So here's chapter 10. I hope you'll like it and by the way thank you for your reviews on the last chapter
Sam and Quinn were sitting on the beach, watching the waves crashing the shore. The weather was just perfect, not too hot or too sunny.
Sam was humming something to himself as he glanced over to Quinn. He saw a tear running down her cheek but then she quickly wiped it off.
"Are you crying?" he asked.
"No" she shook her head, not looking at him.
"Is it because you lost the bed to me last night and now your back is hurting?" Sam chuckled.
"Don't you dare talking about last night or I swear I'll…!"
Sam quickly pulled away, afraid that she'd hit him again. Quinn laughed "I'm not gonna hurt you, Sam."
"Really? Because last night you almost wanted to kill me. You are pretty strong for a girl."
"I'm not gonna say sorry about what I did because you totally deserved it"
"Ok, I don't need your apology anyway" Sam smiled. Quinn smiled back but another tear ran down her face.
"Why are you crying?"
"It just…my parents always took me to the beach when I was a kid and...It had been a long time…since they died I haven't…"
Oh my god, she's actually crying. He hated to see girls crying because he had no idea what to do. Talk something that would cheer her up he thought to himself as he turned to her "Please stop crying…um…I'll buy you ice cream…"
"Sam, I'm not 6" she chuckled "but maybe later"
"I'm sorry about your parents. Personally, I think you're very brave."
Quinn looked at Sam when she heard him. That was another side of Sam that she had never seen, the good side of him. What he said cheered her up a lot.
Sam continued "I mean, after your parents left you could take care of yourself and continued living a happy life. If it was me I think I would kill myself or something"
Quinn laughed "No you wouldn't. I know you too well. You love yourself more than anything in this world."
"Yeah, that's right though" Sam nodded and they both laughed together.
They spent all day going around and hanging on the beach. When they got back to the resort it was very late. Quinn was tired so she threw herself on the couch. Sam looked at her, thinking for a couple minutes as he spoke "Quinn"
"Yeah?" she asked, sitting up on the couch.
"Do you want to sleep on the bed?"
"With you? No, I rather have the couch."
"No, I'll sleep on the couch tonight"
"Really?" Quinn raised her eyebrow. Someone must brain washed him.
"Why are you so nice to me? Are you ok?" she asked.
"Yes or no? Hurry up or I'll change my mind"
"Yes, of course" Quinn said quickly "I want the bed"
Sam grabbed a pillow and went to the couch as he heard the girl mumbled something sounded like "Thank you"
He just smiled to himself.
Their honeymoon was over. Quinn missed the beach but she missed her house, too. She dragged her luggage to her room and she was completely shocked. Her bed was replaced by a bigger one and so was everything else in her room. They were replaced by some other expensive furniture.
Quinn dropped her bag and ran quickly to find Sam. He was watching TV downstairs. With the look on her face he could guess that she just saw her new room.
"You bought all the things in my room?" she asked.
"Yep! I re-decorated it" Sam shrugged "No big deal"
"Do you need me to call the hospital?"
Sam raised an eyebrow at the girl "What?"
"You are probably sick. I mean, you are so nice to me for no reason. You are definitely sick!"
"No I'm not sick! I'm totally fine and I didn't do that for you. I just don't want my friends to see your ugly room when they come to visit us. That'd ruin the house and my reputation" Sam said. Quinn just smiled. She knew that he did that for her but he just didn't admit it.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
Quinn didn't answer. She ran right to him and hugged him tightly as she said "Thank you"
"Hey, No touching! This doesn't make us friends." Sam said, but Quinn didn't move. He didn't either.
Suddenly, they heard someone cleared their throat at the door. They pulled away from each other quickly. Santana was there "I hope I didn't interrupt anything" she said.
"No…we didn't do anything" Sam said and turned to Quinn "Can you go get us some drinks?"
"Um…yeah, sure" they smaller blonde said as she left the room and. Sam looked at her and then turned back to Santana "How can you get in here?"
"You didn't lock the front door" Santana answered. She stopped for a minute, thinking of something and asked "Why didn't you tell me that you moved here?"
"I just thought…"
"I went to your house but they said you're not there anymore so I called Finn and he told me that you moved. Everyone knew about that but not me! Why didn't you tell me? You don't want to see me again or something?"
"Why do you need to know anyway? Who are you to me?"
Sam knew that he shouldn't have said that to her but he already did. The Latina was quiet for a while. She bit her lower lip as she sighed "I guess I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry"
"No, San, I'm sorry, I…"
It was too late. She already left.
Sam still had feelings for her, but he couldn't forgive what she did to him. She hurt him so bad.
Sam was lying by the pool with his eyes closed. He was enjoying the sun and a shadow came over him.
"Sam, I'm going to meet the publisher to talk about my story."
It was Quinn. He took off the sunglasses and looked at the girl "What about the chores I told you to do?"
"I'll do it later! This is more important!"
He rolled his eyes "Like who would ever buy your story?"
"That's offensive! My story is great!"
"Just be home soon" he said and put on his sunglasses again.
Quinn just rolled her eyes and walked away.
"I'm sorry I can't publish this" The man said as he gave Quinn back her story.
"I don't understand...I thought..."
"You sent us the story late and it's very disappointing"
"I'm sorry. It's just there were a lot of things happened to me."
"We expected more from you." The man said "But it's ok"
Quinn's face turned into a smile "Really? So you're gonna publish it?"
The man shook his head "No"
"But you said..."
"What I meant was you could write about something else"
"Like what?"
He just smiled and pulled out from the drawer of his desk a magazine with Quinn and Sam on the cover "This"
"What do you mean?" Quinn asked.
"You married to Sam Evans. Everyone knows that he had a lot of scandals before he met you. Maybe you should write a book about his personal life. I bet it'll give you lots of money"
"No! No! I'm not doing that! He's my husband!"
"Just think about how..."
"I'm sorry, I can't. Nice talking to you. Good bye"
Quinn didn't let the man respond. She quickly grabbed her bag and headed straight to the door.
"So how's your story?" Sam asked as he saw Quinn got home.
"They won't publish it" Quinn sighed and threw herself on the couch "They said it's disappointing"
Sam laughed "I knew it. That's what I thought when I read it"
"Stop laughing! Can't you see I'm not in a good mood?"
"Okay" he said "Are you gonna quit?"
"No, I don't think my story sucks. That man is crazy. I'll give Finn the story and he'll give me an advice"
"Finn? Why Finn?"
"Because he's smart and I don't know anyone else"
"I'm smart!"
"Yeah, right" Quinn smiled.
"Are you calling me stupid?"
"I didn't say that. You said that yourself. You called yourself stupid"
"Why don't you go clean the house and leave me alone"
"But I just got home..."
"Do it."
Quinn rolled her eyes and went upstairs.
"I'm very smart!" Sam mumbled as he grabbed a magazine and lied down on the couch.
The end of chapter 10. More Santana's story line in the next chapter.