So, the update doesn't really hold any kind of information. Sorry about that. This semester of school is kicking butt. Anyway, I'll try and update again this week.

I'm not sure when this story is going to end, but I'm pretty sure it will be fairly soon so you don't have to worry about this turning into an epic novel or something. =P

Oh, I have a question for you guys. I've noticed that A LOT of people who ship Quinn/Sam cannot stand Rachel. I'm curious as to why that is! I love her so it kind of makes me sad when I see all of the people bashing on her character. Ha. Of course, I think my love for her character comes from my love of Lea Michele-which stems from my obsession with Spring Awakening. So, blame Broadway shows for that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.


Two months. She had been in a committed relationship with Sam Evans for two months and he was still some sort of mystery to her. She was never allowed to come over to his house. If she ever suggested it then he quickly suggested something else. They couldn't go on dates during the week. He disappeared after football or glee practice. He was always tired. The only quality time they got to spend together was during their spare period, which was spent doing work since Rachel had graciously offered to let her be his tutor upon finding out Quinn was aware of his dyslexia.

She had been completely aware going into the relationship that things with Sam would never be easy, but she had honestly believed that he would learn to be more open with her. Quinn was used to being the girl that kept the boys at bay by guarding her heart-by keeping her secrets. Sam read her like an open book, which was becoming somewhat worrisome to her. What happened when there was nothing left for Sam to find out? What happened when he finished the book that she was?

"Quinnie," the older version of herself whispered from across the table, "where are you at?" Quinn dropped her fork, wincing slightly when it clanked against the plate beneath her. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm fine," she replied with a sigh. Judy Fabray bit her lip in contemplation, unsure of whether or not she should press the issue further. Quinn pulled her iPhone out from her pocket and sighed even louder upon seeing that her boyfriend hadn't text her yet.

"Quinn, please be honest with me, sweetie." Quinn's head snapped up to meet the worried gaze her mother was shooting her. "You aren't pregnant again, are you?" The blonde snorted, had there been a drink in her mouth she certainly would have spit it out everywhere. She tilted her head back and laughed.

"No, Mom," she gasped in between breaks of laughing. Her mother sank back in her chair-something resembling relief flashing across her face. "I can't believe you'd think that."

"I was just… checking?" Quinn laughed even louder at the admission. It wasn't that the thought of being pregnant was a laughing matter but she was still hurting over the loss of her daughter. If not laugh then what? She didn't want to risk going into another sort of depression brought on because of her inability to cope. "What is bothering you then?" Quinn sobered up and took a sip of the water placed in front of her.

"It's Sam," she admitted. The older blonde nodded before taking a bite out of the chicken that was still on her plate.

"Well, I can't help but think that this boy isn't good enough for you-"

"Mom!" Quinn interrupted-anger evident by the tone of her voice. Judy held her hands up in surrender. "Sam is amazing," she added while thinking of the blond boy. Judy smiled lightly-happy that her daughter was finally getting her life back the way Quinn wanted it to be.

"I can't help what I think, Quinnie. This boy won't even come meet me. I can hardly believe he is serious about you when he won't even meet your mother." Quinn grunted something incoherent before standing up and grabbing her dish from the table.

"That's the thing," Quinn shouted from the kitchen. Judy raised an eyebrow and continued to listen for her daughter's admissions. "He's always so busy, Mom," she added while coming back into the dining room and sitting across from her. "He works so hard at football. He has to go home right after practice. He has two jobs. On top of everything he has to be tutored with school. I'm just worried about him."

"He does sound busy," Judy replied. Quinn looked incredulous. "What?"

"Really? That's the motherly advice?" Judy chuckled before taking another sip from her glass of water.

"No. Quinn, do you like this boy?" The young blonde nodded. "He treats you right?" Quinn nodded again. "Well, I certainly believe that I need to meet him if things are going to continue being serious for you two. It's not very practical of a young man to not meet his girlfriend's parents. Well, in this case the mother-the mother that gets to decide if you can or cannot date Mr. Evans," she added with a smirk. Quinn rolled her eyes playfully but nodded. "I really do want to meet him, Quinn."

"I want you to," Quinn replied. For the first time in her life she truly did want her boyfriend to meet her mother. With Finn she had constantly worried that the boy would say something incredibly stupid and ruin any chances of having her parents approve. Sam was certainly different though. He was smart. He was respectful. He was everything Quinn was looking for.


"Hello, beautiful," greeted Sam. Quinn shut her locker lightly and looked at the boy curiously. He was still as handsome as ever, she noted, but the dark circles under his eyes and the bagging of his clothes suggested that things weren't going entirely well for him. She scolded herself for not noticing his change in appearance.

Of course, how could she notice these things if he was never around?

"Sam," she replied before walking past him. Sure, she was being immature but her mother's words had rung true last night. If Sam really was serious about being with her then why wouldn't he be interested in meeting her mom?

"Wait up," he yelled before running behind her. He grabbed her wrist lightly and tugged her into an empty classroom.

"Sam, I have History to go to. Last time I checked you were in there, too." Hardly, she admitted to herself. He may physically show up for his classes but he usually slept through them. He was falling increasingly behind. Sometimes she blamed herself. She was his tutor after all.

"I know that," he replied. "I was hoping-and hear me out because I know how much you care about your grades-that we could possibly skip? I miss you, Quinn." Said girl scoffed as a means to keep him from seeing that she wouldn't actually need convincing.

"And that is my fault? I have Cheerios. I maintain a good-no, great GPA. I'm in the glee club. I still try and make time for us, but you don't. The minute that football practice is over or glee-whatever-you're gone."

"Babe," he whispered before running his fingers up and down her arm, "I'm trying to be this good guy for you, but I don't know how. I don't know how to be what you deserve." He turned away from her and sat down in a desk. "The thing is, I know I'm not what you deserve," he mumbled. "I can't fix myself enough to be with you." Quinn's brow furrowed.

"Are you breaking up with me?" She questioned, hoping that the fear she was feeling wasn't betrayed by her voice. Sam's head snapped up to look at her intently.

"No, never," he replied before getting out of the desk and walking over to her. "Sorry," he whispered before brushing his lips gently against her. "Don't listen to what I'm saying." The blonde leaned into Sam's chest and reciprocated the kiss quickly before pulling away. This is why she could never figure the boy out. He always allured her in with his kisses and puppy dog eyes.

"No, wait," she mumbled in between the kisses he was still peppering over her face. "We need to talk." He reached for her hand and laced their fingers together.

"Okay," he whispered, preparing himself for the worst but, of course, hoping for the best. Quinn studied him carefully before nodding to herself. "I know you."

"Right," Sam agreed, somewhat confused.

"No, that isn't what I meant," Quinn replied before pulling her hand out of Sam's grasp and wrapping her arms protectively around her abdomen. "I know your type. I was you. I didn't let anyone know anything about me because I didn't want them to be able to break my heart."

"Quinn, I don't know what you're talking about," Sam interrupted. Quinn glared at him coldly. He held his arms up in defeat and waited for her to continue.

"I kept Finn and Puck, well, not so much Puck, but Finn away because I didn't want his goofy smile or boyish charm to win me over. I didn't want him to be able to break my heart. Because of that I never really fell for him." She took in a deep breath and hopped up onto the teacher's desk. She momentarily wondered why there was no teacher in the room but she pushed it aside. "I've been nothing but honest with you, Sam." She smiled when she saw the smile grace his features. The smile that lit up his entire face- the smile that melted her heart.

"I know," he stated while walking over to her. "I like every single thing about you, Quinn. You're so smart. You've been through all kinds of crap but you still come out on top. You're just, you're…there isn't even a word for me to use." Quinn sighed, desperate to not let his sweet talking get to her. "You're my first girlfriend, you know, and it makes me feel dumb when I think about how I don't want you to be the last. I mean, isn't that how everyone feels about their first girlfriend or boyfriend?" Quinn smiled despite herself and shook her head. "So, it scares me, you know, I'm just waiting for something to go wrong."

"Nothing would go wrong if you would just be honest with me," she whispered. Sam cocked his head to the side before resting his hands on either side of the blonde's thighs.

"What do you mean?" He questioned. Quinn sighed; she didn't know if Sam was pretending to be stupid or if, in that particularly moment, he was.

"What do you think I mean, Sam?" He backed away slightly upon hearing the girl yell at him. "It's like you have some secret life on the side. We never see each other except at school, which shouldn't count since you aren't even awake during the hours."

"Quinn, I can-"

"We don't go out on dates. You're too busy to come meet my mom. You refuse to let me come over to your house to meet your grandparents. You work two jobs! No normal teen does that. You say you do it because you enjoy all the cash, but Sam, that makes no sense to me. Do you really care about me? Honestly?"

"Of course I do," he yelled desperation in his voice.

"Then what the heck? Do you have a gambling problem? You work two jobs to have extra cash to waste? You stay up all night drinking or something? I'm honestly running out of plausible ideas that don't end up with something insane. You'd rather have all of this extra cash than quit one job to be with me?"

"Are you breaking up with me?" he questioned in a hushed tone. He was certain that people down the hall could hear their arguing. "Quinn, are you dumping me?"

"No," she replied after a beat."Maybe we should take a break though," she added while trying to keep herself from crying. Sam had easily turned into her best friend and in doing this-she knew she was going to lose the two most important things in her life: her best friend and her boyfriend.

"That's just a nicer way to say you want to break up. What did I do? Why were you just asking me if I was going to break up with you? Was it because you wanted to do it first?" He reached out and touched the pleats on her cheerleading skirt before pulling his hand away.

"No, Sam, I want to get to know you. You won't let me in as a girlfriend. What about as a friend? I just need more than this," she exclaimed while gesturing wildly between the two of them. He clenched his jaw before pressing his body against hers-trapping her with his hands.

"You want to get to know me? You want to see why I'm so messed up? I've tried everything to keep you out, Quinn-to keep you happy. But if you want to know me then fine," he husked into her ear. He pulled away and immediately felt horrible upon seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Where are you going?" She whispered upon seeing him leave.

"We are going to my 'house.' Let's go, Quinn."