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Sam had to admit marching through town was pretty cool, but this whole traveling to Virginia by horse was not. It took nearly 2 months to travel from Lima, Ohio to Alexandria, Virginia and those were two months of pure hell. But after two months they did make it, safe and sound, and tired.

"Ok men, the enemy is right across that river," said Captain William Shuster (known as Will) as the soldiers were setting up camp along the coast of the Potomac River, "they could strike at any moments time, so be ready and don't do anything stupid, understood?"

"Yes, Sir," the soldiers replied in unison before going back to work on their tents.

"Major," Will called after Sam finished putting up his tent. Sam turned around, he had been deemed Major Samuel Evans and he was damn proud of it too.

"Yes, Captain," Sam said to Will, he loved being called major; it made him feel so macho.

"I'd like for you to keep watch tonight," Will said, looking at the other soldiers, "I have a feeling if I ask one of them they'd fall asleep half way through the night."

"Yes, of course," Sam tried to sound ok with it, but he was god damn tired.

"Good," and with that Will walked to his tent and went to sleep, the others soon followed.

Sam sighed, he got his horse and sat in front of the river and leaned his head against a tree and kept a look out. But soon Sam felt his eyelids drooping ever so slightly.

_ SQ_

"Quinny!" Quinn's mother called knocking on the door to her bedroom. Quinn sighed and stood up to open the door.

"Why aren't you dressed?" her mother asked looking at her current attire. Quinn sighed again.

"Mother, I really don't think that I will find a proper husband at any of these parties," Quinn said sitting down on her bed.

Judy Fabray's smile faded slightly, "that's ridiculous Quinny, Noah Puckerman has deemed you a second chance to marry him. Now why wouldn't want that? His Father is the richest man in Virginia!"

Quinn shook her head, "Mother, I don't-"

"No more exceptions Quinn, you will attend this party and you will search for the right husband," Judy cut her off with a stern tone of voice. "Mercedes will help you get ready," her mother beckoned over one of the house slaves and shut the door.

Quinn fell back on her bed with an exasperated sigh. Mercedes laughed and opened Quinn's closet. "Come on Miss. Quinn, you have to get ready."

"I don't want to go," Quinn complained to her best friend. Mercedes had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, sure it was strange for the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner to be best friends with one of her slaves, but that didn't bother Quinn. Mercedes was a really good friend, unlike Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce, who were supposed to be her friends but were really gossiping backstabbers.

"I know, Miss. Quinn, but why not marry Noah Puckerman? He's handsome and rich; you don't find a guy like that every day. Sure he's rude and perverted, but I'm sure your parents would love him," Mercedes said pulling out a fancy, light pink corset and a white dress skirt.

"But I won't love him, my parents aren't going to have to spend the rest of their lives with him, I am. And I want to be in love with my husband," Quinn said not getting up from her bed.

"You'll find your prince charming one day, and that day could be today but you won't ever find out if you don't go," Mercedes said examining Quinn's shoe closet.

Quinn sighed for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes. Mercedes was right, even though all those men were idiots, and she could never see herself falling in love with any of them, you'll never know unless you try. Quinn got up from the bed and walked over to Mercedes, "fine you win."

Quinn stood in her parent's ball room, currently zoning out Jeffery Smith, who was saying something about his father's Alabama plantation. She obliviously nodded to everything Jeffery said and occasionally said "yes" and "that's great." Quinn was getting really bored and wanted to get away as soon as possible, 'time to make an excuse' she thought.

"Um, Jeffery… I have to go to the bathroom," Quinn said and excused herself from Jeremy and walked to the bathroom. She was almost there when a hand pulled her into an empty room and shut the door.

"Hey… Quinny!" a drunken Noah Puckerman said, his eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of alcohol.

"Puck, you're drunk," Quinn said unamused. She didn't like the way Puck's hands were on her, one hand on her hip and the other on her back. She tried to squirm away from him, but he was too strong.

"Hey, where are you going?" Puck said in a childish tone, his hands went lower and lower, before he crashed his lips to hers.

Quinn tried to push him away but his grip on her was too tight. She struggled against his grasp and finally pushed him away from her; "Puck stop, you're drunk, it's not worth it-" She was cut off when Puck crashed his lips to hers again.

"You're not going anywhere," Puck said holding her so tight that it hurt. Quinn could hear the party going on in the other room, she wanted to scream, for somebody to find her but they were either too busy or drunk. Pucks hands roamed her body and started loosening the ties on her corset, Quinn felt like throwing up.

"No, no, please!" she pleaded as Puck's hand slipped under the neckline of her corset and squeezed her breast. Her protest and physical attempts to push him away weren't working, but that was before she kneed him in the groin.

"Ow!" Puck screeched immediately letting go of Quinn and holding his groin. As soon as she was released, Quinn made a beeline for the door; as soon as she was out she went straight to the bathroom locked the door and threw up all that she had in her stomach. After she looked into the mirror and saw that she was a mess. Her makeup was smeared, her dress was wrinkled, her corset was loose and her hair was undone, 'I can't go back in there looking like this' she thought to herself. Not that she wanted to go back, she wanted to be anywhere but here, she wanted to be somewhere no one could find her, and she knew just the place to go.

Quinn peeked out the bathroom door to make sure that no one was in the hall and then she picked up her skirt and ran straight for the door to go outside. She ran for the stables, not stopping once or looking back at her brightly lit up house. Quinn got the first horse she saw and climbed on it and started riding towards the Potomac River in the woods near her house, she knew that no one would be there at this hour and she hit the reigns and rode off, tears forming in her eyes.

I know this chapter is short but the third one is coming soon

R&R