Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

"Here we are ma'am," Sam said as he pulled into Quinn's driveway.

He'd just taken the girl to her final physical therapy session, although it was really just a series of closed-door meetings that Sam wasn't allowed into, whilst Quinn signed all the necessary papers to be discharged, so they didn't have much of an opportunity to talk. In fact, they hadn't had a chance to speak all week between extra training sessions and Sam catching up on schoolwork that he wasn't really on top of in the first place. Sam still didn't know where he stood with Quinn, and in truth, he was a little afraid to ask. He wasn't quite read to lose her again.

"Would you like to come in? I think my mom cooked pie" Quinn was looking at him with those beautiful green eyes, how could he say no?

"Sure," he smiled. He had wanted to spend time with the girl for the entire week, but he had partly been avoiding her so that they didn't have to have the talk that could potentially shatter his heart. It was probably time they spoke, Sam couldn't live in blissful ignorance forever.

"Quinn! Welcome home darling. How was it? I made your favourite – chicken pot pie - to celebrate you being all better." Sam watched as Judy Fabray enveloped her daughter in a tight hug, before spotting him standing awkwardly behind her.

"Oh Sam! It's lovely to see you. How are you feeling? I spoke to your parents at church and heard you got into a fight?"

Quinn detached herself from her mother and reached up to caress the shiner on Sam's eye. She giggled, "Sam's my hero, Mom".

Sam smiled awkwardly, confused although he supposed that Quinn didn't have to pretend in front of her mother so he played along, glad to have any opportunity to be close to the girl. He wrapped an arm around her waist, "Well I wouldn't say I was a hero. But I'd do anything to protect this girl's honor." Sam squeezed Quinn lightly, she was so small now that he was afraid his touch could actually do damage. "Er, Quinn invited me in for dinner, if that's alright? It smells amazing, Mrs Fabray."

"Of course you can, let me just go and set another pace at the table," Mrs Fabray smiled as she walked into the kitchen-dining room. She popped her head round the doorframe "Oh, and call me Judy, please!" the woman walked off, muttering something that Sam was sure sounded like "Much better than that Max boy".

Quinn shook her head, grabbed Sam's hand and led him into the dining room for dinner.

"Wow, that was delicious, thanks Mrs Fab- Judy!" Sam said as they'd finished their meal. He started to gather the dishes.

"Well you can call me Mrs Fab if you like!" The older woman laughed, "But please let me handle that."

Sam ignored her and continued to collect the cutlery until Quinn touched his arm. "I know you're trying to be a gentleman, Sam. But you don't have to here. Mom's really anal about her kitchen. She'd actually prefer it if you didn't help."

The boy handed the plates and cutlery to Quinn's Mom and sat back down on his chair. As soon as her mom was out of the room, Quinn grabbed his hand and whispered, "Do you want to come up to my room?" She seemed nervous.

Sam swallowed a lump in his throat, "Okay."

As soon as she'd shut the door behind them, Quinn pulled Sam to her by his shirt and pressed her lips to his hungrily.

The speech that Sam had prepared in his mind evaporated immediately as he placed a strong hand on the small of her back, drawing her even closer to his body. Quinn steered the pair towards her bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling Sam on top of her as she lay down.

Sam was careful to let Quinn do all of the leading, and not accidentally do anything that might be perceived as pressuring her. He propped himself up with his elbows, either side of the girl's body and made sure not to crush her with his weight. He loved the peachy taste of her lips and lost himself in their kiss.

"Sam," Quinn said, wide eyed.

The blond boy immediately sat up. "Sorry Q." His words were sincere, but the bulge at the front of his pants said otherwise. Sam let his hand hang in front of him, hoping that Quinn wouldn't be able to see in the darkness.

"No, Sam," the girl smiled playfully. She ran her hands up under his shirt and whispered, "Can I have this off?"

"Okay," the boy conceded, "Anything for you." He pulled the material up over his head and tossed it somewhere on the floor. Then, lay down by her side, pulling her waist in an invitation for her to lie on top of him. The blonde girl crawled onto Sam, who was much more comfortable now that he didn't have to worry about hurting her.

Sam cupped her head in his hand, running his fingers through her hair. He held her there for a moment, their green eyes meeting, giving silent consent. It felt so different to the last time they'd been in this situation. The last time, Quinn was desperate and rushed. Now, it just felt right. He pulled her lips back to his.

Quinn took Sam's free hand, and guided it under the material of her Cheerios top, up to her breast. Sam hesitated for a moment, giving the girl a chance to change her mind, then he moved aside the lacy material of her bra so that he could gain access to the hot skin underneath. He brushed his thumb over her hard nipple, loving the way it caused her breathing to catch. Sam squeezed Quinn's breast expertly, kneading it with his large hand. He could feel himself stiffening as she gasped. Sam couldn't help himself, he slipped both hands under her top and lifted it slightly, "can I?"

Quinn nodded, lifting her arms above her head to allow the boy to slip the top off easily. Then, she was the one who reached back and unhooked her bra, discarding over the side of the bed. Sam let his eyes sweep up her body, from her flat stomach, over her perfect round breasts, up her elegant neck and on her beautiful face. "You're perfect Quinn. I know you don't think so, but you're perfect to me," he paused for a moment, before adding, "I love you." Tonight would not be the night that they had a serious conversation. He hated himself for being so selfish, but he needed her. Maybe changing himself to be with Quinn wouldn't be such a bad thing. He wanted to be quarterback anyway and they'd only have to pretend until the end of school, which was only a few weeks away. In this moment, he thought he would do anything to be with her.

He pulled her down to him, reuniting their lips. He loved the feeling of their chests rubbing against each other. He loved the smoothness of her warm skin, rubbing his hands over her back soothingly. Quinn moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "turn." It wasn't a request, it was an order, and it drove Sam crazy.

Sam obliged, turning underneath her. He folded his strong arms underneath his head, supporting himself. The girl on top of him started kneading his back. She worked her small hands over his supple skin and Sam sighed contentedly. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Quinn's touch.

He was roused by Quinn whispering, "Turn" in his ear again. Sam turned.

Quinn ran her fingers down his washboard chest, tracing the lines of his abs, lower and lower. She started unbuttoning his pants, when Sam grabbed her hands, questioning her with his eyes. Quinn shook him off and continued, "I know what I'm doing." She said softly.

Sam was almost embarrassed about how he sprang out when Quinn peeled his pants down. She pulled the material off his legs and moved back up to his crotch. Quinn pulled him out of his underpants and looked at him, wide eyed for a few moments before gripping him gently. Sam watched the girl intently as she moved, searching for any sign that she might be uncomfortable. Quinn started moving her hand up and down his shaft and smiled, "Relax, Sam." He did.

Quinn continued to move her hand, but she looked slightly deflated as Sam was becoming slightly limp. He reached down, enclosing her hand in his own, "Like this," he whispered, guiding Quinn's fingers up and down over the head of his penis. "Squeeze it a bit harder," he instructed, "Move your hand faster." She did, causing Sam to moan. He closed his eyes.

Sam suddenly felt cold as Quinn removed her hand, he opened his eyes to find Quinn leaning down over him. He stared at her, wide eyed and groaned as she took him into her mouth. The feeling of her hot tongue was almost too much and he lost control almost as soon as she started running her tongue up and down his length. Sam's hips jerked upwards as he came.

"Quinn," he whispered lovingly, reaching down to pull her back up into an embrace. "I think it's your turn… if you'll let me."

The girl nodded her consent. Sam shifted so that he was on his side, and Quinn was on her back, next to him. He quickly tucked himself back into his underpants and started planting sweet, butterfly kisses on her neck. He nipped and licked at her skin, creating small goosebumps wherever he touched. As Sam's mouth worked on her upper body, his hands moved below. He traced lines across her chest, teasing her nipples and tickling her lightly. Sam moved so that his head was over Quinn's stomach. At this proximity, he could see a few faint silvery lines decorating her smooth skin. Sam kissed down every single one of them, silently telling her that he loved her even more because she had opened herself up to him. Slowly, he trailed his finger from her belly button downwards. He gently rubbed her mound and let his hand wander even lower. Sam rubbed his thumb over Quinn's clit, causing her to draw a sharp intake of breath. He circled his fingers over her folds slowly, grinning at how wet she was. Slowly, Sam slipped a finger inside her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice was thick. Quinn smiled her reply.

Sam slowly began to move his finger in and out, dragging the tip against her walls. Quinn moaned and murmured something unintelligible. "What?" he questioned.

"More," she breathed.

Sam had forgotten that Quinn had already given birth. Though she was still innocent. She wasn't the delicate little flower that he was treating her as. He quickly slipped in two more fingers and started pumping them, faster and faster, his hand slapping against skin with every inwards movement.

"Ohhh," came Quinn's moans, Sam could feel himself hardening again already. Being with the girl he loved aroused him so much. He leaned forwards to kiss her, still moving his hand, finding a rhythm that matched Quinn's jerking hip movements. He could hear her breathing become heavier and more shallow. It wasn't long before Quinn peaked, arching her pack and moaning loudly. Sam removed his hand and planted a soft kiss on her lips, flopping onto his back next to her.

Quinn pulled Sam's arm around her, settling her head on his shoulder and wrapping her own slender arms around his strong waist. "I know it sounds silly, because I had a baby. But I'd never done that before."

"I know- I mean, I guessed." It was pretty obvious that Quinn didn't have much sexual experience. Though she'd slept with Puck, everyone knew that it was only the once and Sam could've guessed that Puckerman didn't waste any time with foreplay. Plus, he and Finn had discussed the issue during many a bath in the changing rooms after football practices. He swallowed, "I have."

"With Mercedes?" there wasn't a hint of jealousy in Quinn's voice. She seemed genuinely curious.

"No," Sam sighed. He wasn't proud of some of the things he'd done. But it was how he'd earned enough money to move back to McKinley and start a savings fund, ultimately allowing his family to come back to Lima too. "Back when we were in Kentucky.. when I was working at the bar. I did a little more than what the job entailed." Sam hung his head, "I couldn't say no, not with my parents out all day looking for work and Stevie and Stacey going crazy cooped up in that tiny apartment. The tips were just something that I couldn't turn down." A single tear fell from Sam's eye.

Quinn kissed it away, "I understand. We don't have to talk about this Sam. But thank you for being honest with me."

Sam grabbed the hand that was flopped lazily over his chest and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"I re-joined the Glee club."

Sam's eyes widened in shock, "Really?"

"Yeah," Sam could hear happiness twinkling in Quinn's voice, "Mr Schue said I could come back for Nationals. I asked everyone else and they were okay with it too. I missed it."

"We all missed you. I'm so proud of you Q." Sam couldn't describe how happy he was. If Quinn had joined Glee, then did that mean she wasn't worried about what people thought of her? Did that mean that she would want to be with him? That she wasn't ashamed of him? The boy turned, trying to find a more comfortable position. In doing so, his eyes found Quinn's clock. "Oh crap."

"What?" Quinn asked, clearly worried.

"Nothing," Sam tried to smile, "I hate to leave you like this. I don't want you to think that I've been using you, but I have to go. It's past 9 and my family are probably wondering where I am."

"I know that you wouldn't do that to me, Sam." Quinn smiled. They hastily grappled for their clothes on the floor, changing in the dark. Still too shy to turn on the lights and bare themselves.

Quinn walked Sam down the stairs and he kissed her long and hard before walking out to his truck. He was unable to wipe the grin off his face.

Next chapters need a few tweaks but they're coming!