Sweeter than heaven, hotter than hell.

The way Sam was looking at her made her blush, and she shied away from his touch. She nodded her head at him in acknowledgement. After breakfast was perfect. She was looking forward to getting away with her boyfriend. Quinn echoed his chuckle as fond memories filled her mind. She was as in love with Sam now as she'd been back then, perhaps more. She'd started falling for him the moment she'd met him. Quinn shook her head at him. "No, definitely not," she answered him, admitting afterwards, "I didn't really allow myself to dream back then. You know, to avoid disappointment down the road." She locked her eyes on his, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I am far from disappointed, " she assured him.

Shrugging, the blond ran a hand through his hair and gave a small shake of his head in response. “I’m not really set on anywhere, I just kinda wanna get out and relax where nobody knows me, you know?” A vacation was the target but he didn’t really have much of a destination in mind at all. As far as Sam was concerned, he just wanted to get out of the city and find some peace away from it for a little while. Spotting the expression shift in Quinn’s face, Sam heard her question and instantly rolled his eyes; wrapping his arm over her frame in order to pull her close to him. “Come here,” he sighed out, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “Of course, I want you to come with me. It’s not much of a good time if I’m there on my lonesome, now, is it?” He asked, the teasing clear in his tone. “I was just checking you wanted to come, that’s all. But I’m glad that you do, ‘cause now we can get to…packing? I dunno, maybe planning first.”

Grinning a little as he felt her nuzzling into his neck, tickling along his skin, the blond let out a soft laugh before shrugging his shoulders at her question. Quinn said that nowhere was off-limits but Sam still felt some sort of guilt for pulling her away from her job and her career because he was having a crummy time with, well, pretty much everything lately. Sure, she’d told him that taking a break was completely fine in her line of work but he knew that the modelling world was super competitive and Quinn had worked hard to get where she was. Even now, she was still climbing higher and higher up the business ladder. “We can just find a nice place in The Hamptons, if you want?” He replied softly, tilting his head to look at her. “It’s not too far, it’s nice…or, well, I hear it’s nice. I dunno, maybe it’s too fancy for me.” Scrunching him his mouth, Sam let his eyes scan along Quinn’s face for a moment, taking in all of her features before giving another shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t have any place specific in mind, I just wanna get outta here for a while. Are you…I mean, are you sure you wanna come with?” 

Quinn could tell that Sam felt guilty about taking her away from her modelling career, but the truth was, she could use a break. She was grateful that the agency believed in her so much, but they pushed her way too hard sometimes. Recently, they'd been giving her way more modelling gigs than she could handle. A vacation with her boyfriend was exactly what she needed, which was perfect, really, because a vacation with her was exactly what he needed too (according to him anyway)! "Sure," she responded, not wanting to push the matter any further. "Like I said, we can go wherever you want to go. If you're set on the Hamptons, then that's exactly where we'll go." The question that followed made her laugh. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Of course I want to come with!" But then a thought occurred to her, and her expression became more serious. "...Unless you'd rather I didn't?" she questioned. Maybe he was only letting her tag along so as to not upset her.

Sam tilted his head to glance at his girlfriend as she shuffled in closer towards him; greeting him with a peck to the cheek. No matter how crappy he was feeling, a little affection from Quinn would always work wonders, and so he found himself genuinely smiling through his exhaustion. Glancing down to their hands as her fingers threaded through his, the blond squeezed onto her hand gently before shrugging a shoulder. “It was okay. Just long.” 

Time For Planning | Fabrevans

Quinn was upset that Sam was gambling again after he'd promised her that he'd stop, but at the same time, she was glad that he had opened up to her about what was going on with him. She hated that he was so unhappy with his job. She never wanted him to be unhappy, period. Plus, he would still be the football coach at McKinley had she not decided to complicate his life. He'd been happy then, happier at the very least. Yes, Sam had told her time and time again that that was hardly the case, but still, Quinn felt guilty from time to time.