New Chapter, this one took forever to write. Is anyone else not really excited for the season premier of Glee, because there'll be no Sam? . Cuz I'm definitely not excited, but I do want to see Quinn's reaction and what their story is about Sam not being there. Gosh I hate Ryan Murphy and all the other producers of Glee. Anyways Enjoy

Quinn woke up with a stir. She was on her bed, in her bedroom, and damn did her head ever hurt. Quinn started to sit up, only to be pushed down by a pair of firm but gentle hands.

"No," Sam said, pushing her down on the bed, gently. He had been thinking of what he was going to say to her after she had woken up and now was his time to tell her.

Quinn looked up at the man, who was sitting beside her bed, in a white t-shirt and blue army pants. Yep, there he was, Sam Evans, he was really here, not just a figment of her imagination anymore, but he was really here.

"Sam?" she whispered, still unsure if this was a dream or real life. She looked at him questioningly before she realized that he was holding her hand. His touch made her realize that this wasn't a dream and her heart started to flutter, but her brain told her that he had left her, told her to marry Puck, led her on; he let her almost fall in love with him and then just left for two weeks without any communication. Her head was really winning this undecided mindset on Sam Evans.

"Shhh… it's ok," Sam said placing a small, folded wet towel to her forehead. Sam didn't leave her side for the entire 3 days she was asleep, he hadn't really explained this to the others yet, he just said that she was an old friend and that wasn't going to leave her side. He knew that he would have to tell them someday about Quinn, but he wasn't worried about that right now. Right now was all about her.

"What are you doing here? What happened? All I remember was running after Daisy in the battle a confederate soldier bugging me, and then the bomb exploding. How did I get here?" Quinn asked, trying to piece up the events of the time in her head, when she couldn't she looked into his handsome face full of question.

"Well, yes all of that did happen; you were hit by the fire, that explains these," Sam said pointing at her arm, which was wrapped up in a white cast, and the cuts along her neck, all stitched up of course. "I found you after the explosion, you were unconscious, and I carried you to the doctors. They gave you some stitches, gave you some medicine, and put your arm in a cast; don't worry it's not broken just sprained, apparently you hit your head pretty hard too," watching her face as realization finally hit her.

"How did I get here though?" Quinn asked gesturing to her bedroom.

"I didn't think that you'd be comfortable in one of those lumpy, hospital beds so I asked your friend Mercedes if I could take you to your room, it's cold out there too and right now you're running a high fever," Sam said extending his hand to adjust the towel on her forehead. Quinn noticed the large bandage on his right arm.

"What happened here?" she asked reaching out and touching his injured arm gently, stroking lightly.

"It's nothing, the war doesn't leave you unharmed you know. I'm fine though, it stopped hurting yesterday, the war was a few days ago so the cut's going to heal soon," Sam explained, Quinn lifted her hand from his arm and looked at him questioningly.

"A few days ago?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah, you've been asleep for about 3 days, but not unconscious; by the way you tend to talk in your sleep," Sam said smirking.

Quinn blushed, she had a pretty good idea what she had said in her sleep and having him replay what she said would have been too embarrassing so she didn't ask. "Umm… you watched me sleep?" she asked suddenly interested in her fingernails.

Sam smiled at her blush, "yeah, I did, you're cute when you sleep," he said tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Sam and Quinn both paused for a moment, realizing that the contact awkward he abruptly pulled his hand away from her face. She looked at him, she wasn't expecting Sam to do that, and it was somewhat awkward but it was comfortable, like it was meant to be.

Quinn wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but the voice in her head that kept replaying his words when he had left her was getting louder and louder and she couldn't take it anymore.

Quinn took a deep breath and let it all out, "why are you hear Sam? Are you here to tell me that I should marry Puck and have wonderful babies with him? Well my mother beat you to the chase so don't worry about that," Quinn said, her tone insensitive and harsh. She sat up, glaring at Sam when he tried to reach out to help her; he reluctantly pulled his hand back.

"Quinn, I- I don't know what to say," Sam stated truthfully, he uncomfortably shifted in his chair beside her bed and shuffled his feet, looking down at them.

"You don't have to say anything. Thank you for pulling me out from the destruction of my plantation that you and your soldiers caused," Quinn said sharply.

Hurt flashed across Sam's eyes, "you know that I didn't do that, I would never do that, you know that," Sam said defensively.

"Do I Sam? How would I know anything about you? We talked for a few hours before you just left me standing. Excuse me if I'm not showing all that southern hospitality towards you after that," Quinn snapped, anger boiling inside of her.

"Quinn-" Sam said trying to make her calm down.

"No, I don't want to hear what you've got to say Sam. We would all be better if you just left," Quinn said, it hurt her to say those words, but she knew that they were what was best for her.

"Quinn," Sam said again, unsure of what to say; he wanted to tell her that he wanted to be with her, that he was never going to leave her and that they could be together but he couldn't lie to her.

Mercedes popped through the door, holding Daisy and looking inevitably at Sam and Quinn who continued to stare at one another. Mercedes cleared her throat, indicating to the two that she was in the room.

"Umm… Miss. Quinn, it's good to see that you've finally awaken," Mercedes said walking over to the edge of Quinn's bed. She smiled at Sam and then at Quinn, "Mr. Sam brought you here a few days ago, he hasn't left you side since," Mercedes said expecting a smile out of Quinn but getting a scowl instead.

"Well, Mr. Sam was just leaving, weren't you Sam?" Quinn asked, looking at Mercedes, for the first time since she entered the room, briefly before looking back to Sam again.

Sam looked hurt; he face was lifeless, blank, and pale. Sam continued to stare at Quinn, before finally saying, "I guess so." He stood up and walked towards the door, he turned back before leaving and gave Quinn and apologetic look before exiting the room closing the door behind him.

Mercedes looked at Quinn who stared at the door in which Sam had just left, Quinn looked like she was going to burst into tears any minute now but she didn't. Daisy barked and Quinn drew her attention away from her puppy and smiled. She lifted her arms up to hold Daisy and Mercedes gave her the puppy.

Mercedes carefully sat down on the bed. "That was not wise Miss. Quinn," she briefly stated, looking out the window at the, now, destroyed plantation.

Quinn questioningly looked at her friend, but then she thought she knew what Mercedes was talking about, "what? Running after Daisy? I know it was stupid but I couldn't let her die in there," Quinn said hugging Daisy to her chest.

Mercedes shook her head, "I didn't mean that, I meant with Mr. Sam," Mercedes said looking straight into Quinn's eyes.

Quinn was confused, "with Sam? What do you mean I wasn't wise with Sam?" Quinn asked obviously confused.

Mercedes shifted on the bed, "he was here all of those three days you were asleep, day and night, he never left your side," Mercedes said watching Quinn's eyes soften and then go cold again.

"He left me, he led me on, I hate him," Quinn muttered coldly, not meeting Mercedes eyes, Quinn's eyes were a clear give away when she lied.

Mercedes shook her head, "no you don't Miss. Quinn," Mercedes said, he knew her well enough to know when she was lying, "and he came back, he took hell from the other soldiers when he stayed with you all night, but he didn't leave, he wasn't going to leave you again. Mercedes' eyes were serious, "he really loves you Miss. Quinn, and I know you love him too. Don't wait till he's gone to realize that, you never know when he could be taken from you, trust me."

Quinn knitted her eyebrows, "How would you know what it feels like?" Quinn questioned her best friend.

Mercedes sighed, "you probably don't remember, but his name was Matt, he came over from Africa a few years ago. We fell in love you know, I used to sneak out of the house at night and go to the plantation to see him. He said he was going to marry me someday and that he was going to get us to be free," Mercedes choked out, tears threatening to fall.

"Was?"Quinn asked, she had never seen her best friend so… broken.

"Matt wanted to be free, I told him it was too risky but he said that I didn't know how it was like to be free so I didn't understand. He told me that once he was free that he was going to come back for me, and he ran away. But he never came back, I don't even know where he is now, he could be dead but I wouldn't know," Mercedes said in a broken voice, tears were now falling from her eyes.

"Mercedes, I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Quinn said hugging her best friend, but Mercedes soon pulled away.

"Don't be sorry Miss. Quinn; be thankful to have what you have. I never got a chance to be with Matt but you have a chance to be with Mr. Sam, yes it's a long shot but it's still possible," Mercedes said leaving Quinn frozen in her spot.

"I should go know, we have to make dinner. You know that the Yankees have taken over the plantation, and travel in especially hard now a days so it'll be a while since your parents get back," Mercedes said, but Quinn barely even heard, her mind was transfixed on Sam.

Quinn simply nodded and with that Mercedes left Quinn alone to her thoughts, as Daisy was already asleep. Quinn stood up and went over to her window to see a few Union soldiers hanging out and talking, she does not see Sam however. Her eyes search the entire plantation until she sees Sam, he's walking towards the stables, with a thin, short soldier following behind him.

Quinn quickly takes a bath and changes her clothes before running out of her room to the stables.

_SQ_

"Sam, wait up!" Artie called from behind Sam. Sam stopped walking and turned around putting on a brave face for Artie.

"Hey man, what's up?" Sam asked casually, trying not to sound like he just had his heart ripped out.

"Well, I can ask you the same thing, and I think I deserve an answer more than you," Artie joked, but then went serious, "this is like the first time I've seen you out of Quinn Fabray's bedroom in like 3 days, I mean she must've been a really close friend for you to stay there with her." Artie sounded sincere, understanding, and Sam didn't like lying to him.

"Umm… yeah, listen Artie, I trust you because you're the only friend I have on base so I am kind of hoping that you won't repeat a word of this to anyone else," Sam said seriously looking Artie straight in the eyes.

Artie just nodded, "yeah, sure man, what is it?" Artie asked curiously

"Quinn Fabray's not an old friend, she's more of a new companion," Sam said struggling to find the right words.

"New companion?" Artie asked confusedly.

"Look, man, she was in the woods crying that day I was on night patrol and I asked her what was wrong and let's just say our relationship started off from there," Sam said truthfully, but leaving out the good parts of course.

"So you two are like together? Was she even really asleep during these three days or were you two just… you know, doing it?" Artie asked almost innocently.

Sam turned around and gave him a look of disbelief, "no! We're not 'doing it', we just met each other and we're not even together, it's complicated," Sam said turning back around and walking towards the stables, not really wanting talk about Quinn anymore. Artie followed him, walking beside Sam.

"Well, starting a relationship between two people who were born enemies should be complicated," Artie said, not letting the topic go.

Sam sighed, "look man, I told her that we couldn't be together and took her home that day, I told her to do the things that would give her a full life. She got mad saying that I led her on broke her heart and all that, when I tried to explain it to her she just told me to leave, so I did," Sam explained to Artie who finally understood.

Artie didn't know what to say, he was never good with words or trying to make people feel better, "do you love her?" he blurted out, not really thinking before he said that.

Sam stopped straight in his tracks and faced Artie; he was at a loss of words. 'Do I love her? I barely know her, all I knew about her was her name, her lifestyle, her problems, her feelings; ok so maybe I do know almost everything about her, but love was a really strong word, was this feeling love? Is love when you hate yourself for making that person upset? Is love when you think about that person 24/7? Is love when you can't stand being away from that person? Yes, yes it is. I never felt this way about Rachel, maybe this feeling is love.' Sam looked at Artie who was still waiting for an answer. Sam merely nodded; "yes I love her," He clearly stated turning back around and walking towards the stables, Artie again followed.

"Look, man I'm your friend, I'll support you no matter what you do about this," Artie said trying to be supportive, Sam turned around again.

"Thanks, Artie, it means a lot," he said as Artie nodded.

"You know I got to go help sharpen those swords, I'll see you later man," Artie said clapping him on the back and walking the other direction.

Sam sighed and continued walking, slowly, towards the stables. He wanted to get his horse and go for a ride; that always made him feel calm.

He finally got to the stables, about 15 minutes later, and before he could even enter he heard someone shout his name. Sam turned around to see Quinn Fabray, in a simple white dress, running towards him.

"Sam!" she called, running as fast as she could, her hair flying, she wouldn't stop until she was right in front of him.

"Quinn?" Sam asked confused, as she ran towards him so that she was three feet away from him, Quinn stopped and stood there in front of him. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your bed resting?" Sam asked shock turning into concern.

Quinn smiled at his concern, "Yes I should but I have to tell you something," Quinn took a deep breath, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy. Sam gave her a reassuring look and she knew that it was now or never.

Sam just stood there waiting for her to say what she needed to say, 'it couldn't be that bad could it? What did she possibly have to say to him?'

Quinn took a few more deep breaths before blurting out, "I love you."

Sam just looked at her, his face was blank, but his insides were shocked. He didn't move he didn't do anything; he just stood there staring at her. He felt giddy inside, he wanted to do a victory dance but he didn't move.

Quinn felt her confidence and self-esteem crash. 'He didn't say he loves me back! Mercedes was wrong, how could I have been so stupid?' Quinn's eyes felt hot and it wasn't long before tear started forming. "I knew it, I knew that you wouldn't feel the same way," she said turning around to leave.

Sam's mind snapped away from its flightiness and shock as her words hit him like a freight truck. He too knew that he had to say how he felt or he would lose her forever. Sam grabbed her hand as she was walking away and pulled her closer to him.

Quinn was confused, Sam face was just a few inches away from hers, and she didn't have any idea of what he was going to say or do.

"I love you too," Sam said smiling, watching Quinn face break out into a dazzling smile. Sam felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Quinn was practically flying inside. He said, he said he loved her and Quinn loved him. She was going to do whatever it takes for them to be together. Quinn put her hand on the back of Sam's neck and pulled his face towards hers crashing their lips together in a searing, passionate kiss.

Sam kissed her back with as much passion, it felt so good to have her lips against his, so right. His arms were wrapped around her waist and Quinn's were wrapped around his neck, Sam lifted her off the ground so that they were the same height and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Sam moved one of his hands and tangled in her luscious blonde hair, Quinn did the Sam pulling him closer. Sam's tongue traced Quinn's bottom lip, asking for entrance which she quickly granted. Their tongues were lashing against one another, battling for dominance.

The continued kissing and exploring each other's mouths for what seemed like forever, but then they both heard someone clear their throat and both Sam and Quinn froze. The pulled away their lips away from each other, though they were still in each other's embrace, and looked at the person who had just cleared their throat.

It was Artie, Sam and Quinn were both blushing like crazy and Sam set Quinn down on the ground and they untangle themselves from each other.

"Um… hey man," Sam said casually, like he just didn't have his tongue down Quinn Fabray's throat.

Artie merely laughed and walked over to Sam and Quinn, he held out his hand for Quinn to shake which she did. "Hi, I'm Artie; you must be the aforementioned Quinn Fabray. Sammy over here's got it bad for you," Artie said almost seriously.

Quinn laughed and Sam blushed redder, their relationship was finally a relationship, and they couldn't be happier about it.

Their finally together! Yay! But this is definitely not near the end of the story, it's just getting started my fellow readers. I'll start working on the next chapter when i get at least 30 reviews.

R&R