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Quinn watched as Sam rode away, not once looking back at her, not once. She cried, and cried, not caring who say her or what found her. She just wanted to let it all out, everything; Sam, Puck, her parents, everything. They were all out there through her tears. She liked Sam, really liked him, she knew that within a day or two she could grow to love him but he didn't even give her that chance. 'That's how it's supposed to be, we're not supposed to be together, we can't be.' She kept playing back those words in her mind. She knew that her parents would never approve of her being with Sam, even after the war, her parents would probably make Sam's life miserable in the process. The war was supposed to last a few months, 6 at most, maybe after he'd finish serving for his country, he could serve for her. But Quinn knew that was a long shot. 'Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be' Quinn sighed and got up; she wiped away her tears and started walking toward the front door of her house.
The door men smiled when she door there, "Miss Fabray," he said before opening the door for her. Quinn stepped into her lavish home and put on a brave face, this was her life and she had to live it.
"Quinn!" her mother exclaimed when she say her daughter, "oh my goodness, Quinny! Where have you been? Are you ok? You're a mess!" Quinn sighed, her mother was a perfectionist and she hated that, Judy Fabray hugged her daughter.
"I'm fine Mother, I just went riding and fell asleep in the woods, I totally lost track of time," Quinn lied, trying to sound convincing, she wasn't going to tell her parents about Puck, they wouldn't believe her and if they did they would scold her for not opening her legs for him. Judy let go of Quinn and smiled, your father's in his study, he would like to see you, but you should clean up before seeing him.
Quinn hesitantly nodded and made her way to her bedroom, and back to her arranged life.
After a long bath and time to think about herself, Quinn made her way to her father's study.
"Father?" Quinn asked knocking on the door lightly, before letting herself in, shaking nervously.
"Ah, Quinn, good to see you've come back home safely, I am surprised that you didn't tell anyone before taking going for a ride in the woods," Russell Fabray said looking up from his news paper and mentioning Quinn to sit down.
"I was just out for some air and wanted a ride, she wasn't going to tell her parents about Sam, they'd tell her that he was a worthless, piece of trash, they said that about all the union soldiers.
"Quinn, let's get to the point here, you need to find a husband soon," Russell looked her in the eyes, trying to get his point across.
"I'm not 18 for another year father, I'm sure I'll have time to find someone," Quinn looked away, she didn't want to find anyone, she wanted Sam. But she knew that that was never going to happen.
"Quinn, Noah Puckerman isn't going to wait around forever," her father stated clearly. That made Quinn mad, her parents were so set on her marrying Puck that they basically threw away the question of other guys.
"Father, there are other guys," Quinn tried not to sound rude, but she really didn't want to talk to her father right now.
"Not all of those guys rich like Noah," her father was really making this difficult for her, she just wanted to leave, go to her room and brood over Sam.
"Father, we have time," Quinn said not trying to get her father mad at her, but almost innocently.
"Ok, but this conversation isn't over Quinn, you're really starting to scare me about this whole marriage thing, I mean who do you think you're going to marry one of them," her father said pointing to the union soldiers on the cover of the newspaper and snorting with laughter.
That shocked Quinn to her core, but she fake laughed along with her father and nodded, "of course not," she said before getting up and walking out.
She wasn't that close with her father, he rarely talked to her, once or twice at the dinner table was it. Quinn opened the door to her bedroom and walked in and plopped herself down on the bed. She lay sideways, facing the window, starring out into the distance, towards Sam's camp. She hoped she'd get to see him again.
_ SQ_
2 weeks later
Sam was current sitting on the forest floor listening to Will say something about battle combat. The other soldiers had been real impressed by what he had done that night 2 weeks ago when he told them. He didn't mention the part about Quinn though, he was trying his best to forget about her but that was quite difficult. She was currently haunting his mind, her eyes, her smile, her lips, the feel of her lips on his… Sam was brought back to reality when Will called him out.
"Huh, what?" Sam asked looking up at Will, embarrassed that he had been caught daydreaming.
"I asked if you wanted to lead the march today, we're going hunting for some food and there isn't much in these woods," Will said slightly annoyed.
"Oh uh, yea, sure," Sam said, this was going to be a long day.
Sam fired a shot straight for the deer's chest, it was dead within seconds.
"Whoa, you got quite some aim there," said Arthur Abrams, most commonly known as Artie. Artie was one of Sam's fellow soldiers and was also from Ohio. He had large black-rimmed glasses and short brown hair.
"Thanks," Sam replied admiring his catch as he collected the deer. Artie was the smallest guy on base, but he was also probably the smartest.
"What was it like?" Artie asked, his voice low a whisper, as he helped Sam collect the deer.
"Shooting the deer? Well, umm… it was uh… fun I guess," Sam was utterly confused. He and Artie hadn't really said much before to each other, before being paired up for this hunting duty.
Artie laughed, "no, I mean killing a person?" his voice was still quiet, "I've never… killed anyone before, so I just want to know what it feels like."
Sam nodded and shrugged, "it's not at all warm and fuzzy if you wanted to know. It's scary and sad. It makes you feel so guilty and questions your mind set on this whole war,' Sam shuddered at the thought of it all.
"I doubt it, I already think this war is a bunch of bullshit and I haven't even faced any live action yet," Artie said making sure no one else could hear his un-soldier like confession.
Sam smiled; he was starting to really like Artie. "I agree," Sam said, they had finished collecting the deer and were about to go find the others when they heard Will shout.
"Everyone get back to base now!" All the soldiers started scattering towards camp immediately, Sam and Artie were no exceptions. They ran as fast as they could with the heavy deer in their hands. Once everyone was on base Will addressed the soldiers.
"Men, they're going to attack soon, I believe today, we have to be prepared at all times. They were spotted near the Fabray plantation; it's the biggest one in Virginia so it would be harder to find them."
Sam's heart sank, 'the Fabray plantation', Quinn's plantation, the place he had last seen her. It had been a week and he still couldn't get her off his mind, she was everywhere in his dreams, in his thoughts, he had never thought about Rachel that way. Sam was as confused as ever, he liked Quinn, he did, he couldn't love her after one night of getting to know each other could he?
Sam's thoughts were interrupted, again, by the sound of a gunshot. Will grabbed his riffle and turned to the soldiers, "it's time," he said marching towards the shot riffle up, the other's got their riffles and immediately followed. Sam was near the front, he was about to take part in an actual battle but all he could think about going back to the Fabray plantation.
_SQ_
Quinn was sitting on her bed, her little Yorkshire terrier Daisy was in her lap, and Mercedes was sitting behind her braiding her hair. "He was so amazing Mercedes, it was coming straight for me and he stepped right in front of me and pushed me away. Luckily the shot went wide, but it was like he was going to take a bullet for me," Quinn marveled to her best friend. Mercedes was the only one who knew about Sam, the only one who she could trust. It came out one night when Quinn woke up from a terrible dream about marrying Puck and then about him raping her, and then about Sam and him leaving her to Puck; she had walked straight to Mercedes room and started crying. Mercedes immediately comforted her and Quinn told her everything.
Mercedes smiled, she had known Quinn since she was 5 years old and had never heard her talk about anyone the way she talked about Sam. "He sounds amazing, Miss. Quinn, I really hope I get to meet him one day," Mercedes immediately regretted her words as she saw Quinn start to quietly sob. Daisy looked up at her owner sadly and licked Quinn's cheek trying to comfort her.
"He probably (sniff) doesn't even (sniff) remember me," Quinn was now full on crying, she was usually so calm and collected, but Sam Evans did things to her that she didn't even understand. She petted Daisy's head lovingly, as her puppy squirmed in her lap.
"That can't be true, I'm sure he thinks about you all the time," Mercedes said trying to reassure her, she didn't like when Quinn cried, especially when it was basically her fault. Quinn just shook her head; it had been two weeks since she had last seen Sam and those had been two horrible weeks. Sam was everywhere, his handsome face poignant in her mind.
Quinn's parents were both currently out of town, her father, being one of the many southern plantation owners to be threatened by the union to lose his land, went to Washington to try to convince newly instated President Lincoln to keep the Yankees from taking his land. The thought of the Yankees taking over her home scared Quinn; they surly couldn't all be as sweet as Sam and that didn't sit well with Quinn. Her mother was in Richmond, at some kind of socialite convention which she had begged Quinn to attend but her less than eager daughter declined. There hadn't been any more 'husband parties' because of the union threat, much to Quinn's pleasure but that didn't stop her mother from constantly telling Quinn about Puck's many manly accomplishments and his father's money; yes, his father's money was a commonly addressed topic in the household. But Quinn's major concern, through all of that, was Sam and those damn, dreamy eyes of his.
Quinn sighed, "he probably has a wonderful life waiting for him, maybe even with a girlfriend too," Quinn said wiping her tears and playing with a drowsy Daisy's hair.
Mercedes sighed, continuing to braid Quinn's hair, "you don't know that Miss. Quinn, and look I'm sorry for saying tha-" Mercedes tried to apologize; things usually weren't good when Quinn was upset.
"It's alright," Quinn said cutting her off, she really didn't feel like talking about Sam anymore, "let's talk about something else okay." Just then they heard a gunshot being fired in the near distance.
Daisy leapt down from Quinn's lap and ran towards the full length window, Quinn stood up and followed.
"What was that?" Mercedes asked walking over to Quinn and Daisy.
"A gunshot," Quinn replied looking down at the battle going on, on the ground.
It was indeed and battle, there they were, the confederates in gray and the Yankees in blue, riffles firing away, ready to kill one another. Quinn was in charge of house here, she had to do something but she was petrified with fear, Sam wasn't here this time to protect her, she was a; alone and she needed to do something about it.
"Order the others to lock all the doors, close all the windows, and pull in all the curtains," she said to Mercedes who nodded and left the room to address the other remaining slaves.
Quinn continues to watch as blood shed took place in front of her own eyes, she looked down to pick up Daisy but she wasn't there. Quinn looked around for her puppy, but she was no where to be found.
"Daisy?" Quinn called out, in return she received silence. 'Hmm… maybe she followed Mercedes out,' Quinn thought. She walked downstairs in hopes of finding Mercedes and Daisy, but she only saw Mercedes there shutting the curtains in the den.
"Mercedes, have you seen Daisy?" Quinn asked walking over to her friend who shook her head.
"No, why? She isn't with you?" Mercedes asked, Quinn shook her head, "oh, well, I don't know then, I thought she was with you."
Quinn sighed and left to find Daisy. She went to the main hall, and there was daisy running straight past the open door outside towards the battle.
"Daisy no!" Quinn yelled running after her unaware puppy. Daisy ran straight towards the plantation with Quinn sprinting after her. Soon, Quinn had finally gotten a hold of Daisy; she picked her up and hugged her to her chest. Quinn looked around; she didn't know where she was or how to get back to the house; she was lost in her father's giant plantation.
Quinn gulped, this was not good, this was not good at all. She saw a confederate soldier's body lying there not far from where she was standing and the gunshots where killing her eardrums. She was right in the middle of the battle.
Quinn tried to find her way back home, when she bumped into a soldier wearing a gray uniform, his name tag said Karofsky.
"Oooh, what do we have here?" said the soldier to his friend in a mocking tone, "you with them blondie?" he referred to the Yankees.
Quinn shook her head, "no," she said scared shitless.
The soldier raised an eyebrow, "really, it looks like you are," he said referring to her dress that had gotten dirty from running after Daisy, "southern girls would never wear a muddy dress like that, are you a nurse or a whore? I hear the Yankees keep whores on their bases," he stepped closer to Quinn causing her to step back.
"Ne-neither, I'm not with the Yankees," Quinn stuttered, she really didn't want to show this guy that she was scared.
"Whatcha got there?" he asked pointing at Daisy; he had a huge, goofy grin on his face.
"My dog," Quinn said tightening her grip on Daisy.
"Is that so? I hear the whores carry around dogs these days and you'd be welcome to warm my bed, I'll pay much more than those Yankees," the soldier said eyeing her up and down. Quinn felt her fear turn into anger, how dare one of her own soldiers speak to her, or therefore anyone, that way?
"How dare you speak to me that way? I am Quinn Fabray! I own the very land you are standing on!" Quinn yelled at the soldier who was flabbergasted.
The soldier cheeks went red, "oh…um…I'm so very sorry, um… Miss," the soldier stammered, looking down at his feet, "I…uh…got to go," and with that her quickly walked away trying to avoid further humiliation.
Quinn sighed and looked around she heard screaming in the distance and within seconds a bomb exploded nearby, causing a huge, fiery blast. Quinn was left standing there weathering through the fire, the ground shook causing Quinn to fly straight towards the fire. She fell with a loud thump, flames everywhere. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Daisy jumping to the ground and running away from the explosion.
_SQ_
Another confederate soldier down, Sam was on a roll, taking down soldier after soldier. He's killed a few, most of them were severely wounded, but not dead; Sam had a lump in his throat the size of Texas, but he put that away not wanting to show any sympathy for the men who wanted to rip his head off. Sam wasn't left unscratched by the battle, he had a pretty big gash on his left arm and a bloody cut above his eye.
This was actually a good first battle for Sam, he was quick enough to dodge a few bullets and he didn't have any fatal injuries so things were going pretty good. After finishing off his man, Sam turned around to see the union cannon being raised by Artie and a few other soldiers. Artie gave Sam a 'get out of the way' look and lit the canon, Sam quickly obliged and within seconds the canon went off.
The explosion its self was huge, it was a smoke-filled, flame-erupting detonation. Everyone within its radius either dropped dead or was badly wounded by the fire, Sam watched as the confederates went down one by one in the smoke. His eyes hurt to witness so much bloodshed, but he continued to watch making sure none of the union soldiers were caught in the fire.
After the fire was put out and the smoke was all cleared up, Will led the remaining soldiers to bury the dead and treat the wounded, they may have been the reason for their dismal but they cleaned up after themselves.
"Hey!" Artie called running over to Sam who was walking towards a dead soldier, whose name tag read Karofsky.
Sam turned around, "hey, you okay?" he asked Artie who didn't look one bit scratched.
Artie shrugged, "I'm fine, Captain had me on canon duty, so I didn't have to face any one-on-one combat, but you don't look so well," Artie said eyeing Sam's injuries.
Sam shook his head, "I'll get it checked out after we're finished cleaning up," Sam said, he really didn't want someone to die just because they were too late to find them; he looked down at the dead soldier.
"Me and Mike got this one, he looks a little big and we don't want you to hurt that arm even more, believe it or not you're kind of our best shooter," Artie said calling over another soldier who went by Mike. Sam nodded and made his way further into the burnt plantation.
It didn't take long for Sam to find his next casualty, but this one wasn't a soldier, it was a girl. Sam quickly walked over to the unconscious girl, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was.
But it was that face that he couldn't get out of his mind for the past 2 weeks was right there in front of him. Sam knelt down and gently brushed some hair away from Quinn's face, as if to make sure it was really her. She still looked alive, like she was breathing; Sam placed his hand over Quinn's heart, praying for a beat. And it was there, a soft thumping in her chest; Sam gently shook her, trying to wake her up.
"Quinn? Quinn, please wake up," Sam pleaded but she didn't wake. Sam carefully lifted her off the ground, and despite his pain, and carried her bridal style to the hospital tent. He hoped that she would make it.
I know its been a while since before I updated this, but this one was kinda hard to write and its longer.
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