Someone remind me not to create new stories without finishing my other ones, I apologize deeply! Also for those reading my Pirouette story, I'm currently working on the second chapter, sorry~ I just got back to school and I'm super busy. Also this chapter is super full of gore, character death and uh suicide, so just beware.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee, the characters, blah blah blah etc.

Sam was completely and utterly at a lost as to what to do. Quinn's murderous ex boyfriend was out on the loose and could possibly be on their way here and with that knowledge Quinn was a mess. He had trouble dealing with messes. He stared at Quinn, her trembling hands tried to call her parents. He took the phone from her, ignoring her request to dial her parents and dialed someone he hadn't talked to in a while.

"Finn?" They hadn't really spoken since the whole you stole my girlfriend debacle back in High School and they really only said Hey to each other when Sam was introduced again as Rachel's husband and star basketball player.

"Sam?" His tone was clearly surprised. Quinn stood next to him, staring at him and at a loss as to why Sam would be calling Finn. Her hands clung to his arm.

"We need your help, you have an Uncle in the police force in Lima, right?"

"Yeah I do, he's actually the Sergeant, but what's happening?"

"Daniel has escaped from Jail… and there is a high chance that he might be coming to the lake house."

"Listen, I'll get in touch with him and tell him what's happening. I'm gonna grab Rach and we're gonna head over."

"Right, thanks Finn."

"No problem, Sam." He gave the phone back to Quinn and she sighed a little. There was a large screech and she jumped, her nails digging into Sam's arm. He winced and in the distance a blue BMW pulled up. She sighed and ran to it. Sam followed close behind, looking over his shoulder. He felt like someone had been watching them. Judy stepped out of the BMW, surprised at Quinn's reaction and pulled her into a hug when she reached her. She trembled in her arms and her immediate reaction was that Sam did something.

"What's wrong? Did Sam do something to you?" She asked softly, but there was a bit of steel in it. Quinn shook her head, leaning back to look up at her. Judy pushed her Chanel sunglasses to the top of her head and looked in between Sam and Quinn, both of their faces had defeated looks on them. She opened her mouth to say something but when Sam stepped forward, she stopped.

"Daniels… Daniel's escaped." Sam struggled to say, his eyes on Quinn's trembling figure. Judy snapped into mother mode then and grabbed Quinn, pulling her inside the house. Sam grabbed her bags and put them into the guest room. He walked back to their room where he suspected Quinn would be, but he found Judy sitting back against the headboard with Quinn's head on her shoulder. They talked quietly and Sam almost smiled at the situation. He hadn't seen Quinn and Judy like this before, and he sort of felt a bit of pride that he had been the cause of it. Judy and Quinn's relationship had changed dramatically since that night Judy came to watch. It was like they actually started to understand each other. He heard a knock on the door and both women sat upright.

He made his way to the door and opened it carefully. Sergeant Hudson was standing in the doorway, Finn and Rachel behind him and a couple of police offers behind them. Sergeant Hudson looked like an older version of Finn and it was pretty scary how much they looked alike.

He opened the door wide and Quinn ran into Rachel's arms. Judy pulled the girls back into the bedroom while the men moved to the living room. Sam looked between Finn and his Uncle, unsure as to how to start. His Uncle cleared his throat and looked at Finn.

"When you said Daniel had escaped, Rachel thought she should get some of Quinn's clothes just in case she was going to go somewhere else." Finn was nervous, and angry at the same time. Sam noticed as he clenched and unclenched his fists. "We went to the apartment and it was trashed, completely trashed. So, we made sure that no one was there and had a look around and we found these." He handed Sam what seemed to be a stack of letters, all addressed to Quinn. He flipped them over. No return address.

"Let me guess." Sam muttered, opening them. The police already had looked through them, Finn Uncle's told him. It didn't make a difference that the police had gone through them, they led nowhere. They were all threats. Disgusting threats. He handed them back. "I don't want her seeing them." Finn understood and nodded, handing them back to his Uncle. He tucked them away in his jacket. Sam sat back in his chair, rubbing his temple. This was all too much. Since when did his life become a fucking soap drama?

"There will always be two policeman on patrol at all times. They're taking shifts. I will be back in the morning to overlook everything and we'll go from there." Finn's Uncle murmured, standing up. Sam got up and shook his hand.

"Thank you." The Sergeant nodded and patted Finn on the shoulder before leaving. He sat back down and ran his hands over his thighs.

"Finn can you call Puck? I think he needs to be here too." Sam murmured to him and Finn nodded, leaving the room.

Sam often enjoyed the silence, the comfort of being in an empty room and not having to talk or to move. He had often been alone, well he had been alone most of his life and comforted the feeling, but this was different. He wasn't alone anymore, he had Quinn and this was a rare occasion where he didn't want to talk or to think. He got up and moved to the fireplace, poking it and sat down on the floor in front of it. He watched it crackle, the hissing and pop of the twigs burning was oddly comforting.

"Hi." He looked up and Quinn was standing beside him. She was now changed into one of his tees and a pair of pajama pants.

"Hey, come sit." He slid his legs open and she sat down in between them, leaning her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Sorry about before… that was really ugly. I don't know why I got so emotional." He shook his head and kissed her neck. She let out a sigh at his touch.

"No… it's okay. Daniel's hurt us before and we don't want to be hurt again. It's okay." She turned to look up at him, her hands on his knees.

"Are you okay?" He nodded, a soft smile spreading on his face.

"I am now." She leant up and kissed him softly. Her fingers lingering on his chin and rubbed the stubble that had now started to grow.

"You know I've never seen you with a beard." He laughed and rubbed his chin against her cheek. She bit her lip to stop a soft moan escaping her lips. That stubble did strange things to her.

"Do you want to see me with a beard?"

"I don't know… it'll make you look all grown up and more handsomer." He laughed, pressing his face into her hair to hide his grin.

"Scared someone's going to try and steal me because I'm handsomer?" He murmured and she slapped him on the thigh. He laughed and kissed her earlobe. The door suddenly slammed and Sam jumped to his feet, Quinn clutching onto him. Puck came racing through, completely drenched.

"Why am I the last to know about this!" He shouted and Quinn sighed, ducking her head into Sam's good shoulder. Why the hell wasn't the door locked?

"Fucking hell Puck, we're on high alert here! You can't just come storming through." Sam almost shouted. Puck stepped forward.

"Well give me an answer, Evans." Sam frowned. What the fuck was his problem?

"Look it's been a rough day, Puck. Don't make it worse." Sam said in a softer tone. Puck rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. He left the room and Sam sighed, rubbing his hand up and down Quinn's arm.

"Hey let's go to bed." Sam murmured softly and she nodded, leading him to the bedroom. He stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed. She crawled into his side, clutching onto him.

"Just don't go anywhere." She whispered into his skin and he ran his hand over her blonde hair, nodding.

"I won't."

Quinn dreamt she was running through the forest and Daniel was chasing after her. She couldn't run any faster, her feet were starting to go slower and slower. She tripped and rolled onto her back, fumbling to get up and tried to figure out what she had tripped over. Her stomach dropped as she realized what she had tripped over. It was Sam and there was blood everywhere.

She woke up, sitting upright and gasping for air. She grasped the sheets, searching for Sam and he was right there. Snoring away. She let out a deep sigh and wrapped her arms around him, snuggling against him.

"Mm…" he moaned and she kissed his neck. "You okay?" He whispered, turning over to his side. She nodded; curling into his chest and quickly fell asleep.

Quinn was up before Sam and headed to the kitchen to find her mum and her dad making breakfast. It was like she was seven again and everything was fine. There were no fights from the night before, the tense moments as she waited for the next glass to break. It was one of those rare moments where she saw her parents were actually happy, but she stared at them. She guessed she really didn't know how they were anymore, since she moved away and didn't really speak to them. Well, she had a reason then not to and she had no excuse now. She carefully watched as her mother bumped into him, letting out a soft laugh before heading into the dining room. She looked back at her father and he was staring at her.

His eyes were the only feature Quinn had inherited from him. Well maybe the manipulative part of him too when she was a teenager, but she cursed when people said she looked more like her father. When she thought of her father she thought of late nights, cigar smoking and glasses breaking, plates flying. She cringed at the thought of it now. He gave her a smile and followed behind Judy. She felt something on the pool of her back and she turned to the side, expecting Sam to give her a kiss, but when she felt rough lips she pulled back immediately, her eyes snapping open. Puck was leaning over her, grinning.

"After all these years I still have that affect on you." She groaned and whacked him on the chest, walking away from him. Puck the sensitive who told you I loved you in a sandbox was not here today and what she guessed, he was never coming back. She turned her head to watch him walk behind her, slapping her ass as he made his way to the dining room. The appeal for her to have him was there a long time ago, but it was gone. It was sort of that forced, you had my baby, and we should be together type thing that really did not go down very well. She made herself some coffee and headed back to bed to find Sam sitting up over the side of the bed, taking painkillers.

"You're not supposed to be taking those!" Quinn said in an angry whisper. He jumped at the voice of her. "You were supposed to stop two days ago." She took the bottle from him and the bottle was completely empty. It was meant to be three quarters empty as per the instructions the doctor told them.

"Sorry." He muttered. She sat down beside him, annoyed and concerned at the same time.

"How much does it hurt?"

"Sometimes it feels like I'm being shot repeatedly, but sometimes I don't know I feel fine." He murmured, staring at the hands in his lap. She sighed and took one of his hands, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

"Maybe we should go see the doctor again." He shook his head and she sighed, kissing his good shoulder. "Come on, come have some breakfast." He nodded and she led him through to the dining room. He sat down by Judy and she sat beside her Dad. Finn and Rachel were somewhere. She looked up and he was talking to Judy, his face soft and comfortable. He was always at ease with her family when she wasn't. He would always been there to make atmosphere seem light and happy and it was genuinely just because they wanted to be polite in front of a guest, they really thought he was family. She can imagine him and his mum, sitting silently together as they held what could be a miniature version of himself, gurgling in his arms.

"Quinn?" Sam noticed Quinn's daydream daze on her face when her mother called her. He almost wanted to laugh because the expression on her face was somewhat between her tongue almost about to fall out of her mouth and eyes looking dead. She shook her head and took the plate her mother was offering to her and sat up straighter. He noticed that he saw Puck staring at her out of the corner of his eye. He watched Finn and Rachel outside sitting on the grass with each other. There was a knock on the door and Puck got up to get it. Sam leant back in his chair and smiled over at Quinn who wiggled her eyebrows at him while she ate her bacon. Sam's smile faded when Puck came into the room, his face sullen and Sergeant Hudson standing behind him looking as grave. He stood up and Quinn did too.

"What? What?" Quinn asked desperately. He looked over her head at Judy and Russell, both staring at the Sergeant.

"The house has been significantly…" He struggled to find the right word.

"Trashed." Puck muttered and Sam shot him a look.

"We need you folks to head back down to the house, we need to keep you close to the station." Russell nodded, heading through the house and Sam watched Quinn just… shake. He walked around the table, gripped her hand and pulled her to the bedroom. He shut the door and locked it, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"It's going to be okay, he just needs us to be closer okay? Everything will be okay." She nodded despite herself and he handed her some jeans and one of his flannel shirts. He put on a tee and some jeans and headed out the door. Sam threw off his sling and got into the car, Quinn, Puck, Rachel and Finn all packing into it and Judy and Russell going in the police cruiser. Sam followed the cruiser down the narrow path and back onto the main highway, keeping his eye on Quinn. She was staring out the window just as rain started to pick up. He sighed and looked back at the road, keeping a steady distance between him and the patrol car.

Suddenly the car was shifted to the left, a large force hitting against them and he swung on the wheel. He looked to the right and there was a car pushing against theirs. He tried to push back against it, but the other car was a SVU and clearly had more on them. What the fuck was going on?

"It's Daniel!" Rachel shouted. They all turned to look, but before Sam could try and steer the car back he slammed hard against them again. Sam couldn't control the car and they veered off the highway and through the forest, slamming through thin trees. Sam tried to hit on the brakes but nothing happened. He saw a large tree up ahead and tried to steer away from it. The back clipped it and it sent them rolling. Everything went black.

Quinn could feel a tingling sensation in her fingers. She groaned and opened her eyes. They were upside down and she looked at the roof. A small pool of blood was there. She turned to the left to try see Sam but he wasn't in the car. She saw the windshield and the glass was completely smashed. She heard another groan and looked back. Finn was waking up.

"Finn…" Quinn groaned and he looked up at her. Her appearance must have been ghastly because the surprise look she got from made her cringe. "You okay?" He nodded and reached up to unclip his seatbelt. He fell, a small groan escaping his lips. Quinn did the same and saw Finn was doing it for Rachel. She dragged herself out of the car, kicking the glass of her now destroyed passenger window so she could get out. She tried to use her arm to get up but pain stung through it and she used her other arm to get up. She frowned when she saw a trail of blood leading from Sam's side of the car to somewhere off. She turned and saw Rachel and Finn leaning over Puck.

"Is he okay?" Quinn asked, a bit dazed. Rachel looked up at her, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"He's not breathing."

Sam couldn't feel anything. His face felt numb, his body felt numb, but every time he felt a blow he felt the sharp pins and needles.

"Fucking bastard!" He heard as he felt a kick to his stomach, making Sam double over in pain. He felt being rolled onto his back and he opened his eyes. Daniel stood over him. He looked horrible. Beard. Shaved head. He looked ruined. Sam tried to get one more look before he passed out.

Quinn fell to her knees as Finn worked, pumping Puck's chest. She couldn't breathe. It was like she was drowning. She felt like she was drowning as she watched Puck die in front of her. He couldn't die. It's just no way. That doesn't happen to her friends. This whole situation doesn't happen to people like her. People like her that like to watch movies and too much television.

Blood was streaming down from a cut on Puck's eyebrow and all she can think about is about he used that eyebrow to seduce so many times in High School. She felt the vomit rise in her throat. Rachel sat beside her, crying and Finn sat back, exhausted. Quinn looked at Finn who looked defeated, sweat mixing with the rain on his face and then she looked at Rachel. Rachel couldn't bear to look at Puck anymore and fell into Finn's lap, crying into his neck. Quinn got up and tried herself, blowing into his mouth, almost kissing the lips she had touched only just this morning and pumped his chest with her semi broken wrist, but nothing worked. He didn't come back. She stared at his face, beads of rain dripping down over his cuts. He was beautiful. He reminded her of big kind bear, that everyone was scared of.

"Wake up. Wake up." She chanted, shaking his face but it did nothing. She felt arms around her, pulling her back but she tried to break free. She turned and it was Rachel. She wrapped her arms around her and cried.

"Where's Sam?" She heard Finn murmur and she looked around, trying to see him. She had saw the blood earlier. Had he not been wearing his seatbelt? They really didn't smash head onto something so the force shouldn't have forced him out. She remembered him clipping his seatbelt in and waiting for everyone else to before he drove off. She looked down at Puck, yearning not to leave him, but she had to go find Sam.

"Go, I'll stay with him." Rachel murmured and Finn helped Quinn up. They walked in the rain, trying not to remember what had just happened.

"Is this a dream?" Quinn whispered as she fell into step beside him as they walked through the forest.

"I wish." Finn muttered back.

"None of you should have been there, it should have been just Daniel and me and now Puck's dead? How can he be dead? He's Puck!" Quinn whispered. She felt his arm around her shoulders and they haltered, noticing Sam lying on his back, completely motionless and Daniel standing over him, holding a gun.

"Daniel please." Quinn whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Daniel snapped his head up to look in the direction and he turned the gun towards her and Finn. She didn't even flinch. She moved forward but Finn grabbed her good wrist, pulling her back. She just stared at Sam, waiting for him to move.

"You need to stop this." She continued and he frowned. She took step towards him and she noticed his hand shaking the gun. "You don't want this."

"I just wanted you!" He shouted at her. His face looked like an animal. Teeth bare, eyes blown like he had been doing drugs and his nose was flared.

"I know you did." She said gently. Finn looked at her, amazed at how calm she was. Her green eyes were tired and worn. She was exhausted and she just wanted it to end.

"I love you." Daniel said, the gun moving to Sam who still hadn't moved since Quinn and Finn arrived. Quinn flinched, she didn't know how to respond to this. If she lied to him and he knew it, he could get seriously angrier or if she said she didn't he would be the same.

"I know." She whispered, hoping it was a good enough answer. Daniel aimed the gun in her direction again and looked down at Sam.

"I'm not going back to jail. I don't want to go to prison." Daniel stared at Finn and Quinn, both covered in blood and soaked by the rain. He stared once more at Quinn. He aimed it straight at her. He wanted to kill her. He wanted her to pay for what she had done to him. To all the suffering she had caused him. He shook his head and pressed the barrel to his temple, squeezing the trigger.

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