Chapter 14~First

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A/N: Sorry for the delay...you might need to read ch 13 to refresh your memory...Quinn's secret was unleashed, Sam found out and left her house.

She called him. She texted him. She looked for him at Pritchett's. She even stalked his house a few times. He refused to talk to her. She was not aware of it, but he was keeping an eye on her, as well. Finally, in frustration, she put her grocery delivery service on hold.

There was nothing else for her to do besides write. And write she did. She began writing the tale of her senior year, beginning with her downfall into hell with a group called the Skanks. The woman who had adopted her daughter was back on the scene at that time...it was as if she was trying to make Quinn's life miserable by allowing Noah Puckerman to visit their daughter but not her. She had worked out a lot of her anger in therapy but still some bubbled below the surface every once in awhile and it helped to write it out.

Her name and picture were in the news for the week after the Fourth. All that was known about her whereabouts, though, was that she was in Charleston, South Carolina. The tabloids were having a heyday digging up what they could about her; a lot of times, she ignored what was being said on the internet and news channels. She knew Sam had to be seeing this stuff and that bothered her. Signa wanted her to go on a short book tour soon to promote the series revolving around the pregnancy and drum up interest in the new series. She still was undecided about that and had to give it more thought.

As July drew to a close, she decided to change her entry code at the gate to Sully's Paradise. She had seen him the night before, parked a couple blocks away, sitting on her beach, staring out at the ocean. She sat in darkness on her front porch, waiting to see if he'd come talk to her. The night grew chilly, though he still sat there. She finally went inside and locked up, turning off all the inside lights. Upstairs, from her bedroom, she looked out at the beach once more, but he was gone.

Two days later, he sent her a text message. Can we talk please?

She sighed but ignored it. She had been ready to talk to him, to air all this out, but now she was being stubborn. She'd make him wait.

Another two days slid by quietly. She was in the kitchen preparing her supper meal when she heard Selena Gomez start singing from her office...Sam's ringtone. She was dumbfounded for a couple minutes, then ran upstairs to find she missed his call. Then, her phone buzzed on her desk. Quinn, talk to me and then another message please. She sat there staring at her phone, her finger poised over the reply button. Another message came in: I can't believe you locked me out.

She did hit reply then and said: YOU locked ME out, Sam Evans!

Her phone was quiet for a few minutes.

Let me apologize to you in person, Quinn.

She looked at the message, not knowing how to respond.

I miss you so bad. Her eyes teared up. She missed him too but had her work to occupy her time. She didn't know what he had been doing except for creeping down to her beach to watch the ocean until she changed her code on the gate.

She listened to the voicemail he left while she was in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Quinn," was what he had said, his voice tired, full of sorrow in just those three words.

She texted him back. Not tonight.

He was silent in his reply.

xxxxx

"Talk to the boy, Q," Santana said from New York City.

Quinn had finally called her to fill her in on the latest developments.

"Let him apologize so you two can get back to doing whatever it is you do," she said.

"I tried to talk to him...the day this all went public...he left here without ever saying a word to me. I get that he was upset but he acted like a big baby!" Quinn protested.

Santana paused. "So, he was acting his age then?"

Quinn sighed. "Yep. You're right. And I suppose I need to act my age, right?"

"Well..."

"Maybe I want to be immature and ignore him now?" Quinn was on the brink of tears yet again. "Maybe I just want to be alone in my house for awhile. I gotta go..." She hung up before any more advice came from the Latina. She just wasn't feeling it.

She decided to draw a bubble bath and relax the night away there. She double-checked her doors downstairs, grabbed an ice-cold wine cooler, and headed upstairs, plucking a smutty novel from her office to read while she soaked plus her cell phone.

In her spa-like bathroom, she lit some candles, set her book, wine cooler, and phone on the floor, and turned on some light music in her bedroom, then slipped out of her shorts and t-shirt and into the bubbles.

The room was steamy, the water warm. The stress and worry she had been dealing with lately seemed to literally melt away into the bubbles. She cracked open the wine cooler and read from her book a bit, then propped up her bath pillow on the ledge and rested her head on it, closing her eyes.

She let her mind wander to her and Sam, how they met, their first date, first kiss, the night in his boss' office...she missed him...a lot and couldn't deny it.

She heard a floorboard creak in her bedroom. Her eyes flew open and focused on the bathroom door as she pushed herself up from the bubbles. She first saw scuffed sneakers, baggy faded jeans, a Hulk t-shirt, then Sam's blue eyes and his messy blonde hair, complete with a couple twigs poking out here and there.

"Sam?!" Her voice was a bit screechy, but, in all fairness, he had scared her by just suddenly appearing there.

"I-I had to see you, Quinn," he said quietly. "I let myself in. Please don't be mad. I just-just wanted to talk..."

She sat in her tub, her arms covering her front, speechless. He reached for the towel she had set out and unfolded it.

"Please...Quinn..." He stepped forward. "Please talk to me..."

She nodded ever so slightly, and he held out his hand to her. She stood up and let him fold her into the fluffy towel.

Once out of the tub, he held her tightly in the towel on the bath mat.

"I'm...so sorry, Quinn," he mumbled, his voice breaking.

"No...I'm sorry, Sam...I shouldn't've kept all that stuff from you and then you found out the worst way possible..."

"I should've talked to you...I should've realized you had a life before me...I just...I just was freaking out, I guess...I guess I thought you had no life before me," Sam said to her.

She chuckled. "I get it...I understand, Samuel."

She looked up at him; his lips quivered. Then, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. The towel was trapped between them when she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him back. She felt something in the back of his hair...a twig.

"Sam? You have...sticks...in your hair..." She then realized his face was smudged with dirt.

"Um..." Sam started. "It's how I got here...through the nature preserve to your backyard...I needed to find a way to get to you..."

She pressed her body against his, his hands caressing her back, down to her ass.

"You scared the shit out of me, Sam Evans," she mumbled to him, kissing him again. She tugged at the Hulk shirt, pulling it off him and letting it drop to the floor.

"I'm really sorry...you locked me out and I couldn't even sit on your beach...I know you saw me," he said to her, his hands now cupping her face.

"Only once..."

"I was out there a lot, until you changed your code. I didn't know how...how to come up to you..."

Her hands coursed over his body, familiar territory to her. She placed her hands on his pecs again.

"You have hair on your chest now..." she said. He smirked a bit. She traced the few brownish-gold hairs there. They matched the ones at his bellybutton, disappearing into his jeans. Her fingers unbuttoned his pants. She glanced up at him and her tongue slipped over her lips just barely.

"Is this okay?" she asked. In the back of her mind, she found it comical that she asked his permission when he had broken into her home.

He nodded.

She was now dry and wasn't planning on making out in her bathroom. Gently, she walked him backward into her bedroom until the back of his knees touched her mattress. She then unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his legs. She glanced down at his boxers, her eye stopping on his wonderful...turtle?

She squatted down to get eye level with his man bits, then stood back up.

"Really, Sam? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" she asked him.

"Mhmm...Raphael is my fave..." he mumbled to her, his hands now on her breasts.

Kissing him, she said against his lips, "I want you to take me, Sam..."

He paused in his kissing. "Take you where?"

Close enough that their noses were touching, she looked him in the eye. "You're kidding, right?"

He was totally clueless. She took his hands and turned him around so that her bed was behind her now.

"I want you...to take me to bed, Samuel," she purred. "We need to make up for lots of lost time..."

He looked a bit uncertain but allowed her to push the Ninja Turtles briefs down his legs. She sat on the bed and scooted up to the pillows, beckoning him with her forefinger. Nervously, he climbed onto her bed, between her legs, lying above her, kissing her softly.

She loved how he felt over her; his weight was perfect. Their skin together was something she had been longing for. One of his legs was between her legs, as if he was afraid to lay directly over her.

He suddenly stopped his kissing and looked down at her.

"I just want you to know that this is not why I came here tonight. I've wanted this to happen for some time but I came here to apologize and talk to you and just...just see you, Quinn..." His words spilled out on top of one another. She was all too aware of his erection between them, poking her stomach.

She cupped his face in her hands, then moved her hands to his shoulders. "I understand, Sam...I'm so glad you're here..."

He backed off her to retrieve his jeans from the floor and pulled out his wallet. She saw a flash of yellow in his hand. He sat on the end of the bed, his back to her, and she heard the condom wrapper rip open.

"God, I hope I'm doing this right," he mumbled. She watched his arms working at his middle, him slumped over watching himself. She could hear a bit of the rubber as he rolled it down onto himself.

He finally turned around and moved back over her. "Sorry it took me so long...kinda new to this..."

She had to giggle at that and also because he was nibbling her neck. He moved between her legs, fully laying over her now. She reached between them and stroked his cock a bit.

"You did a fine job..." she whispered.

She brought her knees up around him, anxious to get started.

He bent down to her, kissing her full on the mouth, passionately, dropping his hips to hers. She could feel him, hard, pressing against her vagina, trying to find entrance. He was close but not close enough. She lifted her hips to help him and he moaned, his forehead against hers.

"No, no, no, no..." he mumbled to himself. "Oh god, the Falcons were about to win the game, only needed a touchdown, threw a Hail Mary pass down the field, intercepted, time ran out, and - ohhhh dammit..."

His hips rocked against her, making contact but only enough to send him over the edge...way too soon.

Quinn didn't need to ask him what had happened; she felt the hot fluid on her belly, trapped in the condom. He looked at her finally, eyes wide with disbelief.

"God, I'm so-"

"It's okay, Sam...it happens...we'll take a breather and try again..."

She could feel the heat burning in his cheeks even in the semi-darkness of her room.

He rolled over next to her, his arm covering his face.

"I just keep letting you down..." he said to her. She lay on her side, tracing shapes on his bare chest. "All this time, while you've been dealing with the press and fallout from your identity being uncovered...I've just let you down. I should've listened to you on the Fourth, heard you out, but I ran...like a baby. I've had a month to think about that, letting you down."

He rolled to face her now. "I love you, Quinn. I've loved you since our first kiss. I love everything about you and I know there are parts of you I've yet to learn but I want to love those parts too..."

His hand followed the curve of her waist to her hip to her thigh, pulling her against him.

"Sam..." She paused. The heat from their bodies pressed together, his naked skin against hers, took her breath away. "I love you, too."

She felt him reaching between his legs to pull the used condom off. While he tied that one off and tossed it aside, she pulled another from her nightstand.

This time, she stroked his erection back to life, letting him watch her, then she put the condom on him.

She lay back and let him take his place again between her legs. Her hand found his cock, and she continued stroking him while he kissed her about the face and neck and breasts. Slowly, she rubbed his cock in her folds, feeling him gasp and tremble, then she positioned him at her opening and moved her hand away.

"Now, Sam..." she whispered.

Instinctively, he pressed his hips to hers, his lips momentarily paused as he took in the sensation of entering her for the first time. He moved into her slowly, trying to get accustomed to what he was feeling. Quinn was ready for the friction. His breath was hot on her skin, intermixed with tiny grunts and moans. She looked at his face; his eyes were closed and his long eyelashes lay on his reddened cheeks while he bit down on his lip. There was no sound but their breathing and the rustle of the sheets beneath them.

"Am I...doing okay?" he grunted out. He had begun to move back and forth, slowly but rhythmically. Her eyes were closed now, soaking in the essence of their moment together. Her knees were dropped to the bed while his thrusting started to pick up momentum. He pushed up over her, gazing down at her. She ran her hands down his flushed chest to the muscles working in his abdomen to his slender hips.

"Perfect..." she managed to reply.

Her hands went back up his belly to his chest where she played with his nipples a little, then to his shoulders while he pressed into her hard and close. She gripped his back, feeling those muscles contract, then her hands made their way to his ass, using her fingernails down his back lightly.

He emitted a sound that was a broken ohhhhh while moving in and out of her. She could feel his balls slapping her with each of his thrusts and that in itself was erotic to her. She moved her hips up to his, matching his thrusts, until he buried his face into the side of her neck, sucking her there while his body quaked with the onset of his orgasm.

"I'm gonna lose it..." he mumbled.

The sounds he made as he came into her sent tingles down her spine, straight to that little nub of nerve endings that he was presently still banging against. She arched her back and let herself go. The pleasure she felt was intense, so much better than using her fingers and thoughts. She hadn't been lying when she told him he was perfect. He stayed over her, inside her, as long as he could; she felt all of him when he pulled out of her. He lay down next to her and both were quiet for some time. Quinn rested her hands on her flat belly, drawing her knees up. Eventually, Sam removed the second used condom, tied it, and threw it aside with the first.

"I did okay?" he asked finally.

"No. I never want to see your wiener again," she responded. Then giggled. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm already thinking about our next time, okay?"

He rolled toward her. "Really? There's gonna be a next time?"

"I'd say lots more times..."

She rolled on her side so her back was against his front. He draped his arm over her waist, his fingers playing with her boob, until she realized he was softly snoring. She let herself slide into sleep then, too.

xxxxx

She woke up to an erection pressing into her back. With no words spoken between them, except for when Quinn told him he was good to go after rolling the condom on, they made love again in the middle of the night. This time, Sam held out a little longer and was a little more sure of what to do, at least on top. She loved it when he'd push up over her, staring down at her, and she could see both their bodies connected at that one place. She could see all his muscles working with his breathing and thrusting, the flush over his face and chest, his hair a mess, pupils dilated, lips sometimes clamped together and sometimes falling open.

They were moving together in a passionate rhythm...Quinn was closing in on her orgasm...when he slipped out of her. She groaned at the loss of contact; he stared down at himself in disbelief. His penis was suspended between them both, twitching a little, shiny with sex.

"Back in..." Quinn barked out. He turned his attention to her and kissed her. Her tongue flicked out to touch his, bringing him back to the present moment.

He pushed back into her, slowly, relishing the feeling of entering her, feeling her all around him. He picked up his pace and felt the rush...it was taking no time at all.

With a strong thrust, he grunted into her mouth, pushing himself as far into her as he could.

"Uhhhh..." Another thrust..."uhhhh..." His body shuddered, then tensed up, then relaxed. A final thrust and a final groan and he was spent.

Ripples of pleasure surged through her. At one point, she was pretty sure her legs had gone numb. Everything good radiated from her center and spread through her body. Finally, breathing through it, she came back down to earth, still attached to Sam. She held his face in her hands.

"God, Sam, I don't think it can get better than that..." she whispered.

"Then I need to keep trying..." he replied. "I love you, Quinn, god how I love you."

They finally separated, but he still held onto her.

Just as she began to doze off, a thought struck her.

"Do you need to go home?" she asked him.

He kissed the nape of her neck. "No...I'm spending the night at Mike's." Meaning he was spending the night with her.

A smile played across her lips and she slept deeply, waking to find herself spraddled across his nakedness, the morning light spilling in on them. He awoke also and made love to her once more.