56Yay! I finally get to update this!
Sorry if this chapter is kinda short...but atleast we finally get some Sam/Quinn action and a little sneaky!Quinn too HAHA
There's a new episode later and I'm so excited!
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I'm off to bed! It's 3:40AM here and I have to get up in 3hrs and 20mins for school! Yikes.
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The girls' locker room was alive with chatter. While some were discussing the developments of their routine for their competition, other were discussing the developments in their love lives. Quinn entered the locker room, duffel bag slung around her shoulder. Aside from glee and seeing her friends, cheerleading practice was one of the highlights of her day. All she needed was to do was to drone out Sue's sarcastic remarks and petty fights of the younger cheerleaders.
Throughout the course of her pregnancy, none of her teammates on the squad gave a damn about her. Even Santana saw it as an opportunity to usurp the position of head cheerleader from her and Brittany was just too clueless about the gravity of her situation. None of the cheerleaders qualified as a good friend to her.
"Can you believe that guy? I gave him my number and he doesn't call me at all," she heard that cheerleader Jessica whine to her friend. She wasn't the eavesdropping type but today, she was all ears as she pretended to look around her bag.
"He's probably shy...or he could've lost it, you know," Lisa, a freshman cheerleader, tried to come up with reasons for her friend. It was the usual locker room gossip between the cheerleaders before practice.
"Lost it? Please. Any guy would treat a sheet with a Cheerio's phone number on it as if it were a winning lottery ticket."
That's true, Quinn nodded. Zipping her bag up and smoothing her uniform, Quinn was ready for practice. She approached the two cheerleaders standing by their shower room lockers.
"Hey girls!" Quinn spoke up with forced enthusiasm. "What's the buzz about?"
"You know that new kid, Sam Evans?" Lisa tightened her ponytail. Sue with her army-like training had made a big deal about keeping the cheerios hair in tight, neat ponytails.
"I am familiar…"
"He totally ditched Jessica the other day-"
"He did not ditch me. He just didn't call," Jessica looked away from her mirror to butt in.
"Are you sure you wrote down the right number?"
"I'm not stupid. I know my own number," she replied, her attention reverting back to retouching her make-up.
"Just asking," Quinn sat down on one of the benches. She waited for the other cheerleaders to finish fixing themselves before practice. She smiled, satisfied that she was able to prevent from Sam having to date a self-centered and hollow-minded cheerleader. He deserved better than that.
"Maybe I wasn't clear when I sent him some signals. I think I should talk to him later after practice…"
"Maybe you should, Jess…"
"Maybe you should just forget about it," Quinn muttered under her breath. This girl just can't take a hint, Quinn thought to herself.
"You said something, Q?" the younger cheerleader crossed her arms around her chest, eyebrow raised.
Quinn stood up and made her best HBIC stance."First of all, only my friends and Coach can call me Q. Second, maybe Sam didn't call you cause he's not interested."
"You're one to talk especially since no one's interested in you anymore after you got kicked out of the squad last year," Jessica was quick to reply.
"I'm on the squad right now," Quinn said
"Yeah but not as captain anymore…and we all know that no one cares about you since you fell from that position," Jessica smirked, stuffing back her make-up kit inside her duffel bag and placing it inside her locker. She pulled her friend by the arm. "Come on, Lisa. We don't want Coach Sylvester to be waiting on us. I'll call Sam after practice."
…
Like any other school day, the second Quinn arrived at home, she dropped her bag by the foot of the couch and plopped down on it, resting. It won't be long until Coach Sylvester would put her back as captain. She did her best to outdo everyone at practice – she could jump higher, tumble faster and cheer louder than the rest. It must have burned Sue to compliment her earlier but what can she do? Quinn was in perfect shape.
"Looks like someone's home already," Sam entered the living room, fixing his shirt. It wasn't his usual get up of a shirt and jeans. He seemed to have really dressed up as if he were on a date.
"Heading out Sam?" Quinn propped herself up on the couch, picking up a faint smell of his cologne as he sat down beside her.
"In a while," he answered.
It bugged her that he wasn't sparing any other details but she wasn't shy from asking. "Where to?"
He sighed, resting his arms on the couch. "You know that cheerleader Jessica? She gave me her phone number last time but I lost it?"
Quinn nodded. She knew where this was leading to.
"Well, somehow, she managed to get a hold of my number and she asked if I wanted to hang out with her tonight."
"You seem really dressed up," Quinn poked his arm. "You like her?"
"Well," Sam stroked his chin, thinking. "I don't know."
Sighing just loud enough that only she would hear, Quinn patted Sam on his arm before standing up and picking her bag off the floor. She was longing for a nice, warm bath and it seemed like Sam was gonna be on his way in a while anyway.
"You don't mind if I go out right?" he asked right before Quinn could leave the living room.
She turned around. "No, of course I wouldn't. Why would you think that?"
He scratched the back of his head, thinking out his words before he spoke. "Your mom said she's gonna be late tonight and I don't think there's food for dinner. I wouldn't want you to be alone here. I mean, I could cancel on her if you want and we could hand out tonight-"
"Sam," she smiled. "Go, you're starting to talk really fast."
"Sorry," he chuckled. "I just wanna make sure you'll be fine."
"I can take care of myself," she assured him. "Besides, I can always order delivery. You go enjoy your date."
…
It's was 6:20 on Sam's watch and although only 20 minutes have passed from the agreed time they were to meet, he had a feeling that she wasn't going to show up. The snobby waiter, Luke, had asked him three times if he wanted to order, the last one he ended with 'I'm sorry but I don't think she's showing, dude'. Honestly, Sam didn't want to go out in the first place. Aside from the fact that it was a school night and he had homework that were left half done, Mrs. Fabray had left the house saying that she would be late. He knew it was wrong to harbor this secret crush on someone he was living under the same roof under but could you blame him? Quinn was beautiful.
"So, what's it gonna be, man? We have other customers waiting to be seated. You ordering or what?" Luke, the waiter, was starting to get pissed off already.
"You're really not in a good mood, are you Luke?" Sam replied. "Give me five minutes, she'll arrive."
As the young waiter walked away to attend to another table, Sam thought about what would be the least embarrassing option. Should he walk out of the restaurant after sitting there for almost half an hour or order dinner and eat by himself, the guy who got stood up. He took out his phone to send another text to Jessica but like the 13 other messages, he received no reply. After waiting another five minutes, Sam decided to sneak out of the restaurant, hoping that no one would notice him leave – especially that annoying Luke. He eyed the doorway, counting down to when he would make his exit. 3…2… The door opens and in comes a familiar face though it is not the one he was waiting for.
"Quinn," he seemed surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"I wasn't in the mood for pizza or McDonald's so I decided to drive out and eat," she replied, surprised to see him as well. She looked around for another person that should have been sitting at the table. "Where's Jessica?"
"I don't think she's gonna show," he said. "Care to join me? I don't wanna seem like a lonely loser. Besides, there's this waiter who's been bugging me. I'm pretty sure he'll be back here in a while."
"Okay," Quinn agreed, slipping into the booth opposite Sam.
Just as he had predicted, the waiter returned, looking as if to kick Sam out of the restaurant if he wasn't gonna order.
"Dude, we can't have you- oh, she did arrive," Luke sounded disappointed. He noticed that this time, Sam was accompanied by a girl – a very attractive girl, no less. He put on a smile, ready to take their orders. "Good evening, miss. I'm Luke and I'll be your server for tonight."
The young waiter seemed to be dazed by Quinn's beauty. He stumbled as he tried to hand out the menus to the two customers and forgot the names of the dishes.
"Will this be all?" he asked, awkwardly noting down the orders.
"I'm so glad you came," Sam admitted. "The guy was really starting to get on my nerves."
"He seems nice."
"That's because you're pretty," Sam muttered. He didn't like the way Luke hung on to Quinn's every word, looking at her so concentrated.
"So you think I'm pretty?" Quinn blushed.
"Well…you are…exceptionally more attractive than the regular person…" his words were failing him but somehow it was working because she was smiling as he tried to make sense.
"Thank you, and I also think you are exceptionally more attractive that the regular person as well," Quinn told Sam. After they had shared a small laugh, silence fell over them. Sam was looking at Quinn, her smile was perfect as ever. Everything about her was perfect and all he could do was sit back and just watch her.
"I'm glad Jessica didn't show up," Sam said, looking down at the table. "I'd rather have dinner with you instead of a lousy date with her."
"I'm glad she didn't show up, too."
After the bill was settled – by Sam because he insisted – the two left restaurant in Sam's car. They didn't want to drive home in separate cars so they agreed to ride in one car and go back for the other the next day. Being inside his car was starting to become comfortable for Quinn. If anything, she like riding with him. She liked being seen with him. She liked him.
Yes, she finally came to terms with the fact that she liked him. From the friendly conversations they have when they see each other in school, to the afternoons they spend watching one of Sam's sci-fi movies, to the dinner they just had earlier…Quinn liked Sam though he never tried to make a move on her all night. It was driving her crazy.
"So, Thor came out on theaters already. I heard it was great," Sam started a conversation again with mentioning the comic-based movie that he had been waiting for.
"Mhmm," Quinn replied, not entirely interested in what he was saying.
"I've been dying to watch it. I'll probably catch it this weekend."
"Yeah."
Sam turned to check on Quinn for a quick second. "You okay, Quinn? You seem kinda quiet."
"I'm fine…just tired, you know," she lied. The truth was, she was busy looking at him.
"Don't worry," he said. The car was starting to slow down. "We're already home."
Turning her attention to outside her window, they were indeed at the Fabray residence already. She could feel the groaning at the pit of her stomach, unsatisfied of the night. Sam had eased the car inside the garage and shut the engine down. Quinn, on the other hand, still wasn't ready to alight from the car. She still wanted more.
Sam unbuckled the safety belt and gathered the few things he had brought with him – a wallet and his cellphone.
"Let's go?" he turned to Quinn who still hasn't moved from her seat.
Just as he was about to open his car door, Quinn grabbed his arm to stop him. "Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
"I-uhh…haven't thanked you for dinner."
"Nah, don't mention it. After all, I have been living-"
His words were cut-off as Quinn pushed herself towards him, her lips on top of his. Sam was too surprised to react. At first, his mind wasn't fast enough to process that he was kissing Quinn Fabray. He was kissing Quinn Fabray! The second he realized it though, she had pulled away, biting her lower lips, looking a bit apologetic.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know why I did that."
"I've gotta say, that was the best thank you I've ever gotten," Sam was breathing heavily, his heart racing. "I don't understand…"
"I really like you, Sam," Quinn said straightforward.
"I really like you, too…"
…
"I can't believe that you would do that!" Jessica barged up to Quinn, standing by her locker in the hallway. The younger cheerleader had her hands on her hips and seemed pretty upset.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Quinn drew out her books for her next class. She had a grin on her face, remembering the other night. She and Sam had spent the night kissing on his bed until they heard Judy's car parking in the garage and Quinn had to sneak back into her room.
"You went out with Sam last night. So that's why you didn't want me to go out with him!"
"It wasn't a date," Quinn replied defensively. She wasn't lying. It wasn't a date. She hugged the books to her chest and faced the girl beside her. "We just decided to have dinner last night."
"Ugh," Jessica groaned, annoyed. "I lost both my phone and my guy yesterday. This sucks!"
"Look, Jess. Sometimes you just have to accept that guys don't go after girls who are so easy. Now why don't you head on to your next class 'cause I don't want to be late for mine," Quinn shut her locker and left.
Jessica stomped in the other direction, probably off to her next class. Quinn peeked behind her to make sure that Jessica was out of sight. The Cheerio was no longer in the hallway. Quinn turned at heel, headed towards the opposite direction of her next class. Just before she could turn in for English, she needed to make a stop at the girls' locker room.
It was empty. She slowly entered the locker room, her footsteps echoing off the tiled floors and walls. She went down the aisles of lockers, double checking that she was alone. She faced her locker and went a couple locker doors down from hers. After inputting the number she had written down on the palm of her hand, the locker door opened upon pulling it towards her. Slipping it out of her pocket, Quinn gently placed the black iPhone that had belonged to Jessica back inside her locker. Sorry Jess, I just had to borrow it for a night!
(May 4, 2011)