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My name's Sam. Sam I am. I moved to Manhattan from Denver not too long ago, or at least it feels like it wasn't long ago. It's a lot to get used to. There's no mountains to ski in The Big Apple. I wonder why they call it that. I've only seen normal sized apples around. I go to Dalton Academy. It's a lot of work and keeps me busy. When I'm not studying, I love reading comics, watching tv, catching movies, hanging out with friends, being a real life Derek Zoolander, you know, the stuff everyone does. You should check out my blue steel.

[2coolfordis-blog]

[hanniballecters]

[samuraievans]

A TABLE FOR TWO → Fabrevans

[samuraievans]

INVOLVED → Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans

TIME FRAME → Monday evening, Dec 2

THE LOCATION → A cafe

GENERAL NOTES → Quinn and Sam are finally able to meet up and talk about that has been going on.

It was hard for Quinn to understand how she should act in a situation like the one she was going through right in that moment. On one hand she was so glad to finally be able to be with Sam in that cafe, but then again in the other she was still disappointed on what he ended up doing, she thought he was different but he just ended up acting like any other jerk would have done in his situation. She simply shrugged as an answer to his words, unable to say a word to what he had just said. It confused her that he kept playing nice and polite when the big fact was that he had stabbed a knife against her back a few weeks ago, was this all part of another act?

Quinn couldn’t help to let show in her face how much she hated what he had done once he mentioned it, allowing unconsciously to her features reflect how much hurt she actually was in that precise moment. Frustrated she glanced away; she was Quinn Fabray for God’s sake! She couldn’t let something like that had her in that way; but it did, and as much as she hated it she still cared about Sam and she still thought of him as someone she’d want to date. In which sort of spell he had her under, she still couldn’t tell, she just felt she hated him and at the same time all she ever wanted was to remain by his side. By feeling his gaze fixed on her own eyes she was unable to resist the urge of looking back at him, wondering if he really meant all of what he was saying. “It’s… Whatever, Sam. We weren’t even dating, remember?” She tried to show as strong as she possibly could, because even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep pretending for that much longer, it was worth the try instead of showing herself as complete miserable girl. “We still don’t,” her whisper went through her lips as she glanced away again, hoping it didn’t sound as desperate as she actually felt on her inside. Why everything had to be that hard with him?

Sam tried to keep his eyes on Quinn, even as her face showed the hurt that she was feeling. He knew he deserved to feel guilty for being the one to put it there in the first place. He might not understand Quinn often, or hardly ever lately, but even he knew he'd screwed up big time. "Yeah, I know we weren't, but..." He let his voice trail off as he tried to think of the right way to say what he was thinking. He suddenly wished he was a lot better with talking to girls than he was, especially with girls that he liked as much as he liked Quinn. As he was trying to figure out what to say, he heard her soft whisper, and he looked up like it would tell him if he'd even heard her at all. Instead of seeing whatever he was looking for, he was greeted with the sight of Quinn looking away from him, and he decided he needed to somehow lay everything he was feeling out there even if he wasn't the best at saying it all. 

"Quinn..." Sam reached across the table for her hand to try and get her to look at him again or to at least let him feel a little bit of a connection with her. "I know we weren't together then, but I wanted to be. I still want to be. I think you're amazing, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world anytime that we get to spend together. I was just..I didn't think there was a chance that you were feeling the same way, but even still, I shouldn't have kissed her. Kitty's great and all, but you're the one that I can't stop thinking about." He took a breath as he tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever would follow. He knew there was a chance she didn't feel the same way. Maybe she never had, or maybe he'd ruined his chance before he knew he'd had it, but Sam knew he had to try. "I really like you, and if you'll let me, I'd like to take you out on a real date."

[samuraievans]

A TABLE FOR TWO → Fabrevans

[samuraievans]

INVOLVED → Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans

TIME FRAME → Monday evening, Dec 2

THE LOCATION → A cafe

GENERAL NOTES → Quinn and Sam are finally able to meet up and talk about that has been going on.

Ever since Quinn moved with her parents to the Upper East Side things had been perfect; she had a perfect image, the perfect clothes, perfect friends and even perfect crushes. It seemed that she could be anything she wanted here, or at least that’s what everyone believed, however in these past weeks things had drastically changed for her life. She had always known that gossip would be her number one enemy in the big apple, but she never thought it would be able to hurt this much knowing details of people she cared of, mainly when that meant Sam making out with Kitty. How could she do that to her? And as if that didn’t seem to be enough already, there were a bunch of other things going on with her family that had her really frustrated, when would things go finally back to its place?

Once she finally got into the cafe Quinn’s sight traveled rapidly through the tables as she looked for his blonde friend’s presence. Luckily it didn’t take long for her to find Sam in between the customers and smiling she went in his direction, unbuttoning her coat as she approached him. “Hey Sam!” She greeted in a friendly tone as she kept smiling at him. It had been a long time since they had got the chance to be together and it wasn’t till then that she realized how much she had missed him. “Thanks for coming,” she mumbled casually while taking seat in front of him, pretending she wasn’t really that hurt from what she had read on that gossip blog.

SAM EVANS:

Sam spotted Quinn the second she walked through the door to the cafe, and when she smiled in his direction, he couldn't help but to breathe a sigh of relief. A smile hard to be a good sign, and the fact that it could have been fake never entered into his mind. He was too glad to see it and to see her as she made her way over to him. "Hey," he said with a genuine smile of his own. He'd spent the past few days wondering if he'd get his chance to talk to her about everything, and now as she sat down, he knew he finally could. The only trouble was, he had no idea where to even start. "I'm just glad you agreed to meet me," he admitted honestly as it seemed like an important thing to do. "I was scared you'd change your mind and wouldn't want to." 

He ran his fingers along the edge of his cup to give his hands something to do as he was full of nervous energy. "I would have understood if you hadn't wanted to since I did kiss your best friend and somehow everyone found out about it." He still had no idea how that part of things had happened, but he knew it wasn't important. The important part was how he'd made Quinn feel, and doing whatever he could to fix it. "I didn't really think you'd care at the time, but now I think you did care, and I wanted to say that I was sorry." Sam looked across the table to meet Quinn's eyes. "I never wanted to do anything to hurt you."

[samuraievans]

A TABLE FOR TWO → Fabrevans

INVOLVED → Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans

TIME FRAME → Monday evening, Dec 2

THE LOCATION → A cafe

GENERAL NOTES → Quinn and Sam are finally able to meet up and talk about that has been going on.

Scanning the tables with a scattered few people around, Sam wasn't sure if he was relieved or not to find that it wasn't overly crowded. On one hand it would offer them some quiet to talk, but on the other, there weren't a ton of people to keep Quinn from yelling. Not that he was expecting her to, but then again he didn't know what to expect. He'd almost prefer yelling to making Quinn sad which was how she'd seemed. He wasn't quite selfish enough to think it was only him that had her feeling down after the holidays, but he did think he'd played a big part in it. After ordered himself a low-fat hot chocolate, Sam carried it to a table towards the back and pealed off his jacket as he sat down and waited patiently for Quinn to join him.

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[the-quinniefab]

I guess you’re right. Something like that, things just seem to get worse with every day it passes. Would you mind on going to the cafe that’s near my mom’s office? I think that place is private enough for talking.

[samuraievans]

It'd be nice if we could really just think about what we wanted all the time. I'm really sorry, Quinn. I hope I don't add to making things bad for you anymore. Yeah, of course. I'll be there.

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[puckerjakes]

That makes two of us.  Wanna drop by around 6:30? 

[samuraievans]

Yeah, that sounds perfect. I'll be there.

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[puckerjakes]

Nah, man.  Just yourself and an appetite.  You free tomorrow?

[samuraievans]

That I can definitely handle. I bring that with me everywhere. Yeah, should be. What time are you thinking?

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[the-quinniefab]

It does? Thanks, I think I really needed that little break. I haven’t, I just… Things have been a bit complicated. Great, and where are we meeting then?

[samuraievans]

Yeah, you can't really help it if your brain wants to think about stuff. More complicated than they were? I'll meet you anywhere you want me to.

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[the-quinniefab]

Yeah well, it was just fine. I did, I just… I had my mind on something else all day. Glad you enjoyed it, though. Hey, can we talk? I know I said I was going to text you before, but I needed some time on my own first. Are you still up for that?

[samuraievans]

Oh. That makes sense. I'm glad it didn't ruin your holiday completely. Yeah, of course. I was kinda hoping you hadn't changed your mind or anything. I'd still really like to talk.

[chordoverstreet]

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[the-quinniefab]

It was fine. How about yours?

[samuraievans]

Only fine? That doesn't sound like you had a lot of fun. Mine was pretty great though. I really like getting to spend time with my family. It makes this place feel more like home for me.

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

[puckerjakes]

Welcome back to reality, man.  It was pretty awesome.  I think I ate myself into a food coma too.  You should come by before Hannukkah is over, man.  

[samuraievans]

All the best holidays have food comas. I'd love to. Do I need to bring anything? I don't know much about Hanukkah. 

[samuraievans]

Just woke up from my turkey coma.

It only took a couple days. Okay, it wasn't really all just that, but I do I need to hit the gym. Bad. How was everyone's holiday?

[princesskittywilde]

I understand if you don’t ever wanna speak to me again, you know to save things with Quinn.

[samuraievans]

Wait, why wouldn't I want to talk to you anymore? It was my own fault, but like, Quinn and I aren't a couple or anything.

[princesskittywilde]

Yes, you can.

How are you holding up? I figured I’d ask after the whole gossip blog, bullshit.

[samuraievans]

Good, then consider it changed.

Alright, I guess. I don't think Quinn's very happy, but she said she'd talk to me at least.

[tastefullyoffensive]

[samuraievans]

If Superheroes Had Part-Time Jobs by Chow Hon Lam