Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

"Why not just tell me that I can never walk again?" Quinn angrily shouted at Mr. Schue, "What's with all this pity? I don't need it for God's sake! Cut through the chase and just tell me, damn it."

Everybody was surprised at Quinn's outburst, for one thing, she rarely cursed. It had been a week since Quinn had been out of the hospital. And when she came back to school, she didn't talk to anybody, didn't even glance at any of them. It was clear that she was angry, who wouldn't be, in her place? When she finally pulled herself together, life just bitterly took it away leaving her with yet again nothing.

"Quinn," Mr. Schue said, trying to calm her down.

Quinn was about to wheel herself out of the choir room, angry at them, angry at herself, angry at her life, "Quinn, would you please listen?"

Quinn turned her wheelchair around and glared at Rachel, "What do you want to tell me Rachel? What is there to tell me to make me feel good about myself? I lost everything yet again and I didn't do anything wrong. And you, you get to have it all. Finn. The lead vocals. You even got to NYADA! So don't you dare lecture me right now because you are not in my place."

With that, Quinn turned back her wheelchair and wheeled herself out of the room. Everybody watched her retreating form and Sam didn't know what to do. He wanted to chase after her, to tell her that everything was gonna be okay again. But Quinn was stubborn and he knew she'd never listen to him. Who was he in her life anyway? They don't even talk anymore and they act like strangers. So who was he to tell her the things he wanted to say?

"I can't believe her," Santana said shaking her head, "We were just trying to help her!"

And others started to comment to her statement too. They said that Quinn was never gonna have a heart, that she will always be that cold insensitive bitch and will always keep people away even when she desperately needed their help. Finally, Sam got tired of their remarks on her, on the girl he still loved.

"Shut up," Sam said standing up and looking at all of them, "Quinn's not like that."

"How do you know?" Santana said, "She cheated on you."

"So?" Sam said shaking his head, "Quinn's kind and has a beautiful heart and you know that Santana. You're close enough with her and know her well enough to see through her."

Santana looked down, "I just want to help her."

"You know that's not the help she wants."

Everybody looked at Sam and Puck spoke up, "Well do you have any ideas trouty mouth?"

Sam smiled. Quinn didn't need pity. He knew what exactly she needed. Someone to listen to her, one she could talk to, and one who would tell her that she was still gonna be alright against all odds. And that was what he was exactly gonna do, make her feel alright again, make her feel better, make her feel safe and sound.

The next day, Sam waited for Quinn to arrive. He had seen her arrive and he knew that her mother always dropped her off. He patiently waited for her and he finally saw that silver Chevrolet Traverse car her Mom owned. When he saw the car stopped, he immediately went over to it, opening the passenger side to help Quinn.

Quinn stared at him surprised, "What are you doing?"

Sam just smiled at her and turned to Judy, "Good morning Mrs. Fabray."

Judy smiled, "Good morning Sam. And how many times do I have to tell you, it's just Judy?"

Sam chuckled, "The wheelchair's at the back, yea?"

Judy smiled nodding, "Yes."

Sam went to the back and retrieved the wheelchair and then went back to Quinn's side. He offered his hand for her to take but she refused and placed herself on her wheelchair. Sam didn't say a word and just watched her. She took her bag that Judy had handed to her and bid her Mom farewell before steering herself to the doors of McKinley High.

Sam turned to Judy who sighed, "I'm sorry Sam. She's just, still in shock."

"And angry," Sam stated, "But it's alright Judy. I don't mind her acting like that, sort of used to it by now."

Judy laughed, "Thank you dear. Can I ask you a favor Sam?"

Sam nodded, "Sure."

"Can you look after her in school?" Judy asked, "I know everybody is but I know they're getting tired because she's pushing all of them away but will you not get tired?"

"Of course," Sam said softly, "I will never get tired of being there for her Mrs. Fabray, ah, I mean Judy."

Judy smiled, bid Sam farewell and drove off to her work. Sam entered the school, saw Quinn at her locker, glaring at it. Sam strolled towards her and saw what she was glaring at. It was the picture of her when Coach Sylvester had asked her to join back the Cheerios, the night at Regionals.

"Have you gotten your books?" Sam asked, making his presence known.

Quinn turned to him and answered him in an abrupt 'yes'. After that, she slammed her locker shut and wheeled herself to her first period. Sam followed her. Quinn knew that he was following her and she put herself in a halt, turning her chair to face her.

"What do you want?"

Her tone was harsh and she never intended it to be. She never really like being harsh or being mad at Sam. He was just too nice to be angry at and she still loved him, even if she tried to deny it. Sam looked taken aback by the harshness in her tone and her eyes immediately softened, she looked down at her hands and sighed.

"What do you want Sam?" she asked in a much more lighter tone than before, softer even.

Sam flashed her a smile, "I just wanted to ask you if you're free on Saturday."

"Why?" Quinn asked.

"Well, I wanted to take you to Kentucky. See Stevie and Stacy again. They missed you. And Mom and Dad got worried."

When he said that his parents got worried of her, she instantly knew that he told them. Anger flashed through her eyes and she glared at him, "You told them?"

Sam nodded, "I'm sorry, Q. But I was worried about you. You have no idea how worried I was and, Carole and Burt were comforting Kurt who got really hysterical and Finn who was so stiff. And…and no one was there to tell me that you were gonna be okay. You scared me."

Quinn's eyes softened. Even when she heard that from almost everybody, hearing it from Sam, it sounded so sincere. She took his hand and smiled, "Well, I'm alright now."

"No, you're not," he told her, "I can see through you Quinn, you know that."

She looked down and sighed, "When are you picking me up on Saturday?"

A grin broke out into Sam's face and Quinn remembered that it was the same thing he did when he saw his promise ring on her finger a year ago, "Around seven in the morning? So we can spend the rest of the day there and is it okay if we stay overnight?"

Quinn nodded, "I'll just tell Mom."

And with that, Quinn turned her chair and wheeled herself to her first period. Sam stood their grinning, amazed that Quinn didn't shut him out. He knew that Judy would allow Quinn to spend the night with his family, she had spend a lot of time with them when they were together and Judy knew that the Evans loved her daughter and that Sam wouldn't do anything bad. He always knew that Judy wanted her daughter to be her again and so he knew that he would agree.

For the rest of the week, Sam was often by Quinn's side. Helping her around, wheeling her chair, he was glad that she didn't push him away. The rest of their friends were surprised that Quinn didn't yell at Sam to stop helping her out. It was clear to them that Sam would be the only one to help her because he was the only one that Quinn allowed. The reason? Maybe because that Quinn would always have feelings for him, that the feelings she once had never went away and that maybe, he was the only one able to reach her, because he was never affected by her bitchiness ever since and that he will always love her no matter what she did to him.

And when the weekend finally arrived, Sam drove to Quinn's house to pick her up. He helped her be seated on the passenger seat and placed her wheelchair at the back of Burt's truck that Burt was kind enough to lend him. He then drove to Kentucky and for the four eyes of driving, he would glance at Quinn's side to see her fast asleep. He would laugh to himself when he sees her, knowing well enough that she always managed to fall asleep every time they go out to a road trip. It was amusing really, but also really cute.

Once Sam saw the familiar driveway of their small house, he stopped his car and looked at Quinn who was still asleep. He gently nudged her, "Quinn, wake up. We're here."

He smiled once he saw her beautiful eyes. They were so green with the lightest streak of hazel in them. She yawned and looked at him, "Hi."

He laughed and kissed her forehead lovingly, "Hey. Wait here while I go get your wheelchair."

Quinn couldn't understand what he meant. She almost forgot everything that had happened to her once she saw Sam's face and that cute smile of his. She almost forgot that she had cheated on him and that he had gotten homeless and that she was on a wheelchair with the possibility of never walking ever again.

Sam opened her door and placed her onto her chair. He closed the door and wheeled her to his small home. A smile graced her face when she saw their front door open and two little blondes rushed over to her, "Quinn!"

She laughed and kissed both their foreheads, "Stevie! Stacy! I've missed you both!"

Sam watched her interact with his siblings. She was always so good and so nice with them. He looked at Stacy and told her to wheel her to their house while he and Stevie retrieved their bags. Once they were all inside the house, they all caught up, well, mostly Quinn and his family while he just listened and stared at her adoringly.

And the rest of the day went by with talking and laughing and goofing around with Stevie and Stacy. And at three in the afternoon, Quinn, Sam, Stevie and Stacy fell asleep while watching Peter Pan. Mrs. Evans woke them up at seven for dinner. And dinner consisted of Quinn's favorite food, roasted chicken, mashed potato and fries.

After dinner, Stevie and Stacy took their baths and they watched another movie with Quinn and Sam. Halfway through the movie, they fell asleep and Sam tucked them in bed. And then he and Quinn retreated back to his room, and they talked and talked until their topic ended to how Quinn felt. It was the first time in months that Sam had seen Quinn so weak again.

A few minutes later, Sam decided to grab his guitar and Quinn looked at him, "Please don't sing."

Sam rolled her eyes, he never listened to her, "Have you heard of the soundtrack of Hunger Games?"

Quinn shook her head, "No."

Sam smiled and said, "This one's a personal favorite of mine."

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go."

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone."

But all that's dead and gone

Quinn watched as Sam played with his guitar and sang to her quietly. Of course she didn't know the song, and of course she had no idea why he had chosen that song to sing to her. But somewhere deep inside her, she knew the reason why.

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Sam smiled at her and Quinn felt herself melt. Now she knew why he was singing this. He was reaching out to her again, letting her know that despite everything that had happened, that against all odds, she would be okay, she would be safe and sound.

Don't you dare look at your window, darling

Everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold onto this lullaby

Even when the music's gone

But it seemed as though Sam had meant another thing in the song. He just didn't mean the thing with the accident but he also meant the war raging on with Quinn. Her vs. life. He knew she was tired of it all, he knew that all she wanted to do was break down and give up. He knew she was on the verge to. But he wanted to tell her that she's not alone, that he would always be there for her, to protect her.

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Quinn smiled at him and reached out to caress his cheek. He smiled at her touch and continued with the song. Quinn wanted to cry. She knew what he had meant in the song. She knew that even after what she did, he'd always be with her, he'd always be there to protect her, to soothe her from all her worries and to love her, the one thing she actually just needed in her life.

Ooooh, ooooh,

Ooooh, ooooh,

Lala…lala

Lala…lala

Ooooh, ooooh,

Ooooh, ooooh,

Lala…lala

Just close your eyes

You'll be alright

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Sam smiled at her and she returned the smile. He placed his guitar down and carried her to the bed. Of course Sam was to sleep with his siblings and Quinn had finished bathing herself earlier. She looked at him once she settled on his comfy bed with a smile.

"Thank you."

Sam looked at her, "What for?"

"For staying even when I had pushed you away," she whispered.

"I'll always be there for you, Q," he whispered, "Because I love you. Always."

Quinn smiled at that, "I love you too Sam, always."

He smiled and kissed her on the lips lightly, "Now go to sleep."

"Stay with me here?" she asked, "I know the couch isn't very comfortable."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yea," she nodded, "Plus, I need you to make me feel safe and sound."

Sam grinned and kissed her forehead lightly, "Safe and sound."

Hello.

Sorry if it's been ages since I last updated. Tons of events just happened and I couldn't put time to right. Well, another reason is because I couldn't finish the other ones I wrote. I guess I wasn't so inspired or maybe life just took its toll on me a little bit. But anyways, now that I had updated, I hope ya'll review! It's just a click away loves and your review would be needed. 'Cause I really feel like a sucky writer right now. -_-

Oh well.

Xo,

Dani