SAM'S ESCAPE

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

SETTING: Quinn's house, Kurt's house

WHO: Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray, others

WHEN: New Year's Eve 2011

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.

When Quinn woke up in Sam's arms on New Year's Eve, she immediately hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to change, knowing if she hung around in bed and woke Sam up the celibacy vow would end right then and there. She got dressed and went upstairs to have breakfast. He joined her about 20 minutes later.

"You were gone when I woke up, Q…" he said quietly.

"I know Sam…not a good idea for me to stay, ya know?" she replied.

"I enjoyed your company last night, though…just to feel you breathing…" he said. "So, one more day of being single. Ya got any plans?"

She smiled at him. "I'd like to spend as much of today with you as possible. Aren't some of your Tennessee relatives getting in early today?"

"I think so…I think a lot of them are staying at the Radisson. So, may I ask you out on a date then? Since your days of being single are nearly over…" he said, smiling and winking at her.

"You may. Where to?" she asked, casting her gaze downward.

"I thought maybe I'd take you to lunch at this fancy little bistro I know of…"

"I would quite enjoy that, sir. Now, though, I'd like to challenge you to a dance off in the man cave," she laughed.

"Ha ha, Quinn, very funny, there is no dancing everin the man cave!" he cried, as she took his hand and pulled him back downstairs. They spent the morning dancing and practicing their songs to one another and then he played video games and she read until they went to lunch.

At the bistro, he opened doors for her and pulled out her chair, everything he'd do on a date.

"Just because we're getting all hitched and everything doesn't mean I'll forget to do these things for you or take you for granted, okay?" he said, taking her hand across the table.

"I know, Sam…we're like each other's built-in dates from here on out, right?"

"Yep…and I totally am getting the better deal," he laughed.

They were both surprised when Jack approached their table. Sam immediately stiffened, wondering what this guy had to say to them.

"Hey Quinn and, um, Sam…I just wanted to tell you both congratulations…" he mumbled and wandered off, not even waiting for a response.

Once he was out of earshot, Quinn told Sam that she had heard Jack had got the girl he was dating pregnant.

"Really? That seems to be going around, doesn't it?" Sam said. Maybe that'll finally make him stop obsessing over Quinn he thought.

They went on to finish their lunch, receiving various congratulations from people Quinn worked with. They also told Quinn that Angela, who had trained her, had had her baby, a little boy. "She plans on being back to work in about 6 weeks," Quinn's boss told her.

"Cool," she said, thinking yippee.

They finished up lunch and returned home to find some of Sam's Tennessee relatives there.

"Cool Q! Looks like my mom's side of the family is here," he said, recognizing the cars in the driveway. "Oh awesome! Uncle Drew is here! Blaze rode with him!"

They parked on the street and Sam practically ran up to the house. He waited on Quinn at the door and they went in together.

Quinn had never seen so many people in the front living room. They were all talking but when she and Sam burst in it became somewhat chaotic. She stood off to the side as they all pulled Sam into big hugs. One boy stood out to her, about Sam's age, with black hair and deep blue eyes, built a lot like Sam.

She heard Sam say, "Blaze! So good to see you, man!" Then, he hugged the black-haired boy. So this is Blaze…my god, they just grow handsome boys in the south apparently she thought.

"You must be the love of Sammy's life? Quinn?" the oldest lady in the room said to Quinn, taking her hand. "I'm Sam's grandmother Stone, Sara's mother. You can call me Jess."

"Yes ma'am, I'm Quinn. Welcome to Lima!" Quinn said, a little overwhelmed by all the action and all the people who already knew one another.

"It is so nice to meet you. We were a little surprised to receive the wedding invitation that Samuel was getting married but overjoyed to say the least. He's the first of his cousins to take this step, you know. Oh, this is my better half, Shane," Grandma Stone said, introducing her husband. And this is where Sam gets his good looks Quinn thought, noticing the same facial structure, eyes, lips, and blush that made Sam so unique to her.

"Just call me Grampa, like all the rest of 'em!" he said cheerfully. "Lovely home you have here, Quinn. It is so nice to meet the girl who stole Sammy's heart. And I can see exactly how that happened." He winked at her and Grandma Stone playfully slapped his arm.

"Oh Shane! You big flirt!" she said, giggling.

"Okay! Okay! Everyone!" Sam hollered, trying to quiet the room, making his way over to Quinn and throwing an arm over her shoulders. "This is my bride-to-be, Quinn…don't everyone attack her at once!" Too late, they were all on her now, trying to introduce themselves, hug her, look at her ring.

"Personal space people!" he yelled again, laughing. "Group yourselves together and I'll introduce you that way." The people in the room shifted around together and finally quieted down.

"Okay," Sam said, pointing to the group to his left, "this is Aunt Julie (my mom's sister) and her husband Kevin and their son John." He pointed to the next group of people. "This is my Aunt Jenn (my mom's sister) and her husband Harry and their two kids Erin and Britney; they're twins." At the next couple, he said, "This is my Aunt Sabrina (my mom's sister) and her husband Dave." At the final group of people, he said, "And, this is my Uncle Drew (my mom's brother) and his wife Alli and their kids Paul, Kourtney, and Allison. And that last freak of a dude is my old friend Blaze."

Quinn managed a smile and a 'hello' and told them sorry if she messed up their names, which was a high probability. In her mind, she was trying to make mental notes on whose kids went with whom. JKJ was Julie, Kevin, and John. Jenn and Harry had the two red-headed twin girls, Erin and Britney. Sabrina and Dave had no kids and looked to be important business-type people. Sam clearly was closest to his Uncle Drew. They had the three kids, one boy and two girls. The one girl seemed to be staying close to Blaze.

Sam glanced at the clock on the wall, almost 2:30 p.m. "So, Quinn and I need to be at the church at 4 for rehearsal…anyone wanna play PS3?"

The boys were totally into that and followed Sam to the kitchen before retreating to the man cave.

"We can go watch them, ladies," Quinn said to the girls. They followed the boys to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks and headed to the man cave, leaving the adults to catch up upstairs.

Downstairs, Sam had to close up his sofa bed so there'd be enough seating. His friend Blaze managed to get him relatively alone, at least away from the family.

"So, dude, Quinn is insanely hot! You are one lucky bastard!"

"She's the best, man. Besides the looks, she's smart and kind and just plain freakin' awesome," Sam said. "So, what about you? Anyone special?"

His friend kind of looked down to the floor, shuffling his feet. "Yeah, maybe…"

"Anyone I know?" Sam asked.

"Um, yeah…well, um, I guess Kourt…" he mumbled, glancing her way where she was sitting with Quinn and the other girl cousins on Quinn's bed.

Sam had been fiddling with a controller and dropped it, looking shocked.

"Kourt? My cousin Kourtney?" he asked. She was just a year younger than Sam and they had spent a lot of time growing up together in Tennessee so Sam considered her one of his favorite cousins on the Stone side of his family, though he'd never say that in front of the other cousins.

"Shhh! Dear god Sam…she's right over there!" They both glanced over that way again. "Yeah, man, she's totally cool…"

"How long has this been going on?" Sam said and thought I sound like his damn dad, jesus.

"Like since school ended, I guess. So, is this like your love nest or what?" Blaze said, kind of nudging him with an elbow.

"Well, man cave but soon to be love nest, ya know…" Sam said, chuckling. Quinn will like the love nest better than the man cave he thought.

"You mean you two haven't like…you know…" Blaze asked Sam.

"Seriously dude…what do you think? Wait, where are you staying tonight?" Sam said, wishing he could erase the images involving his cousin and his friend trying to invade his brain.

"Your dad's dropping me off at the hotel to stay with your Uncle Drew, man. The girls are staying here," he said.

Sam scrutinized him, watching him watch Kourtney. "Just don't mess with her man, okay?"

Blaze looked back at him. "I think I'm kinda serious about her, dude."

Sam returned his look. "Just don't hurt her…"

They started playing games while Quinn held court with the girls, all five of them on the bed.

"How long have you known Sam?" one of the red-headed girls asked Quinn.

"Um, more than a year, maybe a year and three months?" Quinn answered.

"Is Sammy a good kisser?" the other red-headed girl asked and they all giggled.

"I'd have to say yes, he is," Quinn said.

They wanted to see Quinn's ring and wanted to know how he proposed to her.

Then, the one Quinn thought was Kourtney (the one who had been standing close to Blaze) told the other three cousins to go play PS3 with the boys, leaving her and Quinn on the bed together.

"So, can I ask you something?" the girl asked Quinn.

"Sure…you're Kourtney, right?" Quinn asked.

"Yep…Sammy's favorite cousin," she smiled. "Don't tell the others though!"

There was a pause in the conversation.

"I guess my boyfriend and I are, well, thinking about, um, doing something, but I'm not sure about it. Does it, like, hurt? That's what I've heard…"

Quinn was shocked that the conversation suddenly turned to sex.

"Isn't your boyfriend Sam's buddy Blaze?" Quinn asked her.

Kourtney glanced down at her hands, then over to Blaze playing some game with Sam. She nodded.

"That's just something personal that you probably need to ask your mom about before going through with it. Just be careful, you know, with protection and stuff," Quinn said, not really knowing how to respond.

"Uh, my mom would totally freak out so talking to her is out of the question. I've read some stuff on the internet…I was just wondering, trying to get a perspective from someone who has actually been there," Kourtney told her.

Quinn looked at her. "All I'm saying is yeah, it hurt." Maybe that would push her in the other direction Quinn thought but who am I to pass judgment or give advice?

"Like, bad?"

Quinn nodded. Kourtney didn't ask her anything about Beth, so Sam's family must not know about that. She probably thinks Sam hurt me the first time Quinn thought.

Sam noticed that Kourtney was sitting with Quinn alone and wondered what they could be talking about. He was still freaking out a little about what Blaze had told him though he wasn't quite sure why since she was the same age he was when he lost his virginity to Quinn. He knew Blaze was a decent guy, at least he had been when Sam had moved to Ohio, so he should be able to trust him with his cousin.

At around 3:30, Quinn told Sam they needed to get dressed for the rehearsal and dinner and make sure his stuff was packed for his party later that night and for the limo. He said all his stuff was still packed and he changed into his dress clothes for the night, dark tan khakis and a white button-up. She had to go to her old room upstairs to pick out a dress. She chose a black dress with a tiny floral print. She sent a quick text to Kurt to see if he had dropped off her dress and accessories and the tuxes to the church; he said he had done that earlier and that the girls were getting ready in the nursery and the guys in the multipurpose room.

Sam and Quinn said their goodbyes to the cousins who were still in the man cave playing games and to the adults and headed over to the church, riding with Sam's parents and siblings.

"Nervous yet Q?" Sam asked her.

"Not yet…you?" she asked.

"Having the family around helps distract me, I guess. I'll be freaking out tomorrow, ya know," he said, smiling.

At the church, they met Minister Atterbury and waited for the rest of the wedding party to arrive. When Mike and Tommy arrived with Tina and Mercedes and Bill and Judy got there, Minister Atterbury said a quick prayer, and they got started on practicing the wedding ceremony. They learned their positions and cues from the music, what the minister would say, who responded when, what Sam and Quinn would say, who would have the rings (tied to the ring bearer's pillow as they trusted Stevie with them), how the kiss was going to go, and then the recessional. After a lot of joshing and joking around and laughter, they tried to put the whole thing together. And then tried it again. And again. Usually, once someone forgot a cue they would remember it the next attempt but then someone else would forget what to do.

"No wonder you need us here for 2 hours," Sam told the minister.

"Practice makes perfect, son," Minister Atterbury responded.

Sam had a nervous moment when he had to stand at the altar and turn to watch Quinn make her way down the aisle. That same feeling came back to him, I won't be able to handle how beautiful she will be tomorrow he thought. Once she was standing there with him, though, he felt okay.

Quinn's nerves kicked in as she exited the nursery and made her way to the back of the sanctuary. When she turned to face the aisle, her mom and Bill on each arm, seeing Sam at the altar made her jittery. By the time she got down to the altar and Bill and her mom said their part, she felt more relaxed standing next to Sam and then holding his hands.

At almost 6, they finally had a near-perfect run-through of the entire ceremony. The minister delivered another quick prayer and then asked Sam and Quinn privately if they were ready for tomorrow. They smiled and said yes, at that point not seeming nervous at all. They asked if the minister wanted to go to dinner with the rest of them, but he had New Year's Eve plans, a midnight service there at the church, so he was resting up for that. He told them to be at the church the next day no later than 12:30.

The group headed over to a local buffet restaurant where the rest of Sam's relatives met them. They made Sam and Quinn sit in the middle of a long table. Once everyone was situated, Sam's dad stood and welcomed the group to Lima and thanked them for being there for the wedding.

Bill stood to toast Sam and Quinn. "To that handsome devil Samuel and my lovely new stepdaughter Quinn…Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, Robert Browning."

Grandpa Stone stood and quoted, "There are three things that last: faith, hope, and love…and the greatest of these is love…I Corinthians 13:13."

Uncle Drew stood and said, "Love means never having to say you're sorry…Love Story."

Sam had reached under the table and was squeezing Quinn's hand. She was afraid to look at him, afraid to see happy tears.

Kourtney stood up and said, "From all the Stone cousins, Sammy and Quinn, we wish you much joy and happiness, now and forever."

Mercedes, Tina, and Kurt stood up and said, "Here's hoping Sam sings Quinn to sleep every night from tomorrow forward…" Quinn smiled, thinking now that would be totally awesome.

Sam's dad stood and delivered the final toast, "When Sam came home from his first date with Quinn, he said she was a sweet girl and could picture himself spending a lot of time with her in the future. His mother and I didn't think he meant being married at that point but in hindsight he probably did without realizing it. Once we met Quinn, not once were we ever skeptical that this girl was the right one for Samuel. Of course, there were bumps in the road getting to this point, which is usually the case for everyone on this journey, but they've seen their way through them and came out stronger because of them. Sara and I don't think of it as losing a son but gaining a daughter. We wish you both the best always. Welcome to the family, Quinn." If there weren't tears before, there were now. The rest of the table started clinking their glasses, chanting kiss, kiss. Sam's cheeks were burning from his blush surprised that his parents remembered him saying that, he wouldn't look up because of the damn tears, but then felt Quinn nudging his forehead with hers, trying to kiss him. The kiss felt so good he slipped her some tongue right there, hopefully so no one could tell. She pulled away and brushed his tears away.

"You've got some too," he whispered, brushing hers away.

When the toasts finally slowed down, they were able to eat and spend some time catching up, sharing lots of memories of young Sam with Quinn.

"Did he tell you he was afraid of cats?" (Their whiskers freak me out Q.)

"What about wetting the bed?" (That never ever happened ever Q.)

"How about the time he stole a roll of Lifesavers on a dare and got caught…when he was 6?" (Um, it was a triple-dog dare! I don't have a record, I don't think.)

"Did you tell her about when Daisy licked you and you peed your pants? Like 5 years ago?" (Daisy was an old mare and her tongue scared the bejesus out of me, so yeah I peed my pants but you would too.)

"I dressed him up as a Disney princess one time with makeup and everything! And there are pictures!" (She was stronger than me and could give me wedgies!)

When his family thought Sam was sufficiently embarrassed, they lightened up on him and let him finish his dinner. Quinn could literally not stop laughing.

Around 9, things were winding down and everyone went to their vehicles. Sam was going with his parents and Quinn was going with Mercedes and Tina to start their respective bachelor/bachelorette parties. They bundled up in their coats since it had been snowing, and he leaned up against her at Mercedes' car.

"So, I won't see you again until tomorrow, right?" he said, kissing her, this time using lots of tongue action. "You just do not know how horny I am right now."

"It's cold out, Sam…" she mumbled, kissing him back just as hard, wanting to pull him to her closer but realizing his family was milling around the cars too. He must've read her mind because he pressed himself up to her so she could feel how horny he was. "God Sam…you're hard…" Just one more night, one more night, one more night she kept thinking.

"I know…tomorrow night…all for you…we made it though," he pushed against her again and then pulled away. "Now I need for this to calm down before I get in the van." He glanced over and caught Blaze kissing Kourtney, more like a peck than what he was doing to Quinn.

"Sam, Blaze, ya ready?" his dad hollered at them. Blaze was riding with Sam's family since they were dropping off Sam's mom and siblings at Quinn's and then going to Kurt's.

At Quinn's, she waved at Sam as they drove off. Tina texted the other girls to come over for their spa night. Sam's mom and siblings and girl cousins were staying upstairs and the girls were having their party in the family room. All the other Stone family had gone to the hotel. Quinn got the snacks and some drinks out and set out the little spa gifts. She ran upstairs to deliver the little gift bags to Sam's mom and sister.

At Kurt's, the guys were starting to get there for some poker and Sam changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Sam filled them in on what he wanted to do for Quinn to many groans.

To his dad, he asked, "Do I have to watch my language tonight?" His dad shook his head no.

"This is what we're doing for Quinn tonight and if you don't like it then too effing bad!" He still wasn't going to let F bombs fly in front of his dad. He asked Kurt where a jam box was so he could pop in the CD with the song he wanted the guys to learn.

"So, you dudes are all in the, uh, glee club?" Blaze asked them. They all nodded.

"Well, Tommy is in the jazz band and Blaine is in the glee club at another school, but yeah, it's kind of our thing," Sam told him, shuffling the deck of cards.

"Cool…do I do anything special with that song then?" he asked.

"Just sing it dude…"

At Quinn's house, the girls were all in their pajamas hanging out in the family room, snacking and gossiping and doing mani's and pedi's. They had also found Quinn's mom's stash of wine coolers so helped themselves to a couple of those apiece, the exception being Rachel.

"So, Quinn, are you ready for tomorrow?" Rachel asked her.

"I am…just a little nervous…ready to get the ceremony done and get to the reception and most definitely the honeymoon!" Quinn said.

"I would think on your honeymoon you'll probably both just sleep, what is there left to do?" Santana asked, painting Brittany's toenails.

"Sam and I have been, um, celibate the last like 34 days…" Quinn said quietly. The rest of the room just sat there and looked at her.

"So, you and Sam…have not been doing it…at all?" Betsy asked her. Quinn shook her head no.

"It's amazing that Sam's nut sack is still intact!" Lauren said.

"Okay, what possessed you two to do something so ludicrous?" Santana asked.

"Well, uh, we kinda got caught…"

The girls all started hooting and hollering at Quinn who blushed deeply.

"Not like red-handed or whatever, just we were somewhere and we didn't expect Sam's parents to show up and thank god the door was locked…" Quinn explained to them. They were all still laughing.

"I can't believe it took that long for something like that to happen for as long as he has lived here!" Tina said. The girls agreed with her.

"So, we decided that after we got married we'd sleep down in the basement-Sam's man cave-but until then we'd have to be…apart," Quinn said.

"Wow…I just don't want to know what Sam's been doing to get through this!" Mercedes said. "On second thought, I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Yeah, well, we've had a couple close calls…" Quinn said. Wanting to change that conversation, she asked Rachel how she was feeling.

"Much better, thank you! Finn and I are keeping the baby!" Rachel told the group. The girls all squealed and crowded around her. "I even have a baby bump starting to show!" She lay down on the floor and ran her fingers over a barely noticeable bump.

Back at Kurt's, the poker game was in full swing and a lot of sports talk going on. Eventually, though, the conversation turned to sex, who had had it, who planned on having it soon, who they wanted to have it with.

"Well, obviously, Sam and Quinn are doing it…" Artie said.

Sam smirked. "Not really…"

"What the fuck man?" Tommy said, looking quickly to Sam's dad who raised his eyebrows but didn't interrupt them.

"We just laid off the sex for the last month or so, that's all…" Sam muttered, dealing the cards. "But, shit, I'm ready for the honeymoon."

The guys laughed.

"Sam's hard up the night before his wedding!" Sam smirked.

"How have your balls not exploded, dude?" Sam shrugged.

"Maybe later you'll get something to help your situation…" Tommy said.

Sam looked at him. "I said no about that," he said quietly. "I fold."

"Too late to call it off…just sayin'," Mike whispered next to him.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. He checked the time, 11:30.

"Listen, dudes, it's time to go to Quinn's…let's run through the song one more time first…" They had thrown together a very quick and easy dance routine and did the song one more time.

"This would be so much easier with alcohol…" Puck mumbled.

Right before the guys left Kurt's, Sam texted Quinn but got no response. He texted Mercedes and Tina, finally getting Mercedes to respond.

Quinn had flipped on the TV at 11:30 so the girls could watch the ball drop at midnight and so she could think of Sam, missing his New Year's kiss. Whose idea was it to get married on January 1st she thought.

Mercedes' phone buzzed at about 11:45. "Hey Q, is your phone on? Sam just texted me…" she said, sending him a message back.

Quinn had been dancing with some of the girls and said what? not really hearing Mercedes.

Mercedes muted the TV.

"What's up girlfriend?" Brittany asked, still doing body rolls for Santana.

"Sam just texted me and said to get our asses out on the front porch…I swear to god he did!" Mercedes said excitedly, turning her phone around to show the others the message.

They grabbed their coats and ran to the front porch. A light snow was falling. They heard a couple vehicles come around the corner of Quinn's street, one of which parked in her driveway and the other was blaring music and was full of loud guys.

The guys spilled out of the vehicles and onto the front lawn in a line with Sam and Artie in the middle. Kurt set his jam box on his Escalade, waiting for his cue to start the music. Sam was glad Blaine had been at the bachelor party; he helped them with the doo-wop parts of the song. Also, his dad had showed them how to do a modified version of the Hustle. By the time they left Kurt's, it didn't look or sound too awful.

Once the girls had calmed down and the guys were in line, Sam said, "Hit it!" Kurt hit 'play' and took his place in the line.

Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Oh goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.

Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,

I hate to leave you, I really must say,
Oh goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.

Well, it's three o'clock in the morning,
Baby, I just can't keep right,

Well, I hate to leave you, baby,
Don't mean maybe, because I love you so.

Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,

I hate to leave you, I really must say,
Oh goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.

Mother oh and your father,
Might hear if I stay here too long,

One kiss and we'll part,
And I'll be going
You know I hate to go.

Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,

I hate to leave you, I really must say,
Oh goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.

Artie covered the lower register notes and Sam the main part of the song and the other guys did backup. Blaze found he actually had fun taking part in the mainly impromptu performance for Quinn and her girlfriends. Sam's mom, siblings, and girl cousins heard the commotion and came downstairs to watch also. Sam had explained to the guys that he wanted to be there to kiss her at midnight and they had heard this song recently and just went with it. They ended the song right at midnight judging by some fireworks being set off. As they did their version of the Hustle, their line moved closer and closer to the front porch until they were right at the porch and Sam moved up the few steps to sing the last couple lines of the song to Quinn.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her to him closely, taking her in a passionate kiss right in front of everyone, including some nosy neighbors.

Locking his gaze with hers, he whispered, "I love you so much Quinn Fabray…today's the day…" She was literally speechless, just kissed him back.

She finally remembered words and whispered I love you too back to him. He hugged her tightly, letting the other boys scoot past them to kiss their girlfriends on Quinn's porch. Brittany kissed Santana; Blaine pecked Kurt on Quinn's front lawn. Then, Sam kissed Quinn quickly once again, staring at her, and they all piled back in Kurt's Escalade and returned to Kurt's.

The girls went back inside talking excitedly about the boys serenading them, Sam kissing Quinn like he did (I didn't know what to say or do; he left me speechless), how they all got their kisses at midnight. Quinn cleaned up the snacks, and the girls helped her. They got their bedding ready, and Quinn set her phone alarm for 8 a.m. The limo would be there at noon so she wanted to pack everything she needed and be showered by then.

"I can't believe he did that," Quinn said, snuggling under her blanket. "He told me last year he wanted to kiss me at midnight on every New Year's Eve. I cannot believe I'm marrying that man tomorrow."

The girls were still talking about how great the guys sounded singing that doo-wop song and how cute they looked shuffling around in the snow. They also asked Quinn who the dark-haired hunk was. Quinn told them about Blaze, Sam's Tennessean friend. They said he should invite his Tennessee friends to Lima way more often and laughed.

Before falling asleep, she thought of Sam, missing him not being in the same house with her. She went through everything they needed to do tomorrow and thought of how he'd be by her side from that point on. She thought of how the honeymoon night might play out. She really just wished he was curled up behind her. She wondered if he was thinking of her. Sweet dreams Sam…she thought.

Back at Kurt's, now that Sam's dad was safely out of the picture, Sam's bachelor party went into full swing with alcohol coming out and raunchy rap music turned on. Sam popped open one beer, all he intended on drinking, and sat down to watch the other idiots. At 12:30, there was a knock on the door that Puck was waiting on. He led two 'policewoman' to the family room. God I told them not to do this shit Sam thought.

"We have a report that someone has been a very naughty boy," one of them said, eyeing all the guys. The other one handed Puck a CD to put in the sound system, which spewed out the dancers' music.

"Who is Sam Evans here?" No way am I saying a damn word but the rest of the guys pointed his way and obviously his damn blush gave him away.

One of the strippers came up to him, sitting on his lap. This is not happening, this is not happening, Beiste and her wedgies yelling at Artie, Beiste in a corset chopping meat. If he popped a boner here, he would just die. Of course, his dick had a mind of its own and some random chick sitting on his lap, her arm draped around his shoulders, and her boobs right in his face was pretty much bound to make it happen.

"You must be Sammy, the groom…you have been a very, very naughty boy Sammy…" She was running her hand through his hair. He knew he had a goofy grin on his face. Thankfully, as she leaned in close to him, shoving her tits in his face, all he could smell was cigarette smoke and some nasty perfume that about made him gag. Boner killer! he thought happily. Finally, she got up off him and started making the rounds of the room as her partner had been doing, getting all the guys worked up (at least I'm not the only one sporting a partial Sam thought). Puckerman was actively palming himself over his jeans.

"Actually, Sammy, Sunshine and I have been very naughty girls…we should be punished…" one of the girls said and the two started their show together and the navy blue uniforms started coming off. One girl dropped her hat on Sam, setting it an angle, then the other came over to him, placing her feet on either side of his feet, and asked him to unbutton her shirt. He popped open three or four buttons on her shirt and she finally backed off him. Both girls took their shirts off, revealing bikini tops. These chicks are like 30 he thought where the hell did Puck find them? He knew Puck had to have been behind this; he was very active in their show, almost like he'd seen it before. Of course, their skirts were the next to go. One made Sam unzip it and slide it down her hips and the other made Artie do her skirt, both wearing bikini bottoms underneath. He glanced at Puck who had his pants unbuttoned and partially unzipped. Shit, he's gonna fuck one of these girls before it's all over Sam thought. Now, with both girls in nothing but bikinis they started dancing with one another, touching each other here and there, and yeah, that was enough to make Sam hard again. He just tried not to watch but a quick glance around the dim room and he could see every single guy, with the exception of Kurt and Blaine who were making out in a corner, rubbing their dicks either over or actually inside their pants. Am I the only one with any self-control? he thought This might literally turn into a circle jerk with the exception of Puck who is most certainly getting laid, probably by both chicks.

The two strippers then stopped dancing with each other and started opposite of Sam giving short lap dances to the other guys. Both girls worked their way around the circle until they both met up with Sam. One got behind him, using her hands through his hair, his ears, his shoulders, his chest, down to his belly, not actually putting her mouth on him but close, whispering gibberish in his ear. It was enough to make him close his eyes and let his mouth fall open…Quinn Quinn Quinn I'm marrying Quinn in like 12 hours oh god let this be over soon Quinn Quinn Quinn I just saw her an hour ago and kissed her so fucking hard…he just kept bringing up images of Quinn…why did these guys do this to him after he told them no? The other chick had backed up to him, basically rubbing her ass all over his crotch. Unfortunately, his dick responded even though all he was thinking about was Quinn. Now I'm gonna have a huge set of blue balls at my wedding he thought, feeling sick. Right before it was all over, the one sitting on his front side said she had been a bad girl and he needed to spank her. Great he thought in front of all these fracking horny dudes…fine, I'll make it worth their while and spanked her ass pretty good. At the same time he spanked her, he thrust his hips up to her (oh thank you god I didn't make any contact between my crotch and her ass) and then thought oh god what the fuck am I doing and kind of shoved her off him and jumped up to go get another beer, trying to hide his boner in the process. He stood by the counter in the kitchenette in the family room, refusing to go back to his seat. I'm just standing here until this boner goes away, he thought shoving the cold can against his crotch.

His buddy Blaze came up to him, pulling another beer from the fridge.

"You weren't too comfortable with that, were you?" he asked Sam.

"Fuck no I wasn't…I only want Q…I shouldn't be gettin' boners for other chicks…jesus…and the night before my wedding…what the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Dude, nothing's wrong with you, it's just a natural response when something rubs up against your dick, I guess. That spank was pretty hot, though," his friend said.

Sam pulled his can of beer up from his crotch and opened it. Blaze's look was one of what the hell?

"I told these guys no strippers, though…" Sam said, chugging the beer, just really ready to call it a night.

"They only hire them for themselves…that one dude with the, uh, faux hawk nearly came in his pants, I think," Blaze said, chuckling.

Sam was watching as the girls picked up there assorted pieces of policewoman uniform, actually doing so very businesslike, and the one who was missing her hat looked around until she saw Sam who still had it sitting jauntily on his head. She came over to him and kissed him on the cheek as she plucked it off his head, whispering congratulations. She turned and kissed Blaze on the cheek also.

"Yeah, thanks…" he mumbled. He watched Puckerman escort them both out.

"Dudes, I gotta get up early, ya know, big day and all tomorrow, so I need to check out…" Sam told the group. "Thanks a lot for the, uh, entertainment." He went to Kurt and Blaine, still kissing away from the group. "Sorry to interrupt, uh, but is there like a bed I could sleep on tonight? I really need to get some sleep and these dudes are not ready to wind down yet."

"Oh yeah Sam, let me show you to the guestroom…" Kurt said, telling Blaine to meet him in his bedroom in a few minutes. Sam kind of wished he hadn't heard that but just followed Kurt to the guestroom, which was just off the family room.

"Is this okay Sam?" Kurt asked.

"Oh yeah, it's great…thanks for everything Kurt…I'll probably set my alarm for around 9…I need to be at the church by 12:30."

"Sounds like a plan! Get some rest, Sam," he said and left, pulling the door closed.

Sam set the alarm in the room for 9 a.m., stripped down to his boxers, and lay down on the small twin-sized bed, lacing his hands behind his head, listening to the other guys getting ready to play some Halo. He thought about Quinn and what the next day held for them, what the next how many ever years held for them. He was still slightly mortified about spanking a stripper, cross that off my bucket list he thought wryly. He wondered if Quinn had thought of him before falling asleep. Sweet dreams Q…was his last thought before falling into a deep sleep.