This isn't a Game.
This is my second story and I hope you like it :) All copyrights belong to Ryan Murphy and FOX.
Rated T due to the violence and swearing; it may change to M but doubtful.
Flashbacks are in italics.
This idea came to me and I just want to see if it works... If you have any ideas for the story; please suggest :)
The main couple is Fabrevans (Quinn and Sam) but the story will have various other couples like Finchel, Klaine, Kyder and Jarley. Tike and Brittana may pop up later on... The story revolves around Fabrevans but their families and friends also play big parts. I'll try and include most of the show's characters but most will have only minor parts.
P.S don't hate me if your favourite couple isn't together or if your favourite character turns out to be a bad guy or if your favourite character dies...
Sam Evans sat down on the park bench and watched as the little league soccer players ran up and down the field; all chasing after the ball. He rubs his gloved hands together in an attempt to warm them up, but the cool fall air refrains him from creating any long lasting heat. Sam sighs and watches his breath freeze in the air before it drifts off into the icy wind. He glances around the large park, the large oak trees were all nearly bare from their leaves and the sky was a dreary grey colour. Usually, Sam found beauty in the most average of things but today, anything and everything had lost its color.
"I guess it seems fitting." He scoffs before looking back at the soccer game.
After a minute or so, he feels someone watching him.
"What are you doing here Sam?"
Sam turns away from the game to see a young, tired looking blonde standing a few feet away; "Russel wanted me to come collect you and Junior."
"What a good little foot solider you are." She sneers before sitting down next to him.
Sam ignores her comment and instead watches a small browned haired boy happily run after the ball; "Have you told him yet?"
"Of course I haven't. He's just lost his father, how am I supposed to tell him that he's lost his uncle as well!?"
Sam does his best not to wince at her harsh tone; "Frannie… The funeral is in a couple of hours."
"And he won't be going!" Frannie stands up quickly; "You can tell my father; that I will be going to the funeral, but my son will not be!" She then stalks away just as the referee blows his whistle indicating the end of the game.
"Cooper! C'mon sweetie, we've gotta go."
The brown haired boy happily runs over to his mother; "We won mummy! We won!"
"That's great." She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes; "Go get your stuff, then we need to leave."
"Okay, but can I go say hi to Sammy first?" Cooper points over to the blonde with excitement.
"Not today, now c'mon." Frannie steers him away and towards the pile of bags and drinks.
Sam sighs in frustration, but without another word he stands up, lights a cigarette and makes his way down the path and out of Central Park.
Sam arrives back at his flat soon after and quickly changes into one of his black tailored suits; his job may be against the law but that didn't mean it didn't have it's perks. The last time he had worn this particular one, had been for Cooper Anderson Senior's funeral.
"Today really sucks." He grinds his teeth in anger at his reflection in the mirror. His once long blonde hair was now in a buzz cut due to the injury that he had sustained minutes after Danny was shot.
"Don't lea-leave me-"
He splashes his face with cool water, hoping it might help wash away his guilt; but it doesn't. Nothing has helped.
Sam touches his right eye, the black and purple bruising still hadn't started to fade; Sam hoped it never would. His black eye was a reminder of what his stupid mistake caused.
"We're gonna get you out of here-"
"Sa-am, someone's co-coming-"
He's pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a soft knocking coming from his front door. Knowing exactly who is was going to be, Sam grabs his coat and phone before answering it.
Noah Puckerman was leaning against the wall opposite the entrance with a glum expression. The brunette was also in a black suit, his knuckles were the same color as Sam's eye and the lower part of his neck was still bandaged up. "Ready?" He asks without any emotion in his voice
Sam doesn't bother to reply, he just locks his apartment before heading down the steps with Puck following closely behind. Once they walk outside, they're greeted by other member; Jake, Puck's younger brother, he was holding open the door to the first of two black limos. Sam nods at the solemn looking Puckerman before entering the vehicle.
Inside, Finn Hudson was sitting opposite him; holding onto his wife's hand for dear life. Finn had large bags under his eyes and a pale expression. His wife; Rachel didn't look much better, her eyes were red and puffy and she was sitting as close as possible to her husband.
Sam nods to them both after scooting further over the seat to make room for Noah.
The ride was completely silent. No one spoke or dared to look at each other. Sam spends most of the time trying to ignore the throbbing pain in the back of his head, Puck massages his knuckles and Finn merely comfortingly strokes his wife's arm.
They finally arrive at the cemetery, where people were already gathering; there must've been over a hundred.
"Let's go." Puck declares breaking the silence; he quickly opens the door and gets out. Sam swiftly follows, unable to stay in the claustrophobic back seat any longer. He holds the door open for Finn then they both aid a heavily pregnant Rachel out.
"Should we wait here?" Finn asks as he looks around at the crowds of people.
"Yeah, there's no point walking up if we're just gonna have to come back down to help carry…" Puck starts but drifts off at the end, not wanting to say his friend's name out loud. The group all nod and wait for everyone else to arrive.
Soon enough, the second limo pulls up, containing; Jake, Ryder Lynn, Jo Hart and Artie Abrams. All four boys join the quiet group and wait for the rest. Next to arrive are Blaine Anderson, Jesse St James, Azimio Adams, David Karofsky and Kurt Hummel; Finn's step brother. Both Jesse and Joe had their arms in slings and Blaine had a similar bruise to Sam under his eye.
The third limo parks up and the rest of the group arrive; Brody Western, Sebastian Smyth, Matt Rutherford, Phil Lipoff with Bobby Surette and Rick Nelson or 'Boom Boom' and 'The Stick' as they liked to be referred to as; bringing up the rear.
Rick had a small bandage covering up his badly broken nose and Sebastian's hand was in plaster.
"Are they here yet?" Artie asks looking around for their boss and his family.
"No, they should be here and minute-" Sam starts but stops midsentence as he spots the large black hearse slowly making its way up the gravel path. A sudden hush falls over not only the large group but also over the other people there to pay their respects.
Sam gulps as he watches his boss; Russel Fabray step out from the vehicle and then help his distraught wife. Judy Fabray was in a simple black dress with a large black hat pulled down low to try and hide her smudged make up and red eyes. Frannie steps out in a similar dress but with near to no make-up. The usually strong, confident family looked broken and somewhat scared. Not only were they missing Danny, but also their youngest daughter; Quinn. No one really expected the middle child to turn up and it looked like they were all right in their suspicions.
Kurt's father and Finn's stepfather; Burt Hummel, walks over to them and embraces his oldest friend. He says something to Russel and the blonde simply nods before ushering his wife and daughter forward.
Burt walks over to the group; "Finn, Sam, Puck, Brody, Ryder, Jake; you ready?" All six boys nod promptly before leaving the rest of the group and heading to the back of the hearse. Rachel reluctantly lets go of her husband's hand, Kurt notices her discomfort and wraps an arm around her shoulders.
Sam takes in a deep breath just before the funeral director gravely opens up the back to reveal the black coffin. A slight shudder runs through their bodies before they begin to lift it out.
Sam and the rest of the guys slowly lower the casket before stepping away, each place an apologetic hand on their bosses shoulder before taking their position behind him and his family.
Sam hangs his head as the priest starts speaking.
"Today, we are all here to remember a beloved son, brother and friend."
After a minute or so, Puck nudges him in the side, the blonde looks up in confusion, Sam follow's Puck's gaze and his heart nearly stops.
The entire assembly of people watch in a stunned silence as Quinn Fabray gradually makes her way towards them. Her blonde hair was somehow shining in the non-existent sun and her loose curls perfectly framed her face. She was wearing a simple yet flattering dress with black heels and was also wearing sun glasses; obviously to hide the tears that were streaming down her face.
She bravely ignores the stares as she walks over to her family, she kisses each one on the cheek individually before sitting down next to her sister; Frannie and taking her shaking hand into her own.
Sam spends the rest of the time staring longingly at the back of her head, he hasn't seen her in three years but his feelings haven't changed one bit.
"Come with me." Quinn pleads from her sitting position on her bed.
"You know I can't."
"Why? Because you want to stay here and do what?!"
Sam runs a hand through his long floppy blonde hair; trying to figure out what to say.
Quinn's eyes widen in realisation; "No! No you can't!" She jumps off the bed and glares down at him; "Don't do this!"
"I'm sorry Q…" He stands up from her bed and avoids eye contact.
"You son of a bitch!" She shoves his chest furiously; "Why!? You said you never wanted to follow in his footsteps!"
"Things change." Sam mumbles; still unable to look her in the eye.
"You changed! What did they do!? Did they blackmail you!? Threaten you!? WHAT!?" Quinn was practically screaming now.
"They didn't do anything. It was my decision!" Sam replies; his voice getting gradually louder.
"Get out." She mutters; when he doesn't move she shoves him again; "GET OUT!"
Sam holds his hands in defeat and walks towards the bedroom door.
Quinn angrily wipes her tears away, refusing to let him see her cry.
"Quinn… I… I'm sorry." And with that he leaves the devastated blonde alone to cry.
"Did you know she was coming back?" David asks quietly.
Jesse and Artie shake their heads in response, all subtly glancing at the youngest Fabray daughter. They were standing in a cramped huddle in Russel Fabray's mother's house, where most of the funeral goers had all congregated, once the ceremony had ended.
"Her brother died. Of course she'd come back for the funeral!" Puck whispers furiously, he couldn't stand gossip. All three boys hang their heads in shame and remain quiet for the rest of the time.
"Do they never learn?" Puck sighs after taking a seat next to Sam.
"Nope." The blonde replies bluntly; he still couldn't take his eyes off Quinn.
"Go talk to her."
"Nope." Sam repeats before taking a swig from his beer.
"She obviously wants you to; she's been trying to catch your eye this entire time." Jake interjects.
"Really?"
"Yep. Now go, she's just gone into the empty kitchen, you won't get another chance."
Sam contemplates his next move and decides to just go for it; he quickly stands and follows Quinn into the large kitchen.
"I haven't seen her give him a second glance once."
"That's because she hasn't…" Jake replies guiltily.
Puck rolls his eyes at his meddling younger brother; "Well, they do need to talk."
Jake shrugs; "Sometimes people just need a push in the right direction."
"Quinn?" Sam calls out as he walks into the kitchen, the counter tops were completely covered in various plates of different foods and flowers from grieving friends and family. "Quinn?" He calls out again but there's still no answer, he turns to look in another room but stops when hears a faint cough; it came from the back porch.
Sam gently opens the back door and sees the back of Quinn, she was sitting down on the top step; looking out at the overly large back garden. For the first time that day, the clouds were starting to clear to reveal a faint blue sky.
"What do you want Sam?" Quinn asks without looking around.
Sam freezes, not knowing what to say; "How'd you know it was me?"
'Is that the best you could do?' he thinks; mentally kicking himself.
"Who else would disturb the 'bosses' crying daughter?" She scoffs whilst wiping her face with an already damp tissue.
"I can leave…"
Quinn simply shakes her head; Sam stays standing; not knowing to do next.
After a few minutes, he gives in and sits down next to her. Her usually bright green eyes were dull and puffy and her cheeks had tear stains all over them.
"Why does this always happen?" Quinn asks bitterly.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks; trying not to sound too dumb.
"Just as my family starts coping with one loss, another more devastating one happens." It's not that she didn't care for Cooper, but he wasn't her only brother.
"I'm so sorry."
"Why? You probably knew him better than me, you were there when-when… You aren't the one who hasn't seen him in over a year and a half." Quinn roughly wipes her face again for any fresh tears.
"Quinn, you can't blame yourself. This is not your fault. Danny…" Sam gulps, it was the first time he'd uttered the name since it happened; "Danny loved you, he was proud that you were gone."
"Well he'll be really disappointed now."
"What do you mean?" Confusion washing over him.
"Today is the day of my finals, but I wasn't going to miss this."
Sam sighs; "I'm so sorry, they have to understand the circumstances; they have to let you retake them."
Quinn shakes her head; "Today was my second chance. My first was you." She pushes herself up from the step and slowly wonders down the path that led through the garden.
Sam scrambles to his feet and hurries to catch up with the shorter blonde; "What do you mean? When did you skip your first finals for me?"
Quinn chuckles; "You wouldn't remember; you were unconscious in the hospital."
"Where is he?"
Puck jumps slightly at the sound of her voice, he turns around to see an anxious looking Quinn; "He's right through there… He's still not awake; the doctors say it could take a couple of days or even a few weeks."
Quinn nods in understanding, she looks up at him again and sees the utter fear in his eyes; she leans up and pulls him into a much needed hug. "He's gonna be fine."
Puck laughs half-heartedly; "Yeah, I know… I'm just being a pussy." He shakes his head; "I'm gonna go get some coffee, want anything?"
"No, I'm fine thanks."
Noah nods and heads off down the corridor towards the cafeteria.
Quinn takes in a deep breath before walking into Sam's private room. He was lying on his back, with his left arm in a sling and bruises all over his face and neck. His normally tanned skin was nearly as pales as the white sheets he was sleeping on.
Quinn takes another step closer and notices further bruising and more bandages covering up most of his exposed skin. She delicately touches his purple hand with her own but instantly jumps back at the sound of a cough behind her.
Quinn spins around ready to defend herself and Sam if need be, but she relaxes the second she sees Finn Hudson's soft brown eyes.
"And you say you're nothing like your family." He chuckles at how protective and alert she had just been.
Rolling her eyes, Quinn turns back to look at Sam; "You have to be when there are like a thousands of people all wanting either you or your family dead."
"More like millions." Finn winks playfully before taking a seat next to the hospital bed.
"How did this happen? Who did it?" The blonde asks; anger flashing across her features.
Finn leans forward and rubs the back of his aching neck; "We got a tip off about the whereabouts of the Irish dealing scum that took out Coop, naturally Blaine went without a second thought and Sam followed. When we got there, Blaine had been shot; Sam had killed Paddy and was getting pummelled by several other Irish. We got there in time to pull them off him but…" Finn trails off as he stares at his battered friend.
"How long has he been out?"
"Only a couple of days, the doctor said its normal; they say it's just his body repairing itself."
Quinn nods in understanding; "What about Blaine? You said he'd been shot?"
"Yeah, he was in intensive care for the first night; the bullet punctured his lung. He'll be out of the game for a while but he'll live."
Quinn can't help but scoff at his choice of the word; 'game'. This life is most definitely not a game; people don't kill and die in games.
"You shouldn't have done that. I was fine."
"Sam, you were most definitely not fine. You had three broken ribs, a broken wrist and a fractured jaw. That is not fine." Quinn glares up at him before moving away and over to a shaded bench; the sun was now shining and warming the air rapidly.
"Who even told you?" Sam asks; his tone softening.
"Puck. I called to ask him to send over a couple of items and he let it slip. He never has been good at keeping secrets."
Sam laughs at the true statement before sitting down next to her; "So… What happens with medical school now? Do you retake the year? Or…"
"There's no point going back. Some people in my year found out about Danny and who our family are…" Quinn sighs before getting up, she turns to looks at Sam; "It seems like no matter where I go, this family and its issues will always haunt me." She then leaves without another word and returns back to the mourning house, leaving Sam alone in the quite, serene garden.
So... Did you like it? Should I continue or not? Review and tell me :)
It does get dark and become violent in later chapters... but do you even want them?
Thanks for reading it anyway :)