Hello everyone. here is chapter 2. i hope you all like it. it's when the plot is a little more obvious. for some reason i seem to get more insperation for this. if you have any ideas for my other stories just pm me. please review!

"Aw fuck," Sam mumbled. He saw Quinn's eyebrow rise, thankfully his father had not heard him.

"What was that Samuel?" Steve asked. He was already getting out of his chair to introduce the couple. Steve seemed to forget about Sam's comment as soon as Quinn appeared at his side. "Oh Samuel, this is Quinn Fabray, she is the young lady I was telling you about last night.

"Nice to meet you Samuel," she shook his hand, her hands delicate and soft against his large, rough ones. "I believe fiancé is the right term Mr. Evans." She turned towards his father and gave him a small grin. When she looked back towards him he could feel his heart begin to race. Why hadn't she said anything yet?

"Sam actually, and likewise." They let go of each other's hands and sat down at the table. Steven had decided to make Sam switch seats with him, this way he and Quinn were seated next to each other.

"Didn't I tell you she was a beauty son?" Steve asked beaming almost like Quinn was his daughter instead of a girl he was forcing his son to marry.

"Fucking delicious is more like it…" Sam mumbled under his breath, licking his lips in the process, it seemed neither Quinn nor his father had heard him.

Sam could not keep his eye off of the beauty in front of him. To be honest he didn't know what to expect with Quinn Fabray. Would she be some fat, ugly chick? Or a butter face? Sam was not expecting to actually be attracted to her. While scanning her body he kept making his way back to her eyes, that liquid gold color. Sam looked away when she caught him staring. "Samuel?" Steve asked, trying to get his sons attention. Sam's head snapped up in his father's direction. "It seems work is calling me. Please, you two stay and get to know each other. No need to let your lunch go to waste."

Steve, Sam, and Quinn all stood up to say goodbye, Sam giving his father and firm handshake and Quinn receiving a light kiss on the cheek. "It was lovely meeting you Sir," she said lightly.

"Likewise, see you tonight Quinn." Steve turned to Sam, his smile faltering, and gave him a curt nod. "Samuel." With that he left the restaurant. Sam and Quinn sat back down, but Sam now sat in the seat previously occupied by this father. Quinn seemed quite nervous, so Sam asked her a question.

"So Quinny, why did you agree to this whole deal?" He saw her flinch at the nickname he used. She composed herself and answered.

"I did this because my family asked me to." She said it with poise, but the answer almost seemed rehearsed.

"Do you do everything your family asks you to?" It was a simple question, but the answer seemed to take ages to come.

Finally Quinn answered. "I am a good daughter," she said simply, but it sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than Sam.

"So to be a good daughter you can't have control of your life?" he retorted. She seemed to be at a loss for words. She didn't answer, instead just looked at the food that was being placed in front of her by the waiter. When the waiter left Sam noticed her expression. "Sorry that was out of line."

"No,its fine," she said. "And yes, being a good daughter means putting your family in front of your own wants and needs." Sam could not believe what he was hearing; how much had this family brainwashed their daughter? "So, what about you Sam? Why are you agreeing to marry me?" Sam could sense this conversation getting a little too serious.

"My father threatened to take away my inheritance. So don't worry, I'm not backing out of this deal." They started to eat their meal, mindless chatter going back and forth between them.

"Quinn?" Quinn looked towards the sound of her name and quickly regretted it. She grabbed Sam's hand and tried to look as happy as possible. He gave her a confused look but she silently told him to go along with it. "Quinn?" He was now standing next to her; she looked up, pretending to be surprised.

"Oh… Hello Noah. I didn't see you there." Sam sat back and watched the exchange between his fiancé and some guy with a Mohawk.

"You just looked at me." He knew she saw him, and he was going to call her out.

"Did I? I guess I just skipped over you. What are you doing here in New York, Noah?" She was trying really hard to get him away. Suddenly a tan, bitchy, brunette walked up to them.

"Puck, I want a cheeseburger." She hadn't even noticed the two blonds sitting at the table in front of her. She was just tailing her hands over Pucks chest. When Sam grunted she turned her head and noticed her former captain. "Oh, hello Quinn," she said eyeing Quinn up and down. "Have you put on some weight? You look a bit pudgy. Anyone tell ya that lately?" Her eyebrow shot up as a smirk appeared on her face. Quinn quickly looked down.

"Hey," Sam said, just because he does not want to marry this little Christian girl doesn't mean he won't stand up for her. Santana and Puck turned their attention towards the blonde. Puck eyed their hands.

"And who are you lemonhead?" The brunette asked, hand going to her hip.

"I'm Quinn's boyfriend."

"Fiancé," Quinn corrected.

"Fiancé; I'm Quinn's fiancé." A look of surprised spread across both of their faces.

"Wow Quinny. Who knew any guy would want to be with you after high school." Quinn shot Santana daggers. Sam looked at her with disgust. "Whatever. Come on Puck, I need to get my lunch on." Santana dragged Puck away, his eyes not leaving their hands. Once they were out of sight Quinn let go of Sam's hand.

"Bitch," Sam muttered, starring at the brunette in disgust.

"Always has been," Quinn said quietly. She shook her head and stood up, Sam joined her. "Well Sam, it was nice meeting you, but I really should go and look for a dress for tonight." She gave him a small hug. Sam placed a tip on the table and walked her towards the entrance.

"Okay. Well Quinn, I'll be at your apartment at 8." She nodded and gave him a timid smile. "And Quinn, don't listen to her. You look great."

Sam pulled at his collar while waiting for Quinn to answer her apartment door. God where was she? His tie was choking him, his pants were too tight, and he smelled like an Abercrombie and Fitch store. Suddenly the door opened, revealing Quinn standing in front of him looking stunning. Sam literally almost lost control, he was ready to just back her up into the wall and just have his way with her. Her hair was pulled into a low bun, a few curls framing her face delicately. She was wearing a strapless silver gown that made her skin glow. And her eyes were shining. Sam let out a slight groan as he held his arm out to her. "Is this okay, Sam?" she asked as she took his arm. She was nervous it was too much for his father's business party.

Sam's eyes scanned her body again, she asked so it was an excuse to stare at her longer. "Yeah, fine." He tried not to show any interest in her, but it was hard to be convincing with the growing hard on in his pants. They made their way to the limo and she slid inside, Sam following her, sitting side by side. Sam's hand automatically found its way to her thigh, it was just a habit for him by now, but Quinn moved her leg and somehow ended up holding his hand instead.

"I hope everyone likes me," she muttered. Even if their whole future together was a sham, she wanted to make a good impression, and make her family proud. Sam noticed the desperation in her voice and tried to comfort her by squeezing her hand. He noticed the smirk on the limo driver's face and pressed the button to put up the divider, while removing his hand from hers. Quinn looked at Sam out of the corner of her eye and noticed the grimace on his face. "Sam," he turned to look at her. "I know you don't want to get married to me, probably just as much as I don't want to marry you, but I need to do this for my family, so please just play along." Sam nodded along.

The limo stopped and the driver came around and let the faux couple out of the limo. Sam held his arm out to Quinn, and she took it. They made their way into the ballroom. Plenty of family friends, co-workers, and business partners were coming up to say hello to Sam. Quinn politely stood by his side, smiling when Sam introduced her as his girlfriend. "Hello, Mr. Keller."

"Hello Samuel, nice to see you again. Who is this gorgeous young woman standing next to you?" the graying older man asked. Sam slipped his arm around Quinn's waist; he had to play the part.

"This is my girlfriend, Quinn. She just moved up here a few weeks ago from Lima, Ohio." Sam answered simply. He'd given the same story to 3 other groups of nosey couples.

"Oh, Quinn do you like it here?" Mrs. Keller asked.

Quinn nodded before answering. "New York is stunning. I can't wait to see it during winter." She smiled at the older woman.

"So, where are you staying Quinn?" they asked.

"Well, I am staying in an apartment right now, but I'm moving in with Sam tomorrow." Her hands slipped onto his shoulder as she moved her body into his.

"Oh and how did you two meet?" Mrs. Keller asked. Sam was getting annoyed with the amount of questions she was asking.

"We met through a mutual friend a year ago. Quinn just caught my eye and we've been dating ever since." They smiled at each other lovingly; Quinn was trying not to roll her eyes at how ridiculous this whole thing was.

Sam started to get bored of everything, and as his eyes began to wander he noticed a redhead smirking at him across the room. He winked at her and announced that he would be back soon. Quinn nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he left to follow the redhead into an abandoned room.

Sam hadn't come back for a while, so Quinn left the group of Sam's father's co-workers to look for him. She couldn't see him so she made her way towards Mrs. Evans. On her way there she noticed a group of older woman gossiping, one being Mrs. Keller, only catching a bit of their conversation. It's such a pity; she's a gorgeous girl… And she doesn't seem to know… They seem so happy… cheater… liar… Quinn finally made her way to Mrs. Evans and gave her a hug. "Quinn, darling, you look stunning. Where is my son?" The two women began to search for the blonde boy. Mrs. Evans then noticed him walk out of a room with a cheap redhead in tow. She introduced Quinn to a few more of their business partners before she left to confront Sam.

The redhead, named Kristi, slipped Sam her number as she walked past him to go back to the party. He winked at her again and looked for his fiancé. Instead he found his very pissed off mother. Michelle Evans was a very pretty woman, with short fair blonde hair to match her porcelain skin, shinning blue eyes now glaring at Sam with disgust. "Samuel Evans, what in God's name do you think you are doing?" Sam mumbled an incoherent response, but Michelle wasn't accepting it. "What if someone here saw you? Do you know the rumors that would start? And what about Quinn? She is here, trying to impress our friends and co-workers, and you're off having sex with some skank you just met? Really Samuel, I thought I taught you better. Now go find Quinn and act like the respectful, young man I raised you to be."

After his encounter with his mother, Sam didn'tleave Quinn's side the rest of the night. Currently the faux couple was sitting at their dinner table in the ballroom listening to Steve Evans give a speech about the company. Quinn was leaning against Sam, and his arm was draped around her shoulder, their hands connected. Steve was starting to close up his speech, and Sam knew he would be summoned onto the stage soon.

"..And after those changes you can bet Evans Inc. will be a better company all around. Now before you leave my son, Sam Evans, has some news to share with you all." The room began to applaud as Sam made his way to the podium. The father and son shared a handshake before Sam grabbed the microphone.

"Hello everyone, as you know I am Sam Evans, and it has been a pleasure to see everyone again." Sam flew into a story about always dreaming of running his father's company, a totally lie. Sam never wanted to be a business man. "Luckily, I found out my father is going to step down within the next year, and I will take over the business I always dreamed of running. I know some of you are skeptical about this, seeing my behavior the past year, but I've matured. And to prove that I have matured, I would like my lovely girlfriend Quinn Fabray to join me up here." Quinn faked surprise, smiled and made her way up to the podium to stand next to Sam. When Sam fished a tiny box out of his pant pocket and got down on one knee the entire room gasped. Quinn's hands made their way to cover her mouth. "Quinn Fabray, ever since meeting you I have seen myself become a better person, and it's all thanks to you. I cannot explain how being with you makes me feel, all I can say is that I love you and I want to be with you forever. Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?" Sam said the rehearsed speech perfectly. He opened the box to reveal the canary diamond engagement ring inside. A small tear slipped down Quinn's cheek as she nodded her head in response. Sam slipped the ring onto her finger and Quinn threw her arms around his next.

"Kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The crowd urged them on. Sam looked into Quinn's eyes and silently asked if it was okay. She nodded and he swept down and captured his lips with hers. The kiss was sweet, but Sam seemed to almost hunger for her. He pulled Quinn in closer to him and deepened the kiss. When they finally broke apart Sam's eyes were a cloudier blue than normal. Quinn gave a tiny smile before turning towards the group of friends, co-workers, and business partners and smiling. Sam then remembered the act and played along.

After the announcement the couple got congratulated by everyone, even the gossiping old ladies, and after every congratulations Sam finished off another flute of Champaign. It wasn't nearly as strong as he hoped, but enough of it would hopefully help him forget that he just signed his life away, and maybe the lustful feeling he felt when he kissed Quinn.

By the end of the night Sam was slurring his words and his cheeks were a bright pink. Quinn even had to help support him as they made their way towards the limo. She practically threw him inside. "Oh yeah babe y-you know I like it rough," he slurred. Quinn rolled her eyes in disgust.

"You're drunk," she stated. Sam nodded along and slowly sat up straight. Quinn told the driver the address to her apartment. He nodded and the limo started to move.

"No wrong one. She's going home with me. Aren't you babe?" He questioned as he slid his hand up her thigh. Quinn removed his hand, but he placed it back in the same place.

"Sam, stop it," she mumbled. His head fell into the crook of her neck, Quinn thought he might have fallen asleep, but he soon started to place sloppy, wet kisses along her neck. "Sam stop!" she said as she forcefully pushed him away from her.

"Come on Quinny. If we're getting married we should have some fun." Sam reeked of alcohol and he started to get handsy. "Come on Quinny, let go." He started to pull up her dress, but she pushed him away again, slapping him as well. Sam was caught by surprise and seemed to sober up a bit when he noticed the few tears on Quinn's cheek. "Sorry," he mumbled as he moved over to the other side of the limo.

The rest of the ride was silent except for when Quinn muttered a quick thank you to the driver and left the limo. Sam watched her run to her door and when he saw the drivers face he knew he'd screwed up.