?" She whispered and he realised he was staring at the ground. He looked up at her sighed, his hand moving to rub her thumb over her cheek.
"I'm going to help you Quinn Fabray. I'm gonna fix you. I'm not leaving you again."
Oh god. Should I continue? Anyway, the titles for thechapters are always songs so this one is
Soldier On by the Temper Trap
Anyway! Reviews are always welcome.