Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.

The next day Quinn awakes to a loud rooster crowing. She groans as she rolls over and sees that it's only seven in the morning.

After dragging herself out of bed, she makes her way to the connected bathroom and starts to make herself presentable. Applying light make up, she chooses a red button up half sleeve shirt with short denim shorts. She piles her hair into a high ponytail and secures it tightly.

Soon she's finished cooking breakfast and grandpa is making his way inside. He sits down at the table and Quinn serves him bacon and eggs with toast.

"You up already?"

"Ha ha grandpa. Just because I'm not used to waking up at the crack of dawn, doesn't mean you have to make fun of me," she replies jokingly.

He chuckles and starts to eat the meal before him. Quinn peeks out the window in search of Sam.

"Gramps, do you think Sam wants some breakfast?"

"You can ask him. He's probably as hungry as a dog."

Quinn exits the house and sees Sam hosing his hands off with the water hose. He notices her presence and greets her with his lopsided grin.

"Hey."

"Should I move? I don't wanna be attacked by aqua man again," she replies slyly.

"I think you're good. And that is an amazing comic by the way."

"Oh gosh. Well, I came out here to ask if you wanted any breakfast?"

"Is there bacon?"

"Yeah, I made-"

Before she can finish her statement, Sam was shuffling past her and into the kitchen.

"Okay," she says to herself.

Quinn returns inside and sees Sam chowing down along with her grandpa.

Men.

She remembers that she needs to get some handkerchiefs for gramps, so she goes down the hall to the closet.

Sam wipes his hand on his napkin and glances sideways. He sees Quinn reaching for something on a top shelf and watches her shirt go up, revealing her toned stomach. She's tippy toeing, causing her long legs to be shown off. For a second Sam wants to know how they would feel wrapped around him, but he snaps out of it. He is a southern gentleman and shouldn't be thinking those things. Yet, he was a hormonal teenage boy.

He pushes his thoughts away and washes his hands at the sink. After drying them, Quinn appears in the kitchen with some checked cloths in her hands.

"Here you go, Gramps."

John accepts the material and places it in his shirt pocket.

"Well, thanks for breakfast Quinnie."

"No problem."

She sighs as the boys leave the house, a lonely feeling settling inside her. A plot from the book she is currently reading wanders into her head and she finally decides to go upstairs. After grabbing her novel she sits by the window and begins to read the mystery filled book.

Approximately ten minutes later, she hears a muffled sound from outside. Bewildered, she sets her book on the window sill and jogs outside. Quinn searches the area by her window, and sees a small brown figure in hidden in the brush. It makes a sound towards her and she moves some leaves aside, in hope of identifying the creature. Quinn sees that it is only a frightened chicken. Smiling, she strokes it's feathers softly and takes it in her arms. The feathered animal only quietly murmurs while she carries her to the chicken pen. The fenced area is alive with movement and she spots Sam dumping feed into a bowl. She watches as a hoard of chickens race to the food and Sam steers out of the way. Giggling at the scene, he detects her and flashes a grin. Quinn makes her way inside the pen and Sam meets her.

"This poor little girl was stuck at the house," the girl remarks, petting the surprisingly calm chicken's back.

"She does that a lot. Gramps named her Bess awhile back."

Quinn raises an eyebrow and chuckles at his statement.

"Well, she's a sweet little thing."

"Yeah. I have to feed her separately, because all the other chickens just rampage and she never gets any food."

"Aww. You're nice to do that."

A smile forms on Sam's lips and his eyes flicker to the bucket he's grasping in his left hand.

"Do you wanna feed her with me?"

Quinn's face lights up and she thanks the Lord that she ditched her boring book.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Sam beckons for her to bring the animal to the side and she places the fragile creature on the ground. It squabbles to Quinn's feet, as if it's the safest place in the world. The boy squats down and looks up at Quinn. She grins and repeats his action, now kneeling beside him.

"Now I'm sure you know that feeding a chicken isn't rocket science, and I heard that you're an honor student, so I think you'll find it very easy," he taunts playfully.

She shakes her head while smiling, and scoops some feed from the bucket into her palm. Being unaware that he's reaching for some as well, their hands brush together and their eyes amble to one another's. Sam studies her focused hazel orbs and finds them mesmerizing. They are looking back into his and all he can imagine is kissing her gentle pink lips. The space between them slowly gets smaller and smaller.

Right when he is about to press his lips to hers, a loud noise is made from the chicken in front of them. The two spring apart and the moment is ruined. Quinn blinks a few times, making sure she wasn't dreaming. She feeds the hungry animal and Sam follows suit. The bucket is soon empty, causing the two teenagers to stand. Sam clutches the metal handle, picking the bucket off the ground. The chicken waddles off somewhere, leaving the blondes alone.

Sam desperately wants the air from earlier to return, but he realizes that may not be possible. So he kisses her cheek. Her skin feels soft on his lips and he can't help but blush as she smiles. With that, she gives him a wave and is off towards the house.

A/N: Oh gosh, I apologize for this being a rather short chapter. I promise that the next one will be longer, because I have an idea for it. Anyway, the feedback I got from everyone made me so happy and it means so much to know that you enjoy it. So that's why I'm updating very soon with this chapter. Please review, follow, etc. if you would wish to and I'll see you guys with the third chapter soon. Mwah, bye!