A/N: Okay so the story gets M rated from here on really. Just bare with me I DO write these chapters either at school or work so doesn't mind my mistakes. Thank you! X
Chapter 4
The next few weeks went by seriously quickly. Sam and Quinn didn't go out on any more minor dates, 3 weeks have passed and Quinn is dying to ask him out again. She wasn't failing, so she couldn't use tutoring as an excuse, she was quite independent and Sam knew that. She couldn't lower her grades as her parents would kill her, she couldn't just ask him for help without looking suspicious. But it hit her, have another dilemma. Her home life had been surprisingly great, Kiara was caught crying and told her parents to stop fighting, to make their little girl feel safer, they kept to themselves. So she decided to make up a lie. It hurt her to ever lie to Sam, she felt for him a lot. She lied to him about dating Finn Hudson, she didn't want to come off as a nobody. So she might not lie to him completely, worse case scenario. Quinn was in media, she was spending class as usual, using her peripheral vision to perve on Mr Evans. Thank god Quinn knew exactly what he was talking about, he was standing in front of a projector, showing the students how to animate a scene on a video game. All Quinn could see was his toned body, how his tight dark blue dress shirt was clung to his body and the way his arms would show muscle every time he moved his arms up and down the presentation. As the bell rang, Quinn ran to the man she was dreaming about, the man she constantly looked at like she never looked at any other boy in high school. He wasn't a boy, no he was a man. A 23 year old man. As everyone left, Quinn walked up to Sams desk looking for help.
"Hey Mr Evans, I need your advice." Quinn looked at him; he nodded and motioned for her to take a seat. As she took her seat, she sighed.
"I'm in love." Quinn divulged into a simple lie. Sam smiled a little.
"Oh, well what's the advice? I'm the last person to talk to about this kind of stuff Quinn; I haven't experienced the full love experience." Sam exclaimed.
"You don't know him, he's in college. His name is Liam. He's a freshman. We met a couple of days ago." Quinn lied again. Sam looked at her, looking a little upset.
"Oh, how did you meet?" Quick Quinn make something up, a coffee shop? No too obvious. A park? No too cheesy, wait got it!
"My little sisters school play. His little brother is friends with her." Quinn lied, again.
"Oh well that's great, I'm happy for you. Are you sure it's love? I mean you just met the guy?" Sam blurted that out, trying not to sound rude. He sounded a little jealous.
"He's amazing; he's so fit and amazing. He loves media too! He taught me how to use a tablet properly." Quinn wasn't exactly lying to him. Maybe the name and the fact he was a freshman in college, but he was a teacher, sitting right in front of her. Sam also taught her how to use a graphics tablet, so she wasn't wrong there either.
"Well I'm happy for you Quinn but I'm afraid I haven't got any words. I'm a hopeless romantic." Sam said.
"Oh, well at least I got to tell someone." Quinn smiled and started to walk out the door, Sam had no reaction Quinn was looking for, and she got shitty and decided to leave. Before she walked out, she heard her name being called.
"Yes?" She turned around, flounced more like it. Trying to look hot and innocent at the same time.
"Our camp is next week. I'm afraid we haven't got your permission forms yet. Could you hand them in tomorrow?" Sam asked.
"Sure." Quinn nodded and flounced out the door. She reminded him of a sweet flower he would pick out in the fields when he worked on his photography. Ethics and rules regulate on the fact students and teachers aren't meant to mix, but Sam had a bad yet amazing feeling about this one.
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"Quinn, just…just touch me. Please." Sam moaned against her neck, nipping at it softly.
"It's not right Sam...I'm your student." Quinn whimpered as his hands wondered in between her legs, feeling the heat coming out of her vagina. Sam pressed two of his fingers against her damp, black lace panties. Quinns right arm was wrapped around his neck, he was behind her, massaging the outside of her panties.
"I don't care right now." Sam picked her up and layed her down on the bed and started tugging at her panties with his teeth. Quinn laid there, moaning from the flames that emerged from the pit of her stomach. She kept moving her hips up, the more he touched her the more she begged and pleaded for him to be inside of her, to make love to her. Sam pressed his muscular body against her, trying not to crush her, his lips met with her neck as his fingers met with her entrance. Quinns hands ran down to his toned abs, moaning every time his lips met with her skin. She could feel his breath against her neck and then it hit her, his fingers merged their way inside of her.
"Oh fuck, mmmm fuck." Quinn moaned, biting her lip and arching her back. Her legs were bent as Sam was between them.
"I'm ready for you Quinn." Sam said, naked between her legs ready to make love to her.
Beep beep beep beep
"Eughhhhhhhhhh." Quinn groaned, rolling over to hit her alarm clock, her other hand inside her panties. Her eyes went wide, realizing that was just a dream. A really hot dream. Quinn had been having sex dreams about Mr. Evans for months now. She got out of bed and looked at her daily calendar. School camp, great. Ever since Quinns reoccurring sexual dreams about Sam, she couldn't look at him the same. She had sat in the library, texting her imaginary boyfriend Liam to make sure Sam was watching her. Today was the day of school camp, getting trapped in the middle of the woods with her idiot peers, having to go to the toilet behind a tree, having to go on hikes. As fit as Quinn was, she hated any form of physical movement that didn't involved dancing. Quinn packed her bags for camp, kissed her little sister and mother goodbye as her father drove her to the meeting point where the students and teachers were gathering. The car ride was silent, she never went away. She was gone for 4 days, but it was the longest she has left the house for. Her father finally parked in the parking lot along with other parents, hugging and kissing their children goodbye, teachers loading the trailers and bus. Then all of a sudden, Sam was behind a trailer, helping with the load and luggage. He saw Quinn and immediately ran to her with a clipboard in hand.
"Hey Quinn, are you ready? Got everything you need?" Sam asked her, acknowledging her father.
"Yes Mr. Evans, here is my medical record too." She said handing him a clear sandwich bag containing an asthma puffer, a few antibiotics and sheets of paper.
"My Quinnie is asthmatic, so if she starts to feel a bit odd just give her 3 puffs of this. I'm Mr. Fabray by the way, pleased to meet you." Mr. Fabray gave his hand to Sam and gave it a friendly and elegant shake. Sam nodded. "I'm Samuel Evans, Mr. Evans as Quinn here calls me." Sam smiled at the pair. God daddy, just leave. Stop annoying my future husband.
"I better head off, I have to drop off my youngest off at school. I'll see you in a few days sweetheart." Mr. Fabray hugged his daughter hopped back into his car and drove off. Quinn rolled her eyes and lifted up her bags, before she could any further, Sam helped her with the bag and lifted it into the trailer.
"Whoa, Quinn, it's a camp in the middle of a ranch, not a hotel in Hawaii. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at his dorky behavior. He was so hot, yet inside was a little boy who had wet dreams over comic books and latest and old fashioned action figures.
"Okay seniors; gather around so you can pay attention to your groups." An elderly woman with frail black hair said as everyone stood around her. "Your team leaders are our staff, if I call your name, it will be followed by a color, that color will be your group. Mrs. Blatchford is purple, Mr. Collins is blue, Mr. Evans is yellow, Ms Mathwin is Green and I will be Pink. When your name is called, you will go to your leader and then they will guide you to their bus. "Please be yellow, please be yellow, Quinn whispered to herself. "Mr. Hudson, purple. Miss Lopez, yellow. Miss Berry, purple. Miss Cohen-Chang, pink. Mr. Chang, green. Miss Jones, blue. Mr. Flannigan, yellow. Ms Pierce, yellow." The blonde girl ran to her Latina best friend who was also in yellow. Quinn was jealous she wanted to be in yellow. "Mr. Puckerman, blue. Mr. Hummel, pink. Mr. Anderson, purple and Miss Fabray…" please be yellow please be yellow! "Yellow." YES! Quinn had a victory dance inside her head. Sam smiled directly at her, leaning against the bus. Quinn walked over to the bus casually with her handbag and looked down with a smile when she walked past Sam. The buses were loaded and they were ready to go.