Sam I Am

Quinn: I will happily be your date.

Sam: Sweet. Sam: Lucky me.

Quinn: Well, there’s no arguing with Britt. Quinn: So a Glee party it is.

Sam: Will you be my date?

Quinn: Damn.  Never a superhero around when you need them. Quinn: What are we doing for New Years’?

Sam: Britt has decided that we’re throwing a Glee party.

Quinn: That’d work too. Quinn: You know superheroes, who can fast forward time?

Sam: Not on this world of the multiverse, sadly.

Quinn: I wish I could. Quinn: Just need them to move Yale there.

Sam: Or fast forward to May when I’m done here.

Quinn: God, don’t even tempt me. Quinn: I’m already tired of these textbooks.

Sam: I’m sure you’re kicking all kinds of ass. Sam: I just wish you could do that here.

Quinn: Sweet talker. Quinn: I can’t believe I need to be in this dorm room for another week and a half.

Sam: Just ditch it all.  Sam: Come be with me here.

Quinn: I am the world’s worst gambler. Quinn: I just like old songs. 😂

Sam: And I love that about you.

Quinn: All in how you play your cards. Quinn: Know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, like the old song says.

Sam: Because you’re the biggest gambler I know.

Quinn: Oh, look at you holding the trump card!

Sam: Oh you know it. Sam: I’m sure he’s got stuff on me too. But for now I win.

Quinn: It’s going to feel like at least a month. Quinn: Blaine said that?? Quinn: Yes, please remind him we watched him and Kurt moon over each other for ages and he’s got nothing to say here.

Sam: Oh don’t worry. Sam: I just reminded him that I know how he eventually wants to ask Kurt to marry him. Sam: So he’s not allowed to say stuff.

Quinn: Not nearly soon enough.

Sam: The next week and a half is going to feel like forever. Sam: Blaine says we’re disgustingly cute. Sam: Which like...I don’t think he has any ground to stand on here.

Quinn: Saying goodbye to you freaking sucks. Quinn: I didn’t want you to go either.

Sam: And I know I get to see you soon but it’s still tough.