Chapter One: Prologue
During his entire life, Samuel Evans had been a good boy. Coming from good old Nashville, Tennessee he was born and raised like a true Southern gentleman. Sam went to church every Sunday, babysat his younger brother and sister without complain, had never had much to drink than one or two beers, absolutely hated any kind of smoking, tried to keep his grades up (even through his dyslexia) and was an "always there" type of friend. Long story short, he never did anything. That is, to say, until a certain called "Quinn Fabray Hurricane" was brought into his life.
After his father, Oliver Evans, had gotten a job opportunity in the far, far land ─ Sam's words ─ of Ohio (the wilderness of Lima, no less!) the whole family had packed everything they got and left the South. For a normal sixteen years old boy, the whole idea would seem stupid, not worth the effort, a whole new life that they just wouldn't be interested in. Not for Sam Evans, though. Despite his good looks and witty mind, he didn't have anything holding him back in Nashville. No girlfriends, not many friends; well, except the ones in his all boys boarding school, but then again it wasn't like he would die without those people.
Not after his second week in Ohio, Sam Evans found a reason to stick around. The first time he laid his eyes on her was after a church ceremony when his family had been introduced to the others as the new additions to small Lima, and the preacher said that they would need as many support as possible as they established there. Across the hall, he had noticed a pair of hazel eyes staring ahead, in the general direction of the preacher, but not really looking at anything. Sat beside her was a woman, looking very much like an old version of a Barbie doll in her perfect suit skirts and hair pulled back in a fancy bun. The woman had a smile on her face, a pretty one for that matter, but Sam swore he had never seen anything so fake in his life. He looked back to the younger girl (noticing the similarities, he realized that she must've been her daughter) and saw when, after being gently poked by her mother (who now had a stern look, though the sweet smile was still there), she smiled. The smile was something out of this world, so bright and beautiful that he thought his knees were going weak… but, weeks after that, Sam had learned that it was as fake as her mother's, if not more.
Summer had gotten to an end, and by the time that school started, he had (sort of, kind of) gotten used to the town. It was considerably smaller than Nashville, there wasn't much to do, he had no friends… but it was an opportunity to start all over and, truth be told, after one or two other times his eyes caught the mysterious girl in church, he was eager to see if, maybe, she would be his schoolmate.
Regardless of the results of his first day, he'd decided, he was asking her out after preach that Sunday.
That had not been necessary, however. The girl (he would later find out that day that her name was Quinn Fabray, the HBIC who'd gotten pregnant the year before) was part of the Glee club, and (though he'd never admit to anyone who asked), Sam might or might not have joined because of that reason. There was something, just something about the girl that he couldn't get out of his mind.
They had talked the first time after he got his honors of acceptance, to say the least, for joining the "loser town", like the choir group was called. The school's big bullies, Azimio and Karofsky, had made sure to slushy him after Math class that day, even calling him something like "big lips" or "lady lips"; Sam wasn't sure, one couldn't think straight when there is iced beverage poured on top of your head.
Somehow, out of nowhere, she had appeared and taken his hand, leading him to the nearest ladies' bathroom without any words. When he finally managed to get a word out of her, she'd be nicely polite, sure, but it wasn't until his first Avatar dumb joke that he got a smile. Unlike the ones he'd seen at church, even though those are beautiful, this one was real. She had snorted, shook her head and her eyes… Those eyes…
"Lor Menari," he had said, expecting her to get the reference. Noticing that his crowd, so to speak, was out of it, Sam was quick to add an explanation. It mean "pretty eyes," and boy, did she have them!
They hadn't talked much more that day, but just the next one, after being "dumped" by one of the kids of Glee, his partner in a duets assignment, Sam knew just what to do. He knew an opportunity when he saw one.
They had sung a duet together, won the competition, went on a Breadstix dinner (after she made sure he knew that it was so not a date), they talked and talked and talked, and by the end of the night, they both knew it had been a date. He took her home, thanked her for the good night, asked if they could ever repeat the scene… and just before she was about to leave, when he knew that he'd blown his one chance with the school's (world's) hottest girl, Quinn Fabray leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. It wasn't a kiss, per say, more like a brush of lips, a sweet peck or something you do when you're a child. To Sam, however, it meant the world. It had been his first kiss! Ever! He had been kissed by a girl! Quinn Fabray, no less!
Of course, as months went by, their dating had been more frequent, and so had their kisses. They went to sweet pecks to gentle kisses, then to open mouthed ones, and next thing he knew, he was having the time of his life as she laid on top of him, hands everywhere around his torso, a mess of tongues and lips and tiny moans in between them. Needless to say, Sam had spent a lot more time in his bathroom during those months.
They became official one week before Sam's first show choir competition. He had asked his father for advice about a girl, a girl that he thought he loved, and his father had talked about "commitment". Sam, while very smart and bright, was a bit low on subject when not straight to the point. Surely his father didn't mean for him to propose to Quinn, had he? No, he doubted. So what came before that?
Days later, he had a tiny golden ring with a beautiful small diamond on it in his pocket, and was bringing Quinn to the Astronomy room. Long story short, she had been scared as hell, said "maybe" to his request to be his girlfriend… but after the big Hummel-Hudson wedding, maybe during their Just The Way You Are dance, maybe after he dropped her home and kissed her nose sweetly earning a giggle or two, or maybe how he had held her close before letting go… Quinn knew what she wanted. She had said yes.
Sam just liked to tell people that she couldn't resist the Na'Vi.
Quinn Fabray, who had a no touching, no funny business policy because of last year, had caught herself wondering when would be the next time her mother would be away, setting scenarios in her head, planning heated nights of pleasure and happiness together more and more often.
It happened during Christmas break. They had gone to Mister Schuester's house to get his decoration ready, had an amazing dinner with their friends, sang to silly Christmas songs and watched movies until it was late at night. Sam knew that her curfew was midnight, so he asked if she was ready to go home. The answer, much to his surprise, had been that no, she wanted him to take her somewhere else. Her mother wasn't home, she had said, and wouldn't be until the next evening. She didn't want to be alone that night. Sam called his parents and told he would be crashing at Finn's that night; he didn't know what to expect, but he was more than looking forward to see where the night would lead them.
They drove to Lima's park, a beautiful place at night, and talked, snuggled to one another, sang along to the radio until Quinn's lips found his own. It wasn't long until they were sweating, trembling and moaning curse words in the backseat of his Jeep.
They did it two other times before the Finn incident happened. Quinn said he wanted to be with him, not the tall quarterback, but one of Samuel's biggest flaws was his pride. And she had stomped on it.
For the following months, they didn't talk much. Just one or two words during Glee club, sometimes an awkward glance at church. Her mother asked, especially when she brought Finn home (the boy who let out through song that her daughter was pregnant), what had happened but Quinn brushed it off. She was putting the strong façade, she had to keep up with the Prom Queen act. She couldn't hurt over a boy; over a silly, obnoxious, funny, sweet, perfect boy.
His parents knew about what had happened, after finding Sam crying one or two times, his father was worried about his son's "sexuality" or so he joked. Sam had explained the situation, and for many months after that, Quinn Fabray was a bad figure in the Evans household.
That all changed when a change came around, Mrs. Evans lost his job and they were kicked out of their home. Quinn had been the light of his life, then; she would babysit their siblings, bring food, let him borrow her car many times…
She had found out by accident, of course. Sam was too proud to ask for help. But still, to have her there, to know that her support was that big… He couldn't admit, he never would (especially not after the word was out and Finn helped him), he had wondered if things would be back in place. Quinn and Sam, they were a thing. They would always be.
The end of school year came and there was another surprise in Sam's life. After prom, that year, somehow he had gotten into a thing with Mercedes Jones and, while she was beautiful and a very nice girl, it wasn't what he wanted. He couldn't even afford a girlfriend right now. He moved away with his parents, worked as a stripper to get money, was brought back by his friends, blah blah blah… And heard all of the stories about Quinn's meltdown. He couldn't admit that he thought so, but Sam always wondered if he leaving had anything to do with that. He found out later, when she approached him asking for another chance, that yes it had.
He couldn't let Quinn in again, couldn't get hurt again. The answer had been no, but they remained good friends. Mercedes was dating another guy, but well, Sam needed to get something out of his system.
As the weeks, months even, went by he found himself more and more fond of the girl. She wasn't exactly a big fan of romance, he could never know what mood she would be in, but still, it was something. He really liked her, he did; not like he had loved her (how he called Quinn in his mind, not allowing himself to name the person he dreamed of), but he would get over it.
They became good friends. Quinn would always ask about his family, who now loved her dearly, he would ride her back to the Hudson-Hummel's sometimes, they sang together in Glee club, danced together often, joked back and forth… but that was it.
He thought so. This is the story of what happened when Quinn Fabray decided to get her man back.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: We are back! We were taking a break, but now we decided to post this one, and we're way ahead in chapters, so let me tell you... Sexy times in the future; many, many of them! This is will stay half canon, but how it ends is still a mystery. We will see. Please, review and let us know what you think.