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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Jul 28, 2011 7:52:07 GMT -5
  Quinn sighed, looking down at her slushie stained shoes and thinking back. She’d tried to block those few weeks out of her mind, because they weren’t exactly the best weeks of her life and she thought that if she didn’t think of them maybe they’d just go away. Though, it didn’t take her long to realize that, that had been a stupid idea and those weeks would ‘haunt’ her forever. So, she’d just learnt to put up with it. The small amounts of pain she felt every time she saw Sam or Finn in the hallways or at her locker, the pain when she wanted to apologize but couldn’t. She was use to it now, but actually talking about it...that would be a lot harder. The blonde decided to try anyway in the hope that maybe then the pain might just stop or at least get a little better, in the hope that maybe something good might just come out of this.
The blonde sighed again, before she opened her mouth to at least try and explain it from her side. She went to sit on the counter near the sink, because her legs had started to ache a little bit just standing in that same position for so long. “Finn, he was like my first love...before you came to this school and well, you know about my pregnancy and everything but I lied to him. I told him it was his baby, when it wasn’t and when he found out... I hurt him bad.” Quinn began to explain, managing to keep her voice steady and away from breaking. “Then, w...when we kissed that day at the booth. It, well, it made me think that maybe I could fix it. Fix him. What I’d done to him was terrible and I’m no good with words, so it was the only chance I had to maybe get things right.” She carried on, feeling so stupid. This felt so much like therapy, but she knew that explaining it to Sam would be better then telling some crazy old lady who thought you could fix all your problems by lying down and talking to a stranger about it. “So, we began...meeting. Only for short times and we never went further then second base, trust me. I thought what I was doing was right, until I realized that what I was doing to you was the same thing I’d done to Finn...” The blonde continued her voice on the edge of breaking but she just managed to hold it together. “I hated myself for it and I decided that I was going to end whatever was happening between me and Finn, but...you found out about it and Finn was there. So, I felt like I had no choice but to go along with it...” She finished explaining, realizing what she did sounded much worse when she actually said it.
“Though, trust me Sam...” Quinn muttered, feeling like if they were going to talk about this properly she needed to get this off her chest. “I...I regretted it and I’m truly sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, b...but I was wrong.” The blonde apologized, her voice cracking right near the end of the sentence. She wanted to break down and cry, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good. So, she held back the tears and stared down at her now purple stained dress. She didn’t dare to look him in the eye or even look at him, the blonde never intended to hurt anyone but she always did. It was like whenever she thought she had a good relationship with someone, she’d do something stupid and ruin everything.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Jul 28, 2011 10:01:32 GMT -5
   It wasn't hard, even for Sam (who wasn't the most observational guy around), to notice how difficult it was for Quinn to talk about what had happened. Part of him felt kind of bad for bringing up such an uncomfortable event of the past, not only because the past was the past but also because he had pretty much assumed that this would be a good thing, when really, he realized, all he wanted to do was hear what had "really" happened because he was still frustrated. Not necessarily frustrated with Quinn, but frustrated with himself for not noticing the signs sooner, for not knowing about everything she was describing until it was too late to patch their relationship. How could he have been so stupid as to lose the only person he really had in Lima at the time? That was before he was friends with Rachel and Artie and Finn and Mercedes and everyone else in glee club. He hadn't had them to fall back on when things got rough.
Sam's clenched jaw relaxed upon hearing an apology somewhere in the monologue, only because he realized how sincere she actually had sounded. He could see that if there had ever been a moment that he could really, truly trust Quinn, it would have been now. "I get it," Sam said honestly, before amending, "I mean, I get most of it. I don't get why you didn't just tell me. I would've gotten over it - being mad and everything. I just don't see why you kept this stuff from me until now." It was true. He wasn't sure why he had had to bring it up before finally being able to hear the truth. Sam tried to think back to that exact moment, trying to remember whether she had tried to explain her side of the story or not. All he could remember were excuses...but maybe that was it. Maybe what he had pinpointed as excuses at first were really her apologies. Maybe it was his fault for making her feel like she couldn't have said anything before now.
Sam sighed, slightly frustrated with himself, and took a few steps closer to Quinn, who was now sitting on the counter beside the sink. He leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath, taking her in. Looking at her, he couldn't tell what she was thinking; only that she was trying to avoid making eye contact with him yet again. If there had been anything about Quinn that Sam hadn't liked, before all of the complications, it would have been that she was always hard to read. He never liked feeling like he didn't know what people truly thought about him or about a situation; it made him feel vulnerable, like he could be turned on any moment. Loyalty had always been important to the blond...but yet again, Quinn had betrayed him and here he was, ready to forgive her like it was as simple as anything.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Jul 28, 2011 10:37:39 GMT -5
Quinn felt still felt breaking down, but the few minutes of silence that came after her second apology gave her time to pull herself back together. That’s why she only just managed to look slightly up from her feet, though she still couldn’t scrape up the courage to look him in the eye. The blonde didn’t dare to look at him, because she was scared what he would think of her. After all, most people in this scenario would call her a slut or something like that. They had when she was pregnant and even though Sam hadn’t been there then, she was pretty sure that he would’ve agreed with everyone else.
That was what she thought, until he interrupted the silence and spoke. “I get it.” The other blonde said, taking a few steps towards her and leaning on the wall. He’d also asked why she hadn’t told him and to be honest, it was the same reason she dared not to look at him. Though, Quinn managed only just to pick up the courage to actually look at him now. She couldn’t look him in the eye, but at least she could actually look at him. She felt like she owed Sam more than an apology, after all what she’d done to him was worse then what she’d done to Finn. It was mainly because she’d managed to move on from Finn, but with Sam it was different. When she’d hurt him, she’d also hurt herself like a double sided blade or something. It was weird, but true.
“I didn’t tell you, because...I thought it was too late.” The blonde muttered, her voice was steady again but she could still sense her emotion slipping out in her tone. “I knew what you must have thought of me and I felt like if I tried...it would only make things worse.” She admitted, though standing here with him. After he’d just accepted her apology so easily, it sounded a little stupid and made a light pink blush flood to her cheeks. If there was any moment when she honestly and earnestly regretted what she’d done to Sam, it was right now.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Jul 28, 2011 15:23:20 GMT -5
Sam's head tilted back against the cold brick of the bathroom wall, he stared at the ceiling light until he was seeing pink and had to look away. He glanced over at Quinn, who seemed to be rosy-cheeked with something that didn't seem to be embarrassment. The blond wasn't sure why, but seeing her like that, natural and not putting on an act, almost made him smile. The instinct tugged at the corners of his lips, but he wouldn't dare let himself smile, not wanting Quinn to think that he was silently laughing at her. That was far from the truth. Sam could see how hesitant she had been to answer his question, yet she still had, and he pegged that as a brave move. She could have walked away or just stayed silent, but instead, she faced her fears. For whatever reason, he almost respected her for that.
"I thought it was too late," Quinn had explained, and Sam couldn't have disagreed with that attitude more. He had always been a firm believer that it was never too late for anything, whether it was a year late or a hundred years late. The blond shook his head and assured her, "I'd never judge you for anything, no matter how bad I was hurt or what. All you do in high school is sit there and have everyone judge each other, and that sucks, and I don't want to be a part of it." He hoped that she understood that he wasn't telling her off or trying to argue with her; that he was simply trying to reassure her for future reference. If there even was the prospect of a future between them, that is. As far as that went, Sam's hope for a reconcilation was surviving on the tiny glimmer of fact that Quinn was being honest with him right now, and he knew just how hard it was to be that open with anyone, especially if you didn't trust them one hundred percent.
He wondered if this newfound hope had always been there, ever since the moment when he realized that he was mad at Quinn for nothing last year, about a month after the incident had passed. Back then, part of him had wanted nothing to do with her ever again, but maybe there was another part of him had always felt the way he did right now - that he was stupid not to try and have this conversation before now. That he should have made some sort of effort to glue things back together and hear Quinn out.
Sam couldn't help but shake his head again, his whole body in protest when he explained, "After it was over, I didn't really care anymore. I stopped wasting time being mad and thinking bad stuff about you and just wanted it all to be over. I wanted to move on already, y'know?" He was sure that Quinn would understand what he meant. After all, she had obviously felt guilty about what had happened between them for quite some time now, and what more could she have wished for than not to have to feel that way? "I just wanted to get over what had happened." Not get over you, he added in his thoughts, partially hoping that this message would come across in his pointed silence. He felt his cheeks grow warm thinking about this, and another part of him thought that he didn't want her to get the hint, simply to save himself the embarrassment.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Jul 28, 2011 16:15:27 GMT -5
Quinn’s cheeks stayed the same pink color and didn’t seem to be fading, which was kind of embarrassing in itself. So, she tried not to focus on it and instead tried to focus on what Sam was saying because at least then the blush might die down a little. “I’d never judge you.” He said, which made her blush get a little worse. She’d always been judged at school by everyone, even the unpopular kids judged her. It was habit that she had to live up to certain standards and be the person everybody expected her to be, she was used to having to act and hide all her true pain. So, Sam saying that kind of brought everything into perspective.
The blonde remembered why she’d actually started dating him in the first place, it was because of this. Sam was completely different from every other guy Quinn had ever met, in a good way. He never expected her to be someone she wasn’t, he never tried to bring her down or tell her who to be. She’d liked him because she could be herself around him, rather than acting or pretending to be someone else. He accepted her even though she wasn’t perfect and there was something really endearing about that, about him. He was so childish sometimes, but she found it funny in a good way. She couldn’t understand now what had actually driven her to hurt him the way she had, because he was truly the only person who knew her for who she actually was.
That’s when Sam’s voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked over at him once again while he spoke. "After it was over, I didn't really care anymore. I stopped wasting time being mad and thinking bad stuff about you and just wanted it all to be over. I wanted to move on already, y'know?" Quinn nodded, because she honestly did understand what he was saying. She’d felt exactly the same thing, but had put on a whole show with Finn to try and deny it. She realized now that if she hadn’t tried to deny it in the first place, maybe it would’ve been over quicker and they could’ve got passed the awkwardness. She now felt like it was all her fault, though to be honest she basically knew it was already. "I just wanted to get over what had happened." Sam then continued, before there was a little silent pause and she got what he was trying to say. The blonde didn’t even try to deny that she felt the same now, what was the point? Instead, she just looked up at him now able to at least try to make eye contact. “I felt...” She began, but then stopped with a little sigh as she tried to convince herself to correct that little opening. “I feel the same.” She muttered, feeling slightly relieved to get it off her chest. Although, the blush just got worse but she didn’t seem to care.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Jul 31, 2011 21:44:35 GMT -5
Sam shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot until he finally gave up on trying to get comfortable and sighed, leaning his head back against the wall again. Obviously, he was nervous and would have to try and keep himself still to try and hide it. Yet the blush creeping onto his cheeks would probably give him away sooner than his stance, the blond soon realized, especially with the contrast between his skin and the reddish color in his cheeks. Sam looked back up at Quinn to try and figure out where he stood, finally managing to meet her eyes. She wasn't avoiding his gaze anymore, which had to be a good sign. If it wasn't actually a good sign, he didn't know what was.
Sam sighed again. Quinn had always confused him - all girls did, but she did especially. It wasn't anything she said or did, but that was the thing. She'd never been extremely open, so he could never be sure where he stood. Sometimes when he was trying to fall asleep at night, he'd worry whether today would be the day that she would finally let him go. Other times, he told himself that just breaking up with her would be easier, but he never could bring himself to do it. After all, he'd been in love - he still sort of was - and how could you expect something like that to change in the blink of an eye, no matter how badly they screwed up? The funny thing about standing there right then was that he knew exactly where he stood at that moment, and if his intuition was correct, it was a pretty good place to be standing.
Sam realized that he probably should say something, so he swallowed the lump in his throat, smiling ever so slightly, and managed to stutter, "I, um...yeah? I mean, really? Er...sorry, I...uhh. Really?" He looked away before gulping, hoping that he hadn't embarrassed himself too much. Maybe he should have just kept his silence.
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NOTES : SORRY, I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME TO GET THESE POSTS DONE!!
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 1, 2011 8:05:11 GMT -5
Quinn felt more than a little nervous, but couldn’t help in thinking that maybe she should’ve kept her own mouth shut. After all, there were only two possible outcomes in this situation and she wasn’t sure which route it would go down. There was the good route, where they figured out all their differences and got over everything bad that had happened between them. Or there was the bad route, where she’d in fact just embarrassed herself beyond belief and it would never work between them ever again. The blonde hoped that it would be the first option, because if it was the second she would literally die. So, she couldn’t help but let the rosiness return to her cheeks as she tried to make eye contact with him again.
The blonde had always thought that what they had would last forever when they were dating last year, but then Finn had stepped in and everything had gone down the drain. She wanted to blame Finn for what happened put all her guilt onto him but she couldn’t. Quinn knew it had been her own fault, she’d made the mistake and if it wasn’t for her stupid emotional rollercoaster then they would still be together. She couldn’t escape that fact no matter how hard she tried to, which made her feel even more guilty. Though, she tried to just focus on what was good about her life so far and how much she’d actually got right instead of all her mistakes. That’s why she felt slightly happier, now. She thought she’d actually said something that was good, when Sam tried to make eye contact as well. That she hadn’t said another stupid thing and messed something up, she’d actually made a slight difference to the situation – in a good way.
When she saw him smile slightly, she couldn’t help but smile back herself. Though, she knew they were probably still on slightly uneven ground. "I, um...yeah? I mean, really? Er...sorry, I...uhh. Really?" Quinn then heard him stutter; hoping that she’d made the right move by telling him how she felt. The blonde couldn’t manage to speak, afraid that what she wanted to say and what would actually come out of her mouth would be two completely different things. So, instead she just nodded looking at him earnestly, but he’d already looked away. She herself then looked back at the floor beneath her, hoping that he felt exactly the same way she did.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Aug 7, 2011 18:35:08 GMT -5
Sam shook his hair, his blond bangs overlapping slightly. The dorky head jerk probably did less good than was intended, since his hair didn't look any better when he took a sideways glance in his reflection at the dirtied bathroom mirror. He was surprised by what else he noticed - some girl had kissed the mirror (probably out of self-love, making Sam unsure whether to label this girl as vain or just confident), and yet another had left eyeliner grafitti. All the blond had to say about the vandalism was that he hadn't known before how mean girls could really be. Or maybe I do, Sam thought, glancing over at Quinn. She looked innocent - not that she'd ever really looked guilty - but she had kind of treated him badly back when they were going out. Subconsciously, in response to his own thoughts, he shook his head and looked back down at the tongues of his high tops. He couldn't let himself be reminded by that - or care about that, for that matter - if they were going to make this work.
That is, if Sam ever stepped up like the man he hoped he was and actually spit out what he was thinking. Please date me....I only want to be with you....oh, my God, shut up! Before I actually say any of this! The blond boy's thoughts were racing at top speed, so quickly that he could hardly process one thought before moving on to the next. It was so hard to keep himself from thinking about Quinn, especially with her right here, seeming to expect him to say something. He knew he should make an effort to talk, to agree with her. This wouldn't go anywhere until he did. It took all of his strength to muster up the courage to spew the few words that came to his mind, "I like you." Figuring that saying "I love you" might not get the response he hoped for, these three simple words were the best that Sam could get out. Frankly, they sounded pretty stupid, like a third grader trying to confess a crush to the girl he picked on every day on the playground.
Sam then proceeded to do what any boy who says something stupid does - stand there and act like it didn't happen. He rocked back and forth on his heels, hoping that the color in his cheeks wasn't too obvious, and clicked his tongue, staring at the clock. If he was really stupid, he would have pulled off a "Wow, look at the time! Gotta jet," and ran out of there as fast as he could, coming up with an excuse for his lateness to glee club as he did so, trying to push any memory of the recent events into the deepest, mustiest, cobwebbiest corner of his brain. But because he wasn't really stupid, only slightly stupid (like most teenage boys are), he looked at the clock, looked back at Quinn, and offered her his hand. Pretending that he hadn't said anything wouldn't reverse it, and ignoring her for the rest of his life probably wouldn't bode well for either of them. So now all he could hope for was that actions really did speak louder than words, and that this little gesture would make up for everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.
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LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 9, 2011 15:23:23 GMT -5
Quinn tried to focus on anything but what was actually going on right now, that’s why she was trying to look casual and play with the hem of one of the ruffles on her dress. She was too afraid to focus on what was really happening, because if she did then she could get seriously hurt right now. The blonde knew she’d probably expressed too much of how she felt for the guy in front of her now, but she couldn’t take any of it back. So, she knew that whatever he said next could either make or break her. She wished she could just shrink down into a tiny ball and disappear, but also a part of her wanted to know if he felt the same way or not. Maybe, if by some miracle he did, they might be able to make this work the second time around.
The blonde hoped that that thought was right but she didn’t want to set her hopes too high because she didn’t expect Sam to return the same feelings she had for him. She’d hurt him bad, Quinn knew that much and even though he’d accepted her apology for all she’d done last year, it didn’t mean he had feelings for her again. That’s why she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach that grew with every silent second that passed, because the last thing Q needed was another let down after all she’d gone through up to now. Though, she couldn’t help but think that he’d never feel the same about her like he did before. It was an inevitability in her mind, because after all she had broken his heart and cheated on him at the same time. That was a pretty bad mix, especially since it’d been Santana who told him and she only ever over exaggerated things which probably meant she made it sound a lot worse than it really was.
Although, Quinn didn’t want to hear what Sam was about to say, she couldn’t help but listen. The blonde was expecting him to say how stupid she was for even assuming that they might just have a tiny chance together again. "I like you." He actually muttered, a little awkwardly. This whole situation seemed completely pre-school, but it was those three simple words that made Quinn’s heart falter in her chest once more. The small amount of hope that they might have a chance together seemed more real now than ever, but she still didn’t want to cling too tightly to it. After all, that hope could easily just be her own imagination. That’s when he held out his hand to her and that one small gesture managed to say so much. Quinn hopped down off the counter top, a little nervously still not daring to look Sam in the eye. The blonde gently placed her own hand in his and she couldn’t help but look up, trying to meet his gaze. “I...like you, too.” She muttered, a small smile tugging at the edges of her mouth.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Aug 10, 2011 17:08:04 GMT -5
Did I really just say that? Sam thought, thinking of how this whole ordeal had changed so quickly. It had started out with two slushies, a coincidental meeting in the wrong bathroom (for him, at least; not for Quinn), and had quickly turned into what would probably have sounded like, to an outsider, a therapy session. Then, it only headed downhill from there, turning into an even more awkward conversation as they got into the delicate topic of feelings, and more specifically, their feelings for each other. Now, he had laid everything on the line for her, and couldn't help but be nervous. His palms sweated as he waited for something to happen. Analyzing Quinn's expression was impossible - like he'd thought so many times before today, she had always been difficult to read. And then he heard her response: "I....like you, too."
As lame as it sounded, Sam's heart seemed to take off and start soaring around in his chest. It was amazing how four little words could change so much. In this instance, they had given him hope, and when she returned his gesture and placed her hand in his, he felt like flying. And then his nerves hit him - What do I do now? Should I say something? She can't feel my hand sweating, can she? Does she care? God, this is weird. Suddenly, he felt like a kindergartner in a teenager's body. Sam thought he probably had about as much experience as a kindergartner when it came to romance - Quinn had been his first girlfriend, and he'd only had one other official one (along with a short fling with Mercedes that had fizzled over the summer). Seeing as the other official girlfriend was Santana, he wasn't sure that even counted. She had basically used him as her puppet; she had pulled the strings, and so had Quinn way back when, and now that it was his turn to be the one to make the moves, he had nowhere to go.
Sam glanced at the clock and remembered that they were missing glee club, so he started drifting towards the door, gently pulling Quinn along with him simply because he didn't want to let go of her hand. "We should start heading towards glee club. At least make an effort so it looks like we didn't ditch," he mumbled, glancing up at Quinn from under his eyelashes. They could continue this awkward little conversation as they walked, and for once, they wouldn't have to say goodbye just yet. It actually seemed like a good solution. For once, he felt like he had actually said the right thing, giving Sam even more hope for this new beginning.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 10, 2011 18:03:43 GMT -5
Quinn felt so stupid in that moment, like she was 5 years old in the sand pit with a boy she crushed on. It was kind of sweet in a way too, it felt like they might actually have a chance to make this work. The blonde couldn’t help but cling tightly to that hope now, which she knew was a dangerous thing to do but she honestly didn’t care. She didn’t know if their relationship would last the second time around, all she knew was that she still had feelings for him and he felt the same. If there was a chance she could fix everything that had happened between them before, then she’d more than willingly take it.
The blonde used her free hand to push her still slightly purple bangs out of her eyes. Quinn had completely forgotten about the small amount of slush that still clung to her, even after her attempts to get rid of it. She was so caught up in her emotions that she’d completely forgotten about everything else, which was kind of cheesy and felt a little more like therapy than anything else. The tug on her hand was what brought her back to reality and made her focus on what was really going on. As she felt Sam pull her gently toward the door, the contact between them still made her smile. It felt so natural between them, which was one of the things about their relationship that she’d missed.
"We should start heading towards glee club. At least make an effort so it looks like we didn't ditch," The blonde boy mumbled, which made her suddenly more aware of reality. Quinn had completely forgotten about Glee Club, that’s why she took a quick look at the clock to see just how much time they’d actually spent in the bathroom together. Realising that they hadn’t been in there as long as she thought they had, those awkward minutes had made seconds seem like hours. So, that made her smile brighten slightly as they made their way into the now empty hallway. “Yeah, Rachel wouldn't stop questioning me about why I skipped if we do.” She commented, smiling still.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Aug 11, 2011 16:12:27 GMT -5
Back in the hallway again, Sam thought he would almost start doing a victory dance. As dumb as it sounded, even to him, he felt like he'd just won a battle for the first time in his life. He'd gotten to Quinn before someone else could, they'd settled their differences, and now...well, now he wasn't sure where this was headed, but he hoped it was headed in the right direction. Reincarnating their relationship would be risky business, Sam had a feeling, but he also had a feeling that it would be worth it.
It didn't feel strange or forced to be strolling down the hallway, hand-in-hand, as dorky as it was. This whole thing was starting to feel like a scene from a movie - a really bad movie - but once again, it wasn't weird. Sam kind of liked that he suddenly felt like he wasn't under any stress or pressure, lightyears away from where the conversation had started out. Glancing down at his shoes as they walked, he noticed the slight blue tint to them and started to crack a smile. The slushie incident earlier seemed as if it had happened years ago, instead of just this morning. Anxiously, Sam glanced up at a clock that hung over one of the classroom doors. They had missed less than half of glee club, so they hopefully wouldn't be in too much trouble. Everyone would have their questions, though - it was true - so hopefully they wouldn't have to explain what had happened in too much detail before the rest of the club realized what had gone on. He was so proud of their reconcilation that, although he didn't exactly want to put up posters screaming it to the world, he didn't want to have to hide it from anyone. He almost wanted to be able to go home and tell his mom and dad what had happened....almost.
Quinn's words brought him out of his head and back into reality: "Rachel wouldn't stop questioning me about why we skipped if we do." His slight smile faded into an almost-frown. Sam wasn't stupid; he was aware of the tension between Rachel and Quinn. That wasn't exactly good news, since Rachel was one of his best friends and Quinn was (hopefully) his girlfriend again. "She'll be curious...I guess I'll have to tell her at some point or another. If she keeps bugging me about it, I mean. Or bugs you," Sam stammered. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable or nervous - well, maybe a little nervous - but his dyslexia gave him trouble speaking sometimes. It was part of the reason that he experienced such bad stage fright before every glee club competition.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 11, 2011 17:10:43 GMT -5
Quinn felt like she could finally put everything from last year behind her; focus on what was happening here and now. That’s what made this moment even more special to her, even though it was kind of cheesy – not that she cared. As they walked down the corridor toward the choir room hand in hand, she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would actually take before people started gossiping about them both. After all, things always had a way of getting out and in a small town like Lima it didn’t take long before everyone was talking about the same gossip, even the adults. It was kind of perverted, how everyone seemed to know everything about you from gossipers and rumours.
The blonde tried not to get in with the rumours and gossip anymore, but she just couldn’t help herself sometimes. She also tried not to keep secrets anymore, since she’d experienced firsthand the pain they could cause, but she couldn’t do that either. It isn’t easy to quit something like gossiping when you where so used to spreading, creating or even being the target of it. So, she just tried to be her best and hoped that, that would be enough. After all, she was still used to being the queen bee and having the popularity. Quinn couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted it all back, because it was true that she missed it. That was the reason why she was rejoining the Cheerio’s and getting back into perfect shape.
"She'll be curious...I guess I'll have to tell her at some point or another. If she keeps bugging me about it, I mean. Or bugs you," Sam replied, as they continued down the hallway. Quinn knew that what the blonde was saying was the truth, but she didn’t mind that much. After all, these things always had a way of getting out even if you didn’t say anything. Though, she was a little annoyed that Rachel would be the one who was told. That girl couldn’t keep her mouth closed for one minute, Q knew that much. Rachel wasn’t that bad, if she was honest, there were worse people out there. It was just their history wasn’t exactly the best, so they couldn’t really call themselves friends at all but they weren’t enemies either. They’d both tried to get passed what had happened the past few years, but they hadn’t exactly forgiven each other. So, there was still quite a lot of tension between them and everybody knew it. “Yeah, I know” The blonde replied, her smile not fading. After all, she knew that Sam and Rachel were friends and she'd respect that.
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Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Aug 15, 2011 9:27:49 GMT -5
Quinn was still smiling as she said, "Yeah, I know," which meant nothing but mental fireworks for Sam. The only doubts he had about Quinn were all pertaining to his friends and her reactions to who they were - only because the last time around, Quinn had been manipulative in the sense that she cared almost as much about his reputation as she had her own. In a way, Sam didn't blame her because he was sure that she thought she was doing the right thing at the time, but he had lost a lot of himself that year in the process of trying to fight his way to the top of the food chain at McKinley. If there was one thing that Sam Evans knew better than anyone else at this school, he thought, it was that being the neglected new kid screws with your mind.
The only bad side to Rachel eventually having to know about what had happened between he and Quinn, Sam thought, would be that she had the biggest mouth of anyone he knew. The blond had come to know Rachel almost better than he knew himself, and if there was one thing that was obvious about her, it was that she couldn't keep her opinions to herself. And since she would likely have a very, very strong opinion about Quinn and his relationship, there would be no way she could keep her mouth shut on this one, even if he got down on his knees and begged. Well, maybe if I got creative... Sam's train of thought trailed off. He glanced over at Quinn again and couldn't help but grin at how utterly happy she seemed. He hadn't seen her look like that before, not even back in what he not-so-fondly referred to as 'the good old days.'
Thinking about Rachel made Sam wonder how Quinn's friends were doing. He didn't know much about what crowd she hung around with anymore, after she had quit the Cheerios. Quinn had obviously gone through some kind of self-transformation over the summer, since she seemed like the same girl yet still different in a subtle way, and that made him wonder if a new friendship had anything to do with it. Trying not to get into touchy subjects, he carefully phrased his words before using them. "How are Santana and Brittany doing? Are you guys still hanging out?" Sam asked. The first question was one of honest curiosity, because it was still the beginning of the school year and he hadn't had a chance to make his rounds yet, but the second question was somewhat of a ploy to get deeper into the subject that he couldn't help but wonder about.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Aug 15, 2011 12:52:44 GMT -5
Quinn would respect his friendships; after all she had been a little bit controlling before, she’d been extremely concerned with her reputation last year. The blonde couldn’t deny that her reputation was still important to her that was the reason she was rejoining the Cheerios. Though, last year had taught her to accept herself a bit more and be more confident when she wasn’t in a uniform. It had inspired her and she did feel better about herself, but she knew that her reputation did matter and no amount of words could change that. Once you’d been popular, you couldn’t just be knocked back down and stay there. Q knew that hardly anyone else in the Glee Club would understand that, the only people she could relate to about that were Santana and Brittany. Santana still hated her, especially now more than ever since they were both in the running to become head cheerleader. Brittany wasn’t the brightest button in the box for certain, plus she spent most of her time with Santana.
The blonde had to admit that she missed being their friend, because they used to be so close. They could relate to each other more than with anyone else. She’d never tell that to anyone at all, since she didn’t talk to people about her feelings that often and if Santana ever found out she’d use it to her advantage for sure. Quinn couldn’t even remember exactly what she’d done to break up their friendship, but she knew it wasn’t just her fault. Santana had totally over reacted to her pregnancy and Brittany just followed along, because she didn’t know much better.
That’s when Sam asked about them, which surprised her. Her smile faded for a minute, but she tried to keep it bright as she replied. “Ermm... no, we don’t really hang out anymore. Brittany just goes along with Santana and Santana hates my guts.” Quinn laughed, though it was kinda true. “We’re both running for captain of the Cheerios this year, so I don’t know how that will work out. It could bring us closer again or make her hate me even more...” She commented, hoping it was the first option. If she really wanted to have a good year the last thing she needed was a raging war with the Latina.
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