Biggest Apologies for not uploading sooner. I did have this chapter half completed before my computer went crazy on me and shut down before I could save :( But, no matter, I soldier on haha.

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"The car runs fine he says. Don't worry, I have my phone if anything happens he says. We'll be there in a jiffy he says. And now we are broken down somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania, with no cell reception and night falling with about 5 hours still ahead of us before we reach New York. And yet I fail to see the irony!"

Quinn sat in the passenger seat of the car with the car door wide open while Sam had his head buried under the car's front bonnet before shooting it up to look back at Quinn.

"Hey! Never in my life have I used the word jiffy." Sam sarcastically retorted to Quinn, making her giggle despite their current situation. "And how was I supposed to know that the car wouldn't hold out on us?"

"Oh, I don't know Sam. I just thought you would have some idea seeing as this is, oh, your family car!" Quinn said jumping out of her seat to walk to the car's front to see exactly what Sam was doing. Not that she had any idea about the first thing regarding cars.

"So...Do we know what the problem is?" Quinn asked blankly, placing her hands on her hips and staring into the car's engine. Sam looked up at her and Quinn noticed he now had a smear of black grease across his cheek.

"Well we can probably say that the engine has just given up on us." Sam said straightening up and wiping the sweat from his brow. "All we need to do is find somewhere where we can call a mechanic from and why are you smiling at me like that?"

Quinn giggled as she walked a little closer to Sam and picked up the rag that has laying on the open bonnet. "You've got a little something on you cheek." She said as she wrapped part of the rag around her thumb and placed it against Sam's cheek.

Under the touch of the rough rag, Sam could still feel Quinn's warm touch. It sent chills up his spine and gave him a warm feeling inside. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't be tempted to look into hers. Her touch was one thing but looking into her eyes at the same time would most likely make him do something that he would regret later.

Quinn pulled her hand away from his face and Sam re-opened his eyes. They then both stared at each other for a moment before Quinn turned away and Sam reached up to pull the bonnet of the car back down. Quinn walked back around to the passenger side of the car and threw the rag into the back seat. She looked back to Sam who, Quinn realized, had walked a few feet away from the car and looked as though he was heading up the road away from her.

"Sam, where are you going?" Quinn called as she went to walk after him. Sam had stopped walking at the sound of her voice but continued to stare ahead for a moment before turning around. Sam had a little smile on his face and seemed to be laughing about something. He walked back to Quinn who just stared at him in puzzlement.

"I would love to know what is making you laugh at a time like this?" Quinn ask blankly continuing to stare at an amused Sam.

"Nothing really" Sam said casually as he walked to the trunk of the car and retrieved his and Quinn's bags from it. "Just the fact that we have been sitting here for about an hour and neither of us had noticed the motel a couple of miles up the road."

Quinn turned her head up the road. At first glance she couldn't see anything. But she squinted slightly and in the far distance she could see some sought of roadside building. Quinn, like Sam, guessed it was a motel due to a source of flashing light that was producing from it (probably from some sought of sign to aware potential customers) which had now become noticeable in the change from day to night.

"You have got to be kidding me. How did we miss that?" Quinn asked, grabbing her suitcase off Sam who now stood to her left. He continued to chuckle to himself.

"Why are you still laughing!"

"Because, when things in life look bad, a simple laugh can cheer you up." Sam said casually before he started moving towards the motel.

"Wait, what?" Quinn quickly said, making Sam turn around.

"I said; When things look bad in-"

"No, no, I know what you said." Quinn said, cutting Sam off mid sentence and moved closer towards him, thinking how she had thought the exact same thing on the night of Kurt's show while she had been trying to get ready. "I was just wondering where you'd heard it before?"

Sam thought for a moment. "I don't know." He said shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I've always thought it. Why?" He asked, looking over Quinn who, by the look on her face, was thinking very hard and looking slightly confused at the same time.

"No reason." Quinn said quickly, snapping out of her thoughts and resumed walking towards their destination. Sam caught up to her and the pair of them walked in silence for a few minutes. Minutes in which Quinn noticed that the motel didn't seem to get any closer and darkness had well and truly set in thanks to a cover of clouds that now hovered above them.

"Oh my god, why aren't we getting any closer." Quinn said exasperated. She stopped walking for a moment to take her heals off. While they did look fabulous on, she had to admit that they were not suited for roadside walking. "Hang on a second, I'm gonna put some flats on." Quinn reached into her bag and replaced her footwear with a pair of ballet flats. "God, could this night get any worse? No car, sore feet, night time, what next?"

At that exact moment, thunder crashed above the heads of the two blondes and seconds later, rain started pouring from the sky. Sam looked over at Quinn who stood with a glum look on her face.

"Don't say a word." Quinn said, still facing away from Sam who had gone to open his mouth to say, what Quinn assumed would be, a witty remark. "Just start running."

With that, the duo picked up their luggage and bolted towards the motel under the thundering rain that hailed down on them.

IPROMISEIPROMISEIPROMISE

"One room for the night please."

Quinn was shaking. Both her and Sam were drenched from head to toe in water, their clothes clinging to their body. Quinn stood at the reception desk in front of a man with a thick mustache and large body. He had semi dark skin and a balding head. And even though the air conditioner was blasting, making both her and Sam shiver even more, sweat still managed to drip from his forehead.

"Preferably with two single beds." Quinn added as the man just sat behind the desk staring at his two dripping customers. He then got up from his seat and grabbed a key off one of the few hooks behind him.

"Only room available is diz room." The man said with a thick russian accent. "Rest is being fumigated for bug."

"Well that sounds promising." Quinn said under her breath. The man extended his hand and Quinn grabbed the key from it. The keys had a little number 11 on them. "Could we have a wake up call at six o'clock please?"

The man simply grunted and Quinn took that as a yes. She payed him 50 dollars for the room, as advertised on the sign out front, then turned around and picked her bag up. Sam followed suit after he had been standing by the door waiting for Quinn to finish up.

"Room is on oder side of lot. Straight across." The Man called as Quinn and Sam exited the reception room. "My name Boris." Sam quickly poked his head inside the room.

"Thanks Boris." Sam said over enthusiastically, making Boris smile slightly, who seemed unaware of Sam's sarcasm.

The couple ran across the parking lot to a door with the number 11 on it. Quinn inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. Both her and Sam rushed inside and she shut the door behind them, which lessened the noise of the rain and thunder outside.

"Well this is...different." Sam said staring into the room as Quinn locked the door. She then turned around and took in her surroundings.

It was simple. Well it was less then simple. Simple normally came with a lounge or a mini bar fridge or at the least maybe a desk. All this had was another door which they assumed opened up to the bathroom. On one side of the room was a small television set which was so old it still had bunny antennae ears on it and on the other side of the room was a double bed with a bedside table and lamp on each side. One contained a phone.

"A double bed." Quinn said, dropping her suit case where it was by the door and walking forward. "I asked him for a two singles. Stupid Boris." Quinn slumped onto the bed and hung her head out of annoyance and tiredness.

"Well I don't think we'll do any better." Sam said as he sat down next to Quinn on the bed. "Seeing as the rest of this charming motel is being fumigated for-"

"BUG!"

Quinn screamed as she noticed on the floor a cockroach the size of coaster crawl out from under the bed and towards the door, where is slipped under its crack and out into the rain. Still that didn't stop Quinn from jumping up and landing on Sam, wrapping her arms around his back and burying her petrified face into his neck. Sam, taken by surprise, didn't know how to react. But when Quinn didn't let go even though she had stopped squealing but continued to breathe heavily out of fright, he moved his muscular arms onto her her back like she had to him and held her for comfort. A few seconds past and they said nothing to one another, before Quinn let out an apology.

"I'm sorry." She said, looking out of Sam's neck and into his handsome face. "I don't know what it is but bug's just make my skin crawl."

"It's okay." Sam said calmly, looking into her beautiful eyes. "I don't mind."

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. The longer they did, the more dazed they became. It was as if they had some kind of charm over one another. A charm that did not want to be broken

Sam slowly moved one of his hands from holding Quinn's back to her forehead. He brushed part of her drenched hair that clung to her sweet face away, making Quinn smile. She as well moved her hand from his back to his front. The way in which Sam's white shirt clung to his body from the rain made Quinn fully see his sculpted physique under it. Not realizing what she was doing, she ran her hand over it ever so gently, making Sam quiver at her touch.

Sam replaced his hand behind her back and used the other to stoke her bare legs from where her skirt finished just above the knee. Sam stroked them ever so softly to fully enjoy how smooth they felt as he lightly ran his hand up and down them. Quinn moved her hand from on top of his shirt to underneath it. Her fingers couldn't help but be enticed by the feeling of his well defined abs. She then moved her hand slowly up to his chest and was slightly surprised to feel warmth radiating from it. She also felt his heart, which was beating very fast.

"Something making you nervous?" Quinn said calmly with a tone of seduction, her hand continuing to stoke his chest. Sam slowly looked up from her legs and into her eyes again.

"Do you need to ask?" Sam said quietly, nervousness flowing through his entire body.

Quinn gradually ceased stroking his chest and moved her hand out from under his shirt. Sam noticed this.

"Should we stop?" Sam asked in a hushed voice. But all Quinn did was simply gaze back at him and Sam new what she was saying. They no longer needed to talk. They were both caught up with one another that the reality of what they were doing didn't phase them. So they continued.

Quinn grabbed the bottom of Sam's shirt and began lifting it slowly and gently over his torso, over his head and out of his arms. She then placed her hand lightly on his chest again and steadily pushed his back onto the bed.

Sam lay on the bed, continuing to stare into Quinn's eye's with content. He then watched as she gracefully got onto her knees on the bed before elegantly placing them on either side of his waist.

Quinn placed her hands on either side of Sam's belly button. She then slowly and steadily moved her hands up past his abs and to the top of his chest. And as she did, she lowered herself closer to him.

Sam watched as Quinn got closer and closer. He felt her waist touch his, he felt her stomach touch his and even though her wet clothes were up against his bare skin, he didn't care. He felt her breasts touch against his chest and could help but grin his trademark grin. Quinn smiled back at him.

Their heads were centimeters away.

Both of them closed their eyes.

Their lips were millimeters apart

Sam breathed deeply, as did Quinn.

They were about to touch before

Ring-Ring, Ring-Ring.

Their eye's snapped open and their minds snapped back to reality.

Quinn jumped of Sam as quickly as she had jumped on him after seeing the cockroach. She flew off the bed and ran straight into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Sam simply lay on the bed, prodding himself up with his elbows as he stared at the bathroom door, confusion sweeping over his body.

Ring-Ring, Ring-Ring.

Sam sat up and answered the phone. "Hello? ... Yes Boris, we found the room." Sam said. He couldn't help the angry tone that escaped his mouth while he talked to the idiotic receptionist. "Yes, If Quinn told you six o'clock she means in the morning ... alright ... goodnight Boris. Oh Boris, you wouldn't happen to know of any car mechanics nearby would you? ... You were one in old country ... Well would you mind taking a look at our car ... In the morning before you wake us would be great ... just down the road ... thank you ... goodnight.

Sam hung up the phone and stood in silence for a moment. He could hear the shower going from inside the bathroom and he knew Quinn would be thinking what he was.

What the hell had gotten into them?

Sam then turned to his suitcase. He quickly undressed and put on some dry pyjama bottoms and a white singlet. He then hoped into the side of the bed he had been laying on earlier and turned his body away from the bathroom door before turning off the lamp on his bedside table.

It was at least half an hour before Sam heard the bathroom door open and he quickly shut his eyes. He heard rummaging in a suitcase and Sam assumed Quinn was retrieving her own pyjama's. He then felt another body get into the bed next to him and although they weren't touching each other, Sam could tell Quinn was laying on the edge of the bed. Quinn then shut of her lamp and they lay their in darkness and silent. Moments passed and Sam heard Quinn speak.

"Goodnight Sam."

Whether she was asleep and had said it, was trying to be polite or hoping to clear the awkwardness, Sam felt obligated to reply back.

"Sweet dreams Q."

They both then fell silent again before drifting off into separate sleeps.

I hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you think. This is one chapter I have had planned for a while and i really want to hear what people have to say about it. So please please please review :) 3

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