I won't be able to post a new chapter on monday, 'cause I'll gonna be busy for school, sorry!

Enjoy! ;D

Chapter seven – Landslide

Sam walked into the dining room. He saw his parents, brother and sister nicely dressed, sitting at the table. The Christmas tree in the corner gave the room a joyful atmosphere. It was Christmas Eve and he decided to go home, because Puck and his mother wanted to celebrate it together with the new boyfriend.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mr. Evans asked, standing up from his chair.

"I thought I'd come home," Sam mumbled, "it's Christmas after all… A time to be with family?"

The gaze in his father's eyes changed, like he just remembered that was true.

"You can grab a plate and take it upstairs," his dad said.

Sam nodded quietly and took some food from the table. He noticed his sister staring at him like he was a stranger. He left the room and walked up the stairs to his room. When he entered it, he saw it wasn't his room anymore. The Star Wars posters were torn of the walls and his bed was replaced with a sofa. His closet was gone too. Actually, the only thing left that was his, was his desk. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sat down on the sofa, staring at his plate. His parents had already tried to ban him from their life. Sam knew the situation was bad, but this… This was unbelievable. Teardrops fell down on the piece of beef on his plate. Then, he heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?" he wiped the tears from his face and tried to sound normal.

The door went open and his little brother walked in, gazing a penetrating look at him.

"Hey Stevie," Sam smiled through his watering eyes, "what's up, buddy?"

The little boy just looked at him. Sam's face showed confusion.

"Do you wanna play a video game or something?" he asked, trying to hide the awkwardness in his voice.

"Why did you have to be gay, Sammy?" his brother instantly asked.

Sam was shocked by his brother's words. Apparently his parents did tell the true story to his brother and sister.

"I-I'm not," he responded, "I just like Puck…"

"And Puck's a guy, right?"

"Y-yeah, but…" Sam stuttered, surprised by how direct his brother was.

"Well, that makes you gay," the boy interrupted him.

Sam stared at him with a astonished look in his eyes.

"Do you like being gay, Sammy?" the little, blond boy continued, "are you happy with being weird? Don't you miss us? Don't you miss me?"

"O-of course I do, Stevie!" Sam said, "but I… Mom and dad kicked me out, so I didn't had a choice…"

"You do have a choice, Samuel!"

Sam gave his little brother a weird look, oddly enough, the boy started to have the same voice as their father.

"And you chose to be gay. You chose a guy over your own family," the boy continued.

"No, no. That's not what happened…" Sam uttered.

"You are selfish, Samuel, selfish. Don't you think about us at all? Do you really care that less about me and Stacy?"

"Of course I care about you and Stacy," Sam said.

"Liar. Liar. Liar," it seemed like his brother was in some kind of trance. No matter what Sam said, the boy wouldn't stop calling him that.

You're a liar, Sam!"

Sam put his hands over his ears and started screaming.

"Liar."

"Sam."

"Liar."

"Sam!"

"Sam!"

Sam opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. His shirt was wet because of all his sweating and he was trembling like he was frozen-solid.

"Finally!" Puck uttered, "what kind of nightmare was that, dude?"

The blond boy instantly started crying.

"Whoa! Okay, calm down, calm down," Puck sat behind Sam, pulling on his shoulders so that Sam would lay back down. Luckily, he did, his head rested on Puck's chest and he clenched his t-shirt, almost ripping it.

"It's okay, Sammy, you're safe," Puck whispered.

But the tears kept streaming from his eyes.

"I-I was at home... A-and St-Stevie said..."

Puck shushed him.

"I know, I know... You were talking in your sleep." He laid a hand on Sam's cheek, wiping away his tears.

But Sam still shivered. His body probably had to get rid of all the adrenaline that was rushing through his veins.

"Hey, Sammy, calm down," Puck softly said to him, "I'm right here. Can you feel me? Can you feel me breathing?"

Sam closed his eyes and concentrated on Puck's chest, calmly raising up and down.

"That's right, Sammy," Puck continued, "breathe with me."

He felt his boyfriend's body slowly relaxing, but he kept petting the blond strokes of hair on his head.

In the morning, Puck found himself to be the first one waking up. He laid on his back and Sam was holding his arm tightly, still sleeping. Puck chuckled at the sight and felt satisfied to finally see the boy at ease. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with his one free hand. When he had woken up a little, his thoughts immediately went back to last night. He really had to do something to help Sam, because at this rate, he didn't knew how long his boyfriend could stand all of it. His gaze turned to him again. The Mohawked boy wished they could just run away, start over, start a new life, free from Sam's parents and all that shit. But he knew they couldn't.

"I just need some more time…" he whispered to himself, stroking the blond bangs out of Sam's eyes.

Maybe he just had to accept the fact that he couldn't do it, simply accept that he was terribly failing at helping the one person he truly loved. Puck's eyes widened when he thought that. He loved Sam. And not that awkward, shy, puppy love, but the real thing. When his new realization sank in, he promised himself to do everything he could, for the rest of his life, to protect and help the boy next to him. He immediately knew what he had to do, he needed to get help.

Hey, I know it's soon and I understand if you don't want to, but I could really use your advice…

He read his message again and then clicked on Quinn's name. It was a good idea to ask her of all people, because she went through a big, kicking-out fight with her parents too. A minute later his phone was beeping. He almost threw it away to keep the noise from waking Sam up.

Tell me where and when. x

He smiled when he read her message. Typical Quinn, despite everything, always there.

BreadstiX in 3 hours? He wrote.

Perfect. She answered.

Puck let out a relieving sigh, it wasn't like he already had something concrete to help his boy, but he felt good about getting closer. Finally something was happening. He looked at Sam and started doubting if he should tell the kid that he was going to talk to Quinn. It was about him, so it would be fair to tell him. On the other hand, if nothing came out of it, then he'd just disappoint him.

An hour or so later, Puck tried to free himself from Sam's tied grip. He fumbled a little with his arm and hold his breath when Sam started moving. He guessed God was on his side in that moment, because luckily, Sam let go of him and turned on his other side. Puck practically rolled himself out of bed, heading for the bathroom to take a long shower.

The hot water not only cleaned his body, but also seemed to fresh-up his mind. He wondered how his conversation with Quinn later today would work out, but he felt he was slightly gaining more hope at the whole situation. Quinn was a smart girl and her experience in these kind of problems gave him courage. He turned off the shower and walked back to his bedroom to, as quietly as he could, dress himself.

When Puck was ready to go he gave a look at his watch and noticed he still had half an hour of spare time, so he decided to make some breakfast for his boyfriend. Thinking of the other night, Sam hadn't had dinner, so the boy would probably be starving when he woke up. Puck grinned when he thought about Sam's big appetite. He always wondered how he could eat that much without gaining weight.

"Morning, Sammy," the blond boy woke up when he heard his pet name.

"Hey…" he murmured with a cracked voice, stretching his body.

"I made you some breakfast," Puck said, before looking at the time, "or lunch, actually."

"Oh, is it that late already?" Sam moaned. The boy clearly wasn't used to sleeping in, but what would you expect with two eight year-old siblings. The thought of them made him biting on his bottom lip, trying to distract himself from seeing their faces.

When he'd rubbed most of the sleep out of his eyes he sat up from the bed and Puck placed the tray on his lap. Sam didn't feel like eating, but he pressed a kiss on the Mohawked boy's lips, showing his gratitude. Then he noticed the fact that he already was fully dressed.

"Are you going somewhere?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'm meeting up with Quinn," Puck nodded.

Sam stared at his tray, sucking his bottom lip in his mouth again.

"Oh, okay, do you know when you'll get back?" he asked.

"Nope, but I'll text you," Puck smiled, cutting of the conversation out of fear Sam would ask him why he was meeting up with his best friend. However, he did notice that the boy didn't like it that he was going out.

"Hey, you can call me if anything comes up and I'll come rushing home, okay?" Puck said, rushing his fingers through the blond hair.

"Thanks," Sam forced a smile.

"Thank you for meeting up with me," Puck said as soon Quinn had sat down and ordered her drink at the waitress. He took a sip from his steaming coffee.

"It means a lot to me."

Quinn nodded, awkwardly looking at the table in front of her.

"Look, I'm not gonna pretend this is easy for me," she said honestly, "but I care about you and Sam, so I'm gonna try to push my feelings away for a while."

Puck smiled gratefully. He was already happy that she actually had said 'yes' when he asked her for help.

"Now, tell me," Quinn said after thanking the waitress for her cup of tea.

"Well, you already know about what happened with Sam's parents…"

"Hmhm."

"…And I don't know what the hell to do about it. I told Sam I would come up with something, but I haven't been able yet and I'm starting to get the feeling that he is slowly getting angry with me for it."

Quinn got a surprised look on her face.

"Why is that? He can't possibly take his frustrations out on you. I mean, come one, you already offered your house to him."

"True," Puck agreed, actually getting what Quinn is saying, stupid that he hadn't thought that way yet, "but beside that, I still want to help him."

"I get that. I probably don't know Sam's parents as well as you do, so coming up with random, possible solutions isn't going to help you," the blond girl said wisely, "but I can tell you how everything went with my parents?"

"I'd like that," Puck nodded.

"Okay. You already know the whole kicking-out story, so I'm just gonna skip to the moment when we were performing at Regionals and I saw my mother standing in the crowd. Of course I was surprised, because I thought she didn't want anything to do with me anymore. When my water broke that evening and went to the hospital, she was with me. In that moment our fight wasn't important anymore, so I would almost suggest a major, dramatic scene would be a good, first step."

Puck chuckled softly, glad that Quinn was adding a little humor into her story. It seemed to lighten the conversation.

"Anyway, after I had the baby, my mom and I started talking. She told me she'd left my dad and that I was more important to her. She also apologized about abandoning me when I needed her the most. I was still mad at her, but less when she acknowledged that."

"So, I have to get Sam pregnant?" Puck asked with a confused look on his face.

"No, you silly," Quinn giggled, "moral of the story is that no parent would actually abandon their children."

"But your dad did?" Puck responded.

" That's, sort of true," Quinn stared into her cup, folding her hands around it, "but my mother didn't and one parent is more than enough by that moment. Besides, one understanding mother or father can more easily talk sense into the other, so there's a bigger chance of getting both back to terms again."

Puck nodded, letting the conversation sink in. It sounded reasonable what Quinn said, but he still hadn't a concrete plan on how to help Sam.

"Well, l like what you're saying, but how am I going to persuade one of Sam's parents into liking him again?" he asked.

"You don't," Puck frowned at Quinn's answer, "you let one of them come to him. I'm sorry Puck, but my advice is to let everything be for now and wait until you hear something from one of Sam's parents."

"That does make sense," Puck said, "but I don't know if Sam will be happy to hear this…"

"He won't," Quinn simply responded, "but it is what it is."

"Wow!" Puck said with an impressed look on his face, "look at you, all being mature."

A light blush colored Quinn's face and she went her gaze off.

"I guess having a baby when your fifteen years-old kind of forces you to grow up quickly," she shrugged.

"You would almost start to think it was a good thing I knocked you up, eh?" Puck smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.

Quinn gave him a slight angry look and sighed at Puck's ignorance.

"One step too far, Puckerman," she said.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Puck immediately apologized.

"It's okay, I know you don't."

An uncomfortable silence fell down between them. Puck's thoughts went to Sam, sitting at home. He reminded himself of checking his phone, luckily, he hadn't had a message from him.

"Is there more you need to know?" Quinn pulled him out of his thoughts, "or do you think you have everything you need right now?"

Puck shook his head with a smile.

"No, I don't have everything I need," he said, "but I don't need to know anything more from you. Telling your story gave me a refreshing look on how things are, so I'm sure I'm one step closer to finding something to help him. Thanks, by the way, for opening up to me. It's really cool of you."

Quinn's face got pulled into a beautiful smile.

"It's okay," she said, "anytime."

"Hey, are you hungry?' Puck asked. He actually liked spending time with Quinn again. It had been a long time since they last did and he wanted it to last a little bit longer.

"I kind of am," Quinn smiled and took the menu from the holder.