AN: Chapter is T

"Just remember: the dogs need to be fed twice a day and they'll just bug you when you need to let them out. The key is under the mat and you have my cell phone number in case anything happens."

Sam Evans nodded at these rushed instructions being spoken to him as the owner of the house, a one Mrs. Amy Satmary, stormed out of the modest home and ran to the taxi waiting to take her to the airport. Waving one last goodbye to the older businesswoman as she was driven away, Sam walked back into the house and headed straight to the living room before jumping onto the first leather couch he saw and making himself right at home.

Sam Evans had fallen in love with Los Angeles, even when his family said he wouldn't. As a transplant from Nashville, he was a country boy trying to play off being a city slicker by taking as many jobs as he could. When he wasn't working at his part time job as a trainer at one of the hottest gyms in L.A., he was dogwalking, babysitting, and his favorite odd job: housesitting.

The perks of the job were incredibly obvious to Sam as he rummaged in the giant stainless steel refrigerator for a Gatorade. Instead of staying in his tiny one bedroom apartment that cost way more than it should every night, he got to spend a week, maybe two, in a mini-mansion where he slept in luxury. Instead of buying his own food that was barely enough to feed him for the week, Sam ate as much as he want, though he still had restrictions to keep his physique in shape. One downside were the pets he sometimes had to take care of, but usually the animals were okay and the pool, free utilities, and the fact that he got paid at the end of the day made it all worth it.

Sam had just found the Gatorade he was looking for when one of the dogs, he forgot the names already pouted up at him, big black eyes trying to tell him something. Watching as the dog headed for the double glass doors that lead to the patio and pool in this mini-mansion he was staying for the week, Sam opened the doors and let the dog run around as he admired the sight in front of him, all of Los Angeles right at his feet. That's when he heard it.

It wasn't too loud, but he could still make out two voices, two distinct voices, two distinct girl voices. Following the noise to his left, the voices became giggling and soon were mixed in with the sounds of water splashing and some babble from the radio, the newest hit song that he heard at his gym too. Singing along with the track, Sam followed the voices to the fence before realizing that he wasn't too sure if he wanted to know what was on the other side of the fence. His mind had already created a Hustler image of what was going on the other side and now he wasn't sure if he wanted to ruin it. That's when he heard the conversation begin.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?"

"Q, relax. I'm, like practically dating the guy. Or just sleeping with him. Whatever."

"Santana!" The shocked voice was soon followed by the sound of splashing and laughter again, before the laughter died down.

"San, I really don't think we should be here though." The first voice seemed so serious, Sam thought to himself. Why was she so serious?

"Q, like I told you. We're good. He's out of town for the week and he needed someone to watch his place. Said his neighbor gets someone to watch her place all the time when she and the hubby are out of town."

"I'm kinda shocked you're still with this guy. San, I was pretty sure you were into girls." Sam almost spit out his Gatorade at the revelation of the second voice's sexuality, no matter how hesitant the first voice sounded.

Sam was waiting for some outrage from the second voice, some kind of emotion, but instead Sam could almost hear the shrug as the second voice replied, "A girl gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

Resisting the urge to speak back to the voice for all men around the world, the second voice spoke again.

"I mean, it's hard being a working model out here. Cut me some slack. At least these bad boys are good for something."

With Sam eye's widening at what he thought she was talking about, his thoughts were confirmed when the first voice muttered, "Because you bought them."

"Whatever," the second voice replied dismissively. "Still the best decision I ever made. You might want to consider a pair. Would probably get you farther in the acting world."

Sam was learning more and more about these girls as he stood by the fence quietly, trying to not think about how creepy he must look if anyone else could see him.

"Sorry Santana, but I prefer being natural, all natural."

Practically hearing the second girl rolling her eyes, Sam was pretty sure she was one of those fiery Latina women his father had warned him about, he heard some more movement in the pool.

"Speaking of all natural, where is Britt?"

Hearing a light groan coming from the first girl, Sam got closer to the fence, this time turning around to see if he could catch a peek at the voices of what he thought must be some hot girls.

"I thought whatever you two had finished in high school." Sam swallowed hard, so hard he was sure his gulp was audible. Jackpot.

"Well she says it's done," the second girl clarified, the words being followed by the sound of someone leaving the pool. "But a girl can dream."

With the sound of footsteps getting farther away, he could barely make out the voice saying, "I'll check if she's in the kitchen on her phone trying to text Lord Tubbington again."

Confused as to why someone would name their kid Lord Tubbington, Sam didn't realize the branch near his foot until he was tripping over it and landing face first on the ground, making a lot more noise than he wanted.

Hearing a gasp coming from the other side of the fence, it had taken Sam a few minutes to gather his bearing and stand up again. He was in the middle of brushing himself off when the fence door opened slightly, a pair of hazel eyes staring at him from behind the door. The door opened more and the owner of the hazel eyes was revealed to him. Even wrapped up in a towel and her dark blonde hair sopping wet, she was gorgeous. Sam was trying to figure out if she was the actress or the model because for him, it could have been either.

"Can I help you, sir?" the girl in front of him asked, Sam recognizing her to be the first voice he had heard.

Sam hadn't planned at all for this, for being caught. "Uh," he sputtered out, his accent making him sound like a doofus. Smooth, he thought to himself. "I'm sorry, ma'am," Sam began, turning on the southern charm that seemed to help him a lot out here in the big city. "I thought I heard some girls in trouble. Some screams in the pool." Sam wasn't completely lying, he rationalized with himself. He had heard some screaming earlier, just not screams of fear.

"We're fine," the girl replied briskly, Sam almost feeling a chill from the cold shoulder. He was trying his hardest to remember what the other girl had called her earlier, a letter that was unusual. Y? Z? W? The girl began closing the door on him when he heard a third voice begin to speak, pausing all the action around him. "Is that the cable guy? Because Lord Tubbington and I need to watch the discovery channel so he can remember his natural habitat."

Sam just stood awkwardly as the smaller blonde turned back to the girl, her hand still on the door.

"Why would he be the cable guy? That doesn't even…not important." Turning back to face him, he saw the towel drop from her hands more, revealing more of a white bikini before forcing his eyes back to hers. "He's just leaving, isn't he?" This was not a request, Sam realized instantly, but a command. A command that Sam was finding himself more and more willing to follow the more he started staring into his eyes. Wow, her eyes, Sam thought to himself, not realizing that he was slowly backing away from the fence.

The spell seemed to be broken the moment he heard another voice arrive back and he found out his suspicions were correct, the second voice? Definitely a Hispanic girl.

"Q, leave the poor boy alone," the girl said, moving right next to the blonde. Remembering her name as Santana, Sam definitely figured she was the model with the fake boobs, the ones that seemed to be wanting to greet him from how little her bathing suit top was.

"Stop trying to scare the guest." Sam gulped loudly at the way Santana said this and the way she was looking at him, like he was a piece of meat and she was a hungry lioness waiting to rip him to shreds.

"You're scrumptious," she purred, leaning against the doorframe of the fence, becoming more like the image in his head.

"And you're a lesbian," the blonde said again, Q now that he knew her name, or at least her initial.

With a slight pout, the latina rolled her eyes, muttering, "It's okay. I didn't want the trouty mouth anyway," before walking back into the pool area, her hips swishing as she walked.

Sam immediately hid his lips when he was reminded about the part about himself he hated the most. Watching Q's façade crack slightly, Sam began to speak, his accent coming through. "I should leave y'all alone. Like you said earlier, I was just leaving."

Turning around, Sam tried to make himself forget about the unholy trinity of girls in the house next to him when he heard someone call out, "Wait."

Facing the neighbor's house again, he saw Q still standing at the open door, a small frown on her face that he was sure she was trying to hide. "I'm sorry. About San. She really is Satan sometimes." Hearing a "HEY!" in the background, Sam watched as the first peek of a smile appeared on Q's face. "I'm Quinn," she introduced herself, holding her hand out to shake his. "I was rude before not to introduce myself. I'm not used to meeting strangers in backyards."

Following his own chuckle at her joke, Sam extended his hand to meet hers. "Sam Evans, at your service," hoping his smile would relax the tense girl. "I guess we're gonna be neighbors for a week," Sam said before thinking about what he had just revealed.

"I knew something was behind the fence. I knew it!" Quinn said loudly, trying to look serious but bursting out in to a bit of a giggle. Nodding her head, Quinn stated, "Since you seem to already know, yes, here for a week."

With both of them turning their heads at the sound of someone splashing into the pool followed by the reappearance of the other blonde in the water, Sam waited for Quinn to turn back to face him. "Santana you've already met and Brittany is the other girl here, the one who called you a cable guy. Yeah, she means well."

Sam watched the girl in front of him, not completely hearing her as she spoke. Her blonde hair was long and thick, probably a lighter blond especially with the water darkening it. Despite what was hidden by the towel, he was sure she had a rocking body, especially since she was supposed to be an actress. Her eyes were amazing, no doubt about it, but her nose, her lips, her legs, everything seemed amazing.

"I should get going," Quinn finally said, motioning back to her friends where Santana seemed to be getting to close to Brittany. "I'll see you around, I guess?"

Sam nodded, adding a "Definitely," before grinning broadly at the pretty girl in front of him. "I mean, if you ever need something, let me know. Like if you have something heavy that needs to be lifted or.. something." Sam could kick himself for being so awkward and he could see the look in Quinn's eyes as she slowly began to close the door, nodding quickly.

"Bye Sam," she called out before the wooden fence door slammed shut, the sound of hushed whispering following.

Turning back to the house, the dog that had caused all this trouble reappeared, waiting anxiously at the door to be reopened. Doing as the dog wished, Sam walked into the air-conditioned living room and collapsed on a couch again, this time only thinking about the girl next door.

AN: So the oneshot I thought I was doing is now turning into a multi-chapter! This is my first one and I'm a little hesitant about how this all sounds so far so reviews will help immensely! The more reviews, the faster I'll write chapter two! So please review!