Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the characters or anything else except the plot. Rated M due to sexual content and very bad language.


Quinn watched Sam as he expertly worked with the lights. She was kind of amazed by him really. He knew how to do everything. He knew how to fix leaking pipes, he knew how to fix a broken light and he even knew how to sew. She watched him now as he stepped off the ladder, rubbing the place where just got stitches. She almost wanted to whack him over the head for touching them.

"Someone looks horny." Quinn choked and looked up to find the source of his voice.

"Ugh, Puck." She groaned, looking back down at her notepad.

"You need to get laid, you're all pent up and shit."

"You need to fuck off." She murmured, making him laugh. He sat down beside her.

"When was the last time you got laid?"

"That is none of your business." She murmured, sliding her glasses back on and flicking through the script, making notes.

"Please don't tell me it was with me, because hot dam Fabray you must be horny as fuck." She leant over and whacked him on the head. "Ow! Cool it Fabray."

"Shut up and I will." She groaned, looking back up at the set and watching Sam again.

"I think he's still in love with you." Puck murmured, his tone different.

"I know." She whispered. "I invited him in move in with me."

"Are you serious?"

"He's sending half of his pay to his family, which isn't much and he has to pay for food and rent, he's not going to make it."

"I've seen that kid work on nothing, he'll be okay Quinn."

"I don't think he will. I don't think he's been okay for a long time." She murmured, crossing her legs as Sam started to paint one of the backdrops. She watched as he pulled off his t-shirt, making her breath hitch a little. She had seen Sam naked before, but they were just teenagers, but now, his body was something to be seen. His abs were more defined and his arms were just well, toned and beautiful. She felt something twinge in her lower body.

"God you're basically drooling."

"Ugh, shut up and go hump a pole." She groaned, looking back down at the script in her lap. "Actually go get Rachel for me." He groaned, getting up and walked away. She watched him go. Puck has changed since high school. He wasn't much of a dickhead as he used to be, he's kind nice when he wants to be. He recently donated sperm so that Brittany and Santana can have a kid. Weird how that works out. Santana already settled down, her bitchy self still somewhat there but her softer side is better known. She's managed to snag a job as editor in one of the famous Magazines, after becoming a hit as a model and currently lives in Manhattan with Brit.

"Quinn!" Pete called, making her wake up from her daze.

"Yes Pete?" She asked, standing up and making her way down to the stage. She tried not to stare at Sam, his biceps working as he painted.

"Where would you like the boxes with the jackets?"

"The jets jackets?"

"Yep."

"Uh, take them to Audrey, she'll know what to do with them." He nodded, calling Sam over and she watched as he made his way over. There was something she noticed on his chest and stomach. Bruises. She frowned and watched as he walked away, picking up some boxes and walking backstage with them.

"Ooh you are horny." Rachel murmured, causing Quinn to jump.

"Ugh not you too." Rachel laughed and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"You needed me?" She asked.

"Yes, follow me!" She instructed and Rachel followed Quinn back to where she was originally sitting and started to speak with her on the script. Rachel read through her notes while Quinn kept her eye on Sam.

"Sam's got bruises on his chest." Quinn murmured, watching Sam as he started to climb up a ladder.

"What do you mean?' Rachel asked, putting the script down on her lap, looking over at Quinn.

"It looks like he's been punched, like repeatedly." Quinn murmured, crossing her legs once again and looking over at Rachel.

"I'll get Finn to take him out, actually lets all go out tonight."

"Yeah, sure." Quinn murmured, scratching her neck. "Rachel I think I did something really stupid."

"What?"

"I asked him to stay with me." Quinn turned to look at Rachel who had a worried look on her face.

"That is pretty stupid." Quinn groaned, putting her face in her hands.

"It's just he's working so hard and he needs to be in a real home life. He hasn't had that in a while."

"Well I'm not sure spending time with a girl he's not over with is going to help his situation." Quinn groaned, rubbing her temple. She heard Pete call Lunch.

"Lets go get something to eat." Rachel murmured, standing up. Quinn sighed, nodding and made their way out of the theater. Puck wanted to come with, but Rachel shooed him away, telling him it was girl business and he backed away immediately. They were bombarded by paparazzi and Rachel pushed her way into a cab, tugging Quinn. When they were finally in they headed to their favourite place to eat. Rachel had gone vegan and Quinn was somewhat vegetarian around Rachel, but she was willing to eat anything. They settled on vegan Pizza.

"Do you think Sam's different? He seems different." Quinn asked, taking a bite of her pizza. Rachel nodded quickly, waiting to swallow before she spoke.

"He's grown up. Like he was definitely grown up when he quit school, but now he's not as you know, as he was back then."

"What? Nerdy?" Quinn scoffed. Rachel rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"I don't know, I can't pin the word, but I don't know he just seems different."

"I think he's lonely." Quinn admitted quietly.
"I think you are too." Rachel murmured, watching Quinn's reaction. She bit her lip and took a sip of her coke.
"I don't want him living in his apartment all by himself. He's been doing it alone since he quit School, I can't let him do that." Quinn murmured, taking another bite of her pizza. They both fell silent, thinking about Quinn had just said.

"You really care about him, don't you?" Rachel whispered. Quinn let out a breath, smiling slightly.

"He really helped me and it's my turn to return the favour." Rachel nodded. The girls ate in silence, talking occasionally about the Musical and just looked outside at the big world they were in.

When they got back to the theatre Puck and Sam were sitting on the edge of the stage, talking as Sam ate his sandwich. They waved when they saw Quinn and Rachel walk in and they made their way towards the boys.

"We were thinking, tonight we go out, have a little fun. It is Friday night." Rachel murmured, shaking her shoulders. Quinn laughed.

"Sounds good, I'll ask San and Brit to come?" Puck murmured, running his hand over his head.

"They live here?" Sam asked, completely amazed.

"Yeah and maybe we can watch Finn tomorrow. He's playing the celtics."

"Wait what?" Sam asked.

"Finn plays for the Knicks."

"As in the New York Knicks Basketball NBA team?" Sam asked. Quinn couldn't help but smile as she watched him. His face was so lit up; it was like seeing a kid on Christmas morning. Puck shrugged.

"Yeah he's playing tomorrow, you guys wanna come?" He asked Quinn and Rachel and they both shrugged, nodding. Sam grinned and looked over at Quinn. She smiled back.

"Well drop Sam's stuff at Quinn's then we'll go, how's that sound?" Puck suggested and Sam nodded, scratching his arm.

"I better get back to work, I finish at six, so after that?"

"Sounds good." They all nod and walk away. Quinn watches Sam go, picking up a beam and carrying it to the other side of the stage. Puck walks up to Quinn.

'The bruises on his chest are from fighting. I've seen those types of bruises, rib jab, kidney jab, you name it." Quinn looks up at Puck, horrified.

"He fought?"

"My guess, for money." Puck walked away, looking at the floor as he did. Quinn's stomach dropped, she felt horrible still, but she knew that she was going to change that. She was going to help him as much as she could.

By the time it was six, Quinn had finished blocking with Rachel and the other actors and the next day they had scheduled rehearsals, meaning that the set had to be finished by today. Quinn groaned, regretting the decision as it meant Sam had to work overtime. He passed it off, shrugging and continued to work, telling them that he'd join them later. Puck offered to grab his stuff for him and take it to her place, so Quinn followed Puck up into Sam's apartment, grabbing his stuff. She wasn't surprised; she was a bit relieved when she saw the place. It was better than the motel. He had his own space, he had his own privacy, which he used to be frustrated with when it was a rare occasion when he talked about what his situation was doing to him.

"Sam?" Quinn whispered. She went inside the motel to find him, but his parents said he was out in the car. He was lying across the backseat, clearly uncomfortable due to his size. He shifted awake when he heard her, blinking rapidly.

"Hey." He groaned, his voice groggy. He sat up, letting her slide in beside him. He didn't say anything.

"Are you okay?"

"I just needed some space." He looked exhausted. He just finished his shift and his next one starts in an hour. "I can't keep listening to them crying." He sighed, rubbing his eye.

"Lie down, get some sleep." She murmured. He nodded, lying down and resting his head in her lap. She ran her hand over his hair and cheek. He started to cry and she rubbed his shoulder, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He soon fell asleep.

When she picked up his bag, a picture flew out and she bent down, picking it up. It was a picture of Sam, Stacy, Stevie and her at the park. It was the day when his parents had a fight and had to get the kids out of their space. She can't even remember who took the photo, but all she can notice is Sam's smile, which looked genuinely happy, but if you looked into his eyes you could see the sadness. She put the photo back in his bag and handed his bag to Puck. She found the natty lite in the fridge and rolled her eyes, knowing it was Puck's doing. There was no food in it yet and she frowned. They headed over to her place. She was a bit embarrassed by it. Penthouse, right in the middle of the city. When they reached the top she made the guest room up and headed back down to meet Puck.

They were in the bar for about an hour hour when Puck got the call that Sam was done. He left and everyone turned to Quinn.

"What?" She muttered and Rachel smirked at her.

"So… what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make him Pasta, then I'm going to bed." She murmured. They rolled their eyes at her and talked about the Musical until Sam came. He was exhausted and took a seat beside, Quinn and took the beer that was handed to him.

Quinn watched her friends, all smiling and laughing. Santana and Brittany had their heads in close, talking lightly to each other and she watched as Finn kissed Rachel's cheek, making her blush. She looked over at Sam and he was grinning from ear to ear. She was glad that she was able to give him one night, one night where he didn't have to worry about anything. Where he could drink and laugh with his friends.

"So Sam, dating anyone?" Rachel asked, licking her lips as Quinn shot her a dirty look.

"Nah, I'm dirt poor, couldn't take a girl out." Sam murmured, shrugging as he took a sip of his beer.

"That sucks man." Puck said, downing his beer.

"Yeah, half the time, but it's okay. I wanna save up, get a house, you know maybe even get married if I can." He laughed as he finished his drink. "But first is family, you know?"

"Yeah man. Family first." Puck glanced at Quinn, his eyes reflecting pain as he thought of Beth. Quinn looked away, taking a heavy breath. Beth would be 6 in a couple of weeks and they had been invited to her birthday party. She wasn't sure if she could. They continued to talk about Sam's family and then moved on to how everyone was doing. Brittany and Santana announced that Brittany was pregnant. Quinn was happy, and clapped along with her friends but she was couldn't help but think about Beth.

"You okay?" Sam whispered in her ear and she shook her head. No use lying to him, he knew when she was lying. Sam announced he was beat and asked Quinn if they head back. She nodded, and they said bye. They walked down the street, the apartment only a few blocks away.

"Thank you." She whispered. He looked down at her.

"Beth?" He asked. She sighed, he knew her too well.

"Yeah, I just - she's turning 6 soon. She'll be in the first grade." Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

"She would be proud of you, Quinn." She sighed, licking her lips.

"I don't know if I would." She murmured and Sam stopped her, putting his both of his hands on her shoulders and leant down so he can look her in the eyes.

"She knows that you love her and she knows that you gave her up so she could have a better life, Quinn. If my mum did that, then I would be pretty proud of her. She'd be proud that you put her needs before yours."

"She won't understand that." She muttered, looking away. Sam put his thumb on her chin, pulling her back.

"In time she will. Come on, you're shivering." She hadn't noticed how cold it had gotten and led him into her building. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he stared, looking around as they made their way through the lobby. When they got to the elevator Sam watched as she pressed the Penthouse button.

"I feel like I'm on the Hills." Sam commented. Quinn snorted, looking back at him, raising her eyebrows. "What? It was on… occasionally." She laughed again and led him inside.

"So uh… this is it." She looked up at him and he just stared.

"Wow." He commented.

"Come on, I'll show you my room." She tugged him along and showed him his room. She watched him as he walked in, touching the furniture and sat down on the bed, running his hand over it.

"I haven't slept on a real bed since high school." He whispered and she watched as he swallowed hard, looking up at her. "Thank you." She smiled, fighting the urge to cry and nodded.

"It's okay. The bathroom is just through there." He nodded and she left him alone. She went to her bedroom and closed the door, sitting down on the bed and wiped her eyes, smiling. Everything was going to be better, Sam Evans, and Quinn Fabray was sure of it.


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