So this is beginning to show more of the plot of the story. It also shows how much more comfortable they are getting with eachother. As well as how much their feelings have developed over the 6-ish week period of knowing eachother.

After about four weeks of living together Sam and Quinn had developed a system. Sam would do the laundry, Quinn would cook the meals, and they would both go shopping together. Sam was politer to Quinn, and she became so comfortable around the house that she would walk around in her underwear. (Much to Sam's liking.)

They would joke around and stay in on Friday nights to watch movies. (At the end of the night Quinn would give Sam a kiss on the cheek, and then go to bed, while Sam debated for an hour weather to go and ravish her- he never did.) Truth be told, if the situation had been different, Sam could see himself in an actual relationship with her, and that scared the shit out of him.

One, because he'd never felt anything other than lust for a girl, and two, because him starting to enjoy Quinn and being okay with their marriage meant his father was winning, and he didn't want to give that sick bastard the satisfaction of being right. Sam figured he must have been zoning out because Quinn sounded concerned. "Sam?" she questioned. "Are you okay?" Sam looked up at the beautiful girl and smiled, he then noticed Quinn was in a towel.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam said, trying to control the hard on in his pants. Quinn was perfect in every way, and Sam couldn't help but get turned on when she showed a bit of skin. "I was just thinking." Quinn nodded and went to the bathroom to get changed. Sam had yet to see her naked, but he was hoping to change that soon.

While Quinn was changing the house phone rang. Sam ran to pick it up, rolling his eyes when he noticed the number. It was his mother; she was inviting him and Quinn to yet another party. He said that they would try to make it. She also told him that he needed to meet his father at work for a lunch. Sam didn't understand why his father couldn't call and tell him, but he agreed anyway.


Sam walked into his father's office that overlooked New York City. The man was giving Sam the Evans' smirk. "Hello Son," Steve Evans welcomed his son, causing the younger of the two to role his eyes. "I'm glad you decided to join me for lunch today."

"I only came here to ask you why you cut me off! I'm doing everything you asked. I'm marring Quinn and taking over your business; I'm throwing my entire life away just so your reputation isn't ruined." Sam's voice began to rise and the fact that his father wasn't reacting was pissing him off even more.

"Just so you get used to what your life will be like once Quinn leaves you." Steve said that sentence with such ease that Sam felt like kicking his face in.

"Quinn won't leave medad. She made the choice to agree to this engagement. She knew what she was getting herself into." Steve Evans smiled slightly.

"Oh Sam, you sound like a boy in love." Suddenly all the humor was gone from Steve's voice. "You love her, don't you?" he asked.

"No, of course not," Sam said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than his father. "She's just a girl."

"That's what I thought Samuel." Sam rolled his eyes in disgust and left his father's office. He couldn't deal with his mind games right now.


Sam had been gone for a while, so Quinn decided to keep herself preoccupied by finally putting away the rest of her things she brought to his apartment when she moved in. She found one of the three boxes she had left to unpack in the back of his closet and put it ontheirbed. She opened the top of the box and realized it was her high school memory box. She had tucked away every good, bad, painful, and joyous memory from high school in this box. As she emptied it, she relived every memory of high school. Many of the pictures had been of glee club; another was of her holding Beth right before they had to take her away. Another item was a precious moment figurine of a young girl with a graduation cap and gown on. She had gotten it from her Aunt Shelly, her only family member, besides her mother, that still remained in contact with her after the whole baby scandal. The last item in the box was her cheerio uniform.

Quinn lifted up the uniform and then looked in the mirror, wondering if maybe she could still slip her body into the old uniform. After the baby, the comfort food, and college, she seriously doubted that she could, but she had to try, or it would naw at her forever. She slipped on the skirt with ease, but that was not her worry; she had never gained any weight in her thighs or butt, the only difference was that the skirt was now incredibly short because she had grown a few inches since high school. Quinn took a deep breath and began to pull the top over her head. She pulled it down and almost squealed with delight. This couldn't be real, it couldn't actually fit better than it had in high school. This must be a joke.

Quinn giggled slightly to herself as she looked in the mirror. Her hair was wild because she had just blow dried it, her makeup perfect. The top was a bit short, showing more of her stomach than it used to, and her legs looked longer because she felt the need to wear a pair of heels with the uniform. Now looking at the outfit, she really was a tease back in high school while wearing this. She heard a low whistle coming from behind her, she whipped her head around, her skirt turning as well, coming up and showing her lace panties.

"This wasn't exactly what I was expecting to see when I got home." Quinn gave him a small glare, he continued his comment anyway. "But I could get used to it." He sent her a smirk; she rolled her eyes and began to fiddle with her torso. Constantly pulling and smoothing out the material around her stomach, suddenly becoming very self conscious around Sam. He noticed her fidgeting and quickly spoke up to stop whatever thoughts were going through her mind. "Hey, it looks great on you. You don't have to worry about that." Quinn looked at Sam through the mirror and smiled at him. He smiled back, and for a moment, they were completely content with each other. He then cleared his throat and the moment was over. "Um, I just wanted to let you know that my mom invited us to yet another business dinner tonight. I told her we could stop by… what do you think?" Quinn pretended to debate about going or not before answering Sam.

"I guess we could stop by," she said quite dramatically in her best Sam voice.

"Are you making fun of me?" he asked. She gave him a look sayingI could never make fun of youand turned back towards the mirror. He smiled and made his way towards her. "Sam," she said, a warning tone in her voice, which he didn't seem to notice. He ran towards her, his arms outstretched, and she quickly made a dash for the bed, jumping on top of it and then running out the room. Sam followed, her short skirt teasing him slightly, her giggles being heard all throughout the house.

Quinn squealed when Sam caught her in his arms in the middle of the living room. Thankfully, having an older cousin meant she knew how to get out of these types of situations. Quinn looked around the room from Sam's embrace; she then backed herself, and Sam, into the couch, flipping them both over the side of it. She ended on top of Sam, one of his arms around her waist and the other right where her legs met her butt. Her arms were both pinned between their chests and her right leg was pushing right in between his legs. To say the position was an awkward was an understatement.

Quinn couldn't breathe; she just kept looking at Sam, who was looking at their current position with a smirk on his face. "If you wanted to be on top you just had to let me know," he whispered. She rolled her eyes and quickly pushed herself off of him.

"I'll be ready in a bit, Sam. I have to go pull a gown out of my ass." Quinn walked back to the room, feeling Sam's eyes on her swaying skirt, and smiled.


Quinn and Sam entered their fourth business party as an engaged couple, and by now no one even questioned their relationship, not even Sam's mother who knew the arrangement. They looked so convincing that Michelle Evans began to question her son's acting. The sly smiles he sent Quinn, and the looks of longing when she was no longer by his side made Michelle Evans begin to suspect that her son might actually be in love.

At one point in the night Michelle decided to ask Quinn about everything. While the couple was talking with a few of their business partners Michelle pulled Quinn away. "Sorry," she said, "I just needed to speak with my future daughter-in-law for a few minutes." Sam nodded his head and gave Quinn a peck on the cheek before letting go of her waist. Michelle slid her arm in Quinn's and steered her over to an open table.

"Is everything okay, Mrs. Evans?" Quinn asked, hoping she hadn't done anything to upset her future mother-in-law.

"Oh of course darling," Michelle said. Quinn let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and smiled. "I just wanted to know how you did it," Michelle asked Quinn the question like she was a gossiping school girl. Quinn got a perplexed look on her face before answering.

"Um, do what? I'm sure what you're talking about Mrs. Evans," Quinn stated.

"How did you get Sam to fall for you?" Michelle said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Fall for me?" Quinn asked, obviously shocked by the statement. "Sam hasn't fallen for me. I can assure you." Michelle just rolled her eyes.

"You may think he hasn't, but I can assureyouthat he has. I have never seen Sam look at anyone the way he looks at you." Quinn began to protest but Michelle cut her off. "And don't say my son is just acting. That is an Oscar winning performance if he is, and my son is not that great of an actor." Quinn looked at Sam, who smiled at her and his mother, and then looked back at Mrs. Evans. "Are you falling for my son, Quinn?" Michelle asked.

Quinn looked away, giving Michelle her answer. "You're going to have to tell him why you agreed to this deal, Quinn." Michelle pushed. "You need to be honest in this relationship, especially if you guys start to get strong feelings for each other and want to start a family." Quinn's eyes practically fell out of her head when she said the word 'family'. They weren't even married yet, or in love for that matter. She didn't want to think about starting a family with him.

"Mrs. Evans, I don't think we should even be worrying about that right now. Sam and I haven't even thought about doingthatyet, let alone starting a family. And the wedding isn't even until next month." Mrs. Evans smile tightened slightly before she began.

"I understand, Quinn, but just so you know, Sam doesn't like deception." Quinn opened her mouth to speak but Michelle didn't let her. "I know you don't think you're deceiving Sam, but he would want to know this. And waiting until your wedding night, when he thinks he knows everything he needs to know about you, he won'tfeel anything but deception. Just tell him soon, that's all I'm saying." Quinn nodded her head and Michelle smiled. She patted her knee and got up from the table before leaving to find her husband. Quinn looked around for Sam and found him standing over by the bar; she noticed he was watching her with a slight smile. She smiled and walked towards him, seeing a glint of something in her eyes… maybe Mrs. Evans was right. Sam wasn't this good of an actor.


Sam sat in the back of the limo, trying desperately not to stare at Quinn's cleavage that her gown displayed. The ruby blue color made her skin glow and her eyes looked an almost gold color. Sam could barely control himself. "You look amazing tonight, Quinn. I just wanted to let you know that." Quinn smiled at Sam and went to give him a kiss on the cheek just as he turned to look at her, causing her to kiss him square on the lips. Both blondes were surprised by the kiss, and the spark they felt, but neither pulled away. Sam tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her closer towards him.

Quinn's arms found their way around his neck, and Sam's other hand moved to the small of Quinn's back. Their kisses began to grow more desperate when reality hit Quinn. "Sam." She gasped out as Sam's lips moved towards her neck. Sam smiled against her skin at the sound of his name. He began to nip at her pulse point when she pushed him away. "No Sam, stop." He sighed heavily as he moved away from Quinn. "I need to tell you something Sam… before we get in far too deep. I need to let you know something." Quinn looked away, tears prickling her eyes, and Sam began to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Do I want to know?" he asked, nervous for what she was about to say.

"I-I have a daughter Sam."

BUM BUM BUM! Not that any of you didn't already know that, unless you didn't see the entire first season, and if that's so, I have no idea why your reading this. Anyway, please tell me what you think in a review!