Man, I suck, suck, suck. Sorry for getting this up sooner. I had a research paper due today. We started it last Monday, but I thought I'd be awesome and not start it until Friday. Needless to say, that was dumb. I spent the entire weekend staring at the computer screen willing an essay to magically appear.

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Quinn shuffled nervously. She had been in Sam's car multiple times but none of those times had been awkward. None of those times had been the result of an angry boyfriend. She sighed before looking at the boy out of the corner of her eye. He was still mad-she could tell from his posture. His jaw was clenched. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands; so tight in fact that his knuckles were turning white.

She turned to face the window, finding it increasingly hard to look at the boy. She had realized that they had long left the Lima city limits and were now in the outskirts of the town. She was tempted to ask where they were going. "I'm not mad at you," he whispered. She didn't dare turn to face him though. "Quinn."

"Yes?" She questioned. When it became apparent that he wouldn't be saying anything else she looked at him. He glanced over and gave her a uneasy smile. "I'm confused, Sam," she replied.

"Not for much longer." She nodded and reached out to touch his arm in something resembling a soothing motion. "Please don't touch me," he pleaded. The hurt in his voice confused her. "I've treated you good, right? You haven't been miserable the past two months, have you?"

"Sam, where is this coming from?" He quickly pulled off the backwoods road and slammed the car into park. "Sam, what are you doing?" The boy unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over the center console, pressing his lips against hers-in an almost bruising manner. She gasped lightly upon feeling his forcefulness. He wasted no time in forcing his tongue into her mouth. Almost immediately he groaned before pulling back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered after pulling away. "I'm not really sure why I did that." He then turned the keys in the ignition and pulled away from the deserted street. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he stated in a low whisper. "Things I haven't told you for a reason." Quinn nodded, not wanting to break the spell. He was finally opening up to her. She wasn't going to chance it. "I told you my parents died. It's why I live with my grandparents."

"Right," she replied. "I don't care about that though, Sam. You're making it sound like that's terrible." Sam laughed humorlessly before drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "You're really starting to scare me." She instantly knew it was the wrong thing to say. The boy's brows furrowed as his face contorted into a grimace.

"I lied." She didn't know what he was talking about but the betrayal she felt overtook her the moment the words left his mouth. "My parents aren't dead. My mom is. My dad is in jail." Quinn struggled for her breath."He was an alcoholic. A bad one, at that. One night he came in-really wasted. I mean, trashed," Sam whispered while paying attention to the road.

"Sam, maybe you should tell me this when we're not driving."

"No, you wanted to know. I'm telling you," he yelled. "He basically killed her. I'm not going into details because it's irrelevant," he whispered before wiping at his eyes. Quinn fought the urge to wrap her arms around the boy. Had they not been in a moving vehicle she knew that she would have. "I've lived with my grandparents since."

"Oh, God, Sam," she whispered, hand covering her mouth lightly in shock. "I can't even…" The blond boy ignored her-opting to rub a hand through his hair before signaling his blinker. She hadn't been paying attention to where they were going, but she was certain that she had never been wherever they were. "Where are we going?"

"You still don't know the entire story. I'm taking you to my house," he replied. "You wanted to see it so badly, remember? You wanted to know all of this." Quinn swallowed thickly, unsure of what else could possibly lay ahead. She watched as he pulled down a dirt road near a broken down trailer.

"Surely, you're joking," she stated while watching him park the car. "This isn't where you live." He scoffed before jumping out of the Jeep. She jumped upon feeling him slam the door shut. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt before reaching to open her door. She smiled lightly upon seeing Sam open the door for her.

It was decided, of course, that regardless of Sam's background-Sam was still the same caring boy that she had fallen for. She was certain that nothing would change her mind about being with the boy. He grabbed her wrist and tugged lightly-bringing her out of her thoughts. "Let's go," he whispered. She reached out and took his hand in hers before giving him a gentle squeeze. He looked down at her before giving her a shy smile and squeezing back.

"Will I be meeting your grandparents?" Sam looked at her with a sad smile but nodded. He tugged at the rusty door several times before it finally gave way and opened.

"It's crap, I know. I'll explain it all later," he whispered before shutting the door behind her. Quinn looked around the small area. A kitchen and living room crammed together. She looked to the right to see a door. To the left-past the living room was a small hallway. She assumed that was where Sam stayed. "We can go to my room, or something." She nodded and followed him. He quietly crept past the single door and went down the narrow hallway. "This is it," he grumbled before pushing a door open.

Quinn felt like crying somewhat. The Fabray's may have been the worst excuse of a family in her opinion, but they still were able to provide for her. If anything she was spoiled when compared to someone like Sam. He had a small twin bed, some weights. "We used to have money, you know, before it all got bad."

"Money isn't important, Sam." He looked bewildered for a moment. She sat down on his small bed and watched as he paced the floor.

"That's easy for you to say, isn't it? You get anything you want." She felt as though she had been slapped. She was used to being talked about by everyone-friends included. Sam had always been the one person who would come to her defense though. "I live with my father's parents. I know it's hard to believe or understand, but they were my only real family left."

"I see," Quinn stated. Sam looked at her in confusion before continuing to pace the floor.

"I had to kind of take a temporary break from school a few years ago to help Nana take care of Grandpa. See, he's sick. But then she wanted me to go to school. My old school was out of the picture. I couldn't show my face there-not after what my dad did. McKinley was a fresh start. I got to be the normal guy for once. You know, the football player and the glee club guy, the boyfriend of the most amazing girl there," he added with a small smile. "Grandpa kept getting sicker though and then Nana had the stroke. We don't have much income, you know, so I had to…"

"Get two jobs," Quinn replied-finally seeing where everything was going. "Sam, you couldn't tell me any of this, why? It's nothing to be ashamed of. You work so hard for your family. I would have understood."

"Because I'm not normal," he yelled. "I'm not the average jock with no worries. I have so much crap to do and I just wanted you to like me."

"What are you talking about?" She laughed. "I do like you. You are so important to me," she whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to where he was standing. "This just makes me like you even more."

"You think?" He questioned with uncertainty. She nodded. "You don't think I'm trash?"

"Not at all," she whispered before reaching onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. "What's wrong with your grandfather though?" Sam sighed before walking over to his bed and lying down. The day had been emotional and she knew he was tired.

"Well?" He questioned while holding his arms out. Quinn arched an eyebrow and smirked playfully before walking over and crawling over his body. She snuggled into his chest and inhaled deeply. With Finn they could never really cuddle correctly. His massive limbs were too out of proportion for her body. Puck was too muscular-he always felt suffocated. Sam was just right though. Her head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist. She felt loved and protected. Sam was right. "He has Alzheimer's. It kills me, you know, watching him day in and day out. He still remembers Nana most of the time. He doesn't know who I am though."

"That's horrible," Quinn whispered into his neck. He squeezed her waist before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Sam, you are so wonderful. Do you remember the first day we met?" He nodded. "You told me that I was brave for going through what I had-with Beth."

"You are, Baby," he whispered.

"Well, I just think you should know that I think you're incredibly brave." She didn't have to look at his face to know that he was smiling.

"We can be brave together then, huh?" She nodded into his chest. "Do you still want me to meet your mom?" The blonde pulled away and looked at Sam in confusion.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sam shrugged. "Yes, I want you to meet my mom. You are my boyfriend after all. Even if I don't get to see you as much as I'd like to," she added sadly before returning to his embrace.

"I miss you more than you know, Quinn. We don't ever get to just be. I want to be able to take you out on dates and stuff. You're like the best thing I've ever had. I don't want to mess that up."

"Sam," Quinn stated. He quit talking and let her continue. "Why don't you and your grandmother put your grandfather into a nursing home or something? I'm certain they have things for people which such problems."

"Well, I've been getting research on this one place that actually helps out financially for people who can't afford it. I think convincing Nana is going to be the hard part." Quinn nodded before letting the warmth of Sam's body overtake her.

She wished there was something she could do to make things easier for him. She knew that he was stressed. She knew that he needed some support for once-rather than being the support. She was determined to be his support system. He had been so good to her. He had been so good for her.

"So, why play football and do glee? Isn't that extra time you could have to yourself?" She peered up to find the boy with closed eyes. She momentarily thought he was asleep.

"I told you-I need football. As much as I hate it, I'm good at it. I need the scholarship to some college. I won't get a scholarship based on grades. Athletics is my only out, Quinn."

"I still don't understand though," she whispered. "We're just juniors. Why do you need to play football this year?" Sam chuckled.

"You're a Cheerio. You know that scouts look at all of you for future notes. It's the same with football. If I have local scouts attention then by the time I'm a senior they'll really be interested. I could get into OSU easily. Maybe I could get even further away from here than that."

"That's why you're trying to take Finn's spot," she whispered to herself.

"No," he replied. Quinn looked up at him in confusion. "It's why I'm going to take Finn's spot." She sighed before snuggling closer into his body. He was on the verge of falling asleep, and there was no greater feeling than being in the arms of Sam Evans, Quinn mused. She figured falling asleep wouldn't be that bad of an idea. "Hey Quinn," he whispered, halfway out of it.

"Yeah?" She whispered.

"I love you." Her eyes widened at the confession. That was not what she was expecting.