A/N: I was a bit lazy last chapter and didn't write any good smuttyness, but I will eventually do not worry.

Chapter 3

"Tongue Tied"

Quinn woke with the sweet throb between her thighs and the faint smell of coffee. The throbbing reminded her of the night before and she smiled, remembering all of it. Every single touch, every single kiss. She remembered all of it and she definitely wanted more.

It was a little fast, but still, it wasn't like she was going to go anywhere and end it and besides it felt natural with Sam.

It felt as if they'd known each other for years.

She rolled over, her arms stretching to his side of the bed so that she could find him. She frowned when she couldn't find his presence and snapped her eyes open.

The sheet fell to rest above her waist, Quinn not really caring about being shy and looked around.

Sam lived on the twelfth story of an apartment block she faintly remembered entering last night. Beside his bed was the largest window and there was a slight crack in the curtain, which shined across Quinn's torso like a line.

She couldn't hear the water running for a shower, she could hear nothing.

She had sort of imagined him to be standing in the kitchen, holding a newspaper or something like that, but no. He was nowhere in sight.

She whipped round and found a travel mug, that must be the coffee she could smell, and a note attached to it. She picked up both.

Early surgery, there's cab money and I laid out one of my old shirts if you wanted to wear it. I'll see you for lunch.

-S

She looked over at where she faintly remembered dumping her bag in their hurry last night and found a white v-neck hanging beside it. She smiled, climbing out of bed and walked over to it. She grabbed the plush white towel that he must have laid out and headed to the bathroom. She was already excited to see where this was going.

Sam was giddy. He was humming throughout his surgery and when he was done, he couldn't keep the smile of his face when he walked to his patient's parents to tell them that their son that he had just saved will be walking by the next month.

One girl could do that do you. One girl could suddenly make you feel so alive that you could do anything. Absolutely anything. Make you feel free. Make you feel on fire and Sam felt like he was on fire.

"Evans!" Sam froze. He was doing post-ops and it was the Chief's voice.

Chief Brown.

He was always too serious for his job and never in the mood to care about anything else but him or the hospital. It was good to an extent, but also annoying at times. Very, very annoying.

"Chief Brown." Sam replied, closing the chart he had open. Sam didn't particularly enjoy Chief Brown's presence since he was a sure in to be the taking over his job, so Sam was definitely not in his good books and he made it clear every time they talked.

Also, it probably had to do with the fact that Chief Brown was almost six foot and was so packed with muscle he had to wonder where he had time to do a workout.

He had the appearance of a bear and it freaked everyone out, especially Sam.

"I would like to say that up till this point I have thought as you as one of the finest doctors I've ever seen - " Sam's eyebrows shot up. He's pretty sure he's never heard this man dish out a compliment to anyone before. "- but up to this point, I think quite low of you."

Sam stood up straighter, crossing his arms over his chest and ignored the eyes of the nurses on him as they walked past.

"I'm sorry Chief?" Sam said, his voice almost coming to a growl. Sam was weighing up if a hit to the jaw would take the Chief down, but then he thought he probably ate rocks for breakfast and it wouldn't hurt him one bit.

"It has come to my attention that you have been caught in a relationship with an intern -" Sam opened his mouth to say something but the Chief stepped forward, immediately making Sam back down. " – and I would think that for the sake of both your jobs, you immediately terminate it."

That sucked the breath out of him. His job? He was threatening his job over having a relationship with an intern? How immature is he being?

"You are seriously considering firing me because of of -" Sam didn't even know what to call it. It wasn't really a relationship, but it was definitely something. He felt something with her and he really was not going to give it up. "- a relationship? What are you trying to do? Lose your best doctor?"

"I'm thinking about you here and her. If the trustees find out that you're fooling around with an intern, you're gone. They will deem you childish and foolish and there is nothing I can say about it. Your intern will also be seen that way and will be kicked off the program."

Sam just stared at him.

Was he willing to lose everything for just one girl? Or was he willing to lose the girl so he could have everything?

"I don't know if I can do that, sir." Sam said quietly. Chief Brown just frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"If you had any right mind you would think that she would be using you for surgeries. Even though you may think it is the case, it is a possibility. I would suggest you find someone suitable. She will lose her job and I really don't think you want the blame on you, especially since it would be a whole lot harder to find a job anywhere else in L.A."

Sam was dumbstruck. Would Quinn really use him for surgeries? He didn't even know a thing about Quinn. He tried to get to know her last night but all they ended up talking about was their Jane Doe. Especially the stunt with Lucy, was he really ready for all that crazy? He was still not done with dead wife crazy.

For all he knew, he was crazy. She didn't deserve that.

"Okay." He muttered and the Chief nodded, walking away.

Sam really didn't know what he had done.

Quinn stared at the surgical board, waiting for her attending to tell them what to do.

"Sam. Sam. Dr Evans. Neonatal. Sam. Evans. His service please. Anything, please." Quinn thought over and over. Over and over she just wanted to see his face, his smile, his golden retriever scrub caps. Anything!

Santana was beside her and was chewing her gum quite loudly, which Quinn didn't even think possible and she noticed Santana kept flicking her eyes at her.

"So I hear you did the nasty with Neonatal hottie." She murmured, the rest of the group of interns turning around to look at them both. Quinn went completely red. She saw Rachel toll her eyes and tut.

A tut.

"What?" Quinn whisper yelled, her eyes wide as she turned to look at Santana. Santana just smirked and pulled her long hair into a ponytail. She popped her gum before speaking.

"Nurses are very chatty, but they're very good for gossip. Very, very good." Santana smirked and Quinn wanted to slap the Latina. How dare she!

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Quinn muttered, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger. Her hand shook so that really did not help her cause.

"Oh yes, so it's true then, is it? I thought they were making it up! God, you're redder than a tomato at the moment." She turned to look at Santana who raised her eyebrows at her. Quinn cleared her throat, turning away.

"Why do you care?"

"Cause it's hot." Quinn rolled her eyes and stepped forward, trying to listen in to where she would be going. She would be on Dr Freeman's service today? The trauma surgeon? Great.

She geared up as usual and headed down to the ER, not really impressed with how their secret had got out. Did Sam tell? He wouldn't… right? He's a gentleman. A Texan gentleman. The nurses all looked at her as she walked through. You have got to be kidding me.

Then she saw him. He was tense, carrying a baby in his arms and rushed to a trauma room.

Good, a trauma room.

Just because she's not on his service doesn't mean she can't help him out. She headed after him and before she could even say anything. Before she even knew that Sam knew she was in the room, he told her to get out.

It was a, "Dr Fabray we have enough doctors. Thank you." In the most condescending tone she's ever heard. She almost forgot how to breathe and how… different he sounded. All the other interns and doctors in the room took a look at Quinn and she rushed out of the room.

She had hid in the girls toilet's for how long, she didn't really know. She kept her eyes on the floor as she cried. She didn't even know why she was crying. She had the most amazing night with one of the most amazing doctors and he just treated her like shit, how was she supposed to respond?

She couldn't let it get to her. It was her third day of being an intern and she had bigger things to worry about than issues with a… boy/friend. She didn't even know what to call him.

She wiped her cheeks, readjusted herself and headed out of the bathroom to find Sam talking to the Chief Resident. He was furious and she could hear everything he was saying.

Sam felt horrible.

He felt like utter shit and now he was furiously telling off this Chief Resident to never let Quinn on his service again. He didn't care what the others thought of him, because the thought of Quinn losing her job and her reputation on day three because of him, scared the living daylights out of him.

Sure, he could either be seen as the good guy who wants the girl to have a future or he could be the selfish guy who wants to keep her to himself. He wants both. He wants to be both.

"I cannot have her working in my department anymore, do you hear me?" Sam growled at the Chief Resident. He didn't even know his name. He just nodded and Sam sighed. That's sorted. He could still work here and she didn't have to see him anymore. Distancing, that's good, right?

Before he walked off he saw Quinn, standing down the hallway and was hugging a chart to her chest. He could see the tears starting to surface and he had to swallow and turn away.

It was for the best, he repeatedly told himself, but except every time he said it, he believed it less and less.

Week 2 as an intern.

Quinn played out in her head over and over what had happened over the past few days.

She sort of fell in love with a doctor who now hates her guts for some reason.

She can't stop thinking about him this doctor that hates her guts.

She can't stop thinking about their hot amazing doctor sex, but now she has to think about that lying naked in her bed is doctor Tarzan.

Great, she's even calling him Tarzan. It's the hair thing probably and the musk. His really… manly musk.

She didn't even enjoy last night. She didn't even remember if she came or not. She just needed angry sex. Well not really angry, she just needed sex because she was so frustrated over stupid Sam.

How could she fall for a guy in one week? Fall for such an amazing guy who turned out to be the most horrible person ever in the universe. He didn't talk to her at all, which was weird because he did write that they would have lunch together that day so long ago. It was like something… had happened. Something had happened before she even got to the hospital.

She didn't even know what.

All the interns had been treating her differently because of the new intel that could be classified as old intel and now all she can think about is crying or attacking Sam. She wanted to do both once, but when she saw him talking to some parents she had to swallow the lump in her throat.

She is starting to feel like a pathetic crazy in love with an older guy thing person.

She rocked up to work feeling pathetic and ignored the stares she received. She tried not to let it get to her, but it was definitely becoming annoying. She also left Puck in her bed this morning and was trying to ignore him if she did run into him throughout the day. Which was bound to happen, unfortunately.

"God, grow up all of you! Just cause she had a good fuck with an attending doesn't mean she's some fucking zoo animal. Go wank off in the showers since all of you wish it was you." Quinn heard and looked up.

Santana was standing at the end of the lockers, holding a toothbrush and wearing nothing but a singlet and her scrub pants. She was waving her toothbrush around at the staring interns, pointing it at them. Maybe it either because Santana was wearing nothing but that singlet that everyone listened, or that Santana was scary as hell sometimes.

Quinn kind of felt a little bit better that she had someone sticking up for her. Even if it was Santana. She didn't seem like such a bad person, anyway.

Santana caught Quinn's eye and she winked at Quinn before walking off, leaving everyone to catch a glimpse of her ass as she did. God, did Santana really have that affect on people?

Quinn didn't know why she did it, it really did confuse her since they barely talked and Quinn found her to be a bit of a dirty mistress type, but she had to say thank to her later.

They were given charts and Quinn was signed on to the service orthopedic surgeon, which to Quinn was not the nicest of professions. She didn't like the sickening crack of bones. She remembered breaking her arm and that was not a pleasant incident.

It wasn't her turn to present, so she didn't bother reading the chart, but she wished she did when she entered the room. It was crowded, completely crowded. She hadn't seen so many surgeons in one place in one time. It was like time had stopped and this one patient (who she couldn't see because of the amount of people in the room) was the most important person in the world.

Maybe he had some cool disease that no one has ever come across before.

Maybe he had three arms! Well, it had to be an orthopedic thing, right?

The orthopedic surgeon was Dr Tyler. He was pretty young, cute and had a tattoo across his forearm. She couldn't get close enough to read what it said and he wasn't really the type of person who divulged too much about himself. That's what Quinn's heard.

Finally people started to spread out when Dr Tyler arrived and then she saw him.

The patient was Sam.

Of all the possible people it could be, it had to be him.

Sam was sitting propped up against pillows with his right arm in a large brace. His hair was sticking up in all directions and he was shirtless. She no cuts, she no large gauze patches, all she saw was the big brace. What had he done?

She was about to take a step forward when she felt a hand grab hers. She looked behind to see Santana holding onto her and shaking her head. Thank god for Santana. She was starting to like her more and more.

Sam looked up and she saw his pained expression. It had been almost a week since he'd actually looked at Quinn. Quinn was always watching him afar when she was in the hallway, but now this was different. His eyes were sad and his face was fallen. She felt something in her chest pang and she saw him look down.

But oh god, what had happened to him?

She felt something grab her ass and she let out a small yelp, completely halting her thoughts. Puck was standing behind her with a smirk across his face and he smelt like he just got out of a washing machine that had alcohol, cigarettes and sex in it.

He leaned in close, whispering "On call room later?" She shivered. She couldn't deny that Puck was… very sexy. At times. But not this time or last night. God, she couldn't even want to remember last night.

She swallowed and looked up to see Sam staring at her with this sort of sad angry look on his face. No, he wasn't allowed to do that. He wasn't allowed to do that all. He had lost that right.

She actually wanted to leave. She couldn't bear to have Puck and Sam both staring at her in the same room, but as soon as Dr Tyler and the doctors finished conversing with each other she knew that this wasn't going to be good.

She knew Sam was in big trouble.

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