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Sam: Sweet. Sam: Lucky me.
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Quinn: I will happily be your date.
Sam: Sweet. Sam: Lucky me.
Quinn: Well, there’s no arguing with Britt. Quinn: So a Glee party it is.
Sam: Will you be my date?
Quinn: Damn. Never a superhero around when you need them. Quinn: What are we doing for New Years’?
Sam: Britt has decided that we’re throwing a Glee party.
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he won by a lot.
Quinn: That’d work too. Quinn: You know superheroes, who can fast forward time?
Sam: Not on this world of the multiverse, sadly.
Quinn: I wish I could. Quinn: Just need them to move Yale there.
Sam: Or fast forward to May when I’m done here.
Quinn: God, don’t even tempt me. Quinn: I’m already tired of these textbooks.
Sam: I’m sure you’re kicking all kinds of ass. Sam: I just wish you could do that here.
Quinn: Sweet talker. Quinn: I can’t believe I need to be in this dorm room for another week and a half.
Sam: Just ditch it all. Sam: Come be with me here.
Quinn: I am the world’s worst gambler. Quinn: I just like old songs. 😂
Sam: And I love that about you.
Quinn: All in how you play your cards. Quinn: Know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, like the old song says.
Sam: Because you’re the biggest gambler I know.
Quinn: Oh, look at you holding the trump card!
Sam: Oh you know it. Sam: I’m sure he’s got stuff on me too. But for now I win.
Quinn: It’s going to feel like at least a month. Quinn: Blaine said that?? Quinn: Yes, please remind him we watched him and Kurt moon over each other for ages and he’s got nothing to say here.
Sam: Oh don’t worry. Sam: I just reminded him that I know how he eventually wants to ask Kurt to marry him. Sam: So he’s not allowed to say stuff.
Quinn: Not nearly soon enough.
Sam: The next week and a half is going to feel like forever. Sam: Blaine says we’re disgustingly cute. Sam: Which like...I don’t think he has any ground to stand on here.
Quinn: Saying goodbye to you freaking sucks. Quinn: I didn’t want you to go either.
Sam: And I know I get to see you soon but it’s still tough.
Sam: I'm back in Lima now. Sam: And I already miss you. Sam: I didn't want to leave.
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Quinn smiled. “I think you’re right. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we ever survived all that together, but I can’t think of any of us who’d trade it for a minute. If we hadn’t started there, then I’d have been just another graduate who left Lima and never looked back.” His lips, pressed against her head, slowed her breathing and calmed her down in the simplest of ways. “I can’t wait to see what that looks like; the home we’ll find in each other.” Taking a look out the bus window, she reached up to pull the cord requesting a stop. “We’re up next. Just a short walk to the diner from here.”
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“If it wasn’t for Glee Club, I wouldn’t have even graduated in Lima. Wouldn’t have ever moved back after my family and I moved away.” Sam mused, wondering where his life would have taken him if that had been the case. He wondered too, if he and Quinn would have somehow found some common ground given the cheerleader and football player thing they had going on, but given the fact that Glee partially facilitated the breakup between Quinn and Finn it was hard to say. He glanced out the window when Quinn said that their stop was next, following her lead and exiting the bus when it stopped. His hand found Quinn’s as they stepped onto the sidewalk. “I’m so hungry.”