Perfection is but a dream

Romeo take me somewhere We can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left To do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, Just say yes" Mother to Aria Evans | Professional Writer

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Sam felt Quinn’s eyes on him as he worked on the dough. It was easier to continue what he was doing than to look at her. Once, he did he knew he’d see her green eyes and turn to mush. Even after all these years she held so much power over him when she wanted to. “It’s your grandmother’s recipe,” he offered softly wanting to maybe win some brownie points before they continue their conversation.

Internally, Sam groaned seeing Quinn’s nose wrinkled, his shoulders tensing up. “Because,” he reasoned. It was an awful comeback but why couldn’t they just do their wedding the traditional way? “I dunno it’s just how I always pictured it. All our friends will walk down the aisle first. Then Aria and then you. And you’ll look perfect and amazing and yeah.” He really didn’t have a good reason for his strong stance on this issue. It just felt like what they were supposed to do.

Sam sighed when Quinn made her points because they were good ones. “Yeah I guess,” he said softly trying not to pout. “If we did it your way, it’d be like a sneak peek? Like nobody else would be there?” he asked raising and eyebrow. “Besides the photographer, because duh,” he added. That part of it intrigued him. “That could be cool…And we could do pictures with Aria?” 

“Of course it is my grandmother’s recipe,” she teased lightly because it was usually always her grandmother’s recipe. There was no one that could cook quite like her grandmother but Sam was learning the ways. Lucky for him and herself both as Quinn knew her talents laid far beyond the kitchen. Boiling water was about all she could do in the kitchen. Thankfully there was something about a man that could cook...

Quinn chewed on her lip a moment to keep herself but listing off a million reasons why they should and maybe should do things her way. It wasn’t like they did a lot of things Sam’s way because typically, they didn’t. She had told herself time and time again she would not be that person but who was she kidding, Quinn Fabray was used to getting things exactly how she wanted.  Could she relent this time?

“We don’t have to,” she finally relented because she really had made most of the decisions when it came to their wedding. “That’s the idea,” Quinn told him quietly. It would be just the two of them and Aria if they wished it. “I mean if you want to cry like a baby in front of all our family and friends I won’t stop you either.”

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Sam felt Quinn’s eyes on him but it still didn’t make him turn around yet. He knew he couldn’t avoid this conversation forever but he was going to try and hold out for as long as he could. It truly, didn’t make sense, eventually they would have to plan their wedding, and have their wedding and hopefully enjoy their wedding. But for now, this was easier.

“Right, like there are going to be pictures for our pictures taken all day.” Or at least that’s what Sam figured it’d be like. It wasn’t quite sure he just knew it was going to be a lot. “Wait, we can even have photos taken at night? That seems cool. We should definitely do that. Like on the beach? That’d be pretty awesome,” he admitted, wiping down the area he had been using to knead his dough.

First look? That seemed weird. “Q, don’t I see you at the ceremony for the first time?” he questioned turning to meet the blonde’s eyes with a raised brow. “What this would be like before?” he asked. But before he even let Quinn answer he was shaking his head. “No, Quinn. Come on I can’t do that. That’s breaking like the biggest tradition. We’re already making sure we’re sleeping in separate rooms the night before and getting ready separately. You then want me to ruin all that before the wedding? What’s so great about this picture anyway? What if I look stupid or something?” he asked assuming the whole point was to get his honest reaction which just felt like a lot of pressure. 

Quinn watched Sam for a moment studying his moves. Sure they were familiar but they still held the power to fascinate her. Fascinate her in the absent way Sam kneaded the dough and the way it did exactly like he wanted. It was so unlike her own attempts in the kitchen which were pretty limited to making cookies and putting together salads. Sam, however, had found a real art in making food. The same skill her grandmother had longed for her to have but she never had. At least she had Sam to share her knowledge with and for that Quinn would forever be thankful for.

“Why does it have to be that way,” she asked crinkling her nose. Previously she had thought they would do it the traditional way, but this idea was starting to grow on her. Why couldn’t they have their moment just the two of them? They were sharing their entire wedding with their family and guests, was it so wrong to want something for just the two of them? Admittedly she did not want someone else judging their reactions and rating their moment; a moment that was supposed to be special and uniquely theirs.

“We have so many traditions anyhow,” she pointed out. They had their separate arrangements for the wedding day. Quinn had her something new, something borrowed and something blue. The gown was white and everything was classically traditional right down to the layers on the cake. “Why does everyone else have to see me at the same time as you do? It’s not like I’m putting on that dress for anyone but you.”

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The thought that he and Quinn were getting married in a few short months was not only exciting but also kind of terrifying and very stressful to Sam. Sam undoubtedly loved his fiancee. He had loved Q forever. That wasn’t what was scary to him. It was more the fact that they were actually taking this leap. For years now, they had spoken about it, and now it was becoming a reality, not just something they discussed snuggled up in bed late at night.

It was a reality that was also becoming real quickly. When Sam heard Quinn call out for him and scrunched his nose knowing where this was going, they only talked about wedding stuff these days. And with Aria out of the house, it was a perfect time to hammer out some more details.  "Yep!“ he finally called out from the kitchen, hoping she was just looking to come give him some loves or something. Unfortunately, he knew that wasn’t the case.

Annnd there it was. Sam fought back the face when Quinn stepped into the kitchen and said they needed to figure out stuff for the photographer. Sam busied himself and continued to knead the pasta dough he was currently working on. "Mhmm,” he agreed reaching for a bowl to put over his dough while it rises - refusing to make eye contact with Quinn.

Finally, he stopped what he was doing to stare at the blonde. He bit his lip nervously, not knowing how to approach this. “Well, we know we want pictures of us getting ready and like of the ceremony and our family after….” This shouldn’t be a hard one to figure out right? 

She chewed her lip as she watched as Sam knead the dough purposely avoiding her eyes and her question. No doubt, this meant he didn’t want to talk about it, but they were running out of chances to talk about things. Payment deadlines were coming and they needed to put things down in writing. A photographer was a simple thing, on the surface, but these were the pictures they were going to have to last a lifetime.

“And there is a whole set of wedding pictures,” she pointed out. There was always a mini-photo-shoot of sorts with the wedding party and then the couple getting married. “There are all kinds of times of the day to take photos, expect afternoon.” The harsh afternoon sun did not flatter anyone. “There is a full moon that night...” Which opened a bundle of new opportunities.

“There is also the first look,” she threw out hoping to guess Sam’s reaction to such a thing. It wasn’t traditional, but it would be something that could be an intimate moment for the pair of them. Quinn wanted to share their day with their family and friends, but shouldn’t certain moments of a special day be just for the pair of them?

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If Quinn looked to her right, she would see the calendar on the wall with all the red crosses on it marking the days until the wedding. It was hard to imagine that there was only a couple months left until the day. While she was excited, she was also feeling bombarded with all the planning they had left or lack of planning they had left. Their families wanted to help, sometimes too much she would swear. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate it, she did, but sometimes she wondered if it was their wedding or their family’s wedding.

“Sam?” Quinn called out knowing he was here somewhere as she made her way into the kitchen. Aria was still at rehearsal, one of many dance ones lately, so they had some time to hammer our another detail for the wedding. This time she didn’t simply want Sam to say it was really up to her, because this was something they both needed to decide on today.

“We need a to give the photographer an answer...” She reminded him as she reached for a coffee cup. She certainly needed a cup if she was going to get through this. There were so many decisions about the photographer. When they would get there, what they would shoot, how long they would shoot, how many photos did they want, and did they want them all in an album? “An answer on all of it...”

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Sam just made a face at Quinn’s joke, which softened when he felt her kiss to his temple.  “Oh, stop it. You’d miss me too much if you got rid of me,” he joked back with a smirk. “More functional for who? You?” he teased, shaking his head. They both knew way better than to touch the other’s space. It would just ultimately end up in a mess or a fight or both. And that wasn’t something Sam was looking to have happen anytime soon. They were both under enough stress with the move and planning their wedding that adding something else like that would just be nonsense. “Oh, they demand one? Well, I guess I better deliver on that soon, or else I will have two very unhappy taste testers. Do they also have requests?”

At Quinn’s comment, Sam looked over at their puppy and laughed, noticing how tired he looked. “It’s been a long, hard day for him,” Sam joked. “That or the heat is making him tired.” Pan had traveled all over with them, but the Georgia heat was something that was always kind of hard to get used to. Maybe now that they were living there, it would become more manageable, but even Sam knew himself most days it was hard to do anything when it was so hot.

Sam smiled at Quinn’s kiss and returned it just as softly. “Good because I’m happy too. We need our own space again,” he agreed and leaned in again to press another kiss to her lips and wrap his arms around her. “I know, I know. But we’ll get the place in order this weekend,” he promised knowing they wouldn’t get everything done, but they could at least get completely unpacked. 

Quinn had to laugh when Aria started listing off her favorite desserts. “I think the critics have spoken,” she said with a laugh as she pulled her little girl onto her lap. “We have to have dinner first, though...” She looked at the little girl a moment. “There might be some ice cream in the freezer if you look.” She said casually but she knew she had put some in there the other day as a surprise when she had stopped and dropped off a few essentials they needed for their new home.

“I feel you little buddy,” Quinn told the dog with a laugh. It didn’t matter that their house was air conditioned or not, it was hot when you spent your day moving boxes around. The heat didn’t bother her so much, she had loved it as a kid, but it was nice to finally get a chance to sit down and relax. Laying in the bed watching a movie sounded very good right now.

“I am going to hold that to you,” she said with a laugh knowing they needed to get it done. “Then we have to get back to wedding planning.” Their wedding was fastly approaching and they needed to get the last minute things done so they could have their special day. Their grandmother might be taking care of the food, but there was so many more things to do. “I am starting to think we should have just went to Vegas.”

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Moving Day

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It wasn’t a shock to Sam when Quinn didn’t know how she wanted her office yet. Truthfully, it would have surprised him more if she did. Sam knew her well enough at this point to know that when it came to decisions Quinn took the longest out of anybody he had ever met. “Let’s start with the desk and maybe the shelves and then you can go absolutely insane with the decorating,” Sam suggested with a raised eyebrow and smile. “Quinn Fabray, I swear if you touch my kitchen I’m not speaking to you anymore,” he teased knowing Quinn would never go near the kitchen. It would be like Sam doing anything to her office.

“We can only put set up the TV and the DVD player if we either watch Inside Out or Moana,” Sam proposed to the little girl because he didn’t think he could sit through one of their usual movies tonight. Then again he was just teasing Aria because he knew as soon as his head hit the pillow he’d be out like a light. “Inside Out it is,” he said with a chuckle as their daughter happily pick that movie. 

“That seems more like it,” Sam agreed knowing Quinn was itching to take a hot shower. Besides it wasn’t like all of them had to go to pick up pizza. “Alright Pan can come but go get your shoes on,” he told Aria  knowing they should leave sooner rather than later. Once the little blonde was out of the room Sam turned back to Quinn and gave her a smile. “You’re happy with this right?” he asked just wanting to make sure they had made the right move with this house. Sam truthfully would be happy anywhere with his two girls. 

“Oh, is that all it would take to get rid of you? Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” She teased with a laugh as she pressed a gentle kiss to Sam’s temple. It was an unspoken rule among them, Sam didn’t touch her workspace and she didn’t touch his which was the kitchen. “Here I thought it would be up to me to make the kitchen more functionable.” And while the kitchen did not concern her as much she knew it was important to both Sam and her grandmother; artists at work she had always told them. Sam was going to at least enjoy the island and the extra counter space this kitchen provided. “But your taste testers demand a proper meal once you’ve gotten everything set up.”

Quinn had to laugh softly watching Sam’s and Aria’s exchange. “Well, then the pair of you better get going if you’re going to fit in both pizza and a movie.” She joked, but she knew she would get the DVD ready and set out Aria’s pajamas in anticipation of their return. “I don’t think Pan is feeling a movie though, he looks pretty tired.” She pointed out as the dog looked at her and yawned.

“We have a place of our own again, yes I am happy.” Quinn assured him as she placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll be even more happy when our house is not a sea of boxes...” They had all weekend however to get that sorted before they both needed to go to work.

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Moving Day

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At the face Quinn made, Sam refrained from laughing. He knew well enough that meant she wasn’t looking to pack all the stuff they would need for one night back in the car and drive to her grandparents. “That’s a good idea. I really don’t want to put everything back in the car just to come back tomorrow.” And do it all over again. It would get tiresome after a while. “Also, the more time we spend here the sooner we can be moved in and comfortable. I want to start working tomorrow on some of the smaller things.” Like the hardware in the kitchen needed to be changed out and there were some spots that needed just a fresh coat of paint. “We can start on the office too if you know what you want to do.” That was Quinn’s space completely and Sam knew it was going to be a situation where she told him what she wanted and he made it happen.

Not even Sam wanted to cook right now. None of their stuff was unpacked and their fridge had like milk and eggs in it. And the milk was only there because they were going to need coffee. “I’ll pass on the cooking for tonight. Pizza is perfect. We’ll order a cheese and like veggie,” he said looking at Aria knowing she was going to tell him cheese. He did however laugh when she asked if they could also set up the TV in his and Quinn’s room. Their baby girl really did need a movie on to sleep. “Yeah I think we can manage that.”

Sam heard the whine in Quinn’s voice and knew she was tired. “Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to move. How about this, you go take a hot shower, I know your back must be bugging you. And Aria, Pan and I will go pick up the pizza. We’ll start on the bed once we get back?” He asked raising an eyebrow. It sounded like a good plan to him. “You know we’ve done this moving thing once or twice we really should be experts by now,” he joked. 

Quinn chewed her lip a moment as she thought about her office space. In theory, she did know what she wanted. “Yeah, at least get the desk set up...” The paint had been done the week previously. The shelves and whatnot were something Sam was going to have to do. Quinn could do a lot of things, home improvement was certainly his area. “I’ll organize the kitchen,” she teased knowing that would be the last thing that would happen. If the office was her space, the kitchen was certainly Sam’s area of the house. Aria probably even knew more how he liked his kitchen than she did.

Quinn had to laugh as Aria asked for the television. Their daughter surely was spoiled. “Okay, how about I order the pizza and the two of you set up the television and DVD player?” She told them knowing their internet and whatnot wasn’t scheduled to be turned on for another couple days. If they had their food and a place to sleep they would be alright for a few days. There was plenty of things for them to do and unpack, Aria’s room was another one of those things.

Sam had a point and it made Quinn reconsider her previous statement. “I’ll take a shower while the two of you go pick up the pizza.” It seemed like a good compromise. It was nice too that it was still summer and Aria didn’t have to worry about going back to school just yet. They had to have a tour of her new school and meet her teachers, but that would be next week and she liked to think by then they would have all their stuff mostly unpacked. “You can take Pan with you too.” She said with a laugh before Aria could ask if her puppy could go too.

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Sam had to admit he was kind of sick of moving. Over the years Quinn and him had done it a lot. And as much as he was excited to have their own place again he done moving a ton of boxes all of the place. Hopefully, this time it would last for a little while. Sam wasn’t a dumbie, he knew they would end up in Quinn’s grandparent’s house at some point (it only made sense since they were the only family in Georgia and lived basically right down the street) but for now this was there home. Sure, it was rough around the edges but he felt like it just needed some TLC and it would feel like theirs soon enough. 

“A great idea Ms. Fabray,” Sam said as he placed yet another box on top of their giant stack. When had they accumulated so much stuff? It was good in away, it meant they didn’t need to buy a lot of new things - apart from the bigger items they had done away with after moving to Europe. 

It only took one glance over at their daughter to confirm that she was in fact tired. Aria was like Quinn in in that sense, if she was tired there was no hiding it. He watched as their baby girl let out a big yawn, her puppy happily curled up in her lap. At least she seemed to like their new home already. “You want to head back to your grandparents?” Sam asked. Either way he was fine. It really wasn’t a bad idea. “We really don’t have much set up here.” Apart from their bed which Quinn always insisted had to be the first thing set up. She was never going to be sleeping on the floor and Sam knew that. “A hot bath does sound nice.” A hot bath together sounded even better but he bit his tongue on that comment considering Aria was in the room with them. But he figured Quinn caught his drift nonetheless. 

Quinn made a face. Going back to her grandparents meant they would have to put Aria back in the car, get Pan into his crate and back into the car, it would mean the two of them having to get back into the car after packing up... “Let’s just stay here?” Their place was not all that comfortable, but it was a lot easier than getting everything back together.

“We can order pizza and get the bed set up?” It seemed like an easier plan to her than a formal dinner with her grandparents. Quinn loved her grandparents, but she did miss the simplicity of their dinners. “Unless you really want to cook something..” Quinn doubted even Sam wanted to make dinner now. There was no way he would want her to make dinner considering her cooking skills consisted of pouring three bowls of cereal and calling it a day.

“If we get that done we can worry about relaxing ourselves...” They had enough here for a night. Aria probably would miss her nightlight, but she would have her puppy and she could sleep one day in their bed, it wouldn’t hurt anything. “I just don’t want to get up,” she told Sam with a slight whine to her voice.

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Moving Day

Boxes upon boxes were still packed in their entrance way, but Quinn didn’t want to move anymore boxes. Her arms were tired and they had been moving things in and arranging all day. Their rooms were full of boxes with appropriate titles whether it was kitchen, bathroom, or Aria’s room. When did their daughter get so much stuff?

“Let’s just order pizza for dinner,” Quinn commented as she flopped down onto one of the stack of boxes because their chairs were who knew where in the mess. If they just got the beds unpacked and set up, she would be relieved. Or more than likely they would just all pack into their bed and call it a day. 

“I think someone else is tired,” she commented noticing Aria yawning from where she sat with Pan in her lap. Sam was probably tired too she was willing to bet. They could always go and have dinner with her grandparents, but even that was too much work because they would have to clean up and put on nicer clothes. “I am sure my grandparents wouldn’t mind. I just want a hot bath and to sleep...”

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“Then we can always do both, Q. We don’t need to be completely moved in to plan the wedding. I don’t want to push off the wedding stuff either.” That felt like a disaster waiting to happening. Even though it was really Quinn making all the decisions he didn’t want her to become just a big ball of stress being the house and the wedding. “I guess I just kind of figured she’d insist on it,” Sam admitted as it really didn’t shock him. Who else would they pick to cater? They knew the food would be amazing and exactly what they want. “The cake is obviously the most important. We better pick a good one if your going to smash it into my face,” he teased knowing Quinn would be allowed to do it to him but she’d kill him if he did it to her.

That seemed right. Sam didn’t expect Quinn too help out too much when it came to home repairs. In honestly, it would probably end with them in a fight or something if they tried to work on the repairs together anyways. “There’s an idea.” They hadn’t seen Kurt and Blaine in awhile and they both could really provide some good help. Although, Sam couldn’t help but laugh when Quinn said him and Blaine would take care of all the “man stuff”. “That we will. We’ll be cut and build things,” he teased knowing it wasn’t far from the truth. “Just don’t pick uncomfortable furniture with Kurt.” Sam didn’t think Quinn would because she was such a creature of comfort but it couldn’t hurt to throw it out there.

Honestly when Quinn went into her negotiating mood it was really hot. Sam knew better than to interfere with process. A lot of men wanted to be the one to bargain and get the price down but when you had Quinn Fabray there was no need. “My lips are sealed. You’re the boss when it comes to this. ” Sam wasn’t about to screw this up for them. Even if Quinn didn’t love the house Sam knew she liked it enough to talk to the realtor which was a big win in Sam’s mind because he didn’t want to look at anymore placed.

“We are certainly having a cake too,” she pointed out. Quinn knew people these days were going to things like cupcakes or cookies, or whatever, but she was having a cake. She had a cake in her mind since she was a little girl and that was what she was going to have. A wedding cake needed to be fabulous and have several layers. The colors and the frosting and the cake had to be just right. It gave her a headache to even think about it. “We should have a different flavor cake though..” Chocolate and vanilla seemed kind of boring if she was being honest.

She had to shake her head. “Good furniture needs to be both pretty and comfortable Sam.” She pointed out. Quinn certainly wanted her stuff to be both. If you did it right you could have both. “We’ll have to see what’s available when we move in.” It depended on what place they ultimately went with.

She nodded making a note of all the things she could point out to the realtor. The place had been on the market for a little bit of time so she was sure they could get it for a decent price if they were willing to compromise and the realtor didn’t call her bluff, but that was kind of the fun part of it. Seeing how low she could get the lady to go before she would go no further. “What date do we want to move in?” That really was the only question they had left.

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Sam nodded in agreement. They didn’t need much. “This isn’t going to be our home forever, Q. But we’ll make the most out of it, wherever we end up.” That much could promise. They wouldn’t live in a dump if nothing else her grandparents wouldn’t let them. “Yeah I mean it can’t hurt to look at the other place too. Maybe we’ll love it. If nothing else we’ll be living in Georgia and be near your grandparents.” Sam figured that would make her happy. As long as Sam had known Quinn she had been talking about living in Georgia and some how she had finally convinced him to take the plung.

It really wasn’t the worst place they’ve seen. “You know your grandfather will be thrilled to have a new project to work on. And maybe we could convince someone to come for a weekend and help. Aria would never turn down an opportunity to see one of her aunts or uncles. Sam had to laugh when Quinn point blank told him she wasn’t painting. "You’ll just tell me what to do and I’ve gotta do it?” He joked knowing it would be for the best. Quinn was much better at decorting anyways. “Maybe Aria will help then,” he said with a small chuckle.

“Alright that sounds like a good idea,” he agreed giving her hand a squeeze. “Aria would be happy. But then again as long as she has a place for her toys and clothes she’s pretty easy going,” Sam commented with a small laugh as he led them down the stairs to meet back up with the realtor. He knew by this point she was also hoping they had found the right place. “It would be super nice. I dunno I don’t want to be worrying about finding a house and moving after the wedding. It seems like it would be better to be settled in and then finish planning the wedding.” They still had a lot to do when it came to their wedding and Sam really didn’t want them to start stressing about it.

Quinn nodded because they both knew how that would go when it came to home repair. “Well, you do the painting and I will do the decorating.” That was something that she wasn’t going to let Sam do, not that he probably wanted to help with it. “Perhaps, Blaine and Kurt will come to visit. Blaine can help you with all that,” she waved her hands around, “Man stuff. Kurt and I can do the more subtle stuff like pick out furniture and what not.” They would have an extra room for their guests to stay in at least.

“I don’t want to move and do all the last minute wedding stuff,” Quinn admitted. To be honest, they hadn’t done much wedding planning outside deciding they wanted to have the ceremony at her grandparents’ place outside in the summer. It made her head ache just thinking about all the things they had to do. “Though I am pretty sure my grandmother will insist she and her people do all the catering.” Least that way they wouldn’t have to worry about the food being bad, but she wanted her grandmother to be able to enjoy the day too.

“Come on, lets go see what kind of deal this lady can give us.” Quinn knew that was the hard part of house shopping. Not that this lady knew what was coming her way in the form of Quinn Fabray. No, she was going to make sure they got a deal. “Remember we don’t love this house that much. It needs a lot of work. It’s kind of small and the school district isn’t one of the top. She’ll come down in the price.”

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“Well, at least we can agree on that. This feels like when we were naming Aria all over again,” he teased but there was some truth in his words. Quinn had been extremely picky then too but honestly, Sam was kind of glad she was. It was better than the alternative. “Let’s just keep looking, Q and narrow down what we don’t like. Something we do like will come along.” Eventually, it had to. Anyways, this didn’t have to be their home forever. If Sam had to guess in a few years he figured they would be living in Quinn’s grandparents’ house, that was if they were willing to give it up. 

Sam grabbed Quinn’s hand leading her further into the house. Maybe they just needed to see more of it before Quinn made any judgment. Sam really did kind of like it. It really wasn’t a bad place. But then again coming from Quinn’s grandparents’ mansion Sam figured anything was going to look lackluster at best. “Let’s just see Q. Maybe you’ll really like it.” Sam wasn’t holding his breath but he was determined to be the optimist here. 

“More space?” Sam asked looking around the kitchen. It wasn’t huge but it had enough room for a table and some counter space. The living room looked nice. They could fit everything they needed in there and then some. “I think it does,” Sam answered following Quinn upstairs. The master bedroom wasn’t anything special, the bathroom attached was nice though. And there were three bedrooms upstairs. “So do you want to keep looking? I think we have one more place to see today,” Sam said once they were alone upstairs. He didn’t want them to settle for a place. “I mean we could fix this place up too Q. But it’s not worth jumping into something we don’t love.” Or at least that’s what Sam thought. 

Quinn nodded because that was about all they could do, keep looking. A lot of places were nice, but not what she was looking for. Then again, she could tell what Sam was thinking that she was being too picky. Perhaps, she was and Quinn had to realize it. It was hard when their apartment had been perfect, but in the wrong place. “Long as it has a little bit of a yard, plenty of light, and an office, I think we could make it work...” A house was important, but she was willing to concede a little bit on the finer details. “Lets just look at this one and the next one and then we’ll decide.” Quinn was willing to bet they had looked at every house in a twenty-five mile radius.

She paused a moment as she glanced around the various rooms and Quinn had to admit they were alright. “Yeah, it’s not horrible. Maybe it just needs some paint and love.” Then again, she wasn’t sure they wanted to put that much work into a place. Not that her grandfather wouldn’t love having a project to rope Sam into every weekend when he wasn’t working. “I am not painting,” she told him with a laugh because that wouldn’t be a very good idea. 

“Come on, lets look at the last place and then we can decide.” Quinn was ready to pick and get settled because there was still a lot of wedding things for them to do. “I mean I think Aria would like it and Pan would be comfortable.” Their dog was tiny, but he seemed to manage stairs okay. “It would be nice to have our own space again, wouldn’t it? Before the wedding that is...”

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House Hunters

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“I’m still thinking she might not be the happiest camper about it,” he teased. “Let’s at least give ourselves a fighting chance by finding her a place that isn’t made out of cardboard? I mean leaving your grandparents home is going to be tough enough.” But Sam was also excited to have their own space again. When any family was around it was kind of exhausting and right now all their stuff was just kind of packed in boxes and that wasn’t how Sam wanted his family to live.

Sam knew Quinn way too well and knew she wasn’t to roll her eyes at him and he was appreciative she didn’t. Instead, he took her hand and smiled. “Thank you for humoring me,” he said as they walked towards the house. The neighborhood seemed nice, not too crowded and it seemed like every place even had their own little yards.

“We could, but I want to make sure you have a place to do your work, Q.” Sam could already imagine if Quinn tried to do her work in the living room and what if it was messy and Aria had toys everywhere. Or what if their little girl was home for the day and Quinn needed to take phone calls and things and didn’t need their six-year-old causing a raucous.  “No, this place seems like it’s in a good location. But fine I’ll go in first and report back,” he promised still holding Quinn’s hand as he opened the door knowing the landlord must be waiting inside for them. He peeked his head in and was met with a pretty nice looking place. It wasn’t as modern as their first apartment had been but this place had charm. There was a nice little entryway and stairs to go upstairs. From the door, Sam could see the open living room and part of the kitchen. He stepped back outside and looked at Quinn keeping a neutral face trying to keep her guessing what he saw. “I like it. It’s homey.” He told her breaking into a smile. 

Quinn had to chuckle softly because she was sure Sam’s words carried a ring of truth to them. “I am not sure any of us would like living in a cardboard box.” Truthfully, Quinn wasn’t sure what it was that they should be looking for. It was a combination of this and that and nothing seemed quite right with that they had seen. Then again, she supposed this could all be temporary and they could one day move onto something that was a little more permanent.

She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as she peered over Sam’s shoulder into the homey house. “Not exactly what I would want to describe my future house as,” Quinn muttered as she followed Sam into the place. However, even she had to admit it wasn’t horrible. Sure it wasn’t their apartment, but it wasn’t the worse they had seen and what was more, they could probably afford this one.

“It could use some more space...” Then again, living in her grandparents place they had grown accustomed to having more space than they could ever use. “Is the yard fenced in?” Considering they had a six year old and a dog, it was probably a good thing to have. “Come on lets check the upstairs and then we can check out the yard.”

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The last time they had been searching for an apartment it didn’t feel like it was nearly this hard. Then again Sam guessed it hadn’t been, They hadn’t been looking for much of anything, just a place that wasn’t his parents’ house to call home. Now they needed a yard and to be in a good school district for Aria and have enough bedrooms for their family and maybe to even grow their family.

“You try explaining to Aria that we’re moving out of your grandparents big beautiful home and into a box,” he joked back knowing Quinn was just fed up by the search. It had been weeks with no luck and Sam was getting tired of it too. But honestly something was going to come up–it had to. 

Sam knew better than to say anything buuuuuut Quinn was being a little picky but this was their home they were looking for. “It’s better to be a little picky than not when it comes to this.” Or at least Sam thought so. There was no sense of jumping on something that wasn’t right or needed a ton of work. “I know we should but let’s just check out these few more places and see if we can find a place? If not we’ll revisit your box idea,” he teased trying to make Quinn at least crack a small smile. 

Quinn had to laugh because she could only imagine what kind of response Aria would have to that statement. “I mean I could try and tell her at least she would get her own box,” she tried with a laugh. She was sure telling Aria they were moving anywhere wouldn’t be a great conversation to have. At grandma and grandpa’s house there was a lot of space, toys, and a lot of spoiling that occurred. The little girl was the princess of the house in the eyes of her great-grandparents. Aria was certainly more spoiled there than anywhere else.

She did her best not to roll her eyes, instead she forced a smile and nodded. “Alright then, you lead the way.” The last thing she wanted was to be the first one to walk in and see a mess of a place. It wasn’t like she was against doing some work, but they didn’t have time to do a lot of work with their schedules and whatnot. Quinn didn’t want to just take a place and then rely on her grandfather to come help with repairs or pay for them.

“I mean we could even go without an office space.” There didn’t need to be a place for her to write, she supposed. Writing was something you could do anywhere whether it be the yard, a couch, or on a bed. “I mean this next one isn’t in a bad school district either... You’re still walking in first. Then you can tell me what you think before I go in and take a look.”

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For a moment, Quinn wondered if it was even worth bringing an umbrella. The skies over Georgia for the moment were gray, angry, and full of the promise to dump buckets of rain on their head. The weatherman had said something about an approaching storm, possibly a hurricane, but it was just a fact of nature when you lived in the south. Hurricanes weren’t a common thing in Georgia. They got the rain and that was about it. It would be fine. Their search for a house, however, had been anything but fine.

“Can we just live in a box or something,” Quinn grumbled as they climbed into the car for yet another viewing appointment. So far they had looked at a few apartments, condos, and houses. None seemed to be anything remotely close to what they were looking for. They all had been too small, too big, needed too much work, or didn’t have enough space for the three of them. It seemed picky of her, but Quinn wanted four bedrooms. She needed an office and one day not too far from now, she wanted room for another baby. If they were going to stay in the house for a few years, it had to be big enough for them to grow into.

She was starting to think they were never going to find the perfect place to live. “I mean, I am not even being that picky.” At least, not anymore. For now, Quinn would settle for somewhere, anywhere relatively good enough for their family. Not that her grandparent’s house wasn’t comfortable, it was more than that. It was like staying at an extremely luxurious hotel. Aria even had her own bedroom, but she needed her own room. One that wouldn’t change in a week or month or however long it took them. “We should be working on wedding stuff...”

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Sam couldn’t help but groan at the thought. Something felt made him think that his siblings’ dating was going to be a huge mess. Maybe not Stevie but Stacey was going to be a problem. “Luckily, we don’t have to be here for that whole disaster,” he said with a laugh. Then again they would have to deal on it on their own with Aria. “Aria cannot date until she at least in college,” he joked but really didn’t even want to think of their baby girl dating yet. It was something he truly was not looking forward to. “It so was. Then you didn’t have to deal with me all the time,” he teased back. But he knew what she was saying. There was something that had just been easier when they were young and didn’t care about dating.

It felt better to drop the conversation about Russell.  At the end of the day, it was Quinn’s choice and he knew she would figure out what was best for her and he would support her no matter what. Did Sam really want Russell there? Not really, but if it made Quinn happy then he most certainly did. It was a complicated situation. “Rachel will be fine, I’m sure.” Had she calmed down at all? No. But Sam figured Kurt could keep her busy and maybe if she brought whatever guy she was dating that month along it wouldn’t be bad at all. “You know we are going to need to figure out a wedding song and like practice dancing,” he teased. They were fine when it can to dancing but it would be Sam’s luck to pick that day to step all over Quinn’s toes.

That was fair. Lima wasn’t really known for its schooling options but hey it wasn’t the worst either. “Well, if you had gone to one you never would have met me and as much as I’m sure Judy and Russell would have loved that you would have been sad to have not met my pretty face,” he teased with a shrug. Things always worked out the way they were supposed to. Or at least that’s what he believed. “We’ll find the right school for her. Speak of which do you know when everybody is supposed to be back?” It was odd to be in the house with his parents, siblings or Aria for more than like half an hour.  

Quinn had to laugh at Sam’s comment. “You will need to practice the dancing,” she teased. Sam’s dancing had gotten better over the years, but they weren’t going to be that couple that did break dancing or something for their first dance. Besides, she wasn’t sure she would want anything other than a traditional dance for their first. There would be plenty more afterward for any other type of dancing. “I keep forgetting we actually have to do that stuff.” Over the years they had songs, but not one she would call their wedding song. There weren’t any immediate thoughts that came springing to her head either.

“Should be any moment?” Quinn said with a shrug. They had been gone a while, but it wasn’t unusual. They had a little girl and two nearly teenagers with them. Knowing them, Sam’s dad had suggested ice cream or something else to keep them distracted. “It’s nice to have the quiet though, isn’t it?”

Quinn was quiet a moment, “Do you think we should go down next month? Check things out a bit?” She was sure her grandparents wouldn’t mind the company and it had been a while since they’d been in Georgia. Well, there with the intention of setting down roots for more than a summer. “I am sure Aria would be excited to go.”

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“Hm true we’d still need to sneak around with Aria in the house and when we decide to add another little one to the mix,” Sam said with a chuckle. But that sneaking around would be different than at his parents’ house. “Stevie hates when we hold hands in front of him. I think he might die God forbid he saw us kiss,” he said with a laugh. When Sam’s siblings had been younger, it had been the ‘ew cooties’ stage. Now they just seemed utterly grossed out by any thought of him and Quinn being near each other. 

Sam didn’t even need to see more than the frown on Quinn’s lips to know her thoughts about her father coming to the wedding. It felt like it just may end in a fight, and really Sam didn’t want that to be their wedding. It was supposed to be a day all about them. “That’s all fair Q,” he agreed softly. “Whatever you decide, I’m fine with it. I just want our wedding to be perfect. And about us.” Whatever happened, happened and it would be fine. “We are going to need to figure out the guest list soon. Like we have to invite Rachel, don’t we?” Sam didn’t care too much one way or another, but he knew Quinn would have an opinion. But they couldn’t possibly invite the rest of their glee friends and not here, right?

 “Wait, hold up,” Sam said with a laugh and shaking his head. “You did? How did I not know that?” Admittedly, Quinn didn’t talk about her childhood a lot, and Sam knew why that was. But still, it seemed funny that Sam was still learning things about Quinn after all this time. “I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, I mean of course you went to a private school,” he joked, shaking his head. “Oh she really will there’s no doubt it in my mind.” Their daughter was going to love everything about school. That much, Sam was sure about. 

Quinn had to laugh at Sam’s comment. “Just wait until they start dating.” Then it would be all about the cute girls or boys in Sam’s house again. Only this time Dwight and Mary would have two teenagers instead of one. Not something she wanted to deal with if she was being honest. Hopefully, if they were lucky, they wouldn’t have to worry about Aria being into boys for a long long while. “Life was so much easier when boys had cooties,” she joked with a laugh but there was a ring of truth to her words.

She sighed heavily. “I just don’t want him to make a scene and I feel like he wouldn’t get through the day without it.” Part of her wanted her father there, but the other part of her didn’t want their wedding to turn into an argument or some other grand scene. Really, she had come to the conclusion as long as their parents were there (minus Russell) and Aria, Quinn could be happy. She was finding that she really didn’t need a lot for her wedding, which was a surprise to her, but still true. “Yes, we do.” Quinn knew there was no way around it. Rachel would come and it would just create a fight between their friends. “It’ll be fine. There will be enough people there to keep her busy.”

Quinn shrugged. “Probably would have went to one in Lima if there was a top notch one.” Really, their private schools in the area were on par with the public schools so why pay for a private school? It had been her father’s reasoning anyhow when her grandparents had tried to insist the girls needed a private school education. If you asked Russell, it was probably something he regretted. Catholic school girls didn’t end up getting pregnant as a teenager. “We’ll just have to see what options are available once we pick a place to live.”