So, I blame this idea on the fact that I watched the Lifetime reboot of the Blue Lagoon. The acting could have been better, but at least the people were nice to look at. Anyway, since I watched the movie, I've been dying to write this. So, here you go. It's a little slow in the beginning for obvious reasons, but it'll pick up (it'll pick up A LOT within the next few chapters) It's a little long because I'm trying to get the slow stuff out of the way quicker. I want to get to the fun stuff!

Also. I do not claim to own the plot from Blue Lagoon: The Awakening, nor do I own any of the Glee characters. Because, let's face it, if I owned anything pertaining to Glee that would have affected the outcome of the finale, shit would make sense.

Six am came way too early for Quinn as the bleeping of her alarm clock pounded against the thin curtains of her dreams, drawing her back into reality when her dreams were much, much nicer. It was all the things she couldn't do when she opened her eyes. Adventure and spontaneity. Which was why she was so reluctant to open her eyes to the present. But the alarm clock was persistent in its beeping and her eyes finally opened halfway, trying their best to block out the sun as she reached over and pounded on the tiny button to get the thing to shut up.

She lay there just a few more minutes until she knew she couldn't anymore. The quiet was no longer peaceful, so she tossed her blanket to the side and pulled herself out of bed. Her feet padded lazily around her room, going through the motions of her perfectly crafted morning routine. Shower first. Brush teeth. Dry hair. Get dressed. Wipe excess condensation off the mirror. Make up. Shoes. School.

She stopped at her fish tank, her one lonely fish swimming about in the thirty gallon. She smiled at him and tossed a few flakes of food before setting the container to the side and flipping on her computer.

"It's 7:15, you guys!" she called out to the rest of the house, making sure they were all awake as she ran through her plan for the day that she'd typed up the night before on a precise excel document.

He was kicking ass in his motocross game. They were all eating his dust and he was jumping over the mounds like a pro. His score was freaking sweet as hell.

"You're late," came his father's voice from the doorway.

It wasn't like Sam turned around, but he could still feel his presence. "And it was just enough to distract him from his game. His bike crashed into the back of a semi and blew up. "I know," he answered, his eyes still on the television. He didn't have time to start it over, so he tossed his remote to the ground and waited until he could no longer feels his dad's presence behind him before he stuffed his papers and crap he needed for school in his backpack and tossed it over his shoulder.

His souped up blue Bronco was his most prized possession and just to piss off his dad, he revved it real nice in the driveway, peeling out as he sped off in the direction of the school.

She was completely panicked. They were running late and her mom was just as cookie cutter as she was, driving the exact speed limit even though it kind of called for at least five over. The school was already buzzing with life as they pulled up to the curb.

Frannie, Quinn's younger sister, pushed open the back door while Quinn fixed her slightly tilted purple knitted hat on her head in the rearview mirror. The moment she stepped out of the car, an obnoxiously blue truck came barreling past, honking his horn and driving far too close for any of their likings. Frannie narrowed her eyes as he made a U-turn in the middle of the road and parked opposite them.

"God, that guy is such an ass," Frannie snarled, still glaring in his direction.

"Frannie," her mom warned, turning back to look at her younger daughter.

She was defensive. "What? He almost just ran me over in his ditch-mobile."

Her mother was still facing the backseat. "Well, you shouldn't be getting out that side anyway. Go out that side." She turned back to Quinn. "Hey, honey, did you get the list from Ms. Collier?"

She was pulling off her seat belt as she nodded, gathering up all of her books in her lap. "Uh, yeah. I've already done it."

"Okay great," her mother said as the same time Frannie piped up from the backseat. "Of course you have."

She turned her glare back on her little sister as she pushed the door open. "Really?"

"Girls," her mother warned, trying to break it up before it started.

Frannie was determined to keep it going, it seemed. "I hear it all day," she complained. Her voice took on a mocking tone as she spoke in the voices of all the people who apparently praised Quinn to Frannie. "Your sister was such a great student! Oh, Quinn just loved this book!"

"Fran! Enough." Her mother was almost desperate to keep the mood up and Quinn was just ready to get out of the car already. Preferably without strangling the younger Fabray so keen on giving her a hard time with her jealous mouth in the backseat. "So I have a showing at five, so I'll be home around six-ish. Any dinner requests?"

Quinn just shook her head, eager to get out of the car. "Anything's good." She slid out of her seat and called out "Bye, mom!" before she closed the door behind her.

"Bye sweetie, I love you!" she called out behind her.

She could still hear Frannie complaining even as she walked away. "She's the perfect girl and I'm the bad sister." She couldn't hear her mom's response and didn't care much either as she hurried to her first class, determined not to be late.

She met Santana at the lockers, practicing breathing exercises before she had a full blown panic attack because Santana was taking far too long getting her stuff together before they headed to the class where they were going to go over the itinerary and the plans when they got to the tiny island for Project for Humanity. She was honestly just thinking about leaving her behind.

She didn't seem to be following Quinn's though process as she looked up, bubbly about the upcoming trip. "Breath, Q. They're probably just going to talk about stuff we already know. I mean, the only reason I'm going is to get out of first period. We can be a little late."

Quinn looked at her as if she had a third eye. "Not really."

Santana turned to her then, shutting her locker and holding her hands up, frustrated with the blonde. "Oh, my God! You are going to explode if you stay this tight." Her face quickly changed from one of annoyance, to one with a plan. The kind of the plan that generally worried Quinn. She leaned in, a smirk on her face, but her eyes on something or someone behind Quinn. "Speaking of tight."

Just then Noah Puckerman, the star of the football team came walking in their direction and Quinn knew immediately that that was where Santana's eyes and mind were. But instead of continuing in the direction of the classroom, he turned, stopping to stand beside Santana. "Hey, Quinn," he said smoothly, nodding his head and turning before continuing on in the direction he'd been heading before he'd stopped.

Santana watched him leave and turned back to Quinn, her mouth hanging open. "'Hey Quinn'? He freaking knows your name!"

Quinn was honestly just as shocked as her brunette friend. She was just as speechless, watching him walk down the hallway. "I guess," she said uneasily, still unsure what just happened.

"You guess? Noah Puckerman knows your name!"

Not wanting to cause a scene, she grabbed her entirely-too-excited friend's arm. "Okay, can we go to class now, please?"

But Santana wasn't going to let it go that easily. "Can you sleep with him? Please? For me?" she begged, walking backwards so that she and Quinn were face to face. Quinn shook her head and they both started laughing, piling into the already packed classroom. She stopped short, never having been late to a class before and someone bumped into her, knocking her a few steps forward.

It was Sam Evans. "Woah. Sorry prom queen." His voice was sarcastic as he walked to the back of the classroom. She shot him a glare and looked over at the teacher who had been in the middle of explaining the next morning's schedule. He looked over at the small commotion and shook his head as she headed towards the empty desk behind Santana. "Hey you two find a seat let's go." He looked pointedly at Quinn. "I expect it from Mr. Evans, but I hope better from you, Quinn."

She hung her head as she set her purse down beside her. "I'm sorry Mr. Christensen." He just nodded and went on to explain what time everyone was to meet the next morning. Of course she'd be there. She didn't have to worry about that.

Santana turned to her, effectively ending her concentration on Mr. Christensen as he went over the things she already knew. "How'd lonely boy get on this trip?" she asked, shooting a glare in Sam's direction. "Daddy probably bought his way on." Her smile was smug.

Quinn shot her a look and shushed her.

"You know I can hear you, right?" came from a few desks back. It was Sam's voice and Santana stuck her tongue out at him and turned around giggling. She turned her attention back to the teacher.

"For the first five days in Trinidad, we'll be helping to renovate a school with Project Humanity. The last three days, we'll be exploring the island and going on cultural excursions throughout the country and it should be a lot of fun."

She had no doubt.

Lunch proved interesting as Santana and Quinn joined Brittany and Rachel at their usual table. They were abuzz with excitement, pre-planning and talking out loud. Except, they weren't the kind of plans that she would generally be behind.

"So," Santana started, the moment they sat down. "Headline: Noah knows Quinn's name."

"Whaaaat?" An enthused Rachel piped up as Brittany reached over for Quinn's food, pointing at her own plate. "Yeah, I'll trade you for your burger."

Quinn shook her head, sliding her plate in the direction of her friend. "You can have it."

"You sure?" Although she was already reaching for the burger.

She nodded again. "Yeah, I just wanted the fries." She popped one in her mouth as if to solidify the point. She laughed as Brittany offered no resistance and gladly took it.

Rachel spoke up again. "Wait. So Quinn and Noah? I kinda like that."

"Yeah. We have one week on the island to work our weavy magic and get young Quinn here laid by the quarterback." Santana nudged her blonde friend who just rolled her eyes.

"I don't have a say in this?" she asked with a ticked brow.

"No. Not at all," she answered back seriously.

"We're there to be helping people," she countered.

Santana matched her again. "And I'm trying to help you," she shrugged, placing air quotes around the word.

All seriousness was back in Quinn's face as she turned to her friend. "We have jobs to do, Santana. I have looked at the itinerary and-"

"You made the itinerary," Rachel clarified, gaining a laugh from all of them.

"The school has every day – and night -" she shot a knowing look at Santana, "planned."

"So? We'll change the plans. I mean, that's life, right? Oh. And by the way, I just found out that the carnival in Trinidad is when we're there."

Their voices began to fade out as her focus landed on something else entirely. Sam Evans sat at the table across from them alone with his feet propped up on a chair, his knife slicing through an apple. It was his demeanor that pulled her in. He sat like he couldn't really care less if anyone was talking about him because he'd rather be alone cutting up his apple. He just owned who he was completely and she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him.

An irritated "Really?" pulled her out of her stupor and she looked over to see Santana giving her a are-you-freaking-serious face.

"What?" she asked dumbly.

"Quinn's scoping Lonely Boy."

"Oh, he was in my middle school," Brittany said around the big bite of food in her mouth. "He used to be really nice."

"Yeah. Used to be. I heard he got kicked out of the last school he was in." Santana shot a belittling look in his direction, but he wasn't paying her any kind of attention.

"I think he's actually kind of cute. In a Rebel Without A Cause kind of way," Rachel offered with a shrug.

"Let me make it simple." Santana sat up a little straighter in her chair. "Girls like our Q don't hook up with freaks like what's-his-face. Especially when she's got the quarterback on the hook."

A small commotion at Sam's table captured Quinn's attention again, along with the other three girls at the table.

"You can hand that to me." A superintendent stood in front of Sam with an open hand, waiting for him to hand his knife over. When he didn't, she crossed her arms. "Then you can follow me to the principal's office."

"Lead the way," he answered with a shrug, pocketing his knife and ignoring the Oooh's from all the other students as he stood and followed the woman out of the cafeteria.

"Looks like someone's not going on the trip," Santana commented a little too smugly.

She tried to understand why she felt the tiniest bit of disappointment.

She was desperately trying to fit a ziplocked back up first-aid kit, but her suitcase was packed completely full.

"Wow," her father groaned dramatically as her mother helped her pack. "How long are you planning on staying?" He shot a bemused look at her packed full suitcase and sipped at his coffee.

Her mother jumped to her rescue. "You can never be too prepared, Russell."

"Ah." His tone was amused, not enlightened.

"Thank you guys so much for letting me go on this."

"No worries, sweetie," her dad started. "So what if I had to take a second mortgage out and your mom and me have to sell an extra mansion this month."

Judy Fabray shushed him with a lighthearted smile. "Don't tell her that."

Quinn and Judy shared a look and Judy pulled her daughter in for a hug. "Oh. I love my kids so much." Quinn laughed around her mother's shoulder, hugging her even tighter. She'd never been away from them for so long. It hit her all at once that she'd really, really miss them.

Russell, of course, couldn't keep his comments to himself. "Man! If this is what you two are like for an eight day trip, I don't even know what's is going to be like when she goes off to college."

"I know," Judy sighed, pulling away and sinking down into the bed, looking up at her daughter. "So I'm thinking we'll have to move to Yale with you."

"I support that idea," Russell said, pushing himself off the doorway and heading back down the hall.

"Wouldn't you love that?" Judy asked, Quinn moving back to her suitcase, desperately trying to zip it up. Quinn rolled her eyes and they both laughed.

"What are you talking about 'you don't want to go'?"

He didn't even have to see his dad to know that he was there. He could smell his expensive, choking cologne before he was even in the kitchen. "You know what kind of strings I had to pull to get you back on this trip?"

He shut the fridge and walked around the island to the cupboard. "For who, Dad? Me or you? 'Cause I don't even want to go on this stupid trip. If I'm gonna be forced to hang with a bunch of people I don't talk to when I'm here, anyway."

"It's an opportunity, son. It's a chance to do something for someone other than yourself."

He looked at his father for a moment, thinking maybe his stare would waiver. But it didn't. Frustrated, he filled up his cup and started walking towards the door. "Can we go? We're gonna be late," he called over his shoulder. "Then I'll be stuck here and you'll have to look at my face all week."

He didn't wait for his dad. He'd catch up. He didn't know what he hated more. The thought of going on the stupid trip, or the thought of staying home.

"Let's go, gang! All aboard!" Mr Christensen called, standing guard just outside the door to the bus while Quinn said her goodbyes to her family.

"Be careful," her mom said, finally pulling out of what could have been the world's longest, tightest hug. "Love you."

Quinn and Santana waved goodbye and turned towards the buses, Judy calling out "be safe you girls. Love you!" after them.

A few hundred feet away, Sam pulled his backpack around his shoulders, shutting the door and heading towards the buses, only to be stopped by the sound of his dad's voice. "Sam." It was a command enough to stop him in his tracks and he turned slightly to the side so that his father knew he was listening. "Be safe."

"Will do, Father," he tossed over his shoulder, almost sarcastically. He heard the car pull away moments later, but he didn't even give it a second thought. The next time he saw his father again, it would be too soon. And he was sure the sentiment was shared.

Quinn almost walked right into Noah as she was going to get on the bus, Santana on her right side. She looked up and he turned to her, stopping in front of the steps. He looked like he was still half asleep and he smiled at her. "How are you doing, Quinn? Crazy early, right?" They both laughed; him tiredly and her almost in shock that he was still going out of his way to talk to her.

As he walked up the stairs, Santana stepped in front of Quinn, facing her. "That was two sentences. He's upping his game. You are so getting laid!"

Quinn rolled her eyes and followed her friend on the bus.

It was going to be an insanely long ride.

The island was beautiful. Despite the jetlag, she was able to take in all the beauty of the place. The sapphire blue oceans, the locals beating drums and playing music with open guitar cases right on the beach. Jet skiiers and parasailers. She almost wish it was just an actual vacation and not something for Project Humanity. The island air was fresh and alive and she found herself wanting to dance with the performers they watched as they drove down the tiny streets towards their hotel.

Everyone piled out of the vans and one of the chaperones tried to get everyone's attention. "Okay, everybody listen up. Project starts tomorrow which means we have a few hours today to get settled in and go hang by the pool if you want. And then we're all going to go to dinner."

Everyone hooted and hollered, glad to finally be free of the vans. Santana weaved her arm through one of Quinn's as they walked in the direction of the hotel. "Listen to what I tell you, Q. Screw your schedule because this is going to be the best ever."

No one wasted any time stripping down into their bathing suits and heading to the pool. By the time the foursome got there, it was almost completely packed. People were hanging around the bar, abusing the legal drinking age, doing cannonballs into the water and splashing the sunbathers.

Santana scoped the area. "Hm. No locals. Damn. Oh well. Who's the lucky boy?" She rubbed her hands together as if she were getting ready to feast, not scoping out her next victim. She bumped shoulders with Quinn. "Don't worry, Q. I'm not going to steal your quarterback."

The found a spot to set their things and they all dropped their covers and were left only in their bathing suits. "Alright, ladies. Let's do this!" They grabbed hands at the edge of the pool and counted to three before jumping in.

The crowd already in the pool welcomed them immediately, beginning a game of splashing the others until someone gave up. Quinn ducked underwater and when she came up, her eyes searched the hotel. Sam's eyes met hers from his spot on the balcony almost immediately. She offered him a small smile and she thought maybe she saw him give one back, but she was being dragged back by Noah, laughing and screaming, trying to splash him enough to make him let her go.

The rest of the day, Sam haunted her mind. He was just always back there, and she couldn't seem to shake him.

Thankfully, the next few day they were put to work. The hard labor kept her from thinking too much. She was surrounded by sweaty men handling power tools and she couldn't seem to think about anything aside from the fact that she couldn't think about anything.

She was working on sanding down some boards when Mr. Christensen's voice plowed through her thoughts. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Be careful up there!"

She turned her head to match his line of sight to see Sam walking precariously across the roof of one of the buildings they'd recently put together. He bowed dramatically. "Whatever you say boss," he said before jumping backwards onto the steadier part of the roof.

Noah came up beside Quinn where she was fixated on Sam. "He's gonna get freaking killed and ruin it for all of us." He touched her shoulder, his hand remaining there for a moment too long. "You should get some lotion on your shoulders. You're going to burn." She pulled a shirt over her camisol to cover her shoulders and of course Santana popped up right after Noah walked away. "Day two and first contact has been made? Yes, please. This is going to be easier than I thought. Looks like Q's getting some big action."

Quinn just shook her head, laughing at her inappropriate friend as she walked away.

At the end of day two, Quinn was exhausted. She pulled up Skype with her parents. They asked all the parent-y questions and she left out the part where Santana was hell bent on getting her to sleep with the quarterback who had just recently begun to show his interest in her. If talking to her for the first time meant he was interested.

Rachel came barreling through their front door squealing, causing both Santana and Quinn to jump. "Game on, ladies-"

Quinn gave her a pointed look and whispered "Skyping" loud enough for her hear. Which sounded a good deal like "shut the hell up" without so many words.

"With the 'rentals," Santana added.

"Okay. Get off. Now. Seriously. It's urgent."

"Honey, are you alright?" Judy Fabray's voice came from the computer and Quinn shot a look at Rachel and then back at her computer.

"Um. Yeah. Um. Sorry. Ms. Collier is calling lights out," she lied. And she hated herself for it.

"Alright, alright. Go 'head. We love you. Have fun," Russell said, just as Judy opened her mouth to speak.

"Get a good night's sleep, babe," Judy chimed in.

"Love you guys. Bye."

They both said their good nights one last time before she shut her laptop. Rachel almost couldn't wait to start talking. "Okay. So I'm downstairs buying freaking toothpaste because I ran out- and can you believe that they charge you five dollars for a tube of-"

"Losing interest," Santana cut in, already bored with her spiel.

"Okay. Headline. Carnival party tonight on some local dude's boat. I know. And Noah invited us. And he singled you out, young Quinn. They're leaving right now but the boat leaves in half an hour."

Quinn shook her head, looking from the two of them who were obviously into the idea. "I... I don't know."

Santana snapped her hand in Quinn's direction. "Shut it. We are going. You are going. Even if I have to tie you up and drag you to the boat."

"Seriously. We'll be done by midnight. Two o'clock the latest.

She really didn't want to, but at the same time, she kind of liked the idea of an adventure. And Noah was inviting her. That made her feel pretty special. "Okay," she agreed, smacking the palm of her hand against her head.

Not ten minutes later, clad in more than pajamas, they were running out of the hotel towards the boat. They hopped in a cab, laughing and waving at the men they passed. The adrenaline was running high. Especially for Quinn who just didn't do things like this.

They pulled up to the boarding dock with an enthusiastic Rachel running up ahead and turning around. "Carnival, bitches!"

As she stood there a moment longer, taking in the scene, there was a sudden sinking feeling in her stomach. Something very, very bad was going to happen. She just knew it.

In hindsight, it was a seal of fate as she walked towards the boat, knowing in every ounce of her being that she shouldn't be there. She shot a look back at the island for what she didn't know then would be the very last time.

I know this chapter was super long and filled with stuff you probably don't care about, but that's why I wanted to lump it all together in one big chapter. I the next chapter will still be a tad slow, but it'll get into the story more and I'm planning on the third chapter being where it really starts to get good. So please, review and tell me what you think. Five reviews and I'll post the next chapter!