R.I.P the one and only Cory Allan Michael Monteith. My sympathy goes to Lea and his family, and all of his beloved fans. Glee will never be the same without him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything mentioned below.
"Gramps, where did you get it?" Quinn asks, petting the creature before her.
After getting home last night, she'd immediately went to bed, sleeping in until ten in the morning. Quinn found her thoughts drifting back to the night she'd shared with Sam, until she soon plummeted into a deep and needed rest.
She went downstairs to the kitchen and was greeted by her Grandfather and a medium-sized brown dog.
"They were giving her away free at the market. The owners didn't have room for her anymore."
"That's so sad."
Quinn pets the soft animal, stroking it's ears. The canine is a basset hound, with fur similar to brown velvet. It looks up at the blonde, it's eyes wide. Whimpering, she gently smooths it's coat again.
"We're keeping her, right?" she asks hopefully.
"Yeah, if you want her? I know she needs a bath. On the way into town, I stopped by the vet and scheduled an appointment for her. It's on Thursday, don't let me forget."
"Okay. Thanks, Gramps."
The dog wags it tail, licking the blonde's palm. She responds by smiling and rubbing it's back warmly.
"You're welcome, sweetie. Well, I better go check on Sam and make sure he didn't die of heat outside."
"Sam's here? But it's a Saturday?" she asks frantically.
"I see you're not concerned," he remarked sarcastically, "but yes. He said he's trying to save up some money, so I said he could come by and feed the animals."
"Oh," she mutters almost inaudibly.
A voice in Quinn's head reminds her that she is still wearing her pajamas, and she instantly runs upstairs to change into a new outfit. Rummaging through her wardrobe, she puts together a easy and casual look. Minutes later, she finds herself in a soft purple and light green printed sun dress with a pair of comfy flip flops.
Quickly tangling a brush through her hair, she sprints downstairs and almost exits the house. However, she notices the absence of the dog she had seen earlier that morning. Puzzled, she starts outside to search for the missing animal.
She spots her next to the person she was looking for as well. Sam is kneeling on the grassy earth, petting the soft basset hound. The scene causes Quinn to smile while her thoughts, once again, float to the events of last night. Walking in their direction, she sees Sam glance up at her.
"Hey, Quinn."
"Hello, Sam. I see you've met our new dog."
"Yeah, she's a sweetheart. Kinda like someone else I know…" he states, a grin tugging at his lips.
Quinn blushes profusely, making Sam realize how adorable her cheeks appear. He stands back on his feet as he grabs her hand.
"I have a surprise for you."
The girl raises an eyebrow, bewildered by his statement.
"Okay," she responds hesitantly.
He throws her a reassuring smile, before leading her back to a building that she believes is where the chickens stay. Sam opens the door, helping guide her inside. The two hear the murmurs of chickens as they enter the metal building. He removes his hand from hers to move a bucket out of their way, and she instantly misses his touch. But she is granted a full view of his ass when he bends down, so it makes up for the lack of hand holding.
"Ready?"
"Yep," she says through a smile.
The boy opens a rectangular shaped box, revealing approximately twenty baby chickens. Quinn covers her mouth in awe, quietly squealing at their cuteness.
"Sam, they're so adorable," she whispers at him, afraid of alarming the tiny birds.
The young hatchlings are a whitish yellow color with small beaks, that they are currently using to cluck faintly. They wander around while pecking at the wooden box, bumping into one another in the process.
"Do you wanna hold one?"
Quinn stares up at him, her hazel eyes growing big.
"Are you serious?" she asks in disbelief.
Without answering, he carefully envelops a yellow creature, before handing it to the girl next to him. She takes it, gingerly stroking it's fine feathers. Sam smiles at her and runs his thumb over the chicken's soft underbelly.
"We got them in yesterday."
"How many?"
"Just these. Some animal got into the cage last week and took out most of the other ones. We had to replace them."
Quinn bites her lip at the thought of helpless baby chickens dying.
"Poor things."
"Yeah," he replies, while tracing a circle in the dirt with his shoe.
She sets the tiny yellow animal back in it's place, then places a hand on Sam's arm.
"Thank you for this."
He shakes his head, staring into her shining hazel eyes.
"Don't mention it."
Not thinking, she pushes her lips against his, catching him off guard. He moves his hand onto her waist, while she places hers on his neck. She pulls away, holding her palms on his chest.
"I'm sorry."
Her cherry lip gloss tickles his taste buds, leaving him wanting more. But instead he clutches her hand and shakes his head.
"Don't be," he responds, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.
Quinn blushes uncontrollably, making Sam grin her way.
"Do you wanna take a walk with me?"
"Yeah," she replies, biting her lip, "you should show me more of the farm."
He takes her hand in his, loving the texture of her soft skin against his own tough worn hand. The two leisurely stroll out of the chicken house and head toward the vacant green pasture. The cows stay staked in the pen, leaving the field free of their company.
Quinn wraps her eyes around the beautiful scenery, smiling at it's gorgeous simplicity. Memories of her childhood flash around in her brain, causing her to remember all the times she spent out here when she was younger. The most prominent recollection is the time when she was four and down visiting with her parents for Thanksgiving.
Everyone was at the house chatting and cooking the huge dinner like every year. Except her cousins and older sister were giving her a hard time for being the youngest, making her get upset and retreat to the bathroom. She locked herself in the small cleaning space, not coming out for about an hour.
Her mother finally came pounding at the door, already screaming directed punishments through the wall. Quinn unlocked the door, her eyes filling with frustrated tears. After a long lecture from her infuriated mother, she was finally sent to the living room. There, she spent her time avoiding her mean siblings and pretending to be involved in the program playing on the television.
Being discreet as possible, she slipped out of the large house and jogged to the open field. Her dress flapped in the gentle curve of the wind as she made her way to the green grass. She threw herself down near some outlining trees, letting hot tears coat her cheeks. Burying her face in her knees, she sobbed quietly. Her mother was always yelling at her for trouble her sister caused.
She felt a touch on her shoulder and instinctively picked her head up. There was her grandmother, a warm smile upon her soft aged face. Without speaking, the lady wiped her granddaughter's damp face with the pads of her thumbs. Quinn leaned her head on the taller woman's shoulder, feeling safe there. Her grandmother placed a caring hand over her tiny one, looking down at the young girl seated beside her. The expression written on her face made Quinn believe that everything would be alright.
"What's your favorite part of this place?"
Quinn mulls over his question, putting thought into her answer.
"The calmness of it all. It shows you how peaceful the world can be. Something my family isn't. We're like a big volcano. We handle each other most of the time, but then one of us loses it and we erupt."
"I'm sorry. Family issues are the worst. My uncle hasn't spoken to my dad since he was eighteen. I have absolutely no clue why. It seems like the older you get the less you know."
"That's probably the most accurate thing, I've ever heard someone say."
The two laugh, Quinn leaning her head on his shoulder. He grins and stops walking, facing her completely.
"Quinn," he states his voice becoming dead serious, "I haven't been completely honest with you."
Her face falls, curiosity and confusion cascading over her.
"Well, you need to tell me what you haven't already."
Sam clutches her other hand, now holding both of her silky palms in his own. Staring into her inquisitive eyes, he begins to speak.
"So I'm just gonna say it. I lied to you."
Quinn's stomach drops and a nervous feeling grows inside her. She swallows thickly, urging him to continue.
"Here goes. Your Grandpa didn't name Bess ….I did."
The appalled blonde girl smacks his arm with force.
"Sam, are you serious? That's your big lie? I was frea-"
He pulls her petite body to his, kissing her moving lips. Giving herself to his embrace, she slides her hand down his shoulder. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he deepens the kiss. Feeling her body melt into his, makes him feel like he never has before. It's like the surrounding world was just gone for a minute, leaving him with pure happiness.
Breaking her lips away from his, she slowly moves her head back.
"I guess that makes up for your 'huge confession,'" she says, still dazed from the kiss they just shared.
He raises his arms up in mock defense.
"I just thought you should know."
Quinn shakes her head, taking his hand and continuing their meander.
"So what's your favorite part of this place?"
"I like the silence. Instead of hearing yelling or fighting, you can just breathe for a second."
She turns to him, a smile on her face.
"You're right."
They walk until their legs cramp, circling the wide pasture twice. There isn't a time when their fingers aren't interlaced with one another's.
A/N: I apologize for the two week hiatus, I was staying at my aunt's house and writing, but she doesn't have internet so I couldn't post the chapter. Thank you all for the support, and I love you all so much. I promise to update soon. Mwah, bye.