PARADISE IMPERFECT

Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee (except a beach towel and Season 2 DVD). I own nothing related to any of the songs I use (except for an admiration of the tune).

He pushed himself into her urgently, and they both gasped. He thrusted a few times and then slowed down, pulling out and pushing himself up to look down at her.

"I need to slow down...it's almost too much..."

"Okay...slow and easy then..." she whispered.

He pushed into her again slowly, hearing her whimper.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"You just feel...umm...bigger tonight..." she said, glancing down between them.

"Oh...I'm not hurting you, am I?" Sweet holy hell she said I feel bigger oh my god BIGGER was all that registered in his mind. Maybe she meant my balls...they're freaking huge right now and were slapping her ass a few minutes ago while I was plowing into her. He moved back and forth slowly, getting into an easy rhythm with her again. She was moaning nearly the entire time. He stayed in the position way up above her and every time his pelvis would connect with hers it was like an electric shock. She was just wanted more and more of that, closer and closer together.

Harder and faster Sam...she squeaked out.

His arms were giving out, so he worked them behind both her knees, pushing her knees upward with his shoulders. She took the initiative and moved both her legs up over his shoulders and then he just unleashed into her what he had been holding back.

God yes Sam...that way...oh fuck...that feels great...she mumbled, rocking herself against his hips. He could hear her bed squeaking, the headboard bouncing off the wall, and knew it was probably known downstairs what was going on up there. He pushed those thoughts out of her head and concentrated on her.

Your bed...noisy...he muttered to her, not really caring at that point, just as long as their parents didn't come upstairs knocking on her door. God please just let me get off he thought. And...his prayer was answered.

God Quinn...I'm about to go...can't hold it...oh my fuck...

He collapsed down on her, still pushing into her hard and fast, the orgasm taking away all his strength in his arms. Next to her ear, he grunted uuuhhhhfffff still coming Q...god so much... Her orgasm hit her hard then as she was gripping his hips moving him against her and moaning in his ear, shaking underneath him.

Sam writhed in his bed, deep in his dream. He suddenly was awake, gripping the sheets, and realized he'd orgasmed...in his sleep...dreaming about Quinn. He lay there, breathing heavily, trying to hold onto the fragments of the wonderful dream. It was the night he officially proposed to her...they did it upstairs while their parents sat in the kitchen directly below her banging bed. He tried to recall what had happened next...did they get in trouble? Just fall asleep?

They finally slowed down enough to make the bed stop shaking but moved together for a while longer to calm themselves down. He finally slipped out of her and lay down beside her on the bed. He picked up her left hand and started playing with her ring.

"You just do not know what you do to me Q...every time it is more intense than the last time it seems," he said, still somewhat breathless.

"Lincoln logs Sam..." she whispered. Then, they both laughed.

He absently thought of the Lincoln logs remark and for the life of him couldn't remember what she had meant by it.

"So...which one of is going to be brave enough to go back downstairs? How loud was the bed?" he asked.

She looked over at him. "If your parents were in the basement, they probably heard that banging Sam."

"I'm sleeping up here tonight...no way am I doing the walk of shame..." He held up her hand to look at her ring shine in the moonlight.

"I want you to stay tonight Sam..." she said quietly.

"This night couldn't have ended any more perfect..." he said, curling up behind her. "I'm so excited about the future Quinn."

"Me too Sam..."

"Senior year baby! And, I get to marry the best thing to ever happen to me..." he said behind her and she felt him punch the air and whisper his trademark yes.

"How am I going to concentrate on anything at all? It's gonna be a wild ride Samuel...I can't wait!" She punched the air too.

What a night that had been, he recalled. He had put so much work into his proposal to her, then the sex...the sex was beyond awesome. He understood what Quinn meant...their magic...where had it gone? That night he had been on top of the world, insanely happy. He reached under the sheet and felt the front of his boxers...a mess. He couldn't even remember the last time that had happened. He needed to get up anyway and begin getting ready for his daddy-daughter date later on that day. He sat up on the side of the bed and checked his phone.

Daddy...dont foregt 4 today Jasmine had texted him at 6:30 that morning, reminding him to pick them up at 4 p.m.

Thanks again for the ride home...wish I could've stayed at your place tho Katy had texted him as soon as he had dropped her off the night before.

My lawyer said those papers need to be signed asap Quinn had texted him just a few minutes before he shot his wad.

He replied first to his daughter, assuring her that he'd be there to pick them up at 4. Then, to Katy, he replied simply see ya tonite. He'd see her at the cheerleading competition. To Quinn, he replied, my lawyer is sending stuff to your lawyer. He hit send and then sat there in disbelief. Never in a million years did he think he'd be talking to Quinn about sending papers to each other's lawyer. For a moment, he was simply stunned. When he moved to set his phone down, he realized his boxers were stuck to his skin so he made his way to the shower.

xxxxx

The twins had been full of birthday energy the entire day. Quinn was still reeling from her date with Adam and how that ended while trying to wrangle the girls into getting ready for Sam. She pulled their pink and purple tutus from their closets with matching leggings and the sparkly tops they wanted to wear. She styled their hair for them and put on the tiniest amount of makeup. They were 9 now and begging for some eye shadow. By the time Sam arrived, his daughters were raring to go...all dolled up to be his dates for the evening.

He arrived 10 minutes early. He knocked and waited until the door was answered. Quinn did the honors. She was quite as he remembered her in school...shorts, a t-shirt, hair in a high ponytail, cheeks flushed a bit. He was dressed up for his daddy-daughters date in his navy blue suit.

"Hey..." she said, out of breath. "I was just finishing up with your dates." She looked him up and down. "You look quite dashing."

He smiled and thanked her, and she invited him in. "The boys are in the family room."

He followed her to the family room where his two sons were glued to a game on the PS5.

"Hey guys...anything new?" he asked them as Quinn went upstairs to get the girls.

The boys grunted at him.

"Maybe tomorrow you two can come with me to Nashville? I have a co-op meeting..."

They both groaned.

"There might be some farmer's daughters there..." he said, trying to entice them. That somewhat got their attention, and they paused their game.

"Really Dad?" Jasper asked him. "Girls?"

Sam shrugged. "Listen, it's boring and I don't want to go alone...besides, if I take you two, I'll have an out to leave early."

They looked at one another.

"For the new NFL game..." Joseph said. Now, it was bargaining time.

"Last year's NFL game," Sam said. The boys looked at each other again. Jasper nodded slightly toward Joseph. "Tomorrow at 5."

"Done," Joseph answered for them. Sam sighed a sigh of relief. He then turned toward the staircase...descending were his daughters.

Quinn followed them, all three of them giggling and trying to act sophisticated. Sam stood and watched them, his hands clasped behind his back, until they stopped in front of him.

"Happy birthday, ladies," he said, bringing the two bouquets of flowers from behind his back for them. They both gasped in surprise. Purple daisies for Juliet and pink daisies for Jasmine. He bent down to their level and took them in his arms. "I love you both so, so much." They showered him with kisses. He then presented their necklaces to them and put them around each girl's slender neck.

Quinn watched them closely. "Girls, I'll put your daisies in water for you. You don't want to be late..." She took their bouquets and headed to the kitchen. There, she knew they wouldn't see her tears. Unaware to Quinn, Sam followed her into the kitchen.

"I'll have them home before midnight, I'm guessing-" he started to tell her, then saw her tear-stained cheeks. "Oh no...did I do something?"

She wiped at her cheeks quickly and cleared her throat. "No...no...everything's fine..."

He really didn't think so. He touched her shoulder gently. "Happy birthday, mom," he said quietly. They wished one another happy birthday on the kids' birthdays to remind themselves of the day their family grew.

She smiled a little. "You too, dad."

xxxxx

After Sam and the girls left for dinner, Quinn sat down on the couch between her sons.

"Movie tonight, boys?" she asked them. Joseph paused their game.

"Horror? No chick flick, right?" he asked her.

"Something funny..." Jasper offered.

"Let's see..." Effortlessly, she got the boys to turn off the game and check the TV for on-demand movies. They finally decided on a romantic comedy that they had heard good things about. Quinn offered to make some popcorn.

Heading to the kitchen, she stopped suddenly. "Why don't I call up Auntie Rach to see if she wants to come over with Ari and Andy and Jasp why don't you call Maragold and invite her over?"

The boys looked at one another, sharing some silent communication. Joseph nodded (more time to spend with Arielle), and Jasper pulled out his phone to text Maragold. Quinn called Rachel from the kitchen. Rachel agreed wholeheartedly to the idea (she wanted to get out of the house), but it would only be her and Arielle, Andrew was with his friends at some sporting overnight get-together.

Rachel and Arielle, and soon thereafter Maragold, arrived at the farm. The kids got comfortable on the couches in the family room while Quinn and Rachel put together some snacks for them all.

"So many hormones raging in that room!" Rachel said, glancing over her shoulder. "The boys are hardly speaking to the girls; they're talking to each other. So much tension!"

"Tension? Surely not."

"Have you forgotten Ari and Joey's little getaway, Quinnie? Trust me, there is tension there," Rachel said, smirking. Quinn frowned. "C'mon, girlfriend, you know it's going to happen one of these days...it might as well be between those two. I trust Joseph not to hurt Arielle. And she loves him to pieces."

Quinn followed Rachel's gaze. The girls were now sitting with the son they liked, laughing about something.

"So...how'd it go with Sam today?"

Quinn sighed. "The same...he brought the girls flowers and pretty necklaces. I'm such a fool...it made me cry."

"Did he say anything to you? Or just the normal grunting?"

Quinn recalled Sam following her into the kitchen, touching her shoulder. "Just the normal..."

They finished up in the kitchen and retreated to the family room, causing all four teens to suddenly become totally quiet. Quinn and Rachel shared the third couch after passing around snacks and turning down some of the lights and started the movie. After the rom-com, the kids talked Quinn and Rachel into watching a new thriller so they replenished their snacks and settled in for the second show. Both Quinn and Rachel noticed all four kids flinching at the scary parts and finally the boys holding the girls' hands.

xxxxx

Sam and his girls were having a blast at the cheerleading competition. Dinner had been a lot of fun; he enjoyed spending time with his little ladies and showing them off. They were naturally beautiful...so Quinn-like. They used their best manners at dinner, and he hoped they knew he was proud of them...he didn't want to embarrass them by saying it out loud, since they were now "big girls," according to Jasmine.

"Well, bigger...you still have a few years 'til you're my grand old age," Sam said, laughing.

The cheerleading competition was held on the grounds of Vanderbilt University at the multipurpose recreational facility. Teams from around central Tennessee were competing that day with Vanderbilt, as hosts, not competing but doing their routine. Juliet and Jasmine were very fired up about this. They sat on each side of Sam but mostly stood to do the cheers and dances. At the intermission, Sam and the girls went down to the main floor to meet up with others from their local gym. He saw Katy and waved a bit. She came over to talk to them. She was volunteering that day, helping the TTC squad. An announcement was made for any guest to meet on the floor to learn a new routine. Sam's daughters squealed with excitement and he let them run off with Katy to do their thing.

He was speaking to the other parents gathered at the sideline when he heard the chorus of voices calling him.

"Mr. Evans!"

"Sam!"

"Daddy!" That voice stood out the most clear, urgent and in pain. Juliet was crying for him.

xxxxx

Rachel jumped at a gory shock-you scene on the giant TV and latched onto Quinn. In the flashes of light, she saw Arielle and Maragold also flinch with both boys holding onto them tightly, yet laughing. She thought she heard Maragold squeal. Then, Quinn's phone vibrated on the coffee table. She glanced at it, seeing an old picture of Sam and all four kids hanging on him. She disentangled herself from Rachel and took her phone to the kitchen to answer his call.

"What's up?" she said by means of hello. "Are the girls having fun?"

She could hear a lot of commotion in the background on Sam's end. A doctor was being paged overhead. A clang of metal on metal.

"Uh, Quinn...don't freak out, please...but we're at Vanderbilt hospital..."

"What?" Quinn slumped onto one of the bar stools. "What's going on?"

Sam cleared his throat. Before he could answer, she nearly screamed at him...Sam!

"Juliet broke her arm," he mumbled finally. "She's in surgery." No sugar-coating it.

"Oh my god," Quinn said, rubbing her forehead. "How bad? Is she okay? Where are you? I'm on my way!"

She ended the call without waiting for any more information from Sam and rushed into the family room.

"Pause the movie!" she said, on edge. "Rach, Juliet's hurt...I need to go to Vanderbilt..."

All chattering stopped, and the movie was stopped.

"What happened, mom?" Jasper asked.

Quinn was flustered. "I-I don't know...your dad called and said Juliet broke her arm and she's at Vanderbilt and she's in surgery...Rachel?"

Rachel had jumped up and was at Quinn's side. "I'll call Finn and have him come over here...I'll take you to Vanderbilt."

Joseph and Jasper came over to Quinn.

"Should we come with you?" Joseph asked her, hating her worried expression. Jasper put his arm around her shoulders.

"We can go too, mom," he said quietly.

Quinn sniffed back some tears. "No, you all stay here and finish your movie; Finn will be over soon."

Within the next few minutes, the four teens were standing on the front porch watching Rachel tear down the drive with Quinn.

Joseph turned to Jasper.

"You two stay here on the porch; hit me up if anyone comes down the lane," he said brusquely to his little brother. He picked up Arielle's hand. "I'm gonna show Ari that new equipment dad bought for the gym."

"New...?" Jasper asked, confused, but then saw Joseph wink. "Yeah, okay."

Joseph knew this opportunity was sent from Up Above. He knew that his sister would be fine; he had broken his wrist at an even younger age than her, even had surgery to set the break, and he turned out fine. He pulled Arielle through the house to the back door, loving how she was giggling. On the back deck, next to the shimmering pool, she stopped him.

"Are you sure this is okay? I mean, my dad will be here soon..."

"I overheard your mom talking to him...he can't get here until he finds someone to watch his restaurant place," Joseph informed her. "C'mon..."

He flashed an irresistible smile at her, and she smiled too. They held hands and made their way to the gym.