313SAM'S ESCAPE
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
SETTING: Sam and Quinn's, McKinley High School
WHO: Sam and Quinn Evans
WHEN: May 2012
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.
The first week of May arrived, and Sam and Quinn were busy from the first day of the month. At school, there was a type of recognition assembly for New Directions once the trophy arrived (Mr. Schue had it shipped from Missouri). The kids had to perform their four songs in front of the entire school, thankfully not in costume and no choreography, just singing the songs. They had a much better reception at the competition than at the school. The kids at McKinley still didn't think too much of the Glee Club even after their third place national finish.
After the assembly, in the choir room, the kids were pissed.
"We still don't get no respect from this lame ass school!" Mercedes started the ranting.
"I'm glad I'm graduating this year; their attitudes suck," Finn said.
"What're you going to do next year, Mr. Schue? Since all of us are graduating?" Tina asked him.
He put his hands up in the air, as if to say he didn't know. "I'm at a loss, really. I guess I'll try to recruit the best kids I can."
"You should start now. Even though most of the student body are asses, with this third place finish you might be able to generate some talk about glee club and get some underclassmen on board for next year," Rachel suggested.
"So, what's the plan for the rest of this year, Mr. Schue?" Sam asked.
"Good question, Sam. With the third place finish at Nationals, you've all earned an A in this class for the semester..." Lots of cheering about that. "I like Rachel's idea of taking any hype from the third place finish and generating it to recruit new members for next year. Let's brainstorm ideas to get that done!"
"What about the tenth grade choir class? Maybe there's some kids in there who want to break out and do something a little fun?" Puck suggested.
"And the drama club...might be some singers there..." Kurt said.
"So, this is the last thing we'll be doing as a group then?" Quinn asked.
They all looked around at one another.
"It appears that way..." Mr. Schue said quietly.
The class remained quiet until the bell rang and they filed out.
At their lockers, Quinn said to Sam, "Well, that hit a little close to home, ya think?"
"What? School ending? Yeah...it'll be totally weird with no glee club drama next year," he said, moving around books and folders. "But you know what? I'll still have you and that's all that matters to me."
She smiled and shut her locker. "Let's get the work day over with so I can snuggle you at home tonight."
"Excellent plan, Q..." he said, taking her hand.
After work that night, Sam waited on a bench on the sidewalk between Garrity's and the bistro for Quinn to finish up. She walked out of the bistro with a very nervous-appearing Oliver by her side. Sam stood up, trying not to be defensive.
"Hi Quinn..." he said quietly. She smiled at Sam softly, trying to gauge his reaction.
Oliver spoke next. "Sam, I wanted to apologize face-to-face with you. If I caused any kind of issue between you and Quinn, I am eternally sorry. I feel absolutely horrible."
"Listen dude, it was just a misunderstanding. We figured it out, and it's all good," Sam said, actually smiling. Sam is definitely growing up; before he would've just decked Oliver, Quinn thought.
"I'd love to take you both out to dinner sometime, get to know you better. Your wife has been a good friend to me and really dinner is the least I could do," Oliver said.
"Sure man...you and Quinn set something up and I'll be there," Sam said. To Quinn, he said, "You ready to head home?"
"I'm ready, Sam. Have a nice night, Oliver," Quinn said. Oliver waved at them as he turned to go back to the bistro.
"Were you busy tonight?" Sam asked her, climbing onto the motorcycle. The weather had been nice so they were taking the bike to school and work.
"Not too bad...ready to go home though," she said behind him, putting her helmet on. She thinks he said me too but couldn't hear over the motorcycle and helmet.
Oliver didn't seem too bad tonight, not as gay as before. Dinner shouldn't be too bad with him. Maybe we ought to bring Kurt and Blaine along? Wonder if I'll have to time to mess around with the PS3 tonight? I still need to study for that damn government test though. I love Quinn's arms around my waist, god and her tiny warm body behind mine, I think I can feel her boobs. I wonder if she'll feel like fooling around later on? I sure the hell do. Sam's thoughts were all over the place.
At home, they ate leftovers and retreated to their love nest.
"Quiz me over this government crap...?" he asked her.
"Sure...maybe it'll help me too..." She got her textbook out. Then she had an idea. "Care to make it interesting?"
He smirked at her. "What do you have in mind?" He was really thinking how in the hell can you make studying for your government test dirty?
She smiled back. "For every wrong answer, you lose a piece of clothing." He looked down at himself to take an inventory of what he was wearing (t-shirt, shorts, briefs, socks).
"So, I can miss like 5 answers before I'm butt-naked?" he asked, looking her up and down. She nodded, smiling. "You're taking the same test, missy. I say you get in on it too!"
She took stock of her clothing (t-shirt, shorts, bra, panties). "I can only miss 4 though...you spot me one and I'll play."
"Okay, your bra can count as two...but, we can't have the book open asking each other questions 'cause we could easily find the answer. I'll come up with questions for you and you come up with some for me...that way we'll actually study the crap and then snuggle..." he said, winking at the word snuggle.
"Fine...10 questions apiece..." she said, pulling a notebook out and smirking. They worked on their questions for awhile and when they both had 10 they put their textbooks away and started quizzing one another.
"Who asks first?" she asked.
"I'll answer first since this thing was your idea..." he laughed.
"Okay...The government division that manages all facets of the armed forces is called the Department of what?"
"Uh...defense?" he answered.
"Very good! That's right," she said, kind of disappointed that he didn't lose his shirt.
"Sweet...okay...What's it called when someone doesn't pay their taxes?"
"Tax evasion!" she answered.
"Cool...that's right..." he said, kind of bummed she didn't lose any clothes.
"Next one: Certain areas of society are mandated only by the states so the federal government can't control them. This type of power is called what power?"
He thought for a moment and mumbled state.
"Take something off! Reserved power," she said very happily. He tossed his t-shirt onto the floor.
"The three levels of court in the United States are: district courts, the courts of what, and the Supreme Court." he asked her, smirking, knowing she hated anything about courts.
"Uhh...claims?" she answered, not very confidently.
He smiled. "You take something off...court of appeals." She frowned but pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a pink lacy bra.
She cleared her throat, looking at her list of questions knowing his eyes were on her. "Okay, a lawyer who works for either the state or federal government and sometimes cross-examines a defendant is known as the what attorney?" We'll just stay on court systems because I know he hates this too! she thought.
Crap, court stuff again...shit.
"Well...prosecuting attorney..." He knew that was wrong as soon as he said it, especially judging by her huge grin.
"District attorney...what's going?" she said, smiling. He stood up like he was going to drop his shorts and then bent over and took off a sock. He stood up smiling.
"Ya ready?" She nodded. He continued, "Okay, to run for the office of president a person must be a permanent resident of America for a minimum of how many years?"
"Oh...12!" she said, smiling. She was pretty sure she got that one right.
"Nope! 14! Your bra can take that hit but the next one wrong the bra goes..." he said, grinning.
She didn't feel like arguing with him that maybe she'd take her shorts off for her next wrong answer, so she just went along with it. "Fine! Next question! The division that manages trade and business affairs both in America and abroad is called the Department of what?"
Crap crap crap...finance or commerce...finance or commerce...crap...
"Finance?"
She smiled at him. "Sorry...commerce..."
"Shit..." He stood up and dropped his shorts to the floor. He figured if she was sitting there in her bra he could sit there in his boxers. He smirked at her, seeing her eyeball his junk. "The division that supervises and directs minimum wage and employee standards that exist in the current system is the what department?"
She was thinking it was labor but said interior for some reason. Maybe because she was ready for the bra to come off and get to what was underneath his boxers.
His face lit up. "Quinn, Quinn, Quinn...labor department. You know what that means!"
"Yes, I do, Samuel," she said, getting up and walking over to him, sitting on his knee. "You can help me take it off..."
"Gladly..." he mumbled behind her. He unclasped the bra and slid his hands underneath to cup her breasts. She had spread her legs around his knee and leaned her head back to his shoulder, reaching behind her to find his dick, moving her hand into his boxers.
He started kissing the top of her back, moving up to her neck and ear, whispering, "I wanna take you over to the bed and pull off your shorts and then your panties and then I wanna..."
About that time, they heard bounding down the basement steps and they just froze, his hands on her boobs, her hand on his dick. They were sitting at their homework table in the middle of their main living space, heavily in the middle of foreplay, when Sam's dad made an appearance with a basketful of clothes for the laundry. Finally, Quinn broke out of her startled state, yanked her hand out of Sam's underwear, and jumped off his knee, covering her chest with her arms, running to their bed.
"God dad, seriously? You couldn't holler down here or something?" Sam bent over the table on his elbows, no way was he standing up with the boner pushing at his boxers.
"Sorry Sam...it just didn't occur to me that you'd be having sex in the middle of the basement when you know we have to do laundry and go right through this room...I thought that was what your divider was for?" his dad said, motioning toward the drape setting off their "bedroom."
"We weren't having sex...we were studying actually," Sam said, somewhat mortified and pissed off.
"Studying what? Human Sexuality? The Art of Intercourse? Foreplay 101?" His dad was laughing about all that while putting the clothes in the washer.
Sam just wanted to die or at least get over to his bed with Quinn.
"Can you please move those over to the dryer later? That way I won't disturb you anymore this evening," his dad said on the way back upstairs.
"Sure..." Sam mumbled, getting up finally to go to their bed. "I'm sorry Q..." He crawled in next to her.
"That was so embarrassing..." She started giggling. "He said the Art of Intercourse!"
Then, they were both laughing. "Just be glad I hadn't flung your bra across the room yet...that was what I was getting ready to do..."
She snorted at that. "Oh my god! It still probably didn't look very good, your hands on my boobs, my hand on your junk..."
"Speaking of which, I was telling you I wanted to bring you over here..." He kissed her. "And pull off your shorts..." He kissed her again, tugging her shorts down. "And pull off your panties..." He kissed her again and then gently pulled at her panties, working them down her legs. "This has got to go..." He hooked a finger under her bra and lifted it off her, flinging it somewhere.
"And then what were you going to do to me? Say it Sam..." she whispered, sitting up and pushing his briefs down, taking his penis in her hand and stroking it.
He was still silent, pondering whether he should use the F word or not, when he felt her mouth on him. All thoughts fell out of his head then, feeling her lips tighten around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking the underside, the suction and wet heat as she took more of him into her mouth. Then, her mouth was gone.
"Say it Sam..." she whispered again.
He pushed her back against her pillows with the weight of his body on top of her, whispering, "I wanna fuck you..." He plunged into her then, grunting against her mouth.
"Why do you want me to say that?" he panted over her a few minutes later.
"Turns me on..." she replied, looking up at him. He smirked at that.
He pushed up on his knees and started using his thumb on her clit.
"God Sam...that feels too good...oh god..." She tensed up and let the orgasm take her over.
He loved how it felt when she came, especially if it was just before him...just made his climax that much more intense.
He felt his balls contract and the heat in his belly. "Shit Q...I'm gonna shoot..." He pulled out, gripping his cock at the base, thrusting his hips and pointing at her belly. He watched the first couple rounds fire off between her breasts, rubbed his cock through his hand a couple times, and moved back to her pushing into her until his erection went away.
"God Sam...that was awesome..." she mumbled when he pulled out.
"Yeah, it totally was...hang on...I'll be back..." He dashed off naked through their basement area; she hoped no one wandered down there to mess with the laundry. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned off her belly and chest for her.
"Listen...if you want me to say the F word like that, I will, but I want you to know that's not how I think of this, of what we do together. I don't care if it's fast and hot and rough or slow and sexy and takes all night, to me it's always love. Okay?" he said to her. In his mind, using the word fuck was more like what happened between him and Santana and he really didn't want to equate that with Quinn.
"I know Sam...it's just kind of a turn-on for me...I know this is more than, well, effing..." she said to him, sitting up and putting her arms around him. "It's love..."
He started looking around for their clothes that came off in a hurry, some of which were still next to the table where they attempted studying.
"Are we going to finish our strip study session?" he asked her, laughing.
"I think we need to finish studying, going by some of those answers," she said.
"I guess there were no winners then with strip studying...except maybe my dad!" They were both laughing at that.
"That's just gross, Samuel!" she croaked out.
They finished studying that night and managed to pass the test the next day with B's.
The rest of May slipped by quickly, finishing up assignments in all their classes for finals, helping Mr. Schue try to recruit younger underclassmen for the upcoming year, cleaning out their regular lockers and gym lockers.
Yearbooks were passed out a week before graduation, which was happening right after Sam and Quinn turned 18. They loved how their senior pictures were right next to each other. They passed the books around to get them signed by their friends and then they signed each other's.
From Mercedes (to Quinn): Will miss u grlfrnd and all our fun times! Keep in touch! (She was leaving for Hollywood right after graduation with her cousin.)
From Mercedes (to Sam): Will miss u Sammy! Take good care of Q for me!
From Tina (to Quinn): It's been a great year! We'll have a blast next year at OSU-Lima! (She was taking classes at OSU-Lima.)
From Tina (to Sam): Have a great summer! See you at OSU-Lima!
From Brittany (to Quinn): Don't forget to tune into Fondue for Two! Lord Tubbs and I will be at the motocross track all summer! (Brittany planned to grow her Fondue for Two empire and work at becoming Lima's Women's Champion at the motocross track.)
From Brittany (to Sam): You were new here, right?
From Lauren (to Quinn): I rock and I know it. You won't forget me. (Lauren planned on pursuing a pro wrestling career.)
From Lauren (to Sam): I rock and I know it. You won't forget me. I won't forget your fine ass.
From Santana (to Quinn): Imma bout to blow this popsicle stand! I look forward to seeing your little salamander babies with Trouty Mouth. (Santana was going to attend Lima Beauty College after high school.)
From Santana (to Sam): Trouty Mouth…you make my skin crawl. Be good to Q.
From Rachel (to Quinn): I'll never forget your help this year and your friendship. I very much hope we remain friends forever. Please keep in touch with me after the baby arrives. Love, Rachel. (Rachel's baby was due on the Fourth of July; she planned on taking classes at Lima Community College during the second semester.)
From Rachel (to Sam): You and Quinn make the best couple. She is so lucky to have you in her life. I can't wait to see what the future holds for you two. Love, Rachel.
From Finn (to Quinn): We've been friends for a long time, I guess. It'll be weird not seeing you every day at school. Good luck with Sam and all you two do. Love, Finn. (Finn was preparing to become a dad and was taking classes at Lima Community College in the fall.)
From Finn (to Sam): Take good care of Q…
From Puck (to Quinn and Sam): Puckzilla is blowin out of Lima for good. Enjoy your lives. (Puck was in fact leaving Lima, to follow Lauren in her quest to become a pro wrestler and be her manager.)
From Kurt (to Quinn): Quinn, it has been a few interesting years, hasn't it? I never dreamed I'd get to help plan your wedding to the hunk who is now your husband, Sam Evans, but it was a dream come true for me. You are a vision of loveliness, Q, and don't ever forget it. I know for a fact Sam will never let you forget that. Xoxoxo, Kurt. (Kurt had not decided what he wanted to do…go to New York City or take classes to become a licensed wedding planner for Lima.)
From Kurt (to Sam): Sam, it was a pleasure getting to know you better while planning your wedding with Quinn. You two make a lovely couple and I'm sure you will have many, many years to spend with one another. Your love for one another literally gives me hope that someday I'll find that special someone to spend forever with. Take good care of Quinn. Xoxoxo, Kurt.
From Mike (to Quinn): Have a great summer Q! I'll always remember that night I drove ya to see Sam when he proposed. See ya at OSU-Lima… (Mike was also attending OSU-Lima in the fall.)
From Mike (to Sam): What are we doin this summer? I'll go crazy if I don't get out and do somethin'. We'll think of somethin' to do, maybe all four of us? See ya dude.
From Artie (to Quinn): Hai sweet thang! It's been a crazy 4 years, yo? You've always been one of my faves Q…Sam's a lucky man. See ya over the summer! Artie A (Artie would be going to OSU-Lima also.)
From Artie (to Sam): U one lucky sonofabitch…married to Q Fabray! That's great tho…she's a great girl and you're one cool dude. Have a great summer! Artissimo
Quinn signed Sam's yearbook on the page with their senior pictures.
From Quinn (to Sam): From the day we won the duets contest in Glee singing Lucky and went to Breadstix, I knew you were the one. It was bumpy getting there but we made it and that's all that matters. For almost the last 5 months of high school, I have had the distinct pleasure of calling you my husband. That was the highlight of my senior year, becoming your wife. You have made me the happiest girl in the world time and time again. I can't wait to see what our future holds, Samuel. With you by my side, it's gotta be great! We've got a whole new world to explore, me and you. All my love, Q.
Sam also chose that page in Quinn's yearbook to sign.
From Sam (to Quinn): The first time I looked into your eyes, I knew I was in trouble. All you had to do was look at me and I would do anything for you. Funny thing is, I still would do anything for you, I just get lost in your eyes. High school tried to teach me a lot, but the smartest thing I did was ask you to marry me. The happiest I've been is when you said yes. We've had a lot of fun in high school and made so many memories (Lucky, junior prom!, senior prom!, Cedar Point!, my light saber!, glee club nationals!)…I'm ready to make so many more memories with you Q. Not only did McKinley High introduce me to the girl who would be my best friend but also the love of my life. I have to give mad props to McKinley for that. The way I see it…high school may be over but our life together is just beginning. I love ya Q…Sam.
Quinn cried when she read Sam's words in her yearbook. She chalked it up to stopping the pill.
"Oh Q…those are happy words…why the tears?" he asked her when she started crying over his yearbook inscription. They had received their caps and gowns that day and he had been in the process of trying his on.
"Sorry Sam…I think it's the hormones leaving my system…" she said quietly.
"Hormones leaving…?" He paused and let that sink in. "You're off the pill?"
She nodded. "The last couple days…"
He sat down next to her, almost stunned.
"This is really happening…" he mumbled.
"Well soon…we can always use condoms to wait a bit longer, if you want," she said. The thought of going back to using condoms made him cringe. We haven't used a glow-in-the-dark one in awhile though, he thought.
"Whatever you want me to do, Q, I'll do it, okay?" he said, putting his arm around her.
"Thanks Sam….you look handsome in your gown…" she said.
"Try yours on…"
She pulled her gown and cap out of the packaging and put it on over her clothes and put the cap on her head like him. They went to the bathroom to check themselves out in the full-length mirror there.
"Wow…" was all Quinn could say. The caps and gowns made it real for her, they were graduating in a few days.
"I look like the biggest dork ever!" he said, laughing.
She play-slapped his arm and said, "You do not Sam Evans!"
"I am like wearing a dress, Q," he said, still laughing and checking himself out at different angles. "So, we're supposed to wear clothes under it?"
She just looked at him. "You're kidding me, right?" She unzipped the front of his gown quickly and all he had on was his boxers underneath it.
"Sam!" He usually could find a way to make her smile.
Their very last week of high school was filled with senior activities most days. Finals were over, no homework, they just needed to be present at school for attendance basically. One day was the senior picnic at the lake where Sam and Quinn had parked and decided to get back together their junior year. One day was graduation practice. One day was senior skip day where they showed up for attendance but ditched school. They decided to take his motorcycle and go for a ride, enjoying the day before work. He drove them to a small park on the OSU-Lima campus. He locked the bike up and they walked to a take-out restaurant, got some lunch, and returned to the park to have lunch.
"So, someone turns 18 tomorrow. What do you want?" she asked him.
"Hadn't really thought about it actually…" he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I really don't want anything...except maybe to spend it with you. The question should be: what do you want to do for your birthday?"
"Same thing as you...to spend it together," she said, popping a chip in her mouth. "I had an idea for this summer..."
"Shoot..."
"I'd like for you to take me to Tennessee, to visit your family, so I can see where you grew up, stuff like that," she said.
"When should we go? And for how long?" he asked.
"I guess sometime in June, July, or August, before classes start in September. How long do you think is good?"
"With my family, maybe 12 hours," he laughed. "Nah, maybe 4-5 days?"
"That'd be nice, get away for a little bit. Do you think your mom and dad and the littles will want to go?" she asked.
"If they can get away, they would probably want to...we can ask them tonight if you want," he said.
"Sure," she smiled. "That'd be fun."
They ate their lunch in silence for a little while.
"I can't believe we're graduating in like 5 days," he said. "I can't believe we're turning 18. I feel so old."
"Oh my gosh, Sam! We are not old!" she said, pushing at him. "I'm ready to graduate and get on with our lives, ya know?"
"Yeah, I know...a lifetime of work and bills facing me..." he said, kind of sadly.
"A lifetime with me...that can't be that bad, I hope..." she said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
"That just made it 100% better..." he said, kissing her back. "How're you feeling today?"
She smiled. "Better. Not so weepy, which is good with graduation coming up. I really didn't want to be a bawling mess at it."
"You know you will be whether you were on the pill or not..." he said, smiling.
"It's kind of a big thing...I'm ready for it but in a way not ready for it, I guess," she said quietly.
"Wait...you just said you were ready to graduate! You confuse me Q," he said, chuckling.
"In some ways, I'm ready, and in other ways I'm not, I guess. God, I don't know!" she said, laughing with him. "I'll feel like...an adult." They looked at each other in shock.
"Until the day I turn 20, Q, I'll be a teenager," he said, smiling. "What are we doing after graduation? Like, that night?" Immediately after their graduation ceremony, their parents were having a small open house for them at Quinn's.
"I think Tina's pool is open for the summer and she was going to have everyone come over or something," Quinn said.
"Sounds fun...so what're we doing for your birthday?" he asked.
"We both work til 7, right?" He nodded. "Maybe go out to eat after work then? Something like that?"
"Cool...somewhere different than Breadstix though..." he suggested. "You ready to head back?"
"I'm ready, teen husband," she said, laughing.
Quinn's 18th birthday was their last full day of high school; graduation was two days later. At school that day, they did another run-through of the graduation ceremony and then just spent the day talking in their classes about summer plans, plans after high school. It was a little strange to hear the final bell ring in Glee. Sam and Quinn couldn't hang around like the others; they had to go to work. They hugged Mr. Schue and told him to have a nice summer and to let them know when Sectionals and Regionals were so they could try to go the upcoming year.
Walking to his motorcycle, swinging their hands, she said, "This is just freaky!"
"Yeah! No more high school baby!" he said, happily. He hugged her before getting on the bike. Quinn admitted that it felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders now that high school was done and she had managed to not get pregnant again as a high school student. She had seen her friends in Glee Club exchanging money during their last class; it appeared Mercedes and Tina won that bet from the others, that she wouldn't be pregnant by the end of senior year. She knew she could count on her girlfriends; she hoped they won a lot of money off the other idiots who bet that she would be pregnant by the last day of senior year.
At home, as she changed quickly for work, he said, "We really should've taken tonight off, ya know? This sucks, having to go to work."
"You're right. I've got to work with that wackjob Angela tonight...should be interesting. Did you find us a place for dinner tonight?" she asked him, following him to his motorcycle.
"Shit! I knew there was something I was forgetting. Crap. We'll figure something out, okay?" he said, climbing on the bike, smiling to himself once his helmet was on. It was harder to surprise her since they were married and she usually knew what he was up to. For things like this, he'd have to lie first and then surprise her.
"Oh, that's okay about dinner tonight...we can get a pizza or something...no biggie..." she said to him when he got to their workplaces.
She doesn't seem too disappointed. No biggie...my girl only turned 18 today! he thought.
"Okay, cool. Have a nice night at work birthday girl..." he said, kissing her before she walked to the bistro.
At the bistro, she asked Angela how she was doing with motherhood. Her baby was almost 6 months old now.
"It's getting easier, ya know. At least he's not a little blob anymore and is interacting with us," she said. "How're you and Ken getting along?"
"Fine...we graduate this Sunday and we both just turned 18," Quinn told her.
"Oh, to be 18 again..." Angela sighed. "What did he get you?"
"We're just going out to eat to celebrate both our birthdays instead of getting gifts for each other..." Quinn thought then that she probably should've picked something up for him, considering last year she had completely forgot his 17th birthday in the midst of the baby scare and this year they just decided no gifts, just spend time with each other.
"Oh...okay..." Angela said somewhat skeptically. Changing the subject, she said, "I heard you and Ollie are going out to dinner sometime soon. What does Blondie think of that?"
"He's going with us..."
"Oh..." Angela was unaware that Oliver was gay and was wondering if Quinn and him were sneaking around behind Sam's back since they were so chummy there at work. She was really just hoping that would make Sam available again.
After work, Sam was waiting on the bench for her. He handed her a bouquet of tiny white flowers.
She smiled, inhaling their scent. "They're beautiful…lilies of the valley," she said happily. She hadn't expected flowers and wondered if he was pulling her leg about not having anything planned for that night; he was known to do that.
"Happy 18th birthday, beautiful…" He stood up and hugged her, kissing her cheek. "I already ordered us a pizza; we just need to get your car and go pick it up, okay?"
Her face fell a little; he noticed it. However, she smiled again and said that was okay.
They drove home on his motorcycle, her holding the flowers in between them. At her house, she said she was a little tired so she'd just stay at home while he picked up the pizza. On his way alone to pick up their dinner, he thought he'd just tell her what the surprise was when he got back home. It was fun pulling surprises like this but sometimes he could see her disappointment and that kind of took the fun out of it. I probably shoulda just told her to begin with, he thought. He stopped and picked up a couple cupcakes from the bakery that did their wedding cake for them to have for their birthdays.
At home, he brought the pizza and cupcakes downstairs, finding her asleep on the couch under a blanket. He set the food down and went over to her.
"Hey Q...you feeling okay?" he asked her quietly. She opened her eyes slowly, taking him in, almost like she couldn't focus on him.
"Yeah, jusstired. Pizzasmellsgood," she said, sitting up slowly, kind of slurring her words.
He watched her sit up. "You sure you're okay? You're acting funny."
"I'm okay...jusstired...long week..." she said slowly, trying to smile.
He kept his eyes on her still, wondering what was going on with her. "Um, okay. I need to go get plates and get us something to drink and I'll be right back."
"Thanks Sam..."
He ran upstairs and came back down quickly. She was half-sitting/half-laying on the arm of the couch, barely able to keep her eyes open.
"Do I need to take you to a doctor or something? You're kinda freaking me out, Q," he said, sitting down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders to sit her up closer to him.
"Honestly Sam, I'm okay...kinda hungry actually," she said, forcing a smile.
He was still worried; she wasn't acting like herself.
He got them some pizza and pop and sat back down with her.
"Mmm, thanks...smells s'good..." she said.
He set his food down. "What's going on Quinn? You're not even talking right and you can barely move...I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No Sam, don't..." She sighed, speaking slowly, trying to make her words come out normally. "I juss have really bad cramps...I forgot how bad they hurt so I took some Midol, maybe like 1 too many, juss to make the pain go away. I took 'em on an empty stomach, so I think they're juss hitting me harder than expected."
He went to the bathroom to find the Midol bottle and came out saying, "It says to take 2 every 6 hours Quinn...how many did you take?"
She waved him off. "Like 4, 5...s'what I've always done..."
"Dammit Quinn," he dropped the bottle and went to her. "Just lay back and let me think what to do." Call the doctor? Take her to the ER? Get my mom? his mind was racing. It's fucking Friday night, no doctor's office open...I'll get my mom first and then take her to the hospital...oh my god...
"Listen Q...I'm gonna go get my mom okay? I seriously might have to take you to the emergency room..." he said to her, somewhat afraid to leave her alone at that point.
"Sam...I've done this before...I'm a lil woozy for a short time but it passes, 'kay? Juss calm down..."
He sighed and went to pick up the bottle to read it further. It says not to exceed 8 pills in 24 hours...okay, maybe this just needs to wear off...what the hell is she talking about? cramps? the doctor said 4-6 weeks...
"Why don't you lie down on my lap, okay? I'd feel better if I could hold you somehow..." he said to her. She turned around, putting her head on his lap. He brushed her hair away from her face and started rubbing her arm closest to him.
"Could you rub my back please?" she asked him. He moved his hand to her back. "Lower, like by my hips, please..." she mumbled. He massaged her lower back. At least she's talking like normal again, he thought.
"I thought the doctor said this wouldn't happen for like 4-6 weeks?" he asked her.
"Itz juss cramps...nothin' else..." she replied.
He sighed, trying not to be worried about her. "Just rest then and promise me you won't take that many of those pills like that again. Talk about scaring the crap out of me, Q..." he said, kneading her lower back.
"Promise..."
A/N: About the government test questions, I realize those were pretty simple questions for high school seniors but I didn't have time to find the really hard questions. I figure their test was just a comprehensive type exam of all the junk they were supposed to learn that year. Also, I don't know if Midol has that kind of effect on you if you take more than they say you should. I do know cramps SUCK and I'd be hitting the Midol hard too. Just saying. This is the next-to-last chapter of Sam's Escape. I'm already a couple chapters into the new story. Gimme lots of reviews! Like ReadingTooMuch, I will write faster if you do! :) Thanks so much for reading! It gives me great pleasure to write about Sam and Quinn.