Though the night had seemed like maybe it was going one way at first, the surprise of Quinn Fabray staying for the weekend had made it take a wild right turn for Sam. Now this was what he called upgrading. After bidding a hasty goodbye to the girl heâd met at the bar, Sam joined Quinn in the kitchen as she fixed tea for the both of them and quickly brushed off any thoughts she had that sheâd ruined his night or anything. As he stood there in the kitchen, fully embracing his fellow blonde, he laughed again at her protest. âItâs a deal, my game will be fine, I promise.â He could have stayed like this all night, honestly. It wasnât often that they got to catch up in person, and after the last few times it had happened at least this was under way better circumstances. Her fingers lightly toying with his hair for a moment caused Samâs eyes to squeeze shut as he enjoyed it, just a few moments later they broke from the hug yet lingered a little closely too as he again expressed how glad he was to see her.
Her hands pushing off of his chest caused a quick flutter within the walls of said chest, just for a moment again. Sometimes Quinn could do or say something and he was right back there at McKinley sophomore year again, totally captivated by the Cheerio Captain. Having that much power over him was definitely something Sam didnât think she even realized she possessed. Wanting to know how her audition went, he was pleased to see her reaction as brilliant hazel shone back at him. He broke into a wide grin and nodded enthusiastically. âThatâs amazing then, and hell yeah itâs something! Itâs a first step towards even bigger somethings.â Sam chuckled again. âCover Girl. It definitely suits you, Quinn.â His attention turned towards finding something to eat now, as if it ever wasnât partially on that, he kept on grinning with his face hid in the fridge when she mused over how heâd sent the other girl away. âIt wasnât even a tough choice. And weâre in luck, tons of bacon and everything else we need here.â He began to grab for the ingredients, piling them into his arms and then turned around. âBut I can still tease you anyways, if youâd like.â
Spreading things out on the counter, Sam began to get to work on their sandwiches. âHey now, to be fair it was just one random girl. Iâm much more comfortable with girls Iâve known for a while.â Carefully doctoring up a couple of BLTs for them, he made sure to add a little extra bacon to Quinnâs knowing full well how much she enjoyed it as well as how rare she probably still treated herself to it. âAnd really, not that much. Iâve been doing the modelling thing and gotten a little bit of work out of it, but itâs mostly been working at the bar and just doing odd jobs and stuff.â Trying not to sound like he was bitter because he really wasnât, âItâs been awesome to see how everybody else has been doing here in college and the real world, I just feel like maybe Iâve been falling behind a little, though. But thatâs okay. Thereâs lots of time still.â Finishing up with the food for them, Sam picked up one of the sandwiches and lifted it up to offer Quinn a first bite. âNow here. Tell me this isnât the best thing youâve ever put in your mouth.â
Years ago, Quinn would have reveled in an evening all alone cozied up with Sam. Even if the latter had only consisted of a lingering hug, the effect it had on her was no different than when sheâd been a love-struck teenager. Quinn had her share of relationships; some better than others. The one that she had once upon a time felt was the healthiest and happiest though, had always been hers with Sam. For a long time after she held onto the hope that they might find each other that way again someday. Good friends though, was much better than nothing. As he reassured several times that batting away his date for the evening in favor of her was no great loss, she couldnât help but swell with pride. Even if she was sure there was nothing particularly romantic meant by it. âOh, Iâd never doubt your game,â she musedâ yes, fishing a little. She couldnât help but be nosy. Even at the flirty push off of his chest, she failed to not become entranced again by his electric eyes. Deeper conversation toward career goals seemed to be the only thing to tear her away.
âThanks, Sammy.â Her response was shy; grateful for Samâs encouragement and kind words about the gig she had landed. The nickname came out so naturally she didnât think twice about it. Quinnâs grin nearly matched his as eyes flicked toward the steaming cup of tea, which she brought to her lips for a delicate sip while Sam scavenged for ingredients. It was his remark about teasing her that brought a flush to the blondeâs cheeks and the giggle that bubbled out suppressed her nearly choking on said drink. âIf I remember correctly, I was usually the one teasing you most of the time.â A glittering flicker of heat glinted her hues for the teeniest moment. âBut, I canât say Iâm not intrigued.â Quinn withheld an internal scoff when Sam assured that this was his one hook-up to bring home. She knew that he wasnât the kind of guy that always needed someone, but found it hard to believe that he didnât have constant offers. âMhm.â The tone was teasing, but disbelieving. âIf you say so, Ken.â A reminder of their former âKen and Barbieâ days. âHard to imagine, but I know you wouldnât lie to me either.â Gently, she nudged his shoulder with hers. âWell, naturally. Youâve seen me at my worst.â
Engrossed in the conversation, she hadnât even thought to help Sam with the sandwiches, but it seemed like a familiar rhythm for him. It was nice to catch up with his latest ventures, even if Sam didnât seem wholly satisfied. Not, unhappy; just a little... stuck. âYou are not behind, Sam. I may have school about in the clear, but itâs very possible I may not make it far with this acting thing. Iâve put all my eggs into one basket, and Iâm kind of screwed if it doesnât work out. Youâre a man of many talents, and having a great work repertoire and resume could give you a leg up that not many of us have. Not to be a stalker, but your modeling work? I saw. And it was fantastic. Are you still singing, too?â Samâs love and talent for music and guitar was something she still believed was a promising path for Sam. Quinnâs mouth watered at the sight of the BLT; crispy bacon hanging over the edges and wafting under her nose. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd tasted any. Still, Samâs words brought the heat back to Quinnâs face as she bit back a suggestive comment. Meeting his eyes, they fluttered closed once she sunk her teeth in for a bite of the sandwich; a pure moan escaping while she slowly savored it. âOh my God. If I ever get rich, Iâm hiring you to be my sandwich chef. No arguments.â