Quinn couldn't sleep, and not just because of the lumpy ground beneath her. Sam had left her to keep a watch out about an hour ago and it was about 2 am, but Quinn was wide awake. Every time she closed her eyes she would see Puck, her mom and dad telling her to marry him, her arranged life; it all made her want to vomit. She looked around Sam's tent; it was white and plain, held up by nothing but a thick wooden stick. It only had a bag of Sam's clothes, a small duffel bag, a few plates and spoons, a tin cup, and his army sword. His bed, the one she was currently on, was a simple white sheet with a lumpy pillow. Quinn couldn't believe this would be his home for the next, however much long the war lasts, it almost made her miss her warm, comfortable home.

The thought of going back home tomorrow made Quinn nauseous, she knew that she had to marry one of them one day; she was stalling this as much as she could but she couldn't forever. If only those guys were more like Sam, Sam was sweet; he treated women the right way. He had let a total stranger sleep on his bed, he had saved a southern girl's life, and he didn't expect anything in return. Most guys wouldn't have even helped her, and if they did they'd expect something return, either money or something else. Sam wasn't like most guys, he was different and Quinn liked that, but of course he was a "Yankee," they were born enemies and would probably always stay like that. Quinn heard Sam absentmindedly humming outside the tent, Quinn smiled and got up from the dingy little "bed" and made her way over to Sam.

Sam was quietly humming to himself, he hated this watch out mission he was on, for once he had killed a person and that would haunt him probably for the rest of his life, but if he wanted to stay alive he would have to kill a lot of people. He missed his old life, a lot, he missed his mom and dad, his little brother and sister, and he missed the comfort of his own home and the love from his family. He missed it all, sometimes he just wishes that this stupid war would be over, but he'd never let anyone else here him say that, he was sworn to serve, his people and his country. Sam's thoughts were interrupted when he felt somebody sit beside him.

"What are you doing out here, shouldn't you be in there sleeping?" Sam asked Quinn who was looking off into the river.

"I couldn't really sleep, especially with all your humming," she said with a smile, Sam didn't smile he just looked at her.

"I'll promise to stop, you have to go to sleep," Sam argued, he didn't really want her to be here, he didn't want to get caught up in the life of Quinn Fabray. His heart wanted to get to know her better, but his head was telling him that she was his natural enemy and he should just forget about her.

"Do you have a problem with me?" Quinn asked feeling heartbroken, she liked Sam, sure she hadn't even really met him yet but something about him made her feel special, "cause it seems like you don't really like me."

"What are you talking about, I just met you I don't know what to think of you," Sam felt weird talking to this girl, but he liked it, he liked how the moonlight hit her face just the right way, she was remarkably beautiful. 'Stop it Sam! She's a southern girl, you can't think of her that way!'

"Well let's change that," Quinn said hoping she didn't sound too desperate. She smiled and Sam felt like his heart was going to melt, right then and there, she was really truly beautiful and that voice inside his head that had told him that this was wrong wasn't there anymore.

When Sam didn't say anything Quinn thought she should be the one to go first, "my name is Quinn Lucy Fabray, I've lived in Alexandria my whole life, I'm 17 years old, and I don't want to go home tomorrow,"

Sam looked at her like and then back to the water, "if we're going to be honest here you might want to tell my why that is, I mean judging from that dress. I'm pretty sure your lifestyle isn't very unglamorous," Sam looked at her in time to watch her cringe, Sam immediately regretted his words, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that-"

"It's alright," Quinn said cutting him off, she looked at him before answering, "my life is pretty messed up."

"Look, I don't mean to pry, but I really want to know why, I want to help you," Sam said, the look on her face made him feel horrible but he had to know what was wrong in order for him to help here, "listen, I don't judge, it's just if you want to talk to someone, I'm here," Sam held her hand and squeezed it, he really didn't know why he did it but it had just felt right.

Quinn looked up at him and smiled, she felt so comfortable around him, even though they've said about only a few words to each other she felt protected and not judged around him. She felt special. "My life isn't all it's cracked up to be," she said struggling to find the right words, she felt him squeeze her fingers encouraging her to go on, "my father's owns the biggest plantation in Virginia, and he wants me to get married."

She felt Sam's fingers loosen around her hand, but she tightened her grip on him, she didn't want him to let go. "He's arranged parties for me to meet 'proper husbands', it makes me sick," Quinn felt Sam tighten his hold on her hand, and she continued, her voice slightly shaking, "there's this one guy, Noah Puckerman, he's my parents favorite, they really want me to marry him, his father's rich and all."

"So, let me guess, you don't want to marry him?" Sam asked trying to be careful with his words towards Quinn in her weakened stage, Quinn shook her head.

"I hate him, he's petty, and obnoxious, and a pervert." Quinn said in a mad voice, not towards Sam, but towards the world in general. Sam laughed, "there was a party tonight," she paused

Sam didn't know why she was being so open towards him; they had just met for god's sake! But he was intrigued by her; he wanted to know why she was crying earlier, why she was so scared and upset when she talked about her life. He wanted to help her; he was still holding her hand. "Go on," he urged, seeing her pause and wonder if she should continue.

Quinn sighed, and continued, "Noah Puckerman, most commonly known as Puck, he was drinking a lot and I wanted to go to the bathroom and he pulled me into an empty room," Quinn felt tears well up in her eyes.

"It's ok, you don't have to go on," Sam hesitantly picked up his other hand and whipped away several tears that were falling from her beautiful, green eyes.

"He, he tried to ra-rape me," Quinn's voice cracked, she burst into tears and she felt Sam instinctively wrap his arms around her, she laid her head on his chest and continued to cry.

"Shhh… it's okay, you're safe now," Sam said trying to calm her, he didn't even know this Noah Puckerman guy, but he wanted to hunt him down and beat the crap out of him. He kissed Quinn's hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

Quinn finally calmed down and smiled up at Sam, "thank you," she said not letting go of him.

"Look, Quinn, I don't judge you or anything, I think you're really brave to have gotten away," Sam looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Quinn, face still pressed into his chest, smiled, "thank you," she said moving her head from his just and rested it on his shoulder so that she was sitting beside him, "I told me about me, now you have to tell me about you."

Sam laughed, sensing that she didn't want to talk about it anymore "okay, let's see, my name is Samuel Joseph Evans, I'm from Lima, Ohio. I hate being called Samuel so don't call me that,"

Quinn giggled, and Sam went on, " I have was drafted by the army a few months ago, my dad owns a bakery in town and my mom's a seamstress, I have a little brother named Stevie and a little sister named Stacey,"

Quinn listens intensively as Sam went on about his family and his likes and dislikes, she laughed every now and then when he made a joke, she felt so much better around him.

"- and I really don't like when people say that my hair color's unnatural," Sam finished and Quinn laughed, he had basically told her everything about him and there was nothing wrong about his small town life.

"Your life seems so… easy," Quinn said looking at him as he looked onto the water and smiled.

"It may seem that way but I don't think anybody's life is easy," Sam said not looking at her, he played with her fingers, "life if what you make of it, it can be easy if you want it to be but it can be hard if you don't."

Quinn smiled, "how can I make my life easier?" she asked quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

"Marry Puck," Sam said, not meeting her eyes, he let go of her hand and played with the dirt beside him.

"What?" Quinn asked shocked at his answer, she felt sick inside again, "you want me to marry Puck?"

"I don't want you to marry him, but it would make your life a whole lot easier," Sam said hoping she didn't catch the first part.

She did, but didn't say anything about it, "by marrying someone I don't love and who's probably going to treat me like hell!" Quinn felt like crying, how he dare say she should marry Puck.

"Whoa, don't get mad, I was just saying that that would make your life easier, just because your life's easier doesn't mean you get to be happy," Sam said defensively, their faces were so close together.

"Then I don't want an easy life if it means that I can't be happy," she said her eyes on his lips, she wanted to lean forward an kiss him but she knew that would probably be inappropriate at a time like this.

"You deserve to have both," Sam said his eyes boring into hers; he retook her hand without tearing his gaze.

Quinn couldn't help it anymore; she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Sam didn't do anything at first; he soon recovered from his shock and kissed her back. He placed one hand on her cheek and the other one on her waist.

Quinn smiled against his lips, and slipped her fingers into his soft blonde hair. Sam pulled away to look at her, their eyes still on each other, he stroked her cheek and she smiled. Quinn pulled him to her again and kissed him with a little more force then she intended. They eventually pulled away, knowing they would suffocate each other if they kissed any longer. Quinn looked up at him and smiled.

"I think we got to know each other well," she said blushing, and looking down at her and Sam's interlocked hands.

Sam lifted her chin up to look at him, "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said before kissing her again, when the broke apart, she put her head in his lap.

"I should probably get some sleep, tomorrow's going to be an interesting day," she said looking up at him.

Sam smiled and brushed some hair from her face and nodded, "it will indeed."