I'll Carry You Home

**I do not own any of the glee characters and my story has nothing to do with the show, it's a different story line!**

Chapter One:He's Waiting For Me

Quinn POV.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening of New York City. Quinn was walking down the dark alley's in the west village of the city. She walked along in the alley's with simple dark blue flats on her feet matching with a light off-white dress that she wore with a navy blue quarter sleeve cardigan in the cool summer breeze. She looked both ways of the street, running over to the bar named “Johnny's Bar” that was written in bright red lights, the r on the end, flickering a little. She was going to meet her lover. Sam was a boy she had met not long ago from a friends party. When they had met there had been a instant connection. Quinn never knew what that connection was between them but they became in love with each other. She opened the door with a bell that rang as she entered. She walked into the low air conditioned bar, that was dead. There were very few people in there. She scanned the bar, spotting Sam sitting on one of the stools that were lined up along the bar, with the bar tender busy making beverages. She smiled softly to herself as she made her way over. He had told her to come here, he was waiting for her so he could ask her something important, so she did as he said. “Hey” she had said, with a smile. She took a seat on the bar stool that was next to him. “So what is it?” she asked him curious on what he had to ask her. She could tell he looked angry or disappointed about something.

Sam POV.

Sam was sitting at his usual spot in the bar that was familiar to him. He tapped his fingers to the sound of the song on the crackling radio that played on the country channel in the dead bar. Sam was waiting for his girl Quinn to show up. Lately she hadn't been in the “mood” to do anything with him. Sam knew he loved her but she needed to show him she felt the same way. He knew in the back of his mind, he was being selfish and controlling over her but he just ignored it. He asked the bar tender johnny, the owner and a buddy of his to mix him a drink of rye and Pepsi. He continued to tap his fingers on the marble bar top to the beat of a Blake Shelton song while he waited impatiently for Quinn to arrive. He had a lot of anger issues lately with having the stress of school which wasn't going as good as planned and trying to keep a steady part time job. And also the fact that his parents kicked him out of the house and he was now living in a friend's basement. Sam was a wreck, his life was crumbling down day by day. He listened to some drunks in the far corner of the bar, bickering on and on about the football game. He let out a sigh, growing more impatient every minute as he continued to tap his fingers. Finally hearing the ring of the bell on the door as people came and went. He didn't bother turning his head knowing it was Quinn. The bar tender slid his drink across the counter top into his hands as Quinn took a seat on the stool next to him and began to speak. He took a sip of his bitter tasting drink, finally turning his head a little to glance at her. “Well it's about time you show...” he said in a rude tone. He took another swig of his drink. He fully turned his body to her, looking into her eyes. “I need to know if you love me, because lately it doesn't seem like it.” He told her, practically glaring at her. Quinn had shook her head, looking at him with a confused and upset expression written on her face. “What kind of question is that?” she talked back too him. She got up. “Call me when you're over being an ass” she told him, walking straight for the door. Sam had took the last swig of his drink before getting up and following her outside. He instantly grabbed her wrist roughly, pulling her into the nearest alley, leaning her against the brick wall of the bar. “Listen here, you're going to love me, whether you like it or not!” He yelled, his face close to hers, almost touching. He instantly had the urge to punch her. His fist made an impact against her soft cheek. It was like he was taken over by something dark and evil inside of him.

Quinn POV.

Quinn couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth, so rude and fowl towards her. She made her way out of the bar, she was never the one to be spoken to rudely and take it. She wasn't taking shit from nobody, not even the one she loved, well the one she thought she loved. As she stepped foot out of the bar, Sam had grabbed her wrist, almost feeling like he was going to stop the circulation of her arm. He pushed her against the hard, cold brick wall. Tears had instantly streamed down her face. She listened to the words he told her. She grew scared of him, who was this boy? She let out a scream as he hit her. But no one was around to hear it. She wiggled to set herself free from his hold. Nothing was working. Her vision was blurry from the tears in her eyes. She kicked his leg and he released her arm. She pushed him back, running as fast as she possibly could. He was a monster, not the boy she had fallen in love with. She ran as fast as her legs and feet would let her go, never looking back. She made it to her apartment, running up the stairs to her place. She locked the door behind her, instantly sliding against her front door, balling her eyes out. Sam had hit her. The place on her cheek felt numb from the punch. She flinched as she touched it lightly with her hand, seeing a little blood on her finger tips. A bruise had already started to form on her wrist where his grip had been. She was terrified of him. Never even imagining he would do such a thing to her. She got up, going to mend her small wound he had left on her right cheek. She would never forgive him. She never wanted to see his face again.

Sam POV.

Sam had let out a yell as she kicked his shin. He released her wrist, as he grabbed his leg with both his hands. He looked up, seeing her run off into the darkness. Sam cussed under his breath, as he held his shin. He felt a little dizzy from the booze. He leaned against the cool brick wall, shutting his eyes. What the hell had he done. He slid down, leaning his head back against the wall. He just hurt the one he loved, and the only one that had loved him back. Now he was left in the dark alley, alone and ashamed of himself.

 [woop first chapter! like? there's more to come! :D]