#fondermusique

      IT’S A SIMPLE GESTURE,  one that could have multiple meanings. one main one could be her being tired, and his shoulder is the closest thing to rest on. but at the same time, there they were, alone, the two of them in his basement curled up on the couch, a nice feel-good movie projected onto the wall across from them, the sound turned down low. one blanket stayed in their laps while another was wrapped around their shoulders. cozy being the best word to describe the two.

but do you REALLY want the K? / @fondermusique + 10. Upside-Down Kiss & 17. Cheek Kiss

comic books and superheroes — those have always been a couple of the things that sam’s been passionate about, and spider-man was and still is his absolute favorite. he grew up dressing as a different version of spider-man for countless halloweens, pretending he could climb on walls and swing from building to building. that kind of playfulness stuck with him as he grew up. with how jaded people in lima often were, sam’s happy-go-lucky personality and free-spirited way of living always resulted with everyone else in the student body sending him questioning looks. that didn’t stop him from having fun.

the mckinley high football team and cheerios are sharing the field for their practices today. coach beiste is merciless with the drills that have been set up for them, and the majority of the guys look like they’re near collapsing. as he looks over at the cheerios running laps around the running track, after they’ve been pushed to the extremes by coach sylvester, it looks like they’re handling their training better than the guys are. his gaze lands on his girlfriend, running in the lead ( not much of a surprise, as her athleticism is impeccable ), with santana and brittany not too far behind her.

he’s finished with is own drills, coach lightening the load on him out of concern for his previously dislocated shoulder. he glances over at both of their coaches, checking if they were paying him any attention. with the coast clear, he runs over to the pull-up bar placed near the start of the tracks and hops up, pulling the weight of his entire body up and hooking the back of his knees around the bar so he could hang upside-down. he grabs hold of the bar to keep himself balanced, watching as quinn finishes the last of her laps. she spots him, a questioning brow arched. still heavily breathing, she makes sure coach sylvester doesn’t have her eyes on her before approaching him.

“hiya,” sam greets her with a grin as goofy as could be while he hangs upside-down, their faces at the same level. “hi. should i be concerned?” she gestures to his body before folding her arms across her chest. “what, this?” he curls up before letting go of the bar and falling back to hang, causing quinn to have a moment of panic and rushing forward with her hands out, expecting him to fall. sam laughs softly and reaches over to cup her cheeks while she reprimands him for scaring her. “aw, hey. i’m fine, quinn. i haven’t practiced hangin’ upside-down as spider-man for years for nothin’.”

sam’s playfulness had been a bit grating at first ( sometimes she’d catch herself laughing simply just to humor him ), and while she’s rebuilding her image from the ground up and takes her reputation too seriously to allow herself to mirror his behavior, he always managed to bring out a lighter side of her once in a while ( a feeling of levity she hasn’t felt in so long ). “speakin’ of spider-man, you know that kiss he and mary jane do while he’s hangin’ upside-down from a web?” the sound of a gag behind quinn captures their attention, their heads turning to find santana with disgust pointed towards their interaction. “ignore her.” their eyes meet once more, sam anticipating her answer. “let me guess — you want me to be your mary jane and play out your weird little fantasy? here, of all places?”

it’s definitely an odd request to ask, but he doesn’t expect her to want to do it, especially right where everyone could see. he isn’t sure if big public displays of affection seemed to be quinn’s thing. “you’re more like my gwen stacy, but no — only if you’d want to and not around everyone else if you’re more comfortable.” while quinn seems to be thinking it over, he hears his name in the distance, looking over quinn’s shoulder to see coach beiste calling him back and threatening him with more drills if he doesn’t rush back. “looks like that’s my cue to leave.”

as sam moves to get off the bar, a hand reaches out to pull him back with quinn cupping the sides of his face, caressing his cheek before placing her lips over his. sam has a tight grip on the bar, careful not to lose his balance. their eyes flutter shut, lips molded together and moving in sync as they immediately melt into each other, everyone around them quickly forgotten for a moment  —— until the sound of a booming alarm echoes from sue sylvester’s bullhorn pulls them apart. “q! i’m not holding practice for you to suck face with frog-lipped macaulay culkin! get everyone in formation!”

there’s a crimson tinge on quinn’s cheeks as she steps back so sam could get himself down from the bar. he lands back on his feet, nearly losing his balance and lightheaded after having the blood rush to his head. her hands quickly reach out to land on his sides, steadying him as he tries to regain balance. “are you okay?” he’s dazed from what seemed to be such a short-lived kiss, evident as he broke into a large grin. “i’m great.” another call of his name has him glancing towards the field. “i’ll catch you later?” quinn offers him a nod and a soft, warm smile which he gives in return. he leans in and places a tender peck to her cheek before running off back to practice and yelling out to her. “i love you!”

       A SIMPLE WORD,  barely a mutter from the blanketed lump on the bed, familiar blonde hair making his eyes trail to that sleepy face he LOVED so much. her eyes weren’t open, but he knew it was futile to attempt to disobey, feeling her pout prepped and ready should he protest.