Let Me Hold You
Chapter 7
Sam started his new school, and Quinn caught up with what she had missed. She rejoined New Directions and realized all they could talk about was how they were short the 12 needed to perform at sectionals. Quinn told Sam all of this. His parents had arranged a meeting with Artie's parents so he felt that was progress. He disliked his new school. He only knew a handful of people there, mostly kids who worked at McD's with him. There was no glee club and when he tried out for the football team he was met with four other quarterback prospects, all towering over him. The only saving grace was being able to talk to Quinn nightly on the computer. Stevie showed him how to Skype and it was the highlight of his night, even if he only saw Quinn for 5 minutes before collapsing into sleep.
Finally, two weeks into his new school year, Sam was happy to tell Quinn the news...his parents were coming to Lima to meet the Abrams. She squealed at her computer and clapped; he loved her smile that night and thought of it as he fell asleep.
It was a Saturday when Sam's parents drove to Lima to meet with the Abrams' family. They had to finally tell Sam to shut up about trying to talk them into letting him stay there because for the last 2 weeks that was all he had done. He gave the excuses of he did well at McKinley, the Glee Club needed him, Quinn needed him, Artie needed him. They wouldn't listen to any of it. He asked if he should pack a bag in case he stayed in Lima and his parents looked at him blankly for several moments until his father finally bellowed No! They told him if...and it was a big IF...they allowed him to do this he'd have to transfer schools so it wouldn't happen overnight.
Quinn waited anxiously at her house, sitting on her couch in her a nightshirt and hardly anything else, trying to read, watch TV, mess around on the computer. Nothing could take her mind off Sam, though. She knew the Evans would be in town soon to meet the Abrams. She couldn't even consider the alternative if Sam's parents said no. It was a good sign that they made the trip to Lima, she supposed, but still wasn't getting her hopes up, or trying not to. Sam had assured her he'd be over to see her as soon as he had an answer.
Sam had dressed up for this meeting, black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. He had combed his hair, then slicked it back some with some gel, was clean shaven, and even splashed on some aftershave that his grandmother had sent him on his last birthday. Stevie and Stacie laughed at him for getting so 'made up', they called it. He threatened to tickle them into submission if they didn't shut up. Sam's parents were pretty sure it was the longest 4-hour drive ever.
At the Abrams, they had dinner ready and things seemed to be going well. There was a lot of talk about what people did for a living, about which Sam could not care less. He just wanted them to get to the part where they told him he could come live at Artie's. After supper, they sent Sam, Artie, Stevie, and Stacie outside to play while they talked more.
"I think my parents liked your parents," Artie said and snorted. Sam did the same.
"I hope so. I told Quinn about this and I know she's waiting to find out the answer. I don't know what I'm gonna tell her if my parents still say no," Sam said, sighing a bit.
"It was going pretty good over supper, I think," Artie said. "Like when our moms started talking about their labors…"
Sam chuckled, then grimaced, remembering his mother talking about cervical dilation and pushing.
"Well, school's already started here…they gotta make a decision soon, ya know?" Artie asked him.
"Yeah…" Sam replied, sighing.
"Sammy! Come push me please!" Stacie yelled at him from the swingset.
"C'mon…" Artie said, rolling down the ramp. Once in the yard, his motorized wheelchair took him easily to the swingset, his parents having had special surfacing installed in certain areas of the backyard. Sam followed him and began pushing Stacie.
"Ya wanna swing Artie?" she asked, tilting her head funny, her pigtails blowing in the breeze.
"Nah, that's okay, Stace," Artie laughed.
"I'll push you too if you want me to…not like, gay, or anything," Sam said.
Artie laughed out loud.
"Really, man…how often do you get to swing?" Sam asked him.
"C'mon Artie!" Stacie yelled.
"Fine…you'll have to put me on the swing though, dude," Artie said, rolling his eyes.
Sam slowed Stacie down, then picked Artie up from his wheelchair and positioned him on the swing, waiting for Artie to grab hold of the chains.
"You good?" Sam asked.
"Yep…"
Sam got behind Artie and Stacie and began pushing both of them again.
From inside the Abrams' house, the four adults watched the kids in the backyard.
"You know, that is the first time Artie has ever played on that swingset," his father said.
"He'd always watch his cousins play on it but never seemed interested in it himself," his mother said. "I think Sam will be a good fit here, Mr. and Mrs. Evans. He'll be in good hands; you won't have to worry about him."
Sam's parents watched him and Stevie and Stacie and Artie playing and laughing and knew they had made the right decision, even though it would be hard not seeing him every day.
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They explained the schedule to Sam and Artie when they came inside. Every other weekend, Sam would make the trip to Indiana to visit his family. They would communicate daily via computer. They went over Sam's duties to be done at the Abrams' house. He would no longer have to deliver pizzas; the Abrams' would be giving him an allowance plus room and board in return for him helping Artie when needed. Sam was asked to follow the same rules as Artie did, as far as curfew, etc. Artie's uncle would be making unannounced visits at any time so they were warned about no parties and no girls. They told Sam he could start moving in when he was able and his 'job' would begin as soon as he was there. Frankly, Sam was stunned.
Pulling his parents aside, after thanking them profusely, he asked what had swayed their decision.
His father sighed. "We want you to be with us, Sam, but we also know that you have opportunities here in Lima, believe it or not. After meeting the Abrams and talking very candidly with them, we feel you'll be safe and you'll be able to continue on with strides you've made at McKinley. You and Artie seem to get along well. We'll miss you terribly, though."
"I'll miss you all, too," Sam said to them, picking up Stacie and hugging her tightly. In his mind, not seeing his kid sister and brother every day, and even his parents, was freaking him out a little.
"You probably want to go tell Quinn, am I right?" his mother asked him, smiling.
"Yeah, she'll probably wanna know…" Sam said, setting Stacie down, trying to be nonchalant about seeing her.
"Then go tell her Sam!" his mom said, laughing.
"Okay, yeah," he said, his brain a mess. He took the keys from his dad, hugged his mom and was out the door.
Sam drove to Quinn's as fast as legally possible. He ran up to her door and rang the bell.
When she heard the doorbell ring, it sounded urgent to her even though it was the same old ding-dong it usually was. She jumped up from her place on the couch and practically ran to the door, taking a split second to check on who it was. She whipped open the door to Sam. The look on his face was far from happy, more like confused.
"Sam?" she asked.
He broke into a huge smile and grasped her in a giant hug, lifting her off her feet.
"They said yes, Quinn! I'm coming back!" he said into her neck.
She squealed in excitement and hugged him back tightly. "When? Did they say when?"
He set her down and followed her into her house. "I have to transfer back to McKinley so it might be like a week or so. I am so happy, Q!"
They fell back into a hug, then Quinn felt the couch behind her so she lowered herself down, bringing Sam along with her.
Kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips, he mumbled, "Is your mom home?"
Kissing him back, she replied, "No...we're alone."
He groaned a little against her skin, the thoughts of what they could do together alone colliding in his head. She must've been having the same thoughts because she was unknotting his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt. He kept kissing her, not making her stop and not questioning her.
She could feel his cock against her thigh. She opened her legs a bit, and he slipped easily between them, rocking against her. She got his shirt unbuttoned and off him, leaving him in his white wifebeater. Her hands drifted down to his hips, then his belt buckle. And that's when he stopped kissing her.
He leaned up over her, watching her intently, feeling her hands at his midsection fumbling with his belt buckle, then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Something possessed her then, and she slid her hands under the fabric of his slacks, around his hips to his ass and gripped him there. His cotton briefs were soft under her hands.
"Oh!" he said, feeling her hands pushing at his ass, pushing him into her. Her sudden movement scared him a little. He had never dealt with SexQuinn before.
Leaning up on her elbows to kiss him, she asked breathlessly, "Do you not want to?"
"Uh..." he stuttered. This whole situation fired up out of nowhere and he didn't want to say he didn't want to...he wanted to badly. "I-I have, uh, something..."
He had had something in his wallet for some time now...waiting on this very moment. It was in a silver package, given to him by Puck when he moved to Indiana. It was something called 'thintensity' and Puck had told him he'd thank him for it later. He reached for his wallet while Quinn watched him. He pulled out the tiny treasured package and set it on the back of the couch.
"You're so awesome, Sam," she said smiling. She peeled off her nightshirt and suddenly he was staring at her perfect boobs. Not even realizing it, he ran his hand up over his cock. His eyes drifted downward to her pair of blue cotton panties and then he saw his knees, his pants pooled there. Awkwardly, he slipped his pants off and leaned back down to her. They tongue-kissed for awhile while he practiced pushing against her, his heart pounding nearly out of his chest, and then he whispered are you sure? She nodded and moved to push his briefs off him.
His free hand drifted down to her panties and pushed down one side and he felt her supple hip. He had to see it. He leaned up again and looked at her pale skin in the low light, then pulled them down farther. He saw the dark patch of hair between her legs and sucked in his breath.
Holy hell, she wants to be with me! he thought suddenly. We're gonna do it!
He pulled her panties all the way off, nervously and shaking. Again, he lay on top of her, now feeling all her heat at his middle.
"I love you so much, Quinn, I do," he said to her in between kisses. He felt that needed to be said. This was a huge moment for them.
He felt her working his briefs down, then felt his penis spring forth, suddenly free and in the cool air. Her hand went to him immediately, stroking him eagerly.
"I love you too…" she whispered to him.
He took the condom and tore it open, looking at it, hoping he could get it on the right way. Roll it down, roll it down, he thought, recalling what he had heard in health class. He wrapped his fist around his cock and the thing rolled down easily on him. It felt weird but that was the least of his worries at that moment.
"Um…" he mumbled. Protection was in place, clothes were gone, all that was left to do was it. "Okay…"
He lay on top of her, trying not to squash her, and let his hips drop down to her body. Her hands were rubbing everywhere on his body, their mouths were mashed together, yet he couldn't quite find the spot. He pushed…nothing. He pushed again…still nothing. The nervousness was going to make his erection disappear if he didn't figure it out.
He felt her draw her knees up, her hands on his hips, and he tried a third time. She lifted her hips up to meet him, and he felt the tip of his penis enter her. He grunted. She moaned slightly.
Hesitantly, he pushed a little and felt his head go into her. He stopped moving. The feeling was too intense then. He had stopped kissing her; his breathing was heavy. He could not believe the warmth she was giving off. He fit into her perfectly, it seemed. He realized she was whining quietly.
"Quinn?" he asked, unable to speak more.
"I'm okay…"
"Okay…it's-it's awesome…" he eked out.
He knew what he was supposed to do, but actually making himself do it was proving difficult. He pushed a bit more, slowly so as not to her this beautiful girl beneath him, Lucy Quinn Fabray, he was making love to Lucy Quinn Fabray! And that was exactly how it felt to him…making love to her. It happened fast and unexpectedly, but he knew in his heart he was meant to be with her.
She moved again, and so did he, finally in all the way. It was amazing. It was hot. It was wet. It was tight, oh god, so tight. He could feel the way her muscles moved inside her. He backed out slowly, then pushed back in. When he did, she exhaled, moaning his name. It was the most gorgeous sound he had ever heard. He looked down into her eyes, trying to concentrate on not losing control but losing ground.
They had worked into a rhythm, slowly at first. He finally understood the depth of his feeling for her. Thoughts of love, how he good this felt, how he needed to get back to Artie's coursed through his mind. He rested his forehead on the couch arm, next to Quinn's head, his hips thrusting quickly now.
Quinn rocked with him, loving how this felt. She was somewhat unsure when he pulled the condom from his wallet, knowing there was no turning back. She was worried it would be an experience like her time with Puck, fast, painful, and devoid of feeling. However, once they got started, she soon realized sharing this with Sam was much, much different. It felt right to her, their bodies melding together as one. She pushed his wifebeater up and ran her hands up over his abs to his nipples, tweaking them a bit.
He felt her hands roaming upward, then pinching his nipples. He bit down on his lip, a sound like "mmm mmm mmm" coming from him with every thrust now. He knew that feeling, the feeling low in his belly, the feeling he couldn't stop for anything. Her fingers on his chest were pushing him closer, closer, closer…
"Uh...uh…" She watched his face contort when he climaxed; he held his breath a moment, then exhaled, grunting. He finally whispered oh god.
The only thing he knew to do was keep moving in and out of her, even after he had come what felt like a ton. He was still hard, she was moaning under him, and there was no way he was going to stop until he absolutely had to. He kissed her neck, then pushed up and kissed her on the mouth.
"Perfect…you are so perfect, Quinn," he said to her, their bodies still moving together slowly. "I-I can't believe we just…"
"You were perfect, Samuel," she said quietly, smiling. She ran her hand down the side of his face. "We did just…" She laughed a little.
He smiled back at her.
"I think, I think I need to," he glanced down between them, amazed at the site. "Um…"
"It's okay," she told him.
He slid out of her slowly, and they both sat up on the couch. "I prob'ly need to get back to Artie's too…" He pulled the condom off himself as nonchalantly as possible and tied the end in a knot. "That was big…"
She looked at him and laughed. "Yeah, I guess it was!"
He realized that she thought he meant his cock and shook his head. "No! This! What just happened…that was big…for me."
"Me too, Sam," she said quietly.
Sam leaned over and picked up Quinn's panties and nightshirt and handed them to her. He then pulled his briefs and slacks up and put on his shirt and tie and fixed his belt as she slid the underwear up her legs and slipped her nightshirt over her head. They were quiet as they redressed, sitting motionless next to each other.
"I'm sorry, Q...I'm sorry it happened on your couch...I wanted it to be special..." he blurted out finally. Now that the rush of adrenaline was gone, he felt like he was crashing. "We weren't even in a bed! You and Puck were in a bed!"
She gasped and turned to face him, grabbing his arm. "This was special, Sam Evans! It was for me! You mean so much to me and I-I wanted to share this with you...I don't care if it happened on a couch, in a bed, in a backseat, or on my front porch for that matter...it happened with you! And that's what made it special. As far as I'm concerned, this was my first time too."
She slid her hand down his arm to his hand. "It was our first time together, Sam." She kissed his cheek and felt him smile. He squeezed her hand in his.
"That's pretty cool, Quinn," he said to her, kissing her back.
The kissing led to touching and before he knew it they were laying together again on the couch. He smiled against her lips.
"I hate to but I prob'ly need to go..." he said, sitting up again.
She pouted a little. "I know, I know...the fact is you'll be back soon. I'm so happy about that I could just freakin' burst, Sam!"
She threw her arms around his neck, and he stood up, holding her, and carried her to the door.
"As soon as I know when I'll be back, I'll let you know, okay?" he said, setting her down. "It can't happen soon enough for me."
He kissed her quickly. "Love you, Q..."
"I love you too, Sam..."
He returned to the Abrams' house, thinking the entire time I'm a man! and occasionally glancing down at his crotch, finding it hard to believe what his penis had just did. He collected his family, enduring some stares from his father, and they said their goodbyes to the Abrams.
On the road back to Indiana, Sam stared out the window at the passing cornfields and out-of-business factories and little homes and big homes and town after town that all looked the same, but his mind was not on the scenery or his kid brother and sister fighting next to him or his parents yelling from the front seat...all he could think of was his time with Quinn. It was surreal that just an hour before he had made love to the most beautiful girl in the world. He suddenly wondered if it was obvious to his parents or the Abrams what had happened. He wondered how Quinn was feeling. She had reassured him that he was fine and it was good, perfect even, but still he had doubts about that. He felt like there was a giant blinking neon sign above his head, flashing "NOT A VIRGIN." He kept staring out the window wondering if people could notice his blush from outside the car.
Once in Indiana, he locked himself in the bathroom and thought of him and Quinn and jerked off to the memory. He realized then that in no way was his hand ever going to suffice that need again. It would do in a pinch but he had had a taste of sex and wanted more. He couldn't wait to move back to Ohio. What was she doing? Was she thinking of him too?
In Lima, Quinn was indeed thinking of Sam, much in the same way he was thinking of her. He left her house that evening, and she went back to the couch and sat there, staring blankly at the TV and thinking of what had just happened. She could still smell him on her, still feel his weight, what it felt like to have him in her. He had been beautiful through the whole thing, nervous, excited, happy, scared. Then, toward the end, he looked at her and it was all love...no nervousness, not scared...just him looking down at her, then his body trembling. She could still feel that tremble; she wasn't sure she'd ever forget it. He called her a few hours later when they arrived back in Indiana to wish her a quick goodnight.
Trying to find some privacy in his house from his parents and siblings, Sam pulled the phone cord from the kitchen into the utility room and snuck in there to talk to Quinn.
"So...how you doin'?" he asked her.
"I'm fine. How are you?" she replied, smiling.
"I'm not too bad...it's been one helluva day," he said, smiling at the phone.
"Because you get to move back to Lima?" she asked.
"Well, that too I guess," he said, blushing. "How do you...feel? Any different?"
"Mmm...maybe...do you?"
"Yes, totally..."
"I feel...very, very happy, Sam..." she said quietly. "I can't stop smiling."
"Me either!" he replied happily. "I still kinda can't believe it..."
She giggled a bit.
"It's like I think everyone who looks at me can tell..." he said to her.
"Can tell what?" Stevie yelled.
"Oh my god! Dad!" Sam hollered, realizing his little brother had been eavesdropping. To Quinn, "I can't believe that kid! He is so in trouble when I get off here!"
She laughed. "Go take care of business, then...I love you Sam and I'll be thinking of you tonight and every night 'til you're back here."
Sam calmed down a little. "I love you too, Quinn. I'll try to get transferred as quick as they'll let me. I'll never forget tonight."
"Me either...g'night Sam..."
"Goodnight Quinn..."
He hung up the phone and chased down Stevie who unfortunately learned what a wedgie was. Quinn hung up and went about getting her things ready for school the next day. She then snuggled into her bed and thought more about the events from earlier that evening. She fell asleep smiling.
