Another Heart Calls

Pairing: Quinn/Sam/Kurt/Rachel

those four people will become integrated together so crazily that you will be screaming by the end of this story lol. (Not a foursome!)

Summary: Relationships are never easy…especially not at WMHS. Kurt Hummel has finally come to grasps with the fact that developing a crush on straight boys will never get him anywhere…but is the straight boy in question really that straight? Quinn Fabray has always known where her life was going…until one person throws all her preconceptions out of whack. Inevitably: Sam/Kurt, Sam/Quinn, Sam/Rachel, or Quinn/Rachel. Which one will be endgame? That's for me to know.

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I'mma get your heart racing
If that's what you need,
In this teenage dream tonight
Let you rest your head on me,
If that's what you need,
In this teenage dream tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight

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"I'm happy for you, Quinn." Kurt said tightly as he did his best to focus his thoughts on anything besides the blonde in front of him and how happy she seemed to be. When she'd called him with an emergency earlier that morning he'd hurried over, fearing that baby gate 2.0 was on the rise, however when he'd gotten there he had been less than happy to know that all she wanted to do was have some girl talk about the date she'd apparently gone on with Sam the night before. Part of him was happy that she was happy but another part of him, more dominant than he would ever admit, was still convinced that Sam just had to be gay. It wasn't just that Sam was gorgeous and funny and talented and—ah hell, he was the perfect guy. Kurt had studied the guy intensely and had yet to find any kind of flaw that could be used against him. He was sensitive and seemed to care about others, he was one of the few players on the football team who were actually passing all of their classes, and even though he knew that he would be bullied for joining glee club he stuck it out. Kurt found him completely fascinating and he had wanted to get to know him better, which was why he had tried to get him to sing a duet with him. No matter what Finn might say, or even his own annoying conscience, he hadn't wanted to sing with Sam because of how he looked. He hadn't even wanted to sing with Sam because he was attractive, which he was—lord Jesus look at his mouth, he had just wanted to welcome the new boy to the club and get to know more about him. Something about the way Sam had introduced himself to the entire club had struck with him and he found himself intrigued, needing to know more.

And now he was about to find out the "more" that he'd been looking for…but unfortunately it was from a secondary source.

"I never thought I'd feel this way again." Quinn said softly, toying with a loose thread on her cheerio skirt. Kurt resisted the urge to smack her hand away from the thread and smiled once more, motioning for her to go on. "He makes me feel…" she hesitated, biting her lower lip. "Like I'm more than 'that girl who got p regnant last year'…you know?" Kurt nodded even though he, thankfully, did not know what it was like to be known as a teenage parent.

"He's just so different from Finn and Puck; he actually listens when I talk." She said with a giggle as Kurt actually smiled genuinely for the first time that night, imagining the gorgeous smile that always seemed to be present on—

No!

He was not going to do this again. He was done crushing on straight boys who would never reciprocate his feelings, all it ever ended up doing was hurting him and he was tired of it. He didn't need to have a boyfriend in his life to be happy; he could do it on his own…like he'd proved in his performance of Le Jazz Hot the week before.

Which Sam had seemed pretty impressed by.

Damnit!

No matter how hard he tried he could not get Sam Evans out of his head. It was almost as it he was imprinted inside of it, refusing to budge until Kurt fell hopelessly and unrequitedly in love with the blonde Adonis. He hated to admit it, but he was pretty sure he already had. Fuck, he was such a horrible friend.

"I'm making the right decision, right?" Quinn asked hesitantly, looking up at Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt wanted to roll his eyes, she looked like someone had just told her Bambi's mom got shot again, before reassuring her that Sam was perfect and that dating him would be good for her reputation and blah blah blah. All he wanted to do was tell her that Sam was bad news and to dump him but he knew he couldn't do that to her, she didn't deserve it.

"He's a great guy, Quinn. You're very lucky." Quinn just blushed and nearly squealed when her phone started to vibrate in her lap. She picked it up and Kurt could see the change in her face when she picked it up.

"Hey, Sam." She said nervously, biting her lower lip. She turned away to talk to him and Kurt pushed himself off of the bed and pretended to be engrossed in critiquing Quinn's wardrobe but in all honesty when he looked in the closet all he could see was green.

Jealously.

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"Samuel, are you ready for school yet?"

He groaned and rolled over in bed, nearly rolling off the side as he scrambled to remain horizontal. He still wasn't used to living with his parents, since he'd gone to an all boy boarding school previously, so the morning wake up calls were fairly new to him. He rubbed his eyes and struggled to sit up, feeling a wave of tiredness washing over him as he slowly climbed out of bed and got up for the day. He went through his morning ritual almost as if on auto-pilot and before he was really even aware of it he was sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him half eaten.

"Did you do your homework?" His mom asked, attempting to strike up a conversation with her comatose son. He shrugged and continued to shovel cereal into his mouth, wondering if there was any way he would be able to sneak out of the house without his mom offering him a ride to school.

"Jeffrey is going to drive you to school."

"Mom, no." he said firmly, continuing to shovel down the cereal. He could see his mom frowning from across the table but he wasn't going to change his mind, he didn't want "Jeffrey" driving him anywhere let alone to school.

"Sammy—"

"Please don't call me that." He said tiredly, running a hand through his hair. "Only Dad can."

"Sam…"

"Not now." He stood up, put the dish in the sink, and with his book bag in hand he walked out of the door and towards the bus station hoping that he hadn't missed it. He, thankfully, managed to catch the bus to school and made it in time for his first class. He sat in the back slouched down hoping to catch a nap if he was lucky but he was interrupted by a vibration emitting from his phone. He flipped it open and a smile appeared on his face when he saw who it was from.

Quinn Fabray.

He still found it shocking and exciting that she seemed to like him. Prior to coming to McKinley he'd only known three women, his mom, an old English teacher, and his grandmother. When he'd started school on the first day he'd been almost overwhelmed but now it almost felt normal to see girls walking down the same hallways as the boys without risking expulsion. He found that he actually liked seeing the girls around, which was most definitely a relief to him because it proved that he wasn't actually gay. He hadn't been lying to Quinn when he said that wasn't gay, because he wasn't…or at least he didn't think he was. Going to an all guy's school made your dating options at zero unless you liked guys and he was a teenage boy…he couldn't help it. He'd never really seen it as being gay or being straight, it just seemed normal because he was surrounded by guys at every corner and there were no girls even around for him to consider being interested in. So when a cute boy, he did have eyes so he noticed how attractive the boy was, asked him out…who was he to say no? After awhile they became practically inseparable and he had been devastated initially when his parents had told him that they were going to be moving to a new town and living as an actual family, or as much of one as they could without his father in the picture. He hadn't known what it was going to be like at first, he'd thought that it was just going to be him and his mom, but then Jeffrey moved in. He was sure the guy was probably really nice but he didn't want or need another dad, so he resented the dude for that reason alone. Thankfully he'd been pretty busy with football, glee club, and now Quinn so he hadn't had to see the guy more than twice. Speaking of Quinn…

"Been thinking bout you."

"Same here." He texted back

"how was ur weekend?"

"football. You?"

"cheerios. Lunch today?"

"yes. Jock or glee?"

"glee table. Want to talk to kurt bout something."

Sam wasn't sure exactly why, but when Quinn mentioned Kurt a weird feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He still felt bad, well not bad but awkward, about the duet situation and he hadn't really talked to the other boy since that day. He wasn't sure if he should apologize since he technically hadn't done anything wrong and Kurt had been the one to sever the partnership, but he felt like he should. He'd had lots of opportunities but it had just seemed odd so he'd kept silent, preferring their silent truce of avoidance. Well, it was avoidance on his part…it was probably just lack of thought on Kurt's. He had no reason to be on Kurt's radar, especially since they'd really only ever had a few conversations and they were solely about glee.

"k. see you then."

"k :')"

He flipped his phone shut and tried to focus on the blackboard in front of him, attempting to quell the foreign feelings that were occurring in his stomach.

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"Quinnie, when are you going to invite that nice boy over for supper?" Her mom asked questioningly that night at the dinner table, clasping her hands in front of her and smiling earnestly. Quinn smiled tentatively and looked down at the table cloth, fingering the cloth absently. She wasn't sure if she was ready to introduce her…whatever Sam was, to her mom yet. She knew that her mom was going to adore him, he was pretty much perfect, but introducing him to her mom would make it so much more real and they would have to define their relationship. She really liked Sam, more than she'd liked anybody in a really long time, and she was afraid of pushing him away. She was a hard person to get close to ever since Beth and she knew that if she tried to move too quickly she would get scared and push him away like she'd inevitably done with Puck, and she didn't want to make the same mistakes all over again.

"I'm not sure mom." She said awkwardly, pushing her food away from her and standing up. "I've got homework to do." She fled from the table before her mother had a chance to say anything else and went straight to her room, closing the door behind her firmly. She closed her eyes tightly and let out a breath that she hadn't known she was holding, breathing in deeply as she attempted to calm her racing heart. She wasn't ready for Sam to meet her mother...hell, she wasn't sure she ever wanted them to meet. Was that a bad sign? She didn't have the most experience with guys but she could remember proudly bringing Finn home to meet her parents shortly after their third date yet she and Sam had been dating for two weeks and she'd yet to even consider the possibility. She loved that he listened when she spoke and seemed to genuinely like her despite her past, but was that enough to base a relationship on? When she'd been with Finn, and even Puck, she'd always felt a connection between them, chemistry, but with Sam it just felt safe and normal…were relationships supposed to be that way? As if on cue, her phone rang from across the room and she picked it up with a smile on her face.

"You home?"

"yes" She texted back quickly.

"can I see you?"

"not tonight. Plans with Sam."

"fuck bieber."

"be nice."

"why? He's not nice 2 me. He stol my girl."

"he couldn't steal me, I wasn't yours."

"pretty much were, babe."

"not officially, puck. Leave him and me alone."

"you know you love it."

She did, in fact, love it…but she wasn't about to tell him that. Going to juvenile hall had really smartened Puck up and he'd actually become somewhat of a better guy. He didn't throw people in dumpsters anymore and was never seen with a slushy; hell, he'd even been nice to Rachel Berry in glee the other day. They were all glad that he was back as when he went to juvie they were left with only 11 members and technically couldn't compete, but Quinn was happier than the others for reasons that she couldn't explain. She and Puck had always had a connection, even if she hadn't wanted to acknowledge it, and now after everything they'd gone through last year…it was stronger than ever. She wasn't sure if she was in love with him or the idea that someone like him found it in their hearts to love her, but she couldn't deny her attraction to the mohawked boy who had gotten her pregnant. However, she would never let him know that's how she felt.

"you wish" she texted back.

"sure babe, whateva you say. I'll be seein ya."

"yeah, in your dreams." She knew it was a horrible comeback but she refused to let him have the last word.

"you're always there babe, don't worry ;)" …or maybe he would have the last word.

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"Rachel, are you sure about this?" Finn looked hesitant; like he was afraid she was going to break, so she took his hand and guided it towards where she wanted it, smiling when he found his mark. The boy looked like he was about to pass out and Rachel almost felt bad for him as she knew how difficult it must be for him to control himself. They were in the hot tub together in her en-suite bathroom in nothing but their underwear and she had finally decided that it was time for them to reach second base. She was, of course, worried about whether or not she would be adequate at the performance of oral sex, but she figured that it couldn't be that difficult if uneducated loose women like Santana Lopez were able to grasp the concept. As Finn's hands grazed over her breasts lightly she felt her mind drifting to glee club, and all the solo's that she would hopefully get to perform over the coming months. Sectional's was in a few weeks and they still hadn't narrowed down their song selections. Rachel had tried to give their teacher a manila folder filled with 89 song selections that she'd been looking through but he hadn't been interested in seeing it, saying that he had a plan of his own.

She hoped that this plan worked out better than his idea to do Rocky Horror in front of the entire high school…and their parents. To say that her fathers had enjoyed her rendition of "Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me" would be the understatement of the century. She'd never seen a red so deep as the one that had settled on Hiram Berry's face as he watched his only child caress her body and sing about sex in front of the entire community. She had enjoyed every minute of it of course, what actress wouldn't enjoy performing Rocky Horror, but in the grand scheme of things it hadn't been the best decision Mr. Schue had ever made in his entire life. She wondered—

She was jolted from her thoughts when Finn began kissing her neck, seemingly tired of touching her boobs and not receiving any kind of response. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in doing sexual activities, because she was, but things between the two of them had just seemed so weirdly. Nothing had changed but yet it felt like everything had changed, and she didn't know why. Suddenly Finn's kisses weren't sweet and romantic but sloppy and repulsive, and she wasn't sure exactly when the transition had occurred. She had hoped that the events of this evening would help their relationship but now that it was actually happening she couldn't help but feel like it was the worst decision she'd ever made. It was…awkward, being in the hot tub with Finn like this. She methodically went through the steps like the trained actress she was, sliding down his boxer shorts and sliding her hand in, taking him in her hand. She felt him shudder against her and she wondered for a second if it was over already, but it wasn't. It didn't take long though before it was over and she was leaning back against him in the hot tub, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

She opened her mouth to say something but was silenced by his mouth closing upon hers, kissing her fiercely as he pulled her body flush against his. Before she really knew what was happening he had removed her bra and was lowering his mouth to her nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking. She knew that it was supposed to feel good but all she could feel was discomfort and awkwardness so she casually brought his lips away from her nipple and caught them in a kiss. He then slid his hand into her bikini bottom and pulled her closer towards him, going through the mechanics of oral sex. She knew that it was supposed to be a really good feeling but it just felt like he was a toddler looking for a toy that he couldn't find so she decided it would be a good time to test out her acting abilities, preparing herself for a future role that may involve a scene of a sexual nature. When it was over he reclined in the hot tub and pulled her body close to his, wrapping an arm around her as he tenderly placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"I love you." He whispered affectionately in her ear, playing with a few strands of her hair.

"I love you too." She replied, wondering to herself if she meant it or if she was still acting.

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AN: Not sure if you guys are going to like it…let me know!