#babio

Quinn made a stupid mistake by texting Alex, but she was hoping she could get him to speak to her. Unfortunately, she seemed to only piss him off more, and now he definitely hated her, if he hadn't already. Reminding her of what she had said made Quinn feel guilty for hanging out with Sam. She didn't want to hurt Alex anymore than she already had, but Sam was too important to let go. Hearing a knock on the door, the blonde grabbed her things, before opening it up. "Hi," she said quietly.

Sam smiled softly as he saw her, able to tell that she was sad again, which sucked. "Hey," he replied in a friendly tone, before gesturing to the door with a nod of his head. "Let's go get food that's really bad for us."

Quinn nodded her head, stepping out into the hallway and locking the door up behind her. "I'm going to get fat because of you, by the way," she said with a frown.

Sam smirked a little mischievously and poked her stomach with his finger. "You could do to gain a few, crazy," he teased before leading them out of the apartments and towards his truck. "I'm gonna hate myself for eating this but it's so worth it."

Quinn rolled her eyes as he poked her stomach. "I like the weight I'm at right now, thank you very much," she said, approaching his truck. "Oh, whatever. Your body is perfect," she sighed, opening up the door and getting in.

Sam looked down to his stomach as she called his body perfect and wore a little smug grin before he got in the truck with her and started the engine, rolling out of the lot and onto the main road. "So, what are you in the mood for?"

Quinn shrugged, reaching for the radio dial and turning up the volume a bit. "A milkshake and fries," she told him, not wanting to eat too much. She hadn't been doing such a great job of keeping food down since Alex left.

Sam narrowed his eyes to her at her answer but didn't say anything. "I love this song," he said, turning up the volume even more. "Closing tiiiiiime, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing tiiiiiiime, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here...I do a better job than JT, right?"

Quinn laughed a little as he began singing, nodding her head at his question. "I still can't figure out how they turned this song into a love song for a romance comedy," she said, tilting her head in thought.

Sam grinned a little as she laughed, glad to see her smiling at least. "I know who I want to take me home! I know who I want to take me home! I know who I want to take me home! Take meeeee hooo-ooh-omee!" He continued. "That's how, right there."

Quinn "It's cheesy," she said, rolling her eyes at the lyrics. She was over love songs at this point. "You don't go to a bar, get drunk, and then get a girl to take you home. That's a booty call, not love."

Sam smirked a little. "Maybe that's not the case," he shrugged. "Maybe he's at a bar with a group of friends and he just so happens to like one of those friends, so he's drinking to get some of that liquid confidence to ask her out."

Quinn "Ah. Yeah, that usually works best," she shrugged. In her world, there were three reasons to drink: to celebrate, because you're sad, or because you need a little confidence. So she could definitely understand the song from Sam's reasoning.

Sam smirked a little. "Or you end up getting so drunk that you fall over your feet and faceplant on the way to approaching the girl and then she and all of her friends laugh at you and never let you forget it," he rambled on, speaking from experience. "I mean...not that I'd know, just a guess."

Quinn twisted in her seat to look at him. "Aw. Your poor thing," she said, grinning at him.

Sam glared at her at the corner of his eye. "...I said it was just a guess."

Quinn "Don't be ashamed, it happens to the best of us," she encouraged, resting her hand on his arm gently.

Sam smiled softly as she rested her hand against his arm and kept his eyes on the road. "Oh, yeah? You faceplanted in front of a hot girl, too?"

Quinn "More like in front of a gorgeous guy," she said, remembering the event and shaking her head.

Sam laughed a little. "No. Way. What happened?"

Quinn shook her head. "I'm so not telling you," she said, letting her thumb rub against his arm gently before retracting.

Sam sucked in his bottom lip as her thumb rubbed against his arm and then let out a sigh. "C'mon, this is me you're talking to here."

Quinn "No laughing, okay?" she asked, locking her eyes onto his for good measure. She knew he couldn't say no to them. "So... it was my freshman year of college. I went out with a group of girls to this bar, and there was a group of senior guys there. Perfect... everything, right down to the teeth. The president of one of the frats was with them and I had like, a huge crush on them. So, after a couple of drinks I head on over, and his bitchy girlfriend or whatever she was tripped me..."

Sam held up his hand. "Scout's honor," he promised with a mischievous grin. Listening to her story, Sam kept a smile as she listed of everything to do with the frat boy before she finished it off. "His girlfriend tripped you?" He asked a little shocked. "What a bitch!"

Quinn shrugged. "It's been two years since that happened and they're all gone now. I've probably done worse to girls I dislike, so maybe it was karma."

Sam shrugged stubbornly. "Still. If I was there, I would have...stole her shoes," he smirked. "She was probably just threatened by you."

Quinn "Stolen her shoes, really?" she asked, a little unconvinced, but there was a smile on her face nonetheless. "Yeah, I doubt that. She was stunning."

Sam nodded. "Totally. You take away a girls shoes and she will cry," he shrugged. "And you're not?"

Quinn "Fair point. My heels are my babies," she said, getting caught off guard at his next statement. "I, uh. Um. I've never thought of myself like that..."

Sam held his hand out as if to say 'there's my point'. Looking to her out of the corner of his eye, he focused back on the road. "I don't believe that for a second. Where did confident Quinn go from the beginning of the summer, huh?"

Quinn shrugged. "Maybe she never actually existed."

Sam shook his head. "Well, she should. Because she is stunning." He pointed out, turning into the drive-thru.

Quinn "I guess it's just everything that happened bringing me down," she sighed. "I'll be back in no time."

Sam reached over to place his hand on her arm, rubbing his thumb against it gently before he spoke into the speaker. "Hi, can I get two Baconator meals. Make 'em large. Thanks." He smirked, squeezing her arm a little before he drove around to the next window.

Quinn felt her cheeks turn pink at his action. She noticed the tingly sensation she always got when he was close to her. Hearing his order, Quinn shook her head. "I didn't order that.."

Sam shrugged a little. "And you don't have to eat it," he assured her, letting his hand move back to the wheel. Grabbing the bag, he placed it in between them. "But I know you love bacon and the option's there for you now."

Quinn glanced down at the bag between them, enjoying the smell of bacon. "I do love bacon," she groaned. "But I don't want too eat to much and get sick or anything."

Sam smiled softly at her words but then rolled his eyes as she groaned. "You won't get sick, I promise."

Quinn "It's been happening," she admitted sadly. She grabbed the baconator anyway, knowing she'd need some real food in her.

Sam looked to her with a small frown as they drove away. "You've been sick?"

Quinn "I mean, when I eat, I can't keep it down. I guess I'm sad," she said, unwrapping the burger and taking a tiny bite.

Sam 's brow furrowed a little before he looked over to her. "You don't think you're, like...pregnant or anything?"

Quinn 's eyes widened. "What!? No, of course not. Truth is, we haven't.. you know.. in quite some time."

Sam "Okay, okay, I was just, y'know, checking," he gulped a little. "Oh...oh. Right, right. Got it."

Quinn "We're safe, too.." she shrugged. "I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it'll go away once I eat this delicious Baconator," she laughed, taking another bite.

Sam nodded with a small smile. "I think after a big break up like that your body just doesn't function properly," he shrugged, recalling how he couldn't sleep after things ended with Santana. Sam smiled as she took another bite before focusing on the road. "I'm pretty sure if a Baconator won't fix things, nothing will."

Quinn "Must be it," she said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I dunno. You're pretty good at fixing it," she said, feeling slightly guilty for how much she was leaning on him. He must have thought she was some lovesick puppy by now.

Sam smiled even wider as she told him that he was good at fixing it. "I'll fix you up," he assured her before reaching into the bag to pull out a handful of fries.

Quinn smirked, reaching over and stealing a fry when he grabbed them. "Mm, thanks."

Sam chuckled a little as she grabbed a fry and rolled his eyes before stuffing the rest in his mouth.

Quinn "You know I'm cule," she smirked, taking another.

Sam "Totally cule," he teased, turning towards the apartments.

Quinn "Emphasis on the cu part," she said, implying she was cute, laughing a little.

Sam smirked a little "Is that...could it be...is confident Quinn shining through again!?"

Quinn laughed at him. "Maybe..." she said, poking his side. "I have you to thank."

Sam shook his head with a little laugh. "You did it all by yourself."

Quinn "Not really," she shrugged.

Sam pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine once he parked back in his spot. "Yes, really," he smiled, grabbing the bag of food. "Your place or mine?"

Quinn "Oh, I was totally planning on taking the food and ditching you," she said, completely straight faced. Getting out of the car, she went around to meet him with an innocent expression.

Sam looked down to her unimpressed as she met him at the front of the truck, totally not buying into the innocent expression. "So not funny."

Quinn "Would you be lonely or something?" she teased, bumping into his side gently.

Sam shook his head with a little laugh. "Stop being mean to me when I'm trying to be a good guy here."

Quinn frowned slightly. "What would you prefer instead?"

Sam shrugged a shoulder. "That we eat together and hang out...y'know, something along those lines."

Quinn nodded, reaching for his free hand. "Alright, your place," she said, tugging him towards the apartments.

Sam smirked as she tugged him to his own apartment and simply pushed through the door as they reached it. "Yeah, we aren't big on locks in this apartment," he laughed a little, sinking down on the couch.

Quinn walked in afterwards, following him to the couch and sitting down beside him. "You shouldn't have told me that," she smirked.

Sam raised his eyebrows, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Why's that?"

Quinn "I'll wake you up every morning with a feather and shaving cream," she laughed, finishing off her burger that she had started. "Hey, can you do another drawing of me tonight?"

Sam shook his head firmly. "Please don't wake me up that way," he chuckled a little bit, digging into his burger. At her question, he looked to her. "I don't know, I haven't really sketched anything in a few weeks. Why?"

Quinn "I won't. Promise," she said, stealing a fry. "Well, that won't work out when school comes around. You'll have to get back into it eventually."

Sam "I appreciate it," he grinned, continuing to eat for a moment, waiting to swallow his food before answer. "I know, I know. Luckily I filled up so many sketchbooks this summer, so that'll give me a good start no matter what. I'm hoping I'll get back into it before my books run out."

Quinn "Or.. you could try and draw something tonight," she winked.

Sam rolled his eyes and stuffed the rest of his burger in his mouth. "We'll see," he shrugged before wiping his hands on a napkin.

Quinn "It'd make me happy," she told him, hoping that'd do it.

Sam leaned back against the couch and looked to her unimpressed. "Using the fact that I wanna fix you up to your advantage, huh?"

Quinn "Maybe..." she said, biting down on her lower lip.

Sam tossed a pillow at her face. "Don't give me that look."

Quinn caught the pillow and tossed it back to him. "C'mon. Draw something for me. Anything."

Sam didn't expect her to catch the pillow, let alone toss it and caught it right in the face. "Ow," he mumbled, rubbing his face. "Why are you pushing this?"

Quinn "Because it's important to you so it's important to me and I won't let a break up ruin your talent," she snapped.

Sam frowned a little as she continued. "Don't belittle it like that," he snapped back. "It's more than just some break up."

Quinn "Look, I know you think she's the one and you're getting married and stuff, so this is just a break to you. It shouldn't ruin you if you know you're getting her back in the end," she said.

Sam sighed out, running his hands through his hair. "I just can't do it, alright? I've tried - I am trying. It doesn't work."

Quinn "Don't give me that," she said, walking into his room and grabbing a notepad and pencils, bringing them back to him. "Draw me something," she said, holding it out to him.

Sam looked over to her as she walked away, wondering what she was doing before she came back. Sighing, Sam glared at her for a long moment before taking the notepad and pencil off of her, setting the pad on his lap before he opened it to a blank page and tried to think.

Quinn rolled her eyes and brushed off his glare, knowing he didn't really mean it. When he opened the page, she smirked and sat down, reaching to take his hand. "Just think of something or someone that inspires you," she advised. "Your mom, dad, Stevie, Stacy, Santana, anyone," she encouraged.

Sam thought about it for a moment, looking at her hand over his. Still, nothing came to him, it was like his mind was just blank. After a few moments he flicked the pencil away and shook his head. "Nothing."

Quinn shook her head. "Look at me," she said, raising her hand to turn his head towards her. She locked her eyes onto his and gave him a soft, reassuring smile. "You can do this, Sam. You haven't lost it. Please don't give up," she whispered.

Sam didn't have any choice but to look at her as she tilted his head towards her. Her smile was reassuring and he could tell by that look in her eye how important it was to her for him not to give up. Keeping his eyes on hers for a short moment, Sam reached for the pencil again and started drawing her eyes.

Quinn moved away as he reached for the pencil, feeling a little accomplished. As he began drawing, a smile spread across her lips. "That's it," she said happily. "You're drawing again."

Sam smiled softly at her words, keeping his focus on getting her eyes just right. "Yeah...I guess I am," he laughed a little, looking back up to get another mental picture.

Quinn pressed her lips together happily, attempting to ease her smile. As he looked up at her, she felt her cheeks grow hot and red, but tried not to shy away so he could continue drawing.

Sam continued to peer up at her every now and then to finish off another portrait of her, actually giving her what she'd wanted all along without even meaning to. Once it was done, he handed the finished product to her and smiled warmly.

Quinn watched on as he finished it up, amazed at how accurate of a description it was. When he handed it to her, she grinned. "It's perfect," she sighed out, looking up to him. "Is that what you see when you look at me?"

Sam felt a little smug when she called it perfect, he always loved it when other people praised his work and now that he was out of his funk, it definitely meant a lot. At her question, he looked up to her and then back down to the page. "Yeah. From my eyes to the page."

Quinn "You're the first person to point them out, actually," she said, referring to her eyes. Glancing back down at the page, she smirked. "Can you sign this one? Or are you never going to sign any of 'em for me?"

Sam "I shouldn't be," he told her truthfully, since her eyes were extremely striking. Letting out a little laugh, he grabbed the pencil and scribbled his signature at the bottom corner of the page. "There. Just the one."

Quinn "Thank you," she said softly, watching as he signed it. "Well, it looks like I have a favorite one now."

Sam shook his head with a little laugh. "The first one I gave you, that one's the best," he smiled, tossing the pencil onto the coffee table.

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

Sam shrugged a shoulder, scratching the back of his head. "I remember focusing on it for hours...like it had to be perfect. I painted it when you were with Mike and that's when I just really started to want you. I could tell that you wanted me too but you couldn't act on it. So, I put all the frustration, all the feelings into that painting."

Quinn 's jaw dropped slightly as he began speaking. Her heartbeat picked up as he continued on and subconsciously she moved in closer to him. "You're right," she said. "The first one is the best one."

Sam chuckled a little at her words before clasping his hands together and giving a small nod. "Yep...that's what I think, anyways."

Quinn nodded her head, pulling back slightly as she steadied her heart rate out. "So. Do you wanna keep going?"

Sam 's brow furrowed a little in confusion as he looked back to her. "With...?"

Quinn "The drawing," she said, gesturing to the notebook.

Sam "Oh," he blinked, looking down to it. "Not really. I think I'll save it for later tonight. I got a lot to catch up on."

Quinn nodded her head. "Alright, sure."

Sam smiled softly to her, taking the notebook out of her hands to place on the coffee table. "Now what?"

Quinn glanced down at the table and shrugged. "Whatever you want."

Sam quirked an eyebrow and leaned back. "Surely not /whatever/ I want."

Quinn furrowed a brow. "Why not?" she asked, before smirking. "Do you want inappropriate things, perv?" she teased.

Sam laughed as she teased him. "Don't tease me. What if I did want those things, huh? Wouldn't be so jokey, would you?"

Quinn "Do you?" she asked.

Sam "W-what?" He asked.

Quinn "You said 'what if I did,' so I asked 'do you?'" she repeated.

Sam laughed a little nervously, tossing a pillow at her. "Get outta here, dork."

Quinn took the pillow and hugged it to her chest. "You're terrible at dodging questions, anyone ever tell you that?" she asked, before grabbing the remote and switching on the television.

Sam smirked a little, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "Yes. Unfortunately," he laughed a little, relaxing back against the couch.

Quinn relaxed against the couch, keeping her eyes straight on the television, though a smirk played on her lips. "It's okay if you do, you know. It's only natural, considering how awesome I am."

Sam laughed a little bit, tilting his head to look at her. "I could say the same to you," he shrugged. "I mean, everyone knows I'm totally abulous."

Quinn "So, if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now, it'd be okay, because everyone knows you're totally abulous?" she asked with a laugh.

Sam kept his eyes on her, raising his eyebrows. "...Yeah, right. Totally. Since everyone wants to kiss me anyways."

Quinn "Right," she said, nodding her head.

Sam smiled softly. "You're cute."

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Quinn glanced up at him. "What made you say that?"

Sam shrugged a little. "You did."

Quinn smiled a bit. "You're cute too."

Sam grinned and felt his ears burn a little.

Quinn smirked, nuzzling her head against his body gently.

Sam laughed as she nuzzled her head against him and lifted up his arm so she could fall into place. "Goofball."

Quinn rested her head against his chest comfortably. "You love it," she countered.

Sam nodded gently, curling his fingers around her side carefully. "No doubt about it."

Quinn "Stay with me tonight," she said, focusing on the floor. "We can watch movies till the sun comes up."

Sam thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod. "Okay. I can do that."

Quinn "I mean, if you wanna," she said, giving him a shruf.

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Sam smiled a little. "I want to, dork," he told her quietly.

Quinn "You're seriously mistaken here," she said, looking up at him with a smirk. "You see, there was this study done, and the evidence concluded that you, in fact, are the dork."

Sam looked down to her as she began, frowning a little, then once she continued he rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, dork and proud!"

Quinn "Alright, Professor X," she teased.

Sam smirked a little. "Dork - not mutant, loser. Although...I'd prefer to be a mutant dork...."

Quinn "Maybe your big lips are your mutation," she said, reaching up and poking at the corner of his mouth. "I like 'em."

Sam scrunched up his lips a little as she poked at him before smiling at her compliment. "Thanks. You think that they'd have some sort of powers by the size of 'em. I've even tested 'em out to see if I was, like, Aquaman or something. Nada."

Quinn "Oh, they totally have powers," she said, giving him a little wink.

Sam raised his eyebrow and looked down to her in amusement. "Oh, yeah? And what would those be?"

Quinn "You're a great kisser," she said nonchalantly, grabbing for a fry.

Sam grinned a little, feeling his ears definitely turn a dark shade of red now. "I, uh...well, you're not so bad yourself, if I remember correctly."

Quinn let out a little laugh. "I'd say something clever about giving you a refresher, but I wouldn't want this to get inappropriate or uncomfortable."

Sam smirked a little, reaching his free hand out to grab a fry. "Plus, you're not that clever and witty." He teased.

Quinn "...I so am," she said, making a 'what the fuck, bro?' face.

Sam laughed at her expression, eating the fry before placing a hand over her face.

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Quinn grabbed his hand and tugged it away from her face.

Sam let his hand fall and looked to her happily, keeping silent.

Quinn glanced over at him and gave him a smile, keeping the comfortable silence between them.

Sam fixed his eyes on hers for a small moment before settling back down. "Are you working tomorrow or skipping again?"

Quinn "Not sure yet, why?"

Sam "'Cause if we're staying here all night to watch movies, you might wanna get your bikini from your place. Just so it's ready for tomorrow."

Quinn "Yeah, I could do that," she said, standing up. "Be right back."

Sam nodded, shuffling a little to let her past his legs before he relaxed back against the couch and turned over to the movie channels, looking for something they could watch.

Quinn head into the hallway and down to her apartment, heading inside and grabbing whatever she needed, before heading back to his room. She set her bag down and looked over at him. "All set."

Sam looked over as she brought down a bag of stuff, laughing a little. "You moving in here? What's with the bag?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Toothbrush, hair products, make up.."

Sam jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I got all that crap in my room," he teased.

Quinn "I'm not using your toothbrush," she said, pulling a face.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "What about my make-up?"

Quinn "I don't believe you have any," she said with a laugh.

Sam smirked a little, gesturing her to come over and sit down next to him again. "You are quite right in that belief."

Quinn walked over to him and sat down. "Then it's a good thing I brought mine."

Sam nodded. "Such a good thing. I don't wanna wake up and find the exorcist next to me."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I don't look that ugly in the morning - you already know that," she sighed.

Sam smiled softly. "You don't look ugly ever."

Quinn felt her cheeks flush. "Thank you.."

Sam smirked and poked her cheek. "Nothing you didn't already know."

Quinn "It's different coming from you," she shrugged.

Sam kept his eyes on hers. "Why?" He asked softly.

Quinn "I dunno," she said, feeling her eyes flutter as he stared at her. "Makes me feel special, I guess."

Sam smiled a little. "You /are/ special, Quinn."

Quinn "Thank you. That means a lot," she stated.

Sam shrugged a little. "Just the truth."

Quinn "Well, I appreciate it regardless," Quinn said, moving to lay against him, resting her legs on the couch.

Sam wrapped his arm around her as she moved next to him and looked back to the TV. "Bring It On is on," he smirked.

Quinn "Ooh," she said, focusing on the television. "You're really treating me well tonight," she smirked, before quoting the movie as she recognized the scene.

Sam nodded along. "Right? I'm the best guy friend you ever had," he added, laughing a little as she continued to quote it. "Jeez. All cheerleaders love this movie, huh?"

Quinn "Totally," she agreed, nodding her head. "I think so. It's like, law."

Sam "Like, totally the rules of feminism?"

Quinn sat up excitedly as he quoted Mean Girls. "You are so awesome."

Sam laughed a little at her reaction. "Well, yeah, but that's just the side effects of a four year relationship, unfortunately."

Quinn "Four year relationship with a total bitch, might I add," she amended.

Sam "Ooh," he chuckled. "Angry Quinn."

Quinn "Unimpressed Quinn," she laughed.

Sam smirked a little. "Ahh, no point holding a grudge over that."

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Quinn "Well, good for you. I'm not so nice when it comes to people screwing me over," she chuckled softly.

Sam shrugged a shoulder. "What I had with her wasn't real love, so I can't be mad at her for ending it."

Quinn "That's a good way to look at it," she said, admiring his grace.

Sam nodded with a small smile. "Exactly. Life's too short for all that."

Quinn "Right," she said, nodding her head.

Sam looked back to the television, remaining silent for a long moment as he watched the movie.

Quinn "I think... I might fall asleep soon," she said with a little laugh.

Sam smiled down to her as she spoke, pulling her closer. "Then sleep, goof."

Quinn "I figured I'd let you go to the bed and stay here after," she told him.

Sam shook his head. "You take the bed. I'll crash out here."

Quinn shook her head. "I can't let you do that."

Sam shrugged. "It's no big deal, I don't mind."

Quinn "Alright," she said, reaching up to kiss his cheek softly. "Have a good night," she said, before slowly getting up and heading for the bedroom.

Sam smiled a little as she kissed his cheek before laying back on the couch. "Night, Quinn."