Chapter 15

Standing around at San Francisco Airport was risky, due to them being caught. San Francisco was a large city but Sam knew, knowing his chances, they were bound to run into somebody that they knew. Quinn was worried about what Sams parents would think of her but Sam was more worried they would suspect her being one of his "top" students (She was his top student for many reasons). Quinn decided to stay with Laura while Sam's parents were there so they wouldn't risk or get his parents suspicious. Near the rear gate, where Sam's parents plane was due to land in a minute now, they stood there. They weren't hand in hand just in case but Sam couldn't resist, he placed Quinns hand behind his back and stroked her hand with the tip of his thumb.

"What are you doing?" Quinn shot a dark stare at him, causing his hand to move back to his side, away from hers.

"Stroking your hand, what does it look like?" Sam smirked. She couldn't help but smile, she wanted him to touch her, in many ways possible.

"We're here as friends, if anyone asks"

"We weren't friends in the shower beforehand"

"Shut it you. Now, if anyone asks we are here to pick up an exchange student from Germany." Quinn moved slightly away from him, killing her inside.

"Why Germany? Aren't they the bad guys, like Hitler and stuff?" Sam looked curious.

"You're the teacher here." Sam loved his adorable ways and the way he played dumb.

"Fine but who's going to ask?" Sam asked.

"We might run into teachers or the principal or councilors." Quinn continued to talk until Sam ran up to a couple, in their mid-40s and hugged them both tight. Quinn knew they were his parents instantly, but she stood back, looking nervous and twiddling her thumbs in an awkward fashion.

"Hey ma, dad…it's good to see you, you both look great." Sam smiled, helping his mother with her bags.

"Samuel, you look great also. You look like you're doing well, sending you off to college was a good choice." Edward Evans said to his son, holding him again and patting his back.

"Yes Sammy, you look wonderful. Now I'm starved, let's get our luggage downstairs and eat." Valarie Evans smiled; she was an older, female version of her son. She put her arm around her husband's back, leaning against him looking extremely tired. Sam looked around and noticed Quinn wasn't by his side, he noticed her looking down, playing with her fingers. He motioned her towards him, she looked up and hesitantly walked his way. Once she was close, Sam placed his arm around her waist, he didn't care who was watching, nor did he think.

"Mom, Dad this is my girlfriend Quinn." Sam smiled, also nervous. Valarie smiled at her, Edward nodded then looked at Sam as to say "you picked a good looker"

"Wow son when you said you had a girlfriend I expected her to have red hair and freckles and braces, not a gorgeous blonde girl like this, hello Quinn I'm Edward Evans." Edward placed his hand to shake, Quinn took it and shook his hand. She just nodded. "This is my lovely wife and mother of my children Valarie." Edward looked at his wife then looked confused and embarrassed when Valarie swooped towards Quinn and hugged her tightly.

"Quinn dear, it's nice to meet you. When Sam said he had a girlfriend, I didn't expect her to be so beautiful." Quinn blushed at his mother's compliment.

"Mom…what do you think I have low standards?" Sam looked embarrassed also.

"Well you did have a handful of girls in high school son. Remember that girl with the frail black hair, with the snaggle tooth and the wide man jaw. She looked like she came straight off the street and into your bed" Edward laughed.

"Edward! And yes Sam you have had a rough choice with the girls." Valarie cut in. Quinn laughed at his parents, Sam wasn't so impressed or amused.

"Ok enough, let's get your bags and go!" Sam rushed, letting go of Quinns hand and walked down the escalator to the luggage claim. Quinn stood behind Sam and talked to his parents, just telling basic stories of Sam when he was younger as they claimed their luggage.

Xxxxx

Sam was laying in his bed, grading papers. The small lamp on his bed side table was on, he had his thick rimmed glasses and a red pen in hand. The door creaked open, it was 1am and Quinn had her handbag on her shoulder, smiling.

"Wow your parents are something. Your mom is wonderful, now I can see where you get your sweetness from and your father, wow he's handsome, if I was 20 years older" Quinn smiled. Sam took off his glasses and quirked his eyebrow.

"Okay number one, gross, number two he is a married man and three, they live to embarrass the living shit out of me." Sam let out a small whine.

"That's what parents are for, when I was 12 my mom bought my first bra and had to yell it in the store, even though I had no chest and my breasts were the size of mosquito bites." Quinn crossed her arms.

"They aren't mosquitos now; they're lovely firm playful toys." Sam smirked, earning an eye roll from Quinn.

"Funny, now are you okay for now? I'm gonna head to Lauras." Quinn fixed her handbag, which was falling off her shoulder.

"Why can't you stay here?" Sam asked.

"Because I don't want it to seem like we're serious to your parents. I don't want them to think we're you know…plans or anything. Your mom was talking about rings for crying out loud." Quinn slapped her hands to her sides.

"We are serious, so who says we can't show my parents how much I love you? They go home in a few weeks and they will go home thinking you're nothing more than my girlfriend." Sam just wanted her to stay with him, he wanted to hold her and sleep next to her, make love to her when she wanted it. He did love her, he loves her so much he forgets she's his student, a minor, age is but a number.

"I-I'm going to Lauras Sam…I'll see you in the morning! We can have brunch at the bistro or something. My treat." Quinn smiled.

"Okay I'm not letting you pay for food, I'm the one with the job here and why can't you just stay?" Sam eagerly wanted her to stay.

"I gotta go. Babe, I'll be back soon." Quinn let out a small smile.

"Okay, whatever." Sam mumbled under his breath. "Sorry if school is more important than some stupid non serious relationship." He said just as Quinn was out of earshot, but she still managed to hear him.

"What did you say?" Quinn said, not looking impressed with his comment.

"I said, sorry if school is more important than some stupid non serious relationship." One he said it louder, she was pissed off.

"Okay, since when was school more important? If it was, I wouldn't have fallen for you to begin with wiseguy." Quinn crossed her arms in a bitch matter.

"I love you, can we not fight? My rents are downstairs and I-"

"And you what? Go on Sam, go on about how you think school is more important." Quinn cocked her head to the side, Sam just looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

"You don't want to stay with me because you're too scared of getting caught and to be honest, when I'm with you I don't care if we get caught. I don't care if my boss walks in on us having sex, I just want you Quinn…I want you all day, everyday. I know it's hard, it's worse for me because if we get caught, I'm the one who will get fired, I'm the one who will never get a job, I'm the risk here. You will still get college, still get a life." Sam looked upset, Quinns face flushed from anger to sympathy, but she couldn't take it.

"Goodnight Sam. I-I'll see you in the morning." Quinn walked out the door, Sam went up to follow her but she was already out the door.

"Fuck." He threw his pen at the wall.