#f2f: sam

[amiyahsoul]

Heads or Tails

Mercedes: The stainless steel butcher’s knife, slide through the apple with ease. The rhythmic, pace Mercedes set would have made a nice beat, if she was in the head space to hear it. The pile of chopped from was already more than Mackenna could consume in a week but Mercedes kept chopping anyway. She only had a few more hours to make a life altering decision. And neither option suited her current desires. Mackenna danced happily in the family room, singing along once again, to Encanto. Mercedes looked over at the kids, smiling softly. With each move Mack the boys’ little eyes follow her as if she was the most wondrous thing in the world. Which Mercedes assumed she was at the moment. “What am I going to do?” She wondered aloud lying the knife down on the counter.

[karcngillns]

Please tell me that whoever you’re with will let me steal you away for five minutes. Might be committing sacrilege by fraternizing with a Brit, but it certainly hasn’t stopped me before. 

[mckheightsblainearchive]

Although Blaine had been a tiny bit nervous about tonight after what Santana had told him about Lima Heights parties, he was having a great time so far. He’d met some really nice people, got to catch up with both old and hopefully new friends and had even managed to convince Santana to join the glee club. He might have also had quite a few drinks already, thanks to Puck, but it’s not like he was going to complain. He was here to have fun after all.

The only thing that was missing, was that he hadn’t had the chance to talk to Sammy yet. So when he spotted his new friend, the smile on his face grew even wider. “Sammy! Finally, I’m so glad I found you,” Blaine exclaimed, as he approached the other guy. “I love this place. I love it so much. Did you know there’s a guy in the kitchen mixing drinks based on your personality?” he said, looking down at the bright red fruity drink in his hand, that somehow seemed to match the colour of his skinny jeans and the stripes on his bow tie perfectly. “We hadn’t met before, of course, but mine kind of tastes like rainbows and sunshine, so I hope that means I left a good impression. What have you been up to tonight? Are you having fun?”

[numberfivefinn]

closed starter for @cityevans​

“Cheers to a successful couple of years, and may there be more cotton in the future,” Finn cheered, raising a toast before sitting down next to Sam. “Congrats again, man. You and Kurt are awesome together. And it’s not even too long until we become real bros as well,” he grinned.

[ginsburgberry]

a star is (not) born | samchel

So far, Rachel was having a much better party experience than she’d had at the Beta Bash. Not only was she a good deal more sober than she had been then, but she hadn’t had any tense or stressful moments. She’d stuck with Blaine after they arrived, but Rachel had an arrangement and Blaine had friends to catch up with, so they’d pinky-promised to link back up right after Rachel got off stage.

Because, fortunately for Rachel (and probably unfortunately for everyone else), the twenty dollars Rachel had slipped to the girl throwing the party hadn’t been in vain: they’d found and set up a microphone.

Which meant Rachel got to sing, and her plans with Sam could carry on exactly as planned, and she wouldn’t even have to use the backup mic and mini speaker she’d managed to cram into her teeny tiny purse.

Rachel hadn’t found Sam in the throng full of people, and no one she’d described him to (’blond, sweet as anything, kind of...you know, with the lips?’) had seen him yet, so Rachel could only assume he hadn’t arrived yet. They hadn’t set a specific time, but...

But Rachel really wanted to sing.

So she shoved through the party-goers until she made it to the front of the house; it was only a few minutes before she spotted him, blond and happy and Rachel couldn’t help her excited little squeal.

“Sam!” Rachel called, closing the distance between them quickly - she was tiny, sure, but she’d finally located her target. “Sam! Sam, hi!” Rachel beamed up at him, bouncing a little.

“Do you want to start our performance now, or do you want to do a quick lap around the party first?”

[danixlore]

@samuel-lore

Weekends were always Danielle’s favorites. Not just because it meant no classes, but because it gave her an excuse to crash at her brother’s place for a couple days. Sam had always been protective of her and her sisters, always wanted to keep an eye out for them--so when it came time for college and moving away to dorm, she knew it wasn’t easy for him. Which is why she started coming over on days she didn’t have classes. Sometimes it was just to hang out, or even to use his washing machine, but it soon became a habit. Soon she was leaving clothes there and some of her things, was buying food for herself to keep in his fridge. Soon enough, it was practically like she was half moved in. 

It’d surprised their parents at first since Samuel had been closer with their sister Colette, but as they got older, Dani found she had more in common with her big brother than she’d realized and she wanted to spend more time with him.

So now it was the early evening of Friday and after a long day of classes and studying she made her way to his place, a bag of food dangling off her arm as she used her key to get in. “Sammy?” she called out as she let herself in. “You home? I have Chinese food!”

[ryansfabray]

Lucky - Glee Performance Lucky Week ( @sammythedominant )

[quinnofcastleport]

take a second chance | fabrevans

WHO: Quinn Fabray & Sam Evans ( @inkedsevans​ )

WHAT: Does it count as an interview if the person doing the hiring has no idea wtf is going on?

WHERE: The Maggie.

WHEN: Mid-December bc Julie’s late af.

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, probably? Probably allusion to family trouble?

It was harder than Quinn thought, getting herself to step through The Maggie’s doorway - for just a moment, she really did consider bolting and trashing the entire idea, and then she remembered that she couldn’t do that, that this was literally her last and only valid option, and so she squared her shoulders and marched on through.

She spotted Sam behind the counter immediately, and ignored the way people’s eyes landed on her, the way the talk either silenced or moved to curious whispers as she passed through. She was more or less used to it; people had talked about her all her life, and she was hardly a regular. She would probably talk too, if she was them.

Quinn stopped at the counter’s edge and cleared her throat to get Sam’s attention, then met his eye.

“I’m here about the bartending job.” It came out like a statement, and Quinn suddenly remembered that she was not only asking for a job, but for a favor - The Maggie was to Sam’s family what The Knight’s Gazette was to Quinn’s, and if just anybody walked in the doors like they owned the place, she’d throw them out before they could say ‘read all about it’.

But she wasn’t just anyone. She was Quinn Fabray, and she could do this.

So. She took the tiniest breath and tried again: “If you have the time to talk about it now, that is? I can come back, if there’s a better time.”