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SAM EVANS - PROFESSIONAL MODEL 21 years old. Nashville, by way of Lima and now living in New York City. This is the Way. Click here for tags.

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quinniefabray​:

Sam’s power to make Quinn blush at the slightest compliment was something that hadn’t faded over time. She smiled as he assured that she wasn’t quite past her prime yet. A quiet smugness seeped through Quinn, because although it was difficult to imagine sweet Sam asking anyone to leave, he had done so on account of her feelings. That seemed to outweigh the guilt in changing his plans, especially since Sam didn’t at all seem regretful of it. A slow smirk took over freshly moistened lips at his insistence. Quinn had not prepared herself for a run-in with Sam, especially not just the two of them cozy in the brick stone all weekend. The thought made her heart give a light flutter, even if she knew that nothing more than platonic would happen between them. Even if her feelings for Sam had never entirely shut off, she didn’t want to risk losing him completely. He had closed that door her senior year when he suggested she ‘hold on to sixteen.’ Wisdom that to this day she had respected.

Quinn’s apologies were continually brushed off; though she was genuinely sincere, there was that tiny part of her that was relieved Sam had chosen friendship over some hook-up. After taking a sip of her tea, Quinn set it aside just in time to be enveloped by him. She probably shouldn’t have sunk into his arms as enthusiastically as she did, but it had been a while since anyone had hugged her in such a way, and it was easy to get caught up in him. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Just don’t go blaming me later for messing up your game.” She too chuckled along with Sam, his laugh tickling the shell of her ear as her fingers crept up his back and into his hair. Quinn’s head dropped to his shoulder for a moment; her voice softening as she spoke. “It’s really good to see you too, Sam.” As his strong arms fell away, Quinn reluctantly drew back, though his electric eyes dazed her for a moment. She had trouble believing she made things better, but they had had some great times together. Cracking another smile, Quinn tousled his blonde locks playfully before pushing off his chest with her hand in attempt to break the tension. It was playful, yet subtly flirty– though not enough to make things awkward.

“I did,” she answered excitedly, hazel eyes lighting up. “I feel like it went really well. It’s just a Cover Girl commercial, but that’s something, right?” Quinn giggled softly, catching the growl of his stomach. Her own echoed more silently. “I still can’t believe you sent her away,” Quinn mused, obviously humored by the whole situation. “At least not empty handed.” Though she could have forced herself to go to bed without a proper meal, a BLT did sound amazing. He was well aware of her inability to say no to bacon. “Do not tease me with bacon unless you know for a fact that you have it.” Her tone was teasing as she brought her cup of tea to her lips for another taste. “I can’t think of a better combination, honestly. So, besides picking up random girls, what else have you been up to, hmm?”

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 he’d 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 she’d ruined his night or anything. As he stood there in the kitchen, fully embracing his fellow blonde, he laughed again at her protest. “It’s a deal, my game will be fine, I promise.” He could have stayed like this all night, honestly. It wasn’t 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 Sam’s 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 didn’t 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. “That’s amazing then, and hell yeah it’s something! It’s a first step towards even bigger somethings.” Sam chuckled again. “Cover Girl. It definitely suits you, Quinn.” His attention turned towards finding something to eat now, as if it ever wasn’t partially on that, he kept on grinning with his face hid in the fridge when she mused over how he’d sent the other girl away. “It wasn’t even a tough choice. And we’re in luck, tons of bacon and everything else we need here.” He began to grab for the ingredients, piling them into his arms and then turned around. “But I can still tease you anyways, if you’d like.”

Spreading things out on the counter, Sam began to get to work on their sandwiches. “Hey now, to be fair it was just one random girl. I’m much more comfortable with girls I’ve known for a while.” Carefully doctoring up a couple of BLTs for them, he made sure to add a little extra bacon to Quinn’s knowing full well how much she enjoyed it as well as how rare she probably still treated herself to it. “And really, not that much. I’ve been doing the modelling thing and gotten a little bit of work out of it, but it’s mostly been working at the bar and just doing odd jobs and stuff.” Trying not to sound like he was bitter because he really wasn’t, “It’s been awesome to see how everybody else has been doing here in college and the real world, I just feel like maybe I’ve been falling behind a little, though. But that’s okay. There’s lots of time still.” Finishing up with the food for them, Sam picked up one of the sandwiches and lifted it up to offer Quinn a first bite. “Now here. Tell me this isn’t the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.”

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Quinn: I did. Couldn't help but sing along. But it wasn't the same without my duet partner. Aw, really? I think of you too.

Quinn: Good! I'm glad to hear it. I'm doing well too, thank you. Just been going for random auditions, and soon I'll be shooting that commercial. What have you been up to?

Sam: I know exactly what you mean. I always feel the same way, it's just not the same. You mean it?

Sam: Thanks! I'm glad things are going well for you too, you're welcome. Oh that's cool, any more things booked? Oh yeah! Do you know when it is yet? Pretty much the same as always, trying to work when I can. And pretty sure getting on Kurt's nerves always being around with him and Blaine.

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Mike 📲 Sam

Mike: Haha. Right? I do think living with Santana is good for her though. You know how... honest she can be.

Mike: So you've already seen her? Cool! BTW Santana just messaged me asking if we'd be up for drinks with the two of them.

Sam: It'd have to be, almost by sheer force of will. Santana's will, that is. Honest is a good way to put it. Either way, I'm glad that it's working out for you all

Sam: Have I seen her... yes, yes I'd say I've seen her. Which is to say when we ran into one another, she was just freshly out of the shower.

Sam: Really? Sure, I'm up for that!

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Quinn: Random, but I heard "Lucky" on the radio today and I couldn't not tell you.

Quinn: Hope you're doing well.

Sam: Aww, you did? That's awesome. Any time I hear that song I think of you, Q.

Sam: I am, how about you?

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Mike 📲 Sam

Mike: Yeah and according to Santana, she's been difficult today so I'll try to get home as late as possible tonight haha.

Mike: BTW Have you heard that Quinn's in town?

Sam: Wait, Rachel being difficult? Surely you jest, Mike. That's not the Rachel I know. :D Smart thinking though.

Sam: Oh, I heard, if by heard you mean got surprised by her in person. Best surprise in a while, honestly.

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quinniefabray​:

Although she had no reason to feel foolish, or even jealous, Quinn felt a mix of both. It wasn’t her fault that every time she was in Sam’s presence all those pent up feelings reemerged. It was her fault though for ruining their relationship to begin with; she was lucky that he had forgiven and they still could remain friends. Close ones, really, given he had visited her in New Haven to check up on her. At least to Quinn, that mean they were close. After throwing on something more comfortable and less revealing, Quinn sought out the kitchen for some relaxing tea to take back to her room. Her stomach growled as she took the stairs; maybe a snack she would grab as well. Long locks, still damp with waves cascaded over her shoulders while Quinn tried to focus on her task and not the conversation in the other room.

Just as Quinn suggested that maybe finding a hotel room was the best for the night, Sam rectified her statement, punctuated by the sound of the door shutting. Loudly. She chuckled softly, but quirked an eyebrow into the other room; it now missing the brunette and bags of take-out. “So I’m not a silver fox yet?” Quinn teased as she placed a teabag into a mug for steeping. “I mean, of course not, but what about… your company? She didn’t leave because of me, did she?” Although asked, she already knew the answer. Old Quinn would have been proud of such a moment; she the victor. Even if the idea of sharing a place with Sam and someone he might be getting intimate with in the room next door was a nightmare, she didn’t wish him unhappiness. If anyone deserved a happy ending, it was Sam.

Biting her lip gently, Quinn retrieved another mug from the cabinet and poured the remaining hot water into it. Without word she threw a tea bag into it as well. She wasn’t even sure that Sam liked tea, but it would be rude not to offer. Especially since this was his place. “I’m sorry,” Quinn sighed as she leaned back against the counter, a small pout upon her lips. Gently she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she met his electric green eyes across the room. “I really didn’t expect you to be here, let alone to ruin your night, Sam. Did you at least get her number?”

Sam couldn’t help but grin at the question, and took no time at all in answering it. “Definitely not silver, nope.” For Quinn to think of herself as anything other than in the prime of her life and just as attractive as she ever was, Sam wanted to set her straight. And the fact was no matter what other plans he’d had, now knowing that she was in town for a visit had shifted his priorities completely. “Oh, don’t worry about her. She didn’t leave exactly because of you, more like because I pretty much asked her to.” If that made Sam kind of a jerk for choosing a long term friendship over someone he’d only met that night, he’d happily live with it. Besides which, he was fairly sure that there was at least some part of Quinn that might have felt good about chasing the other girl out the door simply by being around.

Walking fully into the kitchen to join her now, Sam watched as she got out a second mug from the cabinet and started to fix him a cup of tea as well; ever the thoughtful one. “Don’t be sorry, I’m not. I’m really glad to see you Quinn, and that you’re staying here this weekend.” The look on her face as she backed against the counter, Sam felt like wrapping his arms around her and just pulling her into a gigantic hug right now to try and make sure she knew exactly how happy he was for her presence right now. And just a few moments later, that’s exactly what he decided to do as he crossed the floor and threw his arms around her in a big embrace. “You’ve gotta stop saying that, you haven’t ruined my night. In fact you’ve made it better, just like you always do.” He gave a little chuckle as he let his temple gently rest against hers when he realized that no, he hadn’t gotten the girl’s number, or even cared enough to ask as she was leaving. “Nope. And as you can see, I’m just broken up over it too.”

Letting go of her now, because lingering on it any longer might have come off as weird, Sam took a step back and smiled at his house guest, leaning against the kitchen island. “And wait, you said you had an audition earlier right? How do you think you did?” It was at that moment that Sam’s stomach growled, reminding him that he still hadn’t eaten anything since earlier that day. “I know you’re making tea, but do you feel like something to eat, maybe? I let her take dinner with her, but I’m still kind of hungry. What are you in the mood for?” Sam started to rummage through the fridge, surveying what items were available to them. “I think we’ve got all the stuff here for a couple of BLTs, maybe? And I know there’s some ice cream in the freezer too, Blaine always keeps a couple of pints on hand.”

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Mike 📲 Sam

Mike: Cool! I'm on my way and I'm bringing pizza.

Mike: Your place if you don't mind. I don't want to disturb Rachel if she's home.

Sam: You're a lifesaver, Mikey.

Sam: Nah, not a problem at all. I don't blame you there, she still tunnel-focused on the show? It'll be quiet here, Mercedes is still gone and I'm not sure where B and Kurt are except not here either.

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Mike 📲 Sam

Mike: Now or maybe later? I have plans to meet up a friend but don't know what time yet.

Mike: Are you up for a game sesh?

Sam: Hey that's okay, and sure! Either or works for me, I'm pretty much free anytime for a few days.

Sam: Dude! Totally up for that! Your place or mine? Well, Mercedes', but you know what I mean.

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quinniefabray​:

I mean, I’d like to think I’m logical, but we both know that’s not always been the case. It’s all about layers. New Haven is pretty much the same. I appreciate that, Sam. Good news is I did land that commercial I went for, though I’m not sure when filming begins yet. You’re sweet, but most of the time they prefer someone with more experience. I probably will go back, at least to see my mom. I wouldn’t be against a glee reunion though. I knew it! Well, summer is a great time for the beach, always.

Hey even if so, we both know you’re more logical than I am so it’s not like I can say anything anyways. Besides, that was a long time ago. Yup, man’s best friend is a hoodie. Oh yeah, I kinda got that sense when I was there too before, they really are similar aren’t they? You’re welcome, and did you? That’s AWESOME! Congratulations Quinn, I knew you’d book it! That’s still awesome, so you’ll be back here sometime soon to work on it? That’s cool then, and aw well say hi to her for me then? Me either, that would be nice to get together sometime. Under better circumstances this time. No doubt, hah! And you’re right about that, you can’t let that sun go to waste.

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quinniefabray​:

A few years back, when they were still in high school, Quinn would have praised this moment. To have Sam at the whims of her nearly naked, she had the upper hand. And probably then, she would have taken advantage of the opportunity. While their history had been complicated and their romance hadn’t panned out accordingly, Quinn had never stopped caring for Sam. She had tangled herself in a spiderweb of relationships between Finn and Puck, but Sam was one she had always regretted the way it had ended. The only upside was that they had managed to salvage their friendship. It was one thing in the close quarters of Lima, but that Sam had traveled all the way to New Haven to make sure she was doing alright after the loss of another friend that meant so much to Quinn. He always had been such a caretaker; with his siblings, his parents, and friends. That was one of the traits she adored most about him; his fierce loyalty. Even when it was undeserved.

His speechlessness drew a small smirk to the corner of her lips because, as always, he was cute. Quinn had been a little too into the teasing when it came to Sam, but it was mostly due to her faults from before. That didn’t mean it wasn’t adorable to see his reaction though. Unfortunately she couldn’t revel in it because Sam wasn’t alone. Her confidence sank as she noticed the cute brunette all dolled up and dressed for a night out. Here she was in, okay, maybe a better choice of wardrobe for certain activities, but also without a lick of make-up. Golden waves were still damp and a little messy, but that wasn’t supposed to matter anyway. They were just friends these days. “It’s okay. I would have been a little more careful if I’d realized I wasn’t alone. But don’t let me ruin your date.” There wasn’t a twinge of bitterness in her tone; a result of years of studying her career field. That didn’t mean she was thrilled though with the situation either.

“I’m just going to change and make a cup of tea, then I promise to be out of your hair for the night. I have a hot date with a really good book until I fall asleep. Which, these days probably won’t be long away.” God, she sounded so sad, especially for a weekend night. “I had an audition this morning. I promise I’m not an old lady… yet.” Polishing that off with a laugh, Quinn retreated to Mercedes’ room to do as promised. Quickly she’d thrown on her favorite oversized Yale sweatshirt and a pair of leggings before venturing to the kitchen. Attempting to mind her own business as she fired up the kettle and waited for the tea to finish, Quinn tried to stay in her own head and not eavesdrop. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty now for intruding. “I could always go find a hotel if that’s better though,” she spoke up from the kitchen. “I really don’t mind.”

Out of all the people Sam expected to be coming face to face with tonight, especially in a nearly total state of undress, Quinn was far from the top of the list. Actually, Quinn was probably at the very bottom of the list for any number of reasons. That’s one of the reasons why upon the sight of her standing there in a towel that didn’t leave all that much to the imagination, Sam had forgotten just about everything in his head including his own name. One of the reasons, another one being how utterly gorgeous she still was. For maybe just a moment, he thought he noticed a smile on her lips, but it faded back to surprise once she realized that standing just to Sam’s side was the girl he’d met at the bar... her taking notice was actually the reason Sam suddenly remembered it as well, because discovering Quinn was there instantly made her the only person Sam was focusing on whatsoever. She took his apology with sincere appreciation and in turn apologized for ruining his ‘date’, at which point Sam finally turned his head back towards the young woman who’d come back to the house for dinner and a movie. Her face was full of bewilderment and maybe a little annoyance; Sam couldn’t exactly blame her in this situation, and yet at the same time felt powerless to offer much more than a simple shrug.

Quinn quickly excused herself, laughing off the situation and disappeared to one of the bedrooms upstairs to change. Sam’s eyes couldn’t help but follow along with her as she climbed the steps, which in her half-naked state of dress probably also wasn’t the smartest thing to do in front of his date. Before she could speak, Sam finally turned to the brunette and shrugged again in apology. “Hey, I’m sorry for the interruption, I had no idea Quinn was staying this weekend. She’s an old...” Sam paused for a moment, knowing that referring to Quinn as just a friend was technically correct but absolutely didn’t represent their relationship at all in his eyes. “... friend, from high school.” Arms soon crossed, the coed who’s name Sam still couldn’t remember at all remained skeptical and right then and there Sam decided to put the date out of its misery for everyone. “I’m so sorry, but I did promise you a dinner. Why don’t you take the food with you, it’s on me. Do you need me to call you an Uber?”

It was probably a sign that the coed didn’t offer any resistance to being shooed out the door, takeout in hand, and assured Sam she could get herself an Uber. That annoyance wasn’t mild any longer... but truthfully Sam didn’t really care all that much. Not when Quinn was here for the weekend and those usual feelings he hadn’t fully been able to get rid of since sophomore year at McKinley would inevitably start to rise again. After closing the front door after the coed, Sam turned back towards the kitchen as he heard Quinn puttering around in there and then offering to search out a hotel room instead. Poking his head into the kitchen and leaning against the doorway, he smiled at her comfortably cozy clothing that she’d changed into and answered her offer. “But I’d mind. You wouldn’t rob a guy of the chance to catch up with a good friend, would you?” Crossing his arms against his chest, “One who’s most definitely not an old lady either.”

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quinniefabray​:

I think it still counts! You just have a different measurement of time, that’s all. Of course, I’m not sure how easy to do that is in New York. Isn’t the weather pretty inconsistent? Thank you, Sam. That’s the plan anyways. I hope maybe to line up some jobs, but we’ll see. If not, then perhaps a trip. I’m sure you’ll find some trouble to get into. How about you? What’s on your wishlist?

Does it? Then awesome! And you’re right, there’s that Ivy League intelligence making sense of it all. New York weather can best be described as a free for all, mostly. You’re welcome and good then, I hope you can line up some great ones. They’d be crazy not to hire you! Maybe both then? Do you think you’ll get back to Lima or anything this summer? I’m sure, trouble usually finds me. And really, nothing set in stone yet but I’m definitely open for suggestions.

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Mike 📲 Sam

Mike: Hey!

Mike: You free?

Sam: Hey dude! You mean right now? Sure!

Sam: What's up?

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quinniefabray​:

I know I can’t be the only one eager for this semester to be over and summer to get here. I think this may be the first summer that I’m not taking any classes. Anyone have big plans?

Does it count when you don’t technically have a semester? Or classes? Or any sense of what season it is other than how hot it is or isn’t out? But that’s awesome Quinn, you should take advantage of that freedom! No plans yet, but it’s a big city here, there’s always stuff going on. Do you have anything you want to do?

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It had been a while since Quinn had last been to New York, and staying in Mercedes’ old room while she was on tour was definitely a first. It was surreal to be in a place she figured usually bustled with laughter from Sam and Blaine, to only be the complete opposite. Despite the invitation and permission, Quinn made sure not to overstay her welcome. She kept to Mercedes’ room and the shared spaces, even if both of the guys were out for the weekend. Apparently Sam had something work related, and Quinn had a hunch that Blaine had plans with Kurt. It allowed her a quiet getaway without stepping on anyone’s toes. Her audition had been that afternoon for a commercial, which, while nothing big was at least with a major beauty brand. Quinn felt it went well enough, and if she was even offered a callback she would be happy. Her professor has insisted she get more on her resume than local jobs, and that’s what she sought out to do.

Quinn had done some exploring after her audition before returning to the brownstone, and with the night closing in on her, she figured might as well make it a relaxing, restful one. A hot shower and reading herself to sleep felt almost indulgent without a bothersome roommate around, and as the day’s events filtered down the drain a calm washed over Quinn like a warm blanket. Freshened up and ready to do nothing for the rest of the night, Quinn wrapped a towel around herself, while she attempted to get some of the water from her tousled blonde tresses with a smaller towel in hand. The heat and steam from the bathroom door warmed the hallway, but Quinn was far from prepared for the company that awaited her. “Sam?!” The question came out in a disbelieving screech, and on instinct Quinn’s hands moved to more tightly secure the loose towel over her form, though the damage may have already been done. As if her cheeks weren’t flushed enough, they darkened upon realization that he wasn’t alone. ‘Shit shit shit,’ repeated in her head like a mantra.

“I thought you were gone for the weekend? Mercedes offered me her room and…” judging from the expression on Sam’s face, he was just as surprised. “I guess she forgot to tell you.”

The decision not to pursue college after graduation was supposed to have been an easy one for Sam. He’d never been all that much for classes, and while being diagnosed with dyslexia had made him understand a little more why, he was also sure that once he’d left Lima for New York City his dream was to make his name in the world of professional modelling. And yet the more he’d tried to establish himself, the more Sam found it could be unpredictable and sometimes a bit distressing. What was supposed to be a weekend shoot up in Syracuse had gotten cancelled at practically the last minute, to the point that he was in the middle of packing a bag to go when the call had come in. Running a bit low on cash by this point but also knowing everyone else who lived in the brownstone was out for the weekend too, Sam had decided to pick up a freelance shift tending bar through the early evening to at least pick up a few extra bucks. It was while working the shift that he’d hit it off with a young brunette coed, and after his shift ended Sam decided to take advantage of an empty apartment and invited her back to his place for some food and a movie.

Once he let himself inside the apartment and ushered her in as well, carrying a couple of bags of Chinese food with him. He set them down on the living room coffee table when he heard the sound of a shower running, catching him by surprise. It had to have been Blaine or Kurt, maybe their own plans had been thwarted and they’d decided to stay in as well. Mercedes was supposed to be starting her music tour so it couldn’t have been her... though if it was, it would be supremely awkward given their history. Sam began to walk up the hallway towards the bathroom to announce that he was home and try to figure out at least who it was, but before he could knock on the door it opened slowly and gave the dimly lit hall a bit of a glow as well as a rush of warmth from the steamy shower. Sam tried to speak, but the second his eyes met those of who was standing in the doorway, his voice immediately gave out on him.

Quinn. Quinn Fabray was standing in front of him wearing just a towel and looking even more surprised to see him as she shrieked out his name and clutched at the towel clinging around her freshly bathed body. What on earth was she doing there? “Quinn?!” was all he could manage to get out at first. Her next words clarified things a little as she stammered that Mercedes had lent Quinn her room for the weekend since it was supposed to have been an empty apartment. “I was supposed to be, my job got cancelled and I- no, she didn’t let me know.” It was at this point that Sam remembered the young woman standing behind him... and Quinn had clearly noticed her too. “I’m so sorry, let me give you some privacy here!”

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CHARACTER BIO ➸ SAM EVANS

“I took care of my whole family when they had nothing, okay, when they were as poor and as homeless as McConaughey. I made sure they ate, I made sure they had a roof over their head, I made sure my little brother and sister got to school on time. Me, Sam, the ‘slacker.’”

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