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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 27, 2011 16:48:41 GMT -5
[/color]A smile appearing on her face once again after she’d spoken. Quinn knew that this time would be better, she wouldn’t get distracted and this time it would be right. After all, she may have been super protective of her own emotions but she didn’t want to hurt Sam like she had before, especially since he’d somehow managed to forgive her. He was a good guy, even more so than Finn and she knew he deserved better than her, but for as long as their feelings were mutual she’d enjoy every moment of it. The blonde looked down at the floor as they carried on walking down the street, then looked around to see if there was anybody about. There wasn’t which was unusual but also quite romantic. It felt like one of those cheesy, 1980’s romance films. It was nice though, because there was nobody about to ruin the atmosphere – well, that was apart from Quinn herself, who would probably do something embarrassing before the night was over like always. Her eyes drifted slowly back to Sam and their still intertwined hands, then just as she looked up at him he said about his dancing issues and she couldn’t help but giggle. “As long as you’re not going to break anybody’s nose like Finn I’m sure we can cope,”[/color] She joked, smiling back at him. Then, something popped into her head and a surge of excitement flooded through her. “Can I show you something?” She asked, her excitement slightly showing in her tone of voice. “It’s kind of special to me?” [/color]The blonde continued, not bothering to wait for a reply before she tightened her grip slightly on his hand. Quinn, then began turning corners and walking through a small park before they arrived at their destination. Her thoughts were clouded with memories, mainly of sadder times but this place had meant a lot to her once. “Follow me!” She muttered, before climbing over a few branches and throw a bush. It seemed so childish now, but her last visit here hadn’t been that long ago. “Tada!”[/color] She said as she stopped in the middle of a small grass patch which was now slightly overgrown. This had been her secret hideout during sophomore year, whenever she needed and escape from the real world or even just needed a place where she could be alone she’d come here. Her last visit had been just after sectionals two years ago, she’d never been since and nobody had ever seen it. It was like her small section of peace, a place where she could just sit and think. There were still the old flowerbeds she’d planted and a few small tree stumps which she used to sit on. Although, most of it was now overgrown, but it still felt special to her and she hoped Sam would feel it too. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]  [/center] W O R D S * 657 ;;
T H O U G H T S * sorry mines so long XD;;
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Sept 27, 2011 18:34:59 GMT -5
"I love you, too." It wasn't much, but it was enough to send Sam over the moon and back in barely more than a couple seconds. He didn't just throw those words around on a daily basis, so he was never sure how they would be accepted. Since he'd only ever gone to all-boys' schools before going to McKinley, he didn't have much experience with girls. He tried to care about their feelings and stuff, but sometimes he came across as just awkward, and other times girls assumed he was gay. He didn't have most of those worries with Quinn, but he still felt like he was a little quirky when he talked to her. Sam knew that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but he still wasn't sure what she would think when he spit out the L-word all of a sudden. So when she said she loved him back, it just set something off with him that made him feel like he was on the best natural high of his life.
Sam wasn't sure where to go from there. She'd told him he loved her, too, so now what? If this was one of his mom's romance novels, he probably would have kissed her, but he wasn't so sure. But he didn't have anything else to say if he wasn't going to kiss her. Oh, my God...what do I do?! he thought, but he was unable to answer his own question. To tell the truth, things were natural with Quinn most of the time, but right then, he had no idea what he was doing. He was so lost. If he kissed her, it would be appropriate timing, but it would still be their first kiss since getting back together and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that....he didn't want to screw up such a huge milestone, after all. But he didn't want to spend the rest of the date in silence, either.
So he went for it. It didn't last all that long - unless more time had passed than Sam knew about - but it was enough to tie his stomach into knots and set off a whole bunch of butterflies in his chest.
Sam's eyes drifted back down to their clasped hands and he cracked a smile, his hair falling in his eyes as he looked down at the pavement. He couldn't believe he just did that, either; this night was definitely a huge night of firsts. But he meant what he said when he told Quinn he loved her, so he didn't care what happened, as long as he was here with her. If he screwed something up, he knew she wouldn't care the way she used to; she'd probably just giggle and they could move on, and Sam loved that about them. It was one of the best parts of them being...well, them. Laughing at Quinn's comment about his dancing, he replied, "Hopefully not. I wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face."
Sam started to get excited the minute Quinn did, anticipation rising up in his gut as soon as she offered to show him something special to her. He was curious as to what it could possibly be, but was mostly just excited because he knew it had to be pretty special since she was so excited about showing him whatever it was. Sam said nothing, but had a smile plastered onto his face, his eyes never tearing away from Quinn's face as she led him through a small, green park and through a bush. He ended up with a few leaves stuck in his hair, which he almost laughed at, but thought better of it before simply reaching up to brush them out of his bangs. Noticing there was a twig stuck in Quinn's hair, too, he plucked it out and tucked the stray lock of hair behind her ear, unable to keep himself from smiling.
What Quinn had wanted to show him wasn't anything remarkable - it was just an overgrown patch of grass with a couple tree stumps and a patch or two of wilting flowers - but Sam saw the beauty in it simply because Quinn found it so special. "So, is this, like, your secret hideout or something?" he asked with a lopsided grin on his face. He used to have one of those back home in Tennessee before moving to Ohio; it was a tree house that his dad built for him when he was six. It was really small and by the time he was a freshman, he had to squeeze through the trapdoor and was too tall for the ceiling, but he loved it. Sam used to go up there and read comics when his parents started fighting about money or whatever else they were bickering about when he was home from boarding school. It was suddenly clear why a place like this was so special to Quinn after he remembered how easy it was to escape everything in his old tree house.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 28, 2011 14:06:19 GMT -5
[/color]She answered his question, taking another look around before her eyes returned to him. “I haven’t been here in quite a while, but it’s special to me...just like you are.” [/color]She replied, smiling at him her eyes fully focused on his. This date would forever be embedded into her brain, she knew that for sure and she liked the idea of never forgetting this night because she didn’t want to. Their first date, their first kiss and after all they’d been through together. It felt so real but so much like a dream at the same time. It was like she knew it was too good to be true, but foolishly believed and went along with it because this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be with him and she wanted this date to be special, this whole thing was exactly what she wanted. The blonde had to admit she was slightly nervous of what the future would hold for them, but she didn’t want to focus on that because she honestly felt like this time would be real and would be forever. They were so good together and she hadn’t realized exactly how much she’d actually missed him, until he’d kissed her a few minutes ago. Turns out, she’d missed him and awful lot but that period of her life was over and as they put it ‘Green Pastures lie ahead’. Whoever ‘they’ are that is. Quinn couldn’t help but kiss him again, even though there were tons of butterflies in her stomach and she wasn’t sure whether it was the right thing to do or not – she just could help it. It was nice though, that tonight they didn’t have to pretend or hide anything like they did at school and at the dance they wouldn’t either. She couldn’t deny the fact that she was really looking forward to the dance as well, mainly because of him. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] W O R D S * 529 ;;
T H O U G H T S * couldn't beat that XD;;
M U S I C * today was a fairytale - taylor swift ;;
T A G G E D * sam evans ;;
W E A R I N G * wearing ;;
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Sept 28, 2011 16:46:00 GMT -5
Sam still couldn't believe he had kissed Quinn, but he was too consumed in it for his confliction to last much longer. It had ended sooner than it should have, but somehow, he knew there would be plenty more where that came from, if not today then at some later date; he didn't care when. It was just suddenly clear to him that Quinn was his, and for good this time. For some reason, that kiss had sealed the deal, leaving him feeling like this time around, she wasn't about to run off with Finn or leave him wanting more answers. Somehow, he felt like that moment had been like some kind of promise, a promise that he could trust. Sam knew how crazy it sounded, but his head was spinning, so whatever nonsense came out of him could be blamed on his raging hormones. At least he had that excuse for his stupidity this time around. But despite certainty about the whole thing, he still had the sneaking suspicion that he was going to be woken up any moment by the blare of his alarm. The last thing he wanted was for this to be a dream, and for him to sit bolt upright and find himself tangled in his sheets at the crack of dawn, but this date was getting better with every passing moment, so he couldn't help but feel that none of this could be reality.
"That might be a good thing. It means you weren't upset enough to need the time alone," Sam pointed out when Quinn mentioned that she hadn't been to her hideout for a long time. He couldn't help but keep picturing his old tree house, and even somewhat miss it, because now there was no separation from him or anyone else. It was like something was forcing him to stay stuck like glue to his friends and family, and keep him from having a secret. Sometimes he missed the days when he was all alone, basking in the glory of the things he couldn't share with everybody. Some secrets were too big to have to hide, but others were the types of things that put a little knowing smile on your face just thinking about how precious and exclusive the knowledge was.
Sam was snapped out of his thoughts again when he heard Quinn mention that he was special to her, too, and one of those knowing smiles crossed his face. He supposed that relationships were an excuse to keep secrets - only you had to know about what happened, because it just wasn't anyone else's business. That was good enough for him. Sam's eyes started to drift towards Quinn's home, and then back down to their intertwined hands, before he mumbled sheepishly, "You're special to me, too." All of a sudden, he wished he had something special to share with her, but he couldn't think of anything. But the minute he thought of it, he'd jump on the opportunity; he wanted to be able to put his trust in Quinn, too, and kind of felt like she deserved it. After all, she was giving him a private glimpse into her mind by showing her this, and Sam felt like he sort of owed her the same...because this place was so personal, and he almost felt like he was invading her privacy just by being there. But it really was special, like Quinn, and as long as she was there with him, he was happy as is.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 29, 2011 18:42:31 GMT -5
   Quinn didn’t seem to care about anything apart from him and their time together now, although she felt a little stupid for bringing him here now. After all, she’d probably end up tripping over a rock or tree stump or even a root of one of the large trees. That would definitely not be good, she didn’t want to fall flat on her butt and embarrass the hell out of herself. So, she tried to focus on not making a fool out of herself as well as everything else, but she couldn’t help get distracted by how amazing this night was going so far. She’d asked him to the dance, well sort of and he’d said yes and they’d had their first kiss – after the reunion and everything was going perfectly. The blonde couldn’t help but have high hopes for the dance that was just one week away. She was determined to make sure Sam was proud to call her his date, because she knew she would be proud of him no matter what. Quinn was just unsure of whether he would feel the same about her in public, because after what she had put him through she wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t want to tell anybody that they had come together and stuff. Although, she hoped he would be and would do everything within her power to make sure he was.
The blonde’s thoughts whizzed around her head, as she kept getting distracted by so many different things. The sound of Sam’s voice pulled her away from her world of thoughts when he said that she was special to him too and that made her smile as she looked up at him, before hugging him slightly. “Thank you.”
[/color] She replied, before pulling away and making eye contact with him again. As soon as their eyes met she was always lost in them somehow, it was like she could see everything good in them even when she was upset or something. He was just so sweet, kind and gentlemanly, the complete opposite of everything Quinn had ever been but she managed to see the best in herself whenever she was around him and she was pretty sure that other people saw it as well. She just couldn’t help but try to make him proud and happy, even when they weren’t dating she tried not to show her jealousy for Santana too much. After all, the only thing she wanted for Sam was for him to be as happy as he made her and if that involved her having to leave his life, then she would sacrifice that. See, if this had been any other guy she would’ve gotten revenge on the girl who stole him from her or something like that. He’d changed her, but definitely for the better. She was just glad that what made him happy right now was her; she didn’t plan on letting that go anytime soon. The blonde had fallen even more in love with him than she had been before, which was crazy but true. Those people who said nobody was perfect obviously had never met Samuel Evans and his nerdy jokes, dopey smile, kind words and above all forgiving nature. Sure, she had heard some people say bad things about him behind his back last year, but she’d never joined in – not even when she was angry at him for breaking up with her. He may not have been perfect to other people, but to her – he was. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] W O R D S * 529 ;;
T H O U G H T S * couldn't beat that XD;;
M U S I C * today was a fairytale - taylor swift ;;
T A G G E D * sam evans ;;
W E A R I N G * wearing ;;
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Oct 3, 2011 17:05:02 GMT -5
Sam was trying not to stress about their going public as much as possible, but there was a tiny voice creeping in the back of his mind reminding him that going as Quinn's date to the dance was a kind of tell-all - there wouldn't be any secrets after it, and it wasn't that he was worried so much as annoyed. He just liked being able to look at Quinn and feel like they were sharing a secret that everyone else wasn't in on, almost like their own little private joke (though he knew that their relationship wasn't one of those "Just kidding!" types of flings). Sam knew he would miss the moments being satisfied with the fact that their relationship was a secret and hoped that the pressure of becoming one of the new couples at McKinley wouldn't ruin them, but he was strong enough now not to crumble under pressure. That was a lesson he'd learned after it got out that his family was practically broke - his true friends in glee club may have been receptive, but the jocks and other kids at school were...well, they were all asses about it, to tell the truth. But if what they said about karma and how if you change one event, it throws the whole universe off was true, Sam wouldn't have changed it for a million bucks, because he didn't want to lose Quinn for anything. She was the best thing in his life, honestly, and he didn't think he could stand to lose her again.
Sam's heart skipped a beat when Quinn leaned in and hugged him, her body warm against his, and all he could think once she had let go was that it hadn't lasted long enough. Every second of being with her never felt like it was enough - he wanted these things to last forever, which was a big, big stretch, and he knew it, too, but every moment of being close to her was perfect. He couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if every moment felt like that - perfect - and he figured that's why no one's life really was perfect; because it would be enough to drive them crazy with happiness. He didn't mind, though. Sam was thankful for his perfectly unperfect life, so having Quinn as the only truthfully perfect part of it was good enough for him. Sometimes he hated listening to his parents fight or wished he could just disappear or wake up in another place when his siblings were being pains in the butt, but he wouldn't want to throw the world of balance by giving up any of the hard parts for more of the good. Just one ray of sunshine was always enough to light up a whole life.
"You're welcome," Sam replied with a half-smile still on his face, not really sure how to continue, but the few words he had left to say seemed like enough. It wasn't much, but he knew he hadn't messed anything up and that was enough to make him feel like he'd done enough right to make Quinn happy. Honestly, that was all he felt like this date was about, and it was all he cared about tonight - making her happy. It wasn't about him; there was no reason to try and make it about him. Tonight, his whole world revolved around her, and if she was happy, he was happy. They were together and that was enough for him, so as long as it was enough for Quinn, there was no reason to freak out on himself.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Oct 7, 2011 15:11:53 GMT -5
Quinn was enjoying every minute of her time here with Sam, it was like she’d finally got something right instead of messing up all the time. She’d screwed up so many times, but this time felt different and better. She felt like maybe this time would be better, she’d ‘get it right’ and finally have a happy ending of her own. Although, she really didn’t want to get her hopes up any more than they already were because she knew more than anybody that life’s a bitch. It can make everything go your way and then karma will come around and throw it all in your face, but she was determined that she’d do her very best to be honest with him this time. There would be no hiding secrets or going behind his back this time, she’d be true and try her hardest to stick to that promise.
Sam’s voice interrupted her thoughts again, but she really didn’t mind that he was the one that was interrupting her. She loved that about him, most of the other boys she’d dated were more wary with her than he was – it made everything seem reckless, but in a really good way. It was nice to feel like a child again and not have to worry about anything else when they were together because whenever they were close – and even when they weren’t – he was all that mattered to her. She just loved the fact that he could be so sweet and caring, but at the same time make her feel like a she was in kindergarten again. The list of things she loved about him could’ve gone on forever, because that was honestly how she felt in that moment. She really didn’t want this night to end either, it was going so perfectly and everything seemed so much happier. She had a date to the dance, their relationship would go public and she won’t have to bother lying about it anymore. Although, she probably would end up ignoring most people’s questions because after all, she really hated how everybody was constantly on them last time. This time it would be more private, rather than telling one person and it spreading round the whole school like a wildfire. Some privacy was nice in a relationship and she knew it would be in theirs. “So, what do you wanna do now?”
[/color] She asked, smiling up at him. [/justify] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] W O R D S * 404 ;;
T H O U G H T S * sorry its so short, i just wanted to get a post up!;;
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Oct 9, 2011 7:59:08 GMT -5
"So, what do you wanna do now?" Sam didn't know how to answer this question, for once; he usually blurted out whatever first came to mind when asked these types of questions, but now, he didn't have anything to say. Part of him wanted to keep wandering, maybe get lost and draw out the time he could spend with Quinn, but the rest of him was glued to this spot. Sometimes, he liked the idea of just sitting in the quiet and catching up, and here they were, already in Quinn's little secret hideout. It was the perfect place to learn about her all over again. After all, some things he could tell just by being around her, but others, you really had to ask about before you were going to find answers. And he couldn't help it; Quinn made him curious.
"You wouldn't mind if we just hung around here for awhile, would you?" Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow and settling in a soft, overgrown patch of grass. He rested his elbows on his knees and stared up at Quinn with his best puppy dog eyes, the smile on his face somewhat ruining the illusion. He couldn't help but be happy and want to show it, even when he was trying to play around. It still seemed like it was a dream, that he and Quinn were finally together. When he was little, he'd always hated fairytales because he'd known there were never any real happy endings, but yet here he was, living his own dream come true. Sam would probably never feel like Prince Charming, but when he was with Quinn, he came pretty close.
Sam still didn't want his relationship news traveling around the school, but as long as they didn't tell anyone anything, they'd be all right just going to the dance together. People might stare, yeah, but there wasn't much he could do about that. The last thing he wanted, though, was to become the 'IT' couple again and have all the pressure forced on them. They weren't Brangelina; you couldn't make up a stupid mash-up name and stalk relationship details in real life. Sam supposed the reason why kids at McKinley tried to make life so much like Hollywood was that they wished that was where they were, instead of knowing they were going to be stuck in a little cow town their whole life. But he still didn't think that was an excuse for butting in on other people's business. As long as he was with Quinn, though, he wouldn't have anything to worry about. This time, he knew they'd stick together no matter what, instead of crumbling under pressure like the last.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Oct 18, 2011 14:56:55 GMT -5
“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.” Quinn replied smiling, as long as she was with Sam right now she didn’t really care what they did. His cute puppy eyes just made her want to stay even more, even if he was smiling his usual dopey smile at the same time. She always wondered how everything he did seemed so cute, when he wasn’t even trying. She would never change him though, he was perfect just the way he was. Although, she didn’t understand why he loved her, she never had. After all, he was amazing and kind and everything, but she was just plain and ordinary and her. The blonde also couldn’t believe that he’d accepted her apology, because she’d expected him to just throw her out in the cold like she’d made the mistake of doing to him last year. It seemed crazy that any of this was actually real; it felt like she was living in some fictional romance novel.
Her whole life seemed so surreal right now, it had never been this perfect before but she wasn’t going to argue with it. She was planning on making it last as long as possible, which she knew wouldn’t be much longer since her life usually sucked a lot but she didn’t care right now. All she cared about was Sam and their relationship. Sure, she didn’t want the news of their relationship flying around the school and having everyone on their backs constantly asking them about their dating life. That pressure wasn’t nice, especially not when you’d only just got back together with someone after you did something horrible to them. So, she wasn’t planning on telling anyone anything about their relationship unless it was necessary. Quinn really wanted it to work out this time, she didn’t want to break her own heart...again.
The blonde sat down next to Sam, looking around her little hideout. It seemed so long since she’d ever needed this place, she’d started locking herself in her room instead when she got upset. Although, sitting here now with Sam felt nice and she didn’t care about anything else. Quinn couldn’t resist though, she had to ask that question that had been bugging her all this time. “Why do you love me, Sam?” She asked, looking down at the overgrown grass and playing with a small blade of it.
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T H O U G H T S * couldn't beat that XD;;
M U S I C * today was a fairytale - taylor swift ;;
T A G G E D * sam evans ;;
W E A R I N G * wearing ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; template by RoyaLe [/url] of Caution 2.0[/font][/size] [/center] |
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Nov 11, 2011 11:01:23 GMT -5
"Good," Sam said with a slight smile when Quinn said she wouldn't mind staying there for awhile. Her hideout was starting to grow on him. Nothing was happening there, and he loved it. There was no world to stare at them if they walked down the street holding hands, or no one to question anything. It was like they were the only two people on the face of the earth, and he couldn't help but like it. He always felt like he wanted Quinn all to himself and now he finally had her alone. It wasn't like they didn't get any alone time; it was just that at school, they had to keep things under wraps, and he liked not having to hide. But, unfortunately, that could only happen when the two were by themselves. Not that he really minded, because he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather be sitting in the grass with in the middle of the woods than Quinn Fabray.
Sam watched as Quinn started to play with a blade of grass. Something seemed to be bothering her, and he was busy trying to figure out what when she asked distractedly, "Why do you love me, Sam?" Sam bit down on his tongue. It wasn't a hard question to answer; he just didn't want to disappoint her. A million answers were flooding his brain, but he couldn't make sense of any of it enough to come up with something good to say. He loved her for too many reasons to condense it into one sentence, and he knew that if he started, he'd just keep going for the whole night and wouldn't be able to stop. There was no one reason that outweighed the rest enough to sum it all up, but then again, wasn't that the great thing about love? You couldn't cut it down or shorten it just to make it sound better. It was the things you couldn't put your finger on that made it so beautiful.
"Because you always surprise me. You say things when I'm least expecting them," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "And because you always make me wish I had another minute when it's time to say goodbye. And because you're somebody I don't have to change for. You wouldn't care if I wanted to be a complete dork and start dancing in the middle of the sidewalk; I'd just do it and you would probably just laugh at me and think I was crazy. But you wouldn't think it was a bad thing if I was crazy...if that makes any sense." He couldn't help but crack a smile and open his mouth to keep going before realizing he should probably stop himself. "God, I'm gonna be talking for hours if I don't stop there," he admitted, biting his lip sheepishly.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Nov 11, 2011 19:23:02 GMT -5
Quinn kept herself occupied, well more like distracted, with the blades of grass. She was honestly curious about it all, everything about why he liked her, but she didn’t want to show any emotion in this situation at all. That way the answer she was expecting would hurt less when he actually said it, because she thought he was going to say ‘I don’t know, I don’t think I love you.’ She knew that hearing that spoken out loud would hurt her so much more than anything else. The blonde never liked letting people know where they stood with her, that way she could build up a guard and protect herself against anything or anybody that could hurt her. Though, that was what made Sam so special to her. The fact that no matter how hard she tried, he always seemed to find a way around her walls and into her thoughts. She couldn’t keep anything from him, because she couldn’t stand the thought of her guards getting in the way of them. She’d felt that way even when they were nothing more than friends, that was why she’d asked if she could help baby sit last year. She couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him anymore than she already had.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands wrap around her from behind as he answered her question. She was completely distracted by him, in that moment. She just enjoyed their closeness and how they didn’t have to hide anything while they were here, like they did whenever they were at school. If she was honest, it hurt her slightly whenever they passed in the corridor or had to sit near each other in Glee Club, but could do or say anything that would give them away. Sure, it was what she wanted, what they both did – the escape from the pressure, but sometimes she couldn’t help wondering if it might work without them pretending nothing was going on. Though, she always remembered how bad an idea that was. After all, you just had to look at their past to see that things weren’t exactly great the first time around. She swore this time would be different, everything would go right and she wouldn’t make any silly mistakes. Quinn promised herself and him, that she’d be completely honest this time. That was the only way this was going to work – if they were both completely honest.
Then, when he said he could go on forever she smiled and leant into him, happily. He was so warm compared to her, or maybe it was just her own imagination. She just liked having him there for her, after all this time. Finn had never made her feel as accepted and loved as Sam had. She never liked to put it this way, but Quinn and Finn both knew they were both just rebounds – Quinn for Sam, Finn for Rachel. It was as simple as that, or at least that’s what she thought it was. The blonde didn’t care for Finn anymore now, he was just as friend. They’d both agreed that, that was what was best. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Nov 23, 2011 14:42:33 GMT -5
Sam couldn't help but love being so close to him, but he felt a twinge of hurt when he remembered that they would have to go back to normal the next day at school. He loved the privacy of their relationship and liked that moments like these never had spectators, but it was hard trying to hide the chemistry. Sometimes in the hallway when they passed each other, he'd have the feeling like he just wanted to drop everything and kiss her with everyone watching, but he didn't want the gossip to tear them apart again. People just couldn't shut up and mind their own business, which was what had ruined them the last time. Sam used to think it was Quinn's fault for trying to manipulate him, but she wasn't to blame. He just wasn't good enough for anyone else, and that's why she'd done it. He understood now. It just took awhile of getting to know her better and getting to know the school better to catch on. But it made a lot more sense to him now, that the pressure was on her, not him. He couldn't blame her for anything that had happened back then.
Sam bit his lip as he remembered the feeling that had followed their break-up last year. It wasn't even like he was hurting; he just felt...empty. Something about Quinn had always fit perfectly with him. Their personalities had almost changed to fit each other's. Quinn was always nice when they were alone back then, but Sam had felt like he couldn't keep up, and that had driven them both nuts, and eventually pulled them apart. But now, they both seemed to be acting more like themselves. Sam knew he was a million times happier, because before, he could pretend like he wasn't still sore over losing her, but that wouldn't make it true. He was a lot more hurt, even earlier this year, than he was willing to admit. But after everything had been settled, the whole world started to seem a lot lighter. Quinn was his, and that was really all he'd ever wanted. The popularity craze, the working out, joining glee club...that had really all been for her; he couldn't try to deny it.
"I could say the same about you," Sam whispered, smiling into the kiss that followed Quinn's compliment. He didn't try to deny what she had said, though he didn't think he was all that special. Quinn was what made him special. He only ever felt right with her. It was like they were connected somehow, in a weird way. Thinking about this brought a point to his attention, and his heart suddenly seemed to sink deep down into the pit of his stomach. Quinn was a senior this year, and he wasn't. He suddenly felt kind of sick thinking about it. He didn't know what was going to happen to them after this year. He couldn't just drop out of school, after all; someone in his family had to go out and do something. If his dad couldn't support his family, he would get a scholarship and support them. But at the same time, losing her seemed almost unbearable. "What am I going to do without you next year?" he sighed, resting his chin on the top of her head. The question seemed pretty much unanswerable.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Nov 24, 2011 14:18:04 GMT -5
Quinn loved everything about this situation, and not just because she was with Sam – but because they had some privacy, away from judgmental eye of anyone from McKinley. It seemed more peaceful now than it ever had when she was younger, she didn’t know if it was because she’d grown up or because Sam was here now too and she was happy – although, she definitely had a feeling that it was reason two. It was just that everything seemed better when she was with him, like everything was finally complete and she could be happy. He knew her probably better than anyone else apart from her mom, because she generally didn’t like people knowing what she was thinking or where they stood with her – but with Sam she couldn’t help it, he just broke down those walls. It was dangerous for her, she knew that. It didn’t matter though, she just wanted him to be happy and if knowing things about herself made him happy, all he’d have to do was ask.
The blonde was so curious about him too though, after all there were still a lot of things she didn’t know about him – things that she’d like to know. It seemed inappropriate to ruin this situation with pointless questions, so she just decided to keep her mouth shut for now. She even did when he complimented her, because she knew she wasn’t amazing though arguing would ruin this moment. Instead she just enjoyed the proximity between them and the fact that they could do anything here and nobody would see or know. Quinn wished they could just stay like this forever, together, happy and alone. It pained her every time she saw him in public and knew she could do anything. It got even worse for her when they were in Glee Club because they were so close and still couldn’t do anything or give anything away, but she also knew that going public would create too much pressure for both of them to stand and end up forcing them apart like it had before.
Her thoughts were then interrupted when Sam spoke again, asking what he was going to do without her next year and that made something horrible twist in her stomach. She hated the thought of leaving him; she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Quinn wanted to leave Lima at the end of this year so badly, just to escape and never come back – start a fresh somewhere else. Though, if Sam was here this would be where she wanted to be. She had tried to plan her life after high school through college during the summer, but she’d never thought that she’d ever be held behind because of a boy – let alone Sam. The blonde sighed slightly as she thought, she’d only just managed to get over her fear of the future but it seemed like that same fear was engulfing her right now. “I honestly don’t know, I can’t leave Lima if you’re still here.”
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Dec 18, 2011 12:22:49 GMT -5
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notes look who finally got off her lazy butt and posted c; [/style] [/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,225,true][atrb=height,525,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:225px; height:525px; background-color: #949494; ] All of a sudden, it seemed to hit Sam like a ton of bricks. It hadn't even felt that bad when he was saying it, but after the words were out - "without you next year" - it felt like somebody was stabbing him in the gut. Sam knew he wouldn't survive Lima without her. Quinn was the only sunshine in this stupid cow town; she made it feel like things were happening where nothing ever did. A part of him seemed to disappear even just thinking about losing her, like she was taking a part of him with her even before she was already gone. He wanted Quinn to have a good future and all, but the thought of even a week without her seemed unbearable...it was crazy. When his family moved to Lima, he'd never imagined this kind of attachment. He'd actually hated it - getting totally uprooted from his old school, leaving all his friends behind. It had been the worst thing he could've possibly imagined. If the Old Sam could've seen him now, he probably would've been embarrassed. Liking anything or anyone in Lima had seemed impossible, but now, he couldn't imagine being anywhere else...or with anyone else. Quinn was what made Lima feel like home to him.
It seemed to hurt more when Quinn suggested the idea of flunking. It hadn't occurred to him that maybe he meant as much to her as she meant to him until now, but once he thought of it, it made him feel important...but also bad for mattering so much that it would hold her back. He was honestly scared for her. He didn't want to be the thing that held her back if she had a whole future ahead of her. Sam wanted Quinn to be able to go to college and get out of Lima, but he at the same time, he didn't want to lose her. The idea that she would maybe be willing to give up everything for him was exciting to that part of him that never wanted to have to say goodbye, but he also didn't want her to do it. Colleges looked at grades, after all, and if she flunked once, it would definitely make things harder for her in the future. But thinking of the words 'college' and 'Quinn' in the same sentence made it harder for Sam to breathe, because he knew that would mean losing her, at least for a year until he managed to get out of Lima.
Then it hit him. At first, it seemed like maybe the worst idea he'd ever come up with. His parents would kill him for it...but again, if he skipped senior year and got a job, he would be able to support them. Dropping out would completely rule college out of the question, but if Quinn got to have her future and he never had to say goodbye, it would be worth it for Sam. He could still get out of Lima and get a job somewhere else, near wherever Quinn was going to college. He could send money home to his family...Stevie and Stacy wouldn't have to live so uncomfortably. He knew it was crazy, and his parents would flip, but strangely enough, he was less afraid of dropping out than he was of facing another year of high school without Quinn.
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