Please read this! I'm raising the fic's Rating to M now, for a clear reason you'll discover when you read the chapter. Since a lot of you have been asking about Sam and Quinn being endgame in this fic, I've realised that I haven't been putting enough of them in here. Therefore, this chapter is surrounding them solely, no Puck. It's not a particularly important chapter although one part may be but I hope you enjoy it. You got to love Quinn and Sam sexy time, right? :]

"I can't believe it…" Quinn muttered, shaking her head in utter disbelief as she examined the damage made to the basement walls. "He's absolutely done it in!"

Puck often brought women home with him if he came back in from a night out. Quinn didn't understand how he could afford to drink without a job but she let him off as long as she checked hr purse and savings account, making sure it wasn't her money she was taking. Sometimes Sam and Quinn could hear the bed rocking in the lower sectors of the house. They chose not to question it but simply to ignore it, thinking that this was the best option - to pretend that it wasn't there. They had never bothered with it again until the problem had just made itself more noticeable.

When cleaning the basement, something which Puck had bribed her into after he bought her and Beth dinner a couple of nights ago, Quinn had discovered that he had done more damage than she'd expected. She'd shifted the bed in order to be able to reach the difficult corners of the room when she'd found the paint on the wall had worn away and the wall looked as if it were almost ready to cave in.

"How am I supposed to sell houses when I can't even maintain a decent house myself?" she exclaimed incredulously, tensing her forehead and trying to calm herself down. Judging by the amount of pacing and complaining she was doing, it didn't seem to be working.

Sam watched her unnervingly as she continued to mumble to herself, sometimes shouting to express her anger. He kept his lips pursed, simply glaring at the destruction that had been thrust (literally) on the wall.

"I suppose guys have needs…" he mumbled, trying to appease her gently. Quinn stumbled. She had completely forgotten he was there as it had been the first time he'd spoken. Puck was off scouring the town for work right now and although he was still concerned about his and Quinn's growing relationship with Beth, he didn't really want Quinn to come down on him at her most harsh. She could be petrifying when this angry, he had established from plenty of past experience. "I mean, I'm practically dying without-…" the evil glare Quinn shot him enough to shut him up completely. "Sorry. I'm just saying, don't lash out on him the way you always do."

Quinn's eyes widened. "The way I always do? Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't mean it like that!" it yelled defensively, shooting up from his sitting position on an arm chair in the corner of the room.

"Well, I don't understand how you could mean it any other way!" Quinn retorted, her anger flaring even more rapidly than it had when she'd detected the dint in the wall. "You always do this! You act like I have some awful temper and it's your job to control it!"

Sam tightened his jaw, consuming all of his energy and using it to maintain his near-enough composed nature. "Come on, Quinn!" he scoffed, rolling his eyes as rising from his chair. He approached her. "Don't lie, you know that you have really bad mood swings. I don't know why you just don't admit it, it's not like I care! No matter if you know you're bitchy or not, you're going to be… well, bitchy."

The room fell silent and Sam immediately regretted his words. Of course, he couldn't take them back. He realised that as he watch her eyes flare, almost as if he could see the angry fire burning inside of her. Instead, he tried to convey his apology through his eyes. It made no different though because she wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Okay." she mumbled quietly, taking Sam slightly aback by lowering her tone of voice such a considerable amount. He had expected her to lash out even louder. "Well, I'm sorry that I'm not respected around here." Sam immediately established that even if her voice wasn't as loud, she wasn't giving up on this. "So, why don't you enjoy this basement which you're so stuck on defending whilst I get ready for the reunion in the bedroom."

Sam was about to retort with something that sounded mildly intelligent but instead, Quinn got in the way of his response by doing what she did best - storming out. He was barely able to blink before she was spinning around on her heels and heading in the opposite direction at the speed of lightening. The ear-piercing crash of the door slamming shut behind her woke him from his trance.

"Ugh!" he groaned, running a hand through his distressed blonde locks. She was so temperamental sometimes. He honestly couldn't understand how he'd ignored it when they were in high school. He may have loved her but she was a lot of work.

Then, he thought about what he always did; apologise, make it up to her with something nice and then kiss her like it never even happened. But this time, he didn't really feel like doing that. It was time that she learnt a lesson instead of him always playing the bad guy. He tried so hard to keep her emotions and crazy hormones in check and what he get in return? Nothing, that's what he got.

Well, this was the last straw. He wasn't going to give in. He was going to show her that for once he could be the person in their relationship, the one who made the decisions and stood his ground. Quinn may have been quite the feminist when she wanted to be but there was nothing wrong with having a little masculine authority to go by. Every woman needed it once in a while, right?


"Please, Quinn, just come out so we can at least talk about it." Sam begged desperately as he knocked on their bedroom door for what felt like the millionth time. Quinn still hadn't responded and the sound of his own voice was becoming tedious to him, his knuckles reddening a great amount from the relentless knocking on the door. His head was leaning against the wall, his eyes threatening to close over.

"It's been ten minutes." Quinn finally replied, sprouting the tiniest amount of hope in Sam's heart. Her voice was muffled, probably by a pillow. She often lay stomach flat on their bed after they had arguments.

"Ten minutes too long…" Sam sighed wistfully, wishing she would just give it up already. He had tried to resists, he really had. But she had a hold on him. He didn't like to admit that he could be whipped, but it was true; she had him right under her thumb.

He detected the sound of rustling from behind the door and soon enough he could hear the familiar pattern of her feet crossing the creaking floorboards. Finally! he thought to himself, perking up and facing the door directly. He had hoped that she would open the door wide enough for him to pounce in and wrap his arms around her so tightly that she'd never be able to break free of his grip but instead she simply peered through a small crack.

"I'm sorry." she whispered barely audibly. Her eyes reflected her apology. "I was a bitch."

"Naw…" Sam chuckled slightly, forcing the door open and taking her into a hug. Even if it was a little more gentle than he had desired, he was still satisfied. "I shouldn't have said those things to you."

"I guess we were both wrong." Quinn giggled slightly, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso and surrounding herself with his familiarly clean smell, the slight scent of his aftershave perking up her lousy mood.

"No more arguing." Sam demanded adamantly, kissing the top of her head and inhaling the smell of her shampoo. He embraced every moment that they could be close to each other because nowadays, those times were becoming less and less frequent. He often chastised himself for not appreciating them more in the earlier days.

Quinn nodded and sniffled up, pulling back yet still holding him gently at each side of his torso. The look she had in her eyes was so full of adoration that Sam felt privileged just to be witnessing it. He also realised that she'd shed a few tears which had escaped onto his t-shirt but nothing to worry about. She was clearly okay now.

"I agree." she smiled gently, nodding her head. "I hate it when we fight… I love you, Sam. I know I can be difficult but it's true. I wouldn't have married you otherwise."

Sam smiled brightly, all the previous gloom of the argument passing over the top of their heads. He was so pleased to get this alone time with her. She may have been off out with Puck and Beth a little more than he would've liked but when she showed him emotion, she showed him all and he couldn't be more grateful. "Ditto. God, doesn't all this drama just want to make you flip out a comic book or something?"

Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes. "No!" she exclaimed, slapping his arm lightly and playfully. "There's a reason why I hid them from you. Do you not think you're maybe a little to old for them now?"

"I resent that accusation, Ms. Evans!" Sam gasped melodramatically. "You're never too old to have fun!"

Quinn quirked an eyebrow seductively, her laughing soothing down until she held nothing but a scheming smirk on her face. "Oh really now?" she asked, approaching him slowly. "Well, I can think of plenty of ways to have fun without a comic book in sight." she grabbed the tie that had been strangling him all day at work and began to loosen it whilst her eyes bore into his.

Sam could feel his stomach churning sweetly, the thrill of sex calling him forward as she slid her fingers between his collar and tie. He could feel his limbs beginning to quiver just by the simple touch of her finger. "I thought you said 'never again'?" he gulped, hoping that she sounded suave and hard-to-get rather than deflecting. He was trying not to think about it, in case she was just teasing him.

Quinn chuckled softly, bringing her lips up to his own. "I think I can make this one exception." she whispered, now dragging the tie off completely. They kissed and touch, undressing slightly before retreating to the bed.

Quinn pushed him forward, falling on the soft linen sheets as she straddled him and continued to strip herself of clothing. They touched and kissed erotically and romantically, as if they were unleashing all these need they had held for one another these few weeks when their sex had been limited. Almost as if they were exploring their bodies for the first time all over again. In nothing but underwear, they began to grind and rock up and down on top of one another, both of their arousing desires burned harder and louder.

As soon as Sam saw her begin to unclip her lacy white bra, her heart beat increased by a stunning rate. Her chest was impeccable and he made no effort to hide his blatant gaze of admiration as the underwear fell from her body.

She giggled, bringing his hands up and placing them on either one of her breasts. He needed no more encouragement than that and began to caress them, softly and smoothly. The warm and familiar touch of his fingers on her sensitive skin thrilled Quinn deeply. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling upwards in pleasure. Soon enough, Sam had tired of just touching; he wanted to feel his lips against her chest and use the unlimited exploration rights he had at this moment. So, he propped himself upwards on his elbows and began to press gentle kisses in between, around and on her nipples, causing the pink flesh to harden rapidly.

She groaned at the sensation of his tongue against her nipples, finally caving in. She quickly slithered her hand underneath his boxer shorts, causing him to gasp in ecstasy as she began to stroke him softly. Soon enough, her pumping increased and a sticky substance began to mount on top of her fingers. She laughed at the familiarity of it all.

Sam made a sound at the back of his throat which was something like a choke and a gulp mixed into one. Quinn took this as a warning signal and removed her hand quickly, pulling his boxer shorts down and sucked and bit at his neck as she rolled over and pulled him on top of her, so that he was now the one straddling her. He released one last grunt of anticipation as she guided him over her, positioning him directly before her entrance.

She nodded at him approvingly as a signal to forget the condom. He quickly complied as they had explored this conversation the last time they had tried to have sex. He just hoped that it didn't have the same outcome as the last. It was too late now anyway, because he was already pushing himself inside of her.

She gasped in pleasure at the thrill that she loved and adored so much yet this time it was improved, much more real. They didn't have the rubber of the condom separating them; it was just them, completely inside of each other for the first time in years.

They never often had unprotected sex. It had only happened once before during their marriage and once in their college years after an extremely drunken night out, one which they swore never to repeat. Quinn was still wounded by her wretched high school experience of sloppy, drunken, unprotected sex back then.

Now that she had nothing to fear, she felt no guilt about what they were doing, no worries or doubts. They rocked up and down against each other relentlessly and felt entirely in place, as if nothing was wrong. The only sounds were their own voices, gasping each others names. She clawed at his back due to the intense orgasm she was experiencing and he did something similar, although he tried not to hurt her.

Panting heavily, he finally pulled away and collapsed on top of her. They remained in silence for what could have been a good 15 minutes, spent solely trying to capture their breaths again.

"So…" Quinn finally managed to choke out. "Ready to go to that reunion?"

Sam laughed, his throat raspy and dry thanks to the work out he'd just had. "God, I've missed you." he mumbled.

Yeah, like I said, not incredibly important but still a nice chapter I think to add that Sam and Quinn love back into the story. This one may be more about the dramatic side (which is yet still to come, so brace yourself!) but I still want to get their relationship right. I want to show how they've matured since high school, even if they do still have a few silly fights :D Thank you for reading!