Hey guys. So my first fanfic was "And Babies Makes Four", which is still a work in progress. But I wanted to do a new story, basically with the same plot line but goes in different directions. After finding some good stories with similar plot lines, I got inspired. So here goes chapter 1, and I hope you guys enjoy!
Quinn was bustling around in her office, trying to get sketches together from fellow designers she had hired to help with her clothing company. She had named it Q Unlimited, because before anything had truly begun she planned on designing clothes for pretty much all ages. So far she had stuck to that, she just needed more help. She heard the door to her home open, and knew that Sam must have come home from football practice. He was one of three coaches for a traveling football team; the other two coaches were Finn and Puck.
"Quinny?" she heard him call. "Up in the office, love!" Quinn called back. She heard him bound up the steps and within ten seconds he was in the doorway. Quinn looked up and smiled instantly. Sam had on black basketball shorts and a white undershirt, which was covered in grass stains. His hair was messed up, and his football cleats were untied. Sam smiled, as Quinn looked him up and down, removing his aviators from his head and folding them over his shirt. He walked over, pulling Quinn into a hug. He could smell her strawberry scented shampoo as he kissed the side of her head, petting the back of her neck. Quinn exhaled deeply, taking in the smell of grass and Sam's aftershave. He pulled back and cupped Quinn's face in his hands, going in for a kiss. Quinn deepened the kiss, running her fingers through his thick blonde hair and gripping his bicep with her free hand. Sam's right hand stayed behind Quinn's neck to keep her steady, while the other found its way creeping up under her blouse. He felt Quinn smile against his lips, as she giggled and gently pushed him away. "Not now silly." She looked up at him, gently kissing his nose and walking back over to her desk.
"How was practice today?" She said, beginning to shuffle sketches on her large desk. Sam sat down on one of the stools in front of the desk, looking around the room as he spoke. "It was alright. Some of the guys were really getting under our skin though, not paying attention and calling the wrong plays after the huddle." Quinn looked up, and noticed Sam looked uneasy. "The same guys that always make trouble?" She said, fixing her eyes on his. Sam nodded, turning to face her. He smiled back at her, getting lost in her beautiful green eyes. "They'll learn. How is Finn holding up with having a toddler in the house?" Quinn said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. Sam knew this was a touchy subject for Quinn, so he was confused as to why she brought it up. But he continued in conversation. "Good, I suppose. He was a little behind when we were going over plays before and after practice, but I'm sure he'll be good as new in a few days." Sam stopped, as he saw Quinn's face scrunch up. He got up and walked over to his wife, pulling her face into his chest and hugging her, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "Everything will work out, just you wait and see." Sam said, pulling her chin upward towards him. They smiled at each other, Sam rubbing Quinn's cheek with his thumb.
"I love you Quinn." He said.
"I love you t-too." Quinn stuttered.
Quinn turned away quickly, going back to shuffling through sketches and keeping quiet. Sam didn't know what else to say, so he leaned over to kiss the top of Quinn's head, and then decided to go take a shower. Quinn looked up slowly, watching her husband leave the room. She wanted nothing more than to have a family with Sam.
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That night at dinner had been quiet, though most nights usually were. Sam couldn't understand what was bothering Quinn, other than the fact that she desperately wanted a baby. Sam wanted a baby too, but he didn't understand what the hurry was. We have the rest of our lives, there's no rush. He thought. As if Sam had spoken out loud, Quinn suddenly looked up at him. She had that look that she gets when ever an idea sparks, which was quite often considering she designed clothes. Sam slowly smiled, wondering what Quinn was going to do. She shot up from her chair and hurried up the steps, disappearing into their bedroom. Sam chuckled, getting up from the table to clear it from dinner.
He managed to get all of the dishes into the sink, when he heard the shower go on upstairs. He loved the steam shower as much as Quinn did, but wasn't sure if that was a sign that he needed to go upstairs or not. To be sure, he slowly crept up the steps. When he reached the bedroom, he liked what he saw, but wasn't sure why he saw it. He knew both he and Quinn had had several glasses of wine at dinner, which was normal consider both their moods in recent months, but Quinn had never turned to this kind of behavior. She was standing in their bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but a button down shirt of Sam's. It wasn't even buttoned, but her chest wasn't exposed. She smiled, quickly walking over and jerking Sam into the room, slamming him into the door and crashing her lips into his. Sam immediately deepened the kiss, burying one hand in Quinn's messy blonde hair and the other pulling her body into him. Quinn worked quickly to unbutton Sam's shirt, tearing it off his body, all the while still kissing him. "Quinn, I love you so much." Sam breathed, ripping his shirt from Quinn's petite figure. Quinn gasped for air, as Sam began to kiss her neck and her collarbone. She bent down and undid his belt buckle, tearing his pants off of him. Both Sam and Quinn knew unprotected sex came with risks, but they needed to try. Sam picked Quinn up and wrapped her bare legs around his waist, turning around and slamming her back into the bedroom door. Quinn moaned, digging her fingertips into Sam's bare skin. She loved having his chiseled naked body up against hers. Something about it just felt so right. The air between them was hot and heavy now. Sam pulled back slightly, his face inches away from his wife's. He tightened his grip on her body, carrying her into their bathroom, where the shower was still running. He looked her in the eye; glanced downward, then back up at Quinn. Quinn smiled, pulling his face back towards her. She loved that Sam was all hers, and loved this time they shared together. The hot water immediately ran between them, making things even more intense. Sam put Quinn up against the wall of the shower, and slowly entered her. It was a constant motion, back and forth, that lasted for about an hour. Quinn didn't care that her legs had gone numb at this point, because she knew Sam wouldn't let her slip. Sam watched as Quinn winced with every movement, but he could tell it was out of pleasure. He slowly stopped, pulling away and looking back at Quinn. She smiled, running a hand down the side of Sam's face. "Id be surprised if we didn't make a baby after all that fun." She said, giggling.
I apologize for the major mature theme, but that's just how I write. Please review, and if you ever have any ideas, don't hesitate to let me know :) I can always use them! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!