July came sooner then it was expected. It had been a full 3 months since Quinn had meet Sam, 2 months since they admitted their love for each other, and about 1 month since they had first made love. Things were going well for them; life was good. Quinn's parents were still out of town, but they would be home soon. It wouldn't be a pretty sight but Quinn would tell them that she didn't want to marry Puck or anyone of those other men, she wanted Sam. Her parents would be furious, they would yell and scream, but Quinn thought that she would be able to survive it; for her and Sam she could survive anything.
Today she and Mercedes were taking a walk in the fields, while the soldiers were setting up camp by the river, in case of an unexpected attack. Quinn worried about the potential attacks that Sam had told her about, she knew that she still was a southern girl, but these men were trying to kill the man she loved and she wanted them gone as soon as possible.
"Do you think we're going to have an attack soon?" Quinn asked Mercedes, who was looking straight ahead at the endless plantation.
"I don't know Miss. Quinn, I hope not, but I over heard the captain saying that the confederates have been pressuring through the navy," Mercedes said watching Quinn's scared reaction, "but don't worry, I'm sure its going to be alright. I mean they won't hurt us."
"But what about Sam?" Quinn asked stopping and looking at Mercedes who sighed.
"Ms. Quinn, Mr. Sam will be okay, he's a very good soldier," Mercedes tried to reassure Quinn, who shook her head.
"I'm scared," she admitted, starting to walk again.
"We all are, but we have to be confident that we'll be ok," Mercedes said following her, Quinn thought about that for a while and nodded, but she wasn't so sure.
Quinn didn't know what she would do if something happened to Sam; she wouldn't be able to cope. It would take away every bit of her spirit if Sam got hurt or worse… Quinn shook her head back to reality and continued to walk with Mercedes, not wanting to think about this.
Quinn smiled at the little children who were playing behind the church. Today was Sunday, and even though she wasn't the most righteous girl in town, she wanted people to think she was and church helped her keep her mind off of the recent worries that were taking place in her mind. Quinn walked through the widely open doors and sat down in the back of the church, hoping to not get noticed. She hadn't really kept in contact with anyone from town after the Yankees had invaded her father's land. She really hoped she could get out of here without getting noticed.
Quinn listened intently to the priest as he talked about the deep sin of desire. This made Quinn blush a deep red, she felt like the priest was speaking directly to her but he wasn't even looking her way. Quinn looked down at her hands; she had slept with a man before they were married. That was probably the biggest sin she could commit at her age. She had always been a good catholic, coming to church every Sunday, reading the bible, rarely lying; but she had made love to a man while an unmarried woman. She didn't want to admit that making love to Sam was a mistake, but she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. No, it wasn't a mistake, but it wasn't right.
If her parents ever found out they would disown her for sure. Her innocence was gone, she was no longer an untouched virgin, she was a woman and a little part of her felt a little good about it. She and Sam had made love about a week ago, and they had made love about 10 times during that time and she had never once felt guilty about it before but now she felt dirty and indulgenced. She had lost her virtue, and had taken Sam's along with it. But every time she saw his face, she didn't regret anything anymore, she never really regretted it, but she didn't even feel guilty anymore. Smiling at the memory of Sam, Quinn knew that she was going to marry him someday and that all of this wouldn't be an issue any more.
As Quinn tried to sort out her head the priest had finished talking and everyone was now silently praying to the lord.
….
Quinn ducked her head to make sure she couldn't be seen, but it was too late. "Quinn!" Santana Lopez called, ushering a couple of other girls along with her towards Quinn.
Quinn sighed and put on a fake smile, there was a time when she and Santana were best friends but that had changed long ago. Santana had become self-obsessed and had starting competing with Quinn for everything, and Quinn didn't like that, Santana as usual was oblivious towards her feelings. "Santana!" Quinn said with fake excitement as the olive-skinned girl hugged her.
"Quinn, it's been too long, how've you been? I heard the Yankees have invaded your land, that must be horrible," Santana said with a small smirk, which would've been frequently unnoticeable but Quinn caught it. Of course Santana was delighted that Quinn's father's land had been invaded by the Yankees, her father, who owned the only other plantation in town was always deemed lower than her father and Santana hated that.
"Oh, it's been okay," Quinn said playing along with Santana's fake concern for her. Beside Santana was Brittany, who was also Quinn's friend but after Santana turned on her, so did Brittany who did everything Santana told her to do.
"Oh, really? Well you'll never believe what I heard?" Santana said again with fake concern that anyone with a brain could see right through, "I heard that you were spending the night with some of the soldiers. Must be a nasty rumor right?"
Brittany and the other girl snickered while Santana gave Quinn a fake sympathetic look. Quinn looked at Santana and if looks could kill Santana would be dead right there. " Well, I'm sure the men you're with like to tell you stories like those while they please you don't they," Quinn said tired of playing this pathetic game with her. The girls behind Santana gasped and Santana gave her the death glare. After awhile Santana just laughed.
"Well, Quinn didn't think you had it in you, but after Noah Puckerman raped you at one of your own parties, I guess you get vice," Santana said walking out if the church. Quinn was shocked. How did Santana know about that? They only person her had told was Sam and she knew that he hadn't told a soul. Then it hit her.
She ran after Santana, out of the church. "You're plan didn't work you know. Puck never raped me, I got away," Quinn yelled after Santana who whipped around.
"My plan?" Santana said in disbelief, "you think it was my plan to have Noah Puckerman sleep with you? So what he can wed you?"
Quinn looked at her as Santana stormed towards her. "You listen to me Quinn Fabray, I know your with one of those soldiers, and you probably think you'll live happily ever after with them," Santana spat in her face, "you better be best that I haven't stolen him away from you, I'm sure he'd come running to me as soon as I show the slightest bit of interest in him."
Quinn shook her head what else did Santana know? "you're wrong. He loves me, and I love him. You can't take that away," Quinn said with hot, watery eyes.
Santana laughed, "he loves you? Well wake up princess, he doesn't love you, and your never going to end up with him, he's going to end up dying in this war!" Santana said watching Quinn freeze, she knew she had hit a sensitive spot. Santana smirked and walked away, but not before the big blow was hit. Quinn just stood there frozen in her spot.
_ SQ_
That night Quinn fell asleep late. She had eventually ran home crying from the church, she spent her entire afternoon locked up in her room crying her eyes out, but eventually sleep took her over. Usually she couldn't sleep without Sam, but after a day like today, Quinn was exhausted.
Sam came in a few moments after she had fallen asleep. It had been a long day of strategizing and light training, the captain had told them that General McDowell, who was in charge of these specific forces, wanted to attack General Beauregard's troops who were stationed right outside of Manassas Junction, Virginia, near the Bull Run River. The captain said that the confederate army was small and inexperienced so that they should win that battle easily, but, even though Sam didn't say anything, he knew that their army was just as inexperienced.
Of course he wasn't going to tell Quinn any of this before it was absolutely necessary. They had decided to attack in late July and that gave Sam a few weeks to try and soften her up a little. But that was going to be challenge, Quinn was hard headed and stubborn, she yell and be upset but this was out of Sam's hands.
He cautiously entered her room afraid she had already heard about the attack, even though it was top secret, and was going to lash out on him. But when he saw Quinn's petite figure curled up on her bed, sleeping peacefully, his heart melted immediately. Sam quietly walked over to her and lightly kissed her on the forehead, not trying to wake her, but just trying to let her know that he was here.
But that was unsuccessful, because as soon as Quinn felt his soft, warm lips on her skin, her eyes quickly snapped open. She smiled when she saw Sam in front of her, she had just woken up from a horrible dream about Sam getting killed in the war and she was terrified. Sam saw that her eyes were red and puffy and that worried him; she had been crying.
"Sam," Quinn whispered, lifting her arms up, still laying on the bed, for Sam to hug her. Sam smiled at her; he took of his jacket and gently fell into her arms. He was leaning down to hug her, as she was still lying on the bed. Quinn had her arms wrapped tightly around Sam's neck and her face pressed into the crook of his neck. Sam shifted a little uncomfortably in her arms and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding himself up with his hands. Quinn felt Sam's uncomfortable position and she pulled all of him on top of her, not wanting to let go of him tonight.
Sam chuckled lightly on top of her and wrapped his arms tightly around her body, "I love you," he whispered against her hair. Quinn, whose face was still pressed into the crook of his neck, let silent tears fall down her face to his skin, not caring anymore about being confident and strong around him.
Sam felt tears on his skin and pulled back a little to look at Quinn's tear filled face, her eyes redder than before. Sam was surprised and a little worried at the same time, "Quinn? What's wrong?" Sam asked kissing away her tears and gently caressing her face.
Quinn continued to cry, "I-I'm sc-scared Sam" Quinn said through her tears. Sam just looked at her. He had no idea what was going on, he hoped it had nothing to do with the war; he hated seeing her like this.
Sam tired to sit up, but Quinn tightened her hold on his neck and pulled him down. "Quinn talk to me, tell me what's wrong so that I can help you," Sam said holding her face in his hands, making her look at him.
Quinn sniffed, "I'm scared be-because you're going to leave me Sam," she said, a whole new wave of tears flowing through her. Sam just looked at her confused as she burst into tears.
"What are you talking about Quinn, I'm never going to leave you," Sam reassured her, unsure if she was referring to the war or not.
Quinn just shook her head, "you won't have a choice Sam, the war's going to take you away from me, you could get seriously hurt or-or e-even k-killed. We're never going to have a chance to properly be together" Quinn said pressing her face into the crook of his neck and holding on to him as if her life depended on it, and in some ways it did.
Sam sighed, he should have known she was talking about this the moment she started crying but he wanted to be sure, "nothing's going to happen to me Quinn," Sam reassured her wiping away her tears, "I'm going to come back to you safe and sound, I won't let anything separate us," Sam flipped them over so that she was on top of him.
Quinn looked at him; the love and determination in his eyes, made her feel a little better. She propped her self up on her hands so that their faces were in line with on another, "I love you, Sam," she said before pressing her lips against his in a soft passionate kiss. Sam tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her back, before pulling away just a little to talk to her.
"Are you ok now?" Sam asked running his hands over her body, his warm breath washing over her face. Quinn stroked his cheek, and gave him a small smile.
"You make me so happy," she said pressing her forehead against his, pressing her lips to his again in a soft kiss.
"It's going to be okay, Quinn," Sam said after they pulled away, "I won't let anything happen to you or me." Quinn smiled, for real this time. She loved Sam so much; he always knew what to say. "But you have to tell me what brought this on. You were fine yesterday," he said kissing her cheek.
Quinn looked down and sighed, "News travels Sam, people talk and they were talking about you guys relocating to fight bigger more powerful armies. It wasn't long before I heard." Quinn said nuzzling her face in his neck.
"But why were you crying? You should have talked to me before you started crying about some rumor. You're not telling me something Quinn," Sam said bringing Quinn up to face him.
"Because I went to church today and Santana Lopez and I got into a fight and she said some things and she said that you were going to die. When someone says it to you it seems more real, Sam!" Quinn said a fresh wave of tears falling from her eyes.
Sam shook his head, "no, no, that's not going to happen sweetheart," Sam said trying to calm her " I promise, nothing is going to happen to me, I won't let anyone take me away from you, I promise."
Quinn just buried her face in Sam's chest, her body shaking. Sam just hugged her, whispering soothing words to her. They eventually feel asleep, with her on top of him; wrapped in each other's arms.
_ SQ_
The next morning Quinn woke up to find herself still wrapped up in Sam's arms. She smiled, Sam was usually gone by the time she woke up every morning, but he had stayed today, probably because of her emotional breakdown last night.
She kissed him lightly, watching as he stirred and finally opened his eyes, looking up at her.
"Good morning, Quinn," Sam said studying her face, making sure that she was okay after last night. Quinn smiled at him and gave him another peck on the lips,
"Good morning my love," she said sighing as he rubbed her back.
"So, uh… are you alright. You know after last night?" Sam asked as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
Quinn just nodded and brought herself up to face Sam, you know you really shouldn't have stayed, I'm fine. They'll probably be wondering where you are," she said guiltily, hoping he didn't get in too much trouble for staying with her.
"No, its okay. Everyone probably knows that I'm with you," Sam said stroking her hair, "but it is getting late, I should probably go now that I know you're ok."
Quinn didn't like that Sam had to leave, she wanted to stay in his arms longer, but she knew that he had to go, "alright," she said.
Sam flipped them around, so that he was on top and pressed his lips to hers passionately. Quinn smiled, and kissed him back, her hand going to the nape of his neck. Sam sighed against her mouth and too soon for either of their liking, he pulled away.
"I really should go, before you force me to stay here," Sam said smiling, he pecked her lips one more time and got up, he put on his jacket and turned to Quinn one last time before he would leave. "I love you," he said before kissing her forehead and walking out of the room.
Quinn eventually did get out of bed; she cleaned up and went down stairs to be greeted by an anxious Mercedes.
"Good morning Mercedes," Quinn said studying her best friend's uneasy face, "what's wrong?"
"Miss. Quinn your parents are back."