A/N: Gah, I'm terrible. I put this off for so long because I didn't like it – I still don't – but I'll try to keep writing, sorry guys! Also WARNING prostitution so if you don't like don't read!

Chapter 2

"Fire and Rain"

Sam thought that this would be easy. Come in, help and then get out of there, but he was just denying the fact that he was too in love with her to leave her again. Especially like this. Sam put her to bed after she was exhausted from crying in the choir room and in the car. She was lying there and Sam couldn't help but feel he had some play in her downfall. He had noticed how lifeless she had become, how she walked from class to class with not a lot of effort. He had watched how her eyes glazed over things and barely even took interest in anything. It scared him to death how lifeless she had become.

But now as she slept, he wondered how it all went wrong. She looked so beautiful, so at peace as she slept. What had happened to this girl after he left? Was it him? Was it all his fault? She wouldn't break down just because of a boy, right? Plus to him she didn't exactly treat him like the only guy she wanted so it Sam came to the conclusion that it wasn't him. It couldn't.

He felt his phone in pocket vibrate and he groaned, it was probably his boss. He got up and left the room, moving to the far end of the hallway. He looked at the time, it was just after midnight and answered.

"Chocolate, where are you?" Oh thank god it was the Erika, the boss's wife. She wouldn't castrate him.

"I've got some business to take care of." He murmured quietly into the phone.

"Business?"

"Girl in trouble, white knight situation." Sam said into the phone, looking down at Quinn's door to make sure she wasn't peeking out.

"Oh really? Well, I'll just tell Bruce you're sick shall I? You sure you're not bailing on us? You still owe a lot." Erika said and Sam could picture her sitting on the counter and twirling her very peroxide dyed blonde hair.

"Yeah, course. I've gotta go." Sam murmured and hung up. He let out a breath and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't even close to tired.

It was true though, he couldn't leave them. He owed way too much. His parents were struggling earlier back and he asked for a loan, which he is still paying off to this day. He was pretty sure he would be fifty when he managed to pull off the loan. When Sam came back Quinn was sitting up, now dressed in her pajamas with her hands her lap.

"I thought you left." Quinn whispered, her eyes filled with fear. Sam shook his head, shrugging off his jacket as he moved to sit down beside her.

"I'm right here." Sam murmured as he settled down beside her, moving to wrap his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled up against him. Then he felt her lips at his neck, kissing down and along it. Sam had to stifle a moan, no one has ever made him feel like this in a long time. He watched as she slid onto his lap, straddling him as she ran her hand through his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

He shouldn't be doing this; he shouldn't allow this to happen. He wasn't staying, he had enrolled only for the term and he wasn't even sure if he was actually staying that long. He felt her hands at his jeans, starting to unbuckle it as she kissed him. He pulled back, breathing heavily.

"Quinn we can't." He murmured, staring at her as she looked at him. She was biting her lip, her eyes filled with desire and something else that Sam couldn't pin. She leant in, kissing along his neck. The thing was, Sam didn't even own a condom. He hadn't thought this would happen, let alone on the night he arrived.

"Quinn no… I don't have a condom." Sam said with his eyes closed tight because she was now stroking him. Fuck it felt so good, no one has touched him in forever. Her soft delicate hand felt so much better than his rough calloused hand.

"Don't need one…" He felt her mumble against her neck and he frowned, his eyes opening. After what happened with Puck you would think she would be a bit anal on protection.

"What?"

"I need a baby Sam." She whispered, one of her hands going through his hair. Sam froze then. A baby? He gripped her shoulders and pulled back so he could look at her. She looked so fucking hot but… a baby?

"What?" Sam repeated again, his eyes wide. Quinn just shrugged, running her hands up and down Sam's thighs. He was slowly starting to soften at the idea of being a father. Not that he didn't want to be. He felt like he wasn't even Dad material.

"The only time I've ever felt needed is when I had Beth, and Puck already said no, but we could have one, couldn't we? We'd be perfect." She murmured, her hands running down his chest as she started to unbutton his top. Sam swallowed.

"Quinn, no." Sam sternly and she looked up at him and for a split second he saw the HBIC look cross her face.

"What? Aren't I good enough?" She said, trying to bring out the voice but it came out shaky and scared to him.

"Quinn, you don't need a baby. You need help." She groaned and pushed off him, moving to stand by her door as Sam zipped up his jeans.

"You don't get to come here and do that. I'm fine." She said and it definitely didn't sound convincing.

"Says the girl that's trying to ruin her life." Sam muttered and he heard Quinn scoff. It was so loud he was scared her mother would wake up.

"What are you even doing here?"

"I told you. I'm here to help."

"I don't need your help." She muttered and it was a complete lie. She needed someone to look after her. To care for her and for some reason she was pushing it away. Sam shook his head and stood, grabbing his jacket from off the floor.

"I'll be downstairs. Get some sleep, Q." Christ she loved it when he called her Q, but as she stared at his broken and tired face all she could do was pout. He was right, of course, but she didn't want him to know that. She had spent the past however months forgetting what she had done to him with Finn and moved on to something better. Better? How were the skanks better? How was trying to get herself pregnant, right now, better? She watched as he sighed and left the room, his hand brushing hers before heading out.

She missed Sam, she truly did and as she thought about it she was just being desperate and needy, so he was completely right about the no baby thing. How could she even look after a baby if she couldn't even look after herself? God how stupid she was. She decided to take his advice and get into bed, falling asleep soon afterwards.

When she woke up she could smell food, which was something strange in the Fabray household. Usually you could either smell liquor or a new trashy cologne from a guy that her mother brought home on odd days of the week. Quinn slipped on her robe and headed downstairs. She was confused when she saw a duffel bag by the door and immediately froze. Was it Sam's? She walked through into the kitchen to find Sam wearing his shirt from last night and his jeans while cooking what looked and smelt to be bacon.

"You cook?" Quinn blurted out and she watched as Sam smiled, dishing a plate up for her.

"And good morning to you too. Toast will be ready in a sec, take a seat." Quinn frowned and followed his gaze to the small table. Her dish was laid out, egg, sausage, tomato and the new addition of bacon. She can't remember the last time someone cooked for her. She sat down and carefully eyed the newspaper that was on the other side of the table. She could only read the title. Job listings.

"Sam, what is this?" Quinn murmured as she watched him move around the kitchen. She could see him better now in the morning light than last night. His shoulders looked broader as they stretched the t-shirt he was wearing.

"It's breakfast, eat." He murmured before sitting down beside her, placing toast onto a small plate for her. She watched as his gaze fell over the newspaper, his eyebrows knitting together as he started to read. Quinn knew how hard he worked to be able to read, but still, he seemed to be having difficulties.

"Do you want help?" She asked and he shook his head, nodding to her plate.

"Q, eat." Sam repeated and she sighed, picking up her fork as she chewed off a bite of bacon. Dear god did it taste like heaven.

"Since when did you learn to cook?" Quinn asked him and Sam shrugged, just sipping the orange juice he had.

"I dunno. Mum and Dad never got home in time so I had to learn." Quinn's face fell at that. He had grown up so quickly that it troubled her. Even now as he sat in front of her he was… focused and serious rather than the carefree and fun Sam she had known before his homelessness. Quinn just chewed her food, not really sure what to say. Should she ask about them? Did she have that privilege anymore? She did help him… they did leave on good terms but it wasn't the terms that both of them wanted.

"You should get changed, you're gonna be late." Sam murmured quietly, interrupting her thoughts. She frowned, what was this? Some type of camp and he was like the camp counselor that followed her every move?

"Sam, what's with you?" Quinn muttered, ignoring what he just said to her.

"Quinn, do you even remember what happened last night?" He murmured before looking up at her, meeting her eye line. Then she saw it. The hurt.

"Sam." Quinn whispered and he stood, leaning on the back of the chair.

"Quinn, I really want to help, but you if don't want to help yourself how can I even begin to try? Just go to school, think about it and when you're ready, come to me." He murmured, leaning forward before walking off to the where she presumed was the living room. She sighed and made her way upstairs, thinking about what he had said.

The drive to school was quiet. Quinn not really sure what to say and Sam was just trying to stay focused on the idea of helping her, not staying. When they arrived he didn't turn off the engine and she turned to look over at him in confusion.

"Sam?" She asked and he looked out the window before looking at her.

"I have to take care of some things. I'll be back in time to pick you up."

"You're not coming?" He shook his head and she watched as he sort of gave her this small smile.

"I was never going to get to school, we both know that. I'll be back, okay?" He murmured and that made Quinn sad. He deserved so much more than what he had. He had to fight, but he had too many fights. She didn't fight him though and slid out of the car, watching as he pulled away with a sad look on her face. Maybe she had to help him too.

Sam was racing along the highway, ignoring the speed limit as he tried to get back to the club as quickly as he could. He had some extra money in his truck that he kept stashed away for emergencies and this was an emergency. He couldn't have anyone looking for him, not at a time like this. When he finally made it back to the joint that wasn't too far out of Kentucky he walked through the joint, trying to find the owner.

"Look who it is." He turned and it was Ricky. The guy who was second in charge and basically did all of his boss's work for him. Mullet. Greasy black hair. He did the dirty work. You could tell just by looking at him. For Sam to see Ricky was basically a recipe for disaster.

"I've got money. I just need time off." Sam said, pulling out the twenty-dollar bills he had been saving to buy something for Christmas for his family, not like they were expecting anything. He handed it over and watched as Ricky shook his head.

"This buys you nothing." Ricky said and Sam's face fell.

"What can I do?" He asked and Sam already knew the answer to the question before he even said it. He watched as Ricky started to smile and Sam felt his stomach clench as he felt bile rise. He was going to do what he swore he never would do again, but he promised Quinn. He didn't break his promises.

Quinn was thinking about their kiss on the piano. The way how she melted away. How she forgot everything. Forgot how sad she was and just felt something. Something good. Then she thought about last night. How she tried… she couldn't even think it. She felt so stupid. So embarrassed about it. She didn't need a baby to fix her problems. She needed to realize what was wrong with her.

She had been staring at the clock, hoping for the hours to go faster but it really didn't do anything. French had been a bore. Math was the same and Glee just didn't feel the same without Sam. It was like he was there for a second and he was gone in the next. He was a ghost. He was lost too, it was as clear as day to her but to everyone else they had forgotten what had happened to him. They didn't see the sleepless nights. The fights. The crying. He had been through everything and was still going through it. He was just as a mess as she was.

The first time Sam had ever sold himself for money was when his mother locked herself in her room and was so depressed she couldn't move to unlock the door. They had to unbolt the door and get her out of there. It cost a lot of money to send her to therapy, but they said it was worth it. It was just one night they ran out of money. The insurance could only cover a few sessions and they already spent their weekly amount on clothes for the twins so they were short when his Dad's car (and their only source of transportation) was impounded. It was the first night Sam found himself in a dingy motel letting a guy do shit he didn't think possible and woke up in a world of pain, but, he was willing to do it if it meant his family could survive.

Now, as he drove he felt disgusting. He wanted to vomit. To pour bleach into his brain to forget the things he just did and he the thing was, he couldn't face Quinn. He couldn't let her see him like this, but he made a promise. A promise that he is finding extremely difficult to keep. He fixed up his hair and tried to sit as comfortably as he could, but soreness was creeping through him. Ricky slapped him around a little and he could feel a bruise starting to form on his cheek. Shit, he hate feeling like this.

When he arrived at the school he kept low, trying not to attract any attention as students walked past. He had spent so many years in high school being the guy that everyone loved, no hint of a new guy in sight and yet as he sat he thought how stupid he was. He had no idea why he tried to spend so much time building that image when it came crumbling down in a couple of months. He lost his girlfriend. He lost his family. He lost himself.

"Hey!" Sam jumped at her voice, completely wrapped in his own world. Quinn was standing at the passenger door, her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she took in Sam's reaction. He was sort of slumped down, his knees resting against the steering wheel as he gazed at the ceiling.

"Sorry, woke me." He murmured, leaning across to unlock the door before settling back. Sam rubbed his eye on his hand before pulling out of the parking lot, running his fingers over the beginnings of stubble.

"How was school?" He murmured, not glancing at her and just hoping Quinn hadn't noticed his roughed up form.

"Fine. Boring. Missed you." She murmured and moments of before flashed into his mind. What would she think of him if he told her the truth? "Look Sam, about last night." She started and he shook his head, his eyes on the road.
"Don't even worry about it, Q." Sam said, not really paying attention as he pulled into the driveway. His head was throbbing.

"Sam… what I did to do…" Quinn said, her voice slightly breaking. Sam sighed and looked over at her, taking her hand.

"People need you Quinn, people love you. Don't forget that." Sam whispered and she just smiled sadly as her eyes started to water. He almost said, I love you, but he was pretty sure she already knew that.

"I think I'm starting to believe it."

I really didn't read over this after I finished it. It's rubbish, I know. I just wanted it out because I felt terrible about not updating it. Anyway, reviews are always welcome!