Hi everyone!

I'm back with another fic, but this time its a multi-chap fic.

Of course, it will be about our beloved Fabrevans and Quick.

Please forgive this messy chapter, I wanted to establish their characters first.

I promise, the next one will be better.

Don't forget to read my other story too!

Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

...

It was a boring Monday evening in the Fabray residence. Quinn found herself reclining on the couch, watching the new episodes of 90210 and Gossip Girl. School was back for another year and after her long summer of working out and rehabilitating herself, the first day of junior year went better than Quinn had expected.

"Honey, dinner's ready," her mom called out from the dining room.

Quinn tinkered with the remote and set the TiVo to record the show. She got up from the couch and entered the dining room. A tinge of sadness still remains every time she sees that only two places were set. She missed her father.

"Sit down and eat," Judy Fabray invited.

Quinn sat down across from her mother and after saying grace, they began to eat the food Judy had cooked. Dinner was quiet for the most part. The silence was only broken when Quinn complimented her mother's cooking.

"Oh Quinn, do you mind cleaning the guest room? I need the room to be empty," Judy told her daughter.

"Are we having guests over?" Quinn asked, uninterested.

"You remember Uncle John?"

"Your friend from college, right?" Quinn looked up from her plate.

"Yeah, well, he has a son who's moving to McKinley. He used to study at some boarding school around the city but he didn't like it there. So his dad agreed that he could move in to a regular high school."

"Oh really?" Quinn replied, showing minimal signs of interest.

"Mhm. I should've told you this earlier," Judy said, regretful. "His son is moving in with us for a while - just until he gets an apartment. He'll be using the guest room in the meantime."

Great, Quinn thought. A complete stranger living with them - a boy no less. After all that went down last year, Quinn just wanted to go back to her normal life. She had her mind set. She would get herself back in the Cheerios, she would get straight A's, and most of all, she would continue ignoring Puck – and no boy would get in the way of that.

"Sure, mom," Quinn answered. "Santana's coming over tomorrow. Hopefully I can get her to help me out."

...

Quinn had spent half an hour wiping the table tops, sweeping the floor, changing the bed sheets, preparing new towels. As if cheerleading practice earlier wasn't tiring enough, she had to rearrange the furniture in the bed room. Why can't this guy just clean the room himself. Why do I have to clean up for him?

"I'm so drowning myself in the hot tub later," Quinn thought about how much her body was gonna ache after doing so much housework. "Santana! Won't you please give me a hand here!"

Santana was out in the living room watching TV. No matter how much Quinn asked her, there was no way the Latina was getting her hands dirty. Their afternoon of hanging out and gossiping about their summers turned into an afternoon of Quinn cleaning the room by herself with her friend not being useful. At all. After what seemed like the whole day, Quinn was done cleaning and she gave one last look over the whole room and she was satisfied.

"Thank god," she sighed happily. "This guy better appreciate me cleaning this room."

"I'm sure he will," a voice said from behind her.

Quinn instantly turned around to see a tall, blonde boy standing by the doorway.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he smiled. "I'm Sam, John Evans's son. I was gonna wait out in the living room but your friend, Santana said you were here…she left, by the way. She had to meet a girl, Brittany, I think her name was…"

Quinn stood frozen, trying to keep up with this boy's words. He was blabbering too fast about Santana, he couldn't keep up with his words.

"…I think Santana was hitting on me. She kept looking at me with this smirk. Oh well," he finally finished. "Aren't you gonna tell me your name?"

"I'm Quinn," she shyly extended her hand and he took it in his for a handshake. "I didn't know you were moving in today."

"I talked to your mom earlier and she told to just come over whenever because you would be here to let me in. Sorry to just drop in unexpected. Well, sort of…"

It was quiet and awkward between the two. Unfortunately for Quinn, it was Monday and her mom was usually out until late in the evening. While they quietly stood there in the middle of the room, Quinn tried to figure out how this guy was like. There was something in that warm smile of his that she liked. I won't lie, he is cute…but I can't let him distract me. No, boys have caused my downfall and I have learned from that mistake, she thought to herself.

"Well, it looks like you have a lot to unpack. Uhm, school starts at 8 tomorrow, my mom said you should hitch a ride with me since you probably don't know the way to McKinley yet," Quinn said. "I'll be in my room if you ever need anything."

...

6:30 AM, right on the dot, the alarm in Quinn Fabray's room goes off and the annoying beeping echoes in her room. Another day, she groans in her head. It was Wednesday, the third day since classes have resumed for another year, which meant auditions and try-outs for varsities and other clubs would begin today. In preparation for that, Quinn decided to take her time picking out what to wear when she auditions for the Cheerios. Before heading on home the other day, she waited for classes to end and for everyone to go home before she slowly approached the filled sign-up sheets for the Cheerio try-outs. She made sure everyone was out because if news went out that she was trying out to be a cheerleader again, it would spread like wildfire and a certain Latina head cheerleader would definitely feel threatened.

When her mind started to cool down from thinking about the try-outs later in the afternoon, Quinn remembered that before she could start her day, there was one person that needed her help in settling in McKinley High – Sam.

Is he even awake yet? Quinn walked over to the guest room, to check if he was already up and ready to head out for school. She didn't want to be late today as it was the day she had been preparing for the whole summer. As she stood in front of the door, Quinn wondered whether she should knock or just let herself in. Without wasting another second, she turned the knob and took a peek inside.

"Sam? Are you up already?"

Sam was standing by the bed, his blonde hair damp from the shower, and he was clad in just his jeans. He was fixing his belt before Quinn entered the room, asking whether he was awake already or not.

"Oh hey, Quinn," he turned around to greet her. "Almost done getting ready."

She didn't know how long she was staring but Quinn knew she was looking a second too long. With his cute, dorky smile, she had never expected that Sam would ever have such a hot body. When he finally put on his shirt, concealing his cut abs, Quinn mentally slapped herself for being distracted.

"Done," he said. "Off to school we go!"

The two went off to school in Quinn's car. The drive to school gave them an opportunity to finally have a decent conversation with each other. By the time they reached school, Quinn learned that he came from an all-boys boarding school, he is a massive fan of James Cameron's Avatar, and he's planning on trying out for the football team.

What would he think of me if he find out about my pregnancy last year? Would he still be so nice and polite towards me? Throughout their talk, she was careful not to reveal too much about herself, especially about her past. It won't be long until he hears stories about my indiscretions last year.

She was tempted to take the longer route to school to get to know him more but she didn't want to be late in her first class.

"So, I'll see ya later after our try-outs?" Sam asked.

"Good luck on your try-out later," Quinn smiled for the first time. "I'm sure you'll make it in the football team."

"Good luck on yours, too," Sam replied. "You'll be great."

...

Lunch time finally came up and Sam was seated near the steps outside the school building. He listing down all the homework his teacher had assigned until a group of kids, wearing matching New York shirts busted out in song, singing "Empire State of Mind". He was jamming along to the song and kept thinking how cool they were, performing in front of the whole school. In the middle of the song, three girls in the same shirt made their way down the steps and joined in. It was Quinn. So, she was part of the Glee club.

Their performance was good, especially the black girl who belted out high notes at the end of the song and the Asian guy who could really bust a move. It came as a surprise that the student body went on with whatever they were doing, not even acknowledging the amazing performance that just happened.

The group went their own ways, probably to have their lunch break. The tall guy who rapped part of the song walked towards Sam's direction and went to talk to the blonde boy - the only one who paid attention to the performance.

"Hey, man, so I saw that you might be interested in joining our glee club," the tall boy said directly. "I'm Finn."

"Sam," he said as he gave Finn a handshake. "You guys were awesome, man."

"Thanks. We practice a lot. We actually made it to Regionals last year but the competition was really good. This year, however, is looking good for the club. We just need more members," Finn said honestly. "Why don't you come for an audition? I can go round up some of the guys and if you do well, we can put a good word in for you with Mr. Schue."

"Uhm, okay," Sam agreed, hesitantly.

In a few minutes, Sam found himself in the choir room with 4 other boys – Finn, Mike, Puck and Artie. As he sang to Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars's Billionaire, the other boys joined in the song. Finn played the drums, Puck on the guitar, Artie did the rap, and Mike backed-up the vocals and did some sweet dance moves. After the song, the guys gave Sam a round of high fives and an early welcome to the glee club.

After lunch, they each headed to their next class which happened to be Spanish with Mr. Schue – a class they all had together. The boys sat in their seats and Sam found a vacant one near the back of the classroom. As he made his way to the seat, he passed by Quinn, who was seated beside the black girl who hit the high notes earlier. He smiled at her and she replied with a shy one of her own before chatting with her friend again. He reached the vacant seat and sat himself down.

"So, I see you have taken a liking to the Glee club," said a nerdy boy who was sitting near Sam. He wore thick-rimmed glasses and had an unruly, curly Jewfro.

"They seem cool," Sam complimented them.

"That's a first," the boy chuckled. "I'm Jacob, by the way. I man this school's most popular gossip site. I know everything about everyone and I noticed that you're a new face to this little school. Sam, right?"

Sam nodded his head. He wasn't paying much attention to Jacob since Quinn was seated not too far from him.

"What brings you here, blondie?"

"I used to study at an all-boys boarding school…"

Jacob turned around to see what Sam had his gaze fixed on. "Quinn Fabray, of course," he said, not surprised. "Every guy just wants the same thing."

"Can you blame me? She's beautiful," Sam said.

"I'm guessing you don't know about her past."

"What do you mean?"

"As the owner of this school's most tuned-in gossip site, I know everything about her," Jacob said proudly. "What do you want to know?"

...

After Quinn's Cheerio try-out…

I'm pretty sure Coach Sylvester will be begging me to come back anytime soon, Quinn said confidently. She wasn't given a chance to dance (not like she had to. Sue, of all people, should know what she can do) but she was sure that her speech had made an impact. She strutted out of the auditorium and down to the field, head high and hands on her hips. This was it. I'm coming back.

"Quinn," an unmistakable voice called out to her, followed by the sound of running. "Wait up."

Even though they had spent the past two afternoons practicing for the glee performance they had put on earlier, Quinn still continued her streak of ignoring Noah Puckerman…but unfortunately, she couldn't escape from this one.

"Quinn, can we talk?"

"What do you want, Puck?"

"I heard you tried out for the Cheerios," he tried to strike up a conversation. "Do you think you can handle going back to doing flips and all that other crap you guys do?"

"It's none of your business but yes, I can handle it," she replied, defiantly. "And again, not like it's any of your business, but I'm sure Coach Sylvester wouldn't even think twice about putting me back on top."

"I don't think Santana will be okay with stepping down from head Cheerio."

"It's not my decision who Coach puts in-charge. If she thinks I can handle the team better, then that's what's best for the squad. Enough small talk, Puckerman, I have other things to do."

"I wanna know why you've been avoiding me the whole damn summer," he cut in before she could leave.

"I was busy," she replied, straight to the point without sparing him another look. She tried to walk away until Puck grabbed on to her arm and pulled her back.

"I heard some kids saying they saw you driving to school with that new kid, Sam. Is he the one you've been busy with?"

Quinn wanted to reply but Puck spoke again.

"What I said to you last year when we were looking at Beth…"

"Please Puck, if you really meant what you said, then leave me alone and pretend that we never happened," Quinn said before running to her car with tears falling from her eyes. This is the last time I'm ever gonna cry about her, Quinn promised. I gave her up for the best.

(January 6, 2011)