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Sam smirked as she kissed his cheek. "Apparently," he sighed out, rubbing his hands over his face before brushing his hair back. Glancing up to the sky for a moment, he tilted his attention back to Quinn. "Can we stay out here tonight?"

Quinn furrowed her brow curiously as he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, an action that usually signaled frustration. However, at his question, the blonde nodded her head. "Yeah, that sounds perfect, babe," she said, moving in closer to him. "Although we should probably wash off and get dressed."

Sam nodded at her words before peering over to the ocean. "Time to skinny dip?" He asked playfully, waggling his eyebrows at her.

Quinn rolled her eyes and stood up, moving in front of him to give him a hand up. "Looks like it, buddy," she smirked, heading down towards the shore.

Sam got to his feet with her help and followed her to the shore, sinking down quickly into the dark water.

Quinn continued into the water until her body was completely submereged. "So cold."

Sam smiled and swam over tho her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I can warm you up," he grinned, reaching in to press his lips softly against hers.

Quinn smiled and held onto him, returning the kiss gently. "Just how I like it," she commented, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

Sam chuckled quietly, holding her to his body as she rested her head against them and felt their bodies bob slowly in the water. "You feel better about us now?"

Quinn heard his question and considered giving him a simple 'yes' to avoid any more fighting which would surely ruin their perfect few hours spent together. "It's not like that," she said instead, wanting to hit herself over the head afterward. "I've never had a doubt in my mind about us, Sam. I know we're right together. It's just the reminders."

Sam listened to what she had to say and sighed a little, expecting yet another fight to ensue. Then she explained herself and he couldn't help but giver her that. He and Santana were only friends of course but flirting had been both of their normality for so long, it must have shone through now and then. "I can understand that," he nodded. "It's just, they're not on purpose, you know? I would never flaunt that in your face."

Quinn "I know that, which is why I feel bad being mad," she said, her finger drawing little shapes on his shoulder. "But like I've said, it doesn't make it suck any less."

Sam "I know, baby," he breathed, tilting his head to kiss her cheek before resting it over hers again. "It never should have happened in the first place. I just need you to move past this for me."

Quinn nodded her head slowly. "I can do that," she promised him, "Just...maybe don't talk about it, for me? Otherwise I'll have to start going into greater detail about my not-so-innocent kiss with Stephen," she said, clearly joking about the last part.

Sam nodded at her words slightly. "When you say don't talk about it, do you just mean like...you know, doing it? Because things like the shirt, that was just me wanting my shirt back." He rolled his eyes at her words, squeezing onto her a little tighter.

Quinn shrugged, "The thing about you just wanting your shirt back, is that it led to Santana sexting you."

Sam shook his head. "That's not true. Me telling her that I don't gawk at her body because I have a beautiful girlfriend of my own was how it led to her sexting me."

Quinn couldn't help but blush at his words. "Alright, I get it. I'm sorry," she said, sighing. "I just don't get why she can't respect us. Respect me."

Sam "It's okay, don't be." He began. Sam shook his head a little defensively at the Santana comment. "It's not that. It's just...it's who she is. She flirts and acts mean to avoid what's really going on."

Quinn "I'm sure that's true and I'm sure she's not so bad, but even if that's the case, you can't honestly tell me you'd be okay with it if I were in your shoes?"

Sam let out a sigh. "Yeah, I know, I'd be pissed. I...can't change her, though," he continued. "We're too much alike."

Quinn nodded her head, hoping he would have agreed to ask Santana to back off, but apparently that thought never crossed his mind. "Alright," she gave in, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

Sam felt as though they were close to another fight again and held her closer, wanting things to just be blissful and happy again. "I'll tell her to lay off," he replied quietly, tilting his head once more to kiss her cheek.

Quinn realized she was floating closer to him and understood his want for things to be happy. At his words, her eyes flickered up to him, showing her hopefulness. "Really? Probably a good idea, though. I'm about one more day away from biting her head off and you're the only reason I've been holding off on doing it."

Sam smiled softly, letting out a laugh as she got angry. "I'm not saying she'll listen but I'll tell her," he nodded, glancing down to her. "Biting her head off, huh? You mean like threatening to smack her across the face?" Sam continued, quoting her from earlier in the day. "Yeah, I saw that."

Quinn "She'll listen if she's actually your friend," she huffed, rolling her eyes as he quoted her. "Good. Maybe I wanted you to."

Sam shrugged. "I wouldn't have listened to her if the roles were reversed," he smirked, watching her roll her eyes. "Possessive again? You know how much I like that, babe."

Quinn "The more important factor is that Mike doesn't deserve to be hurt too," she pointed out. "Yes, I know," she said, slightly too cheery about it.

Sam "She's not gonna hurt Mike. She likes him too much," he told her quickly. Frowning a little at her words he pulled back and raised his eyebrows at her, wanting some sort of explanation.

Quinn chose not to reply, because she could only handle the conversation of Santana - and him defending her, for that matter - for so long. At his expression, she furrowed her brow. "What?"

Sam shook his head. "Nothing."

Quinn "Did I say something wrong?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Sam shook his head. "No, no, it's just the way you said 'Yes, I know' kinda came off as like a dig at me or something."

Quinn laughed, shaking her head. "You're insane, you know? I meant it in the way that 'I know you like it, that's why I do it.'"

Sam grinned a little relieved. "Oh. That's good then," he chuckled, reaching in to press his lips to hers. "Sorry, baby."

Quinn smiled against his lips. "It's okay, just a communication error," she said, tapping his nose with hers.

Sam scrunched his nose up happily against hers and looked back over to the beach. "I don't know about you but this water is still too cold for me. Think we're clean enough to go back to the beach now?"

Quinn chuckled, nodding her head. "We can go back... if you carry me," she smirked.

Sam raised an eyebrow to her before scooting them over a little and when his feet firmly touched the ground, the blonde slipped a hand underneath her legs and carried her out of the ocean all the way over to where their stuff was. Setting her down on her feet, he kissed her nose gently before sliding his boxers back on.

Quinn smiled as he obliged to her request, pulling him up into his arms and walking her to her towel. She grabbed her bra, underwear, and shorts and put them back on, before laying back on the towel, motioning for him to join her. "Now you should tell me a bedtime story," she smirked, curling her body up towards his.

Sam slipped his shorts back on before laying down next to her in the towel. "A bedtime story?" He scoffed, pulling her in closer to his body. "Pushing your luck, aren't you?"

Quinn shook her head with a toothy grin. "You'll do it anyway because you love me."

Sam rolled his eyes and cleared his throat before looking up to the stars. "Um, let's see..." he sighed. "Once upon a time there was a boy who was totally awesome, except he kinda strayed from his family a little. So, when it got too much, his grandfather banished him to this island where he didn't know anyone so that he could 'find himself'."

Quinn listened to his story with a smirk, her eyes fluttered shut. "This sound oddly familiar," she noted.

Sam "It gets better," he nodded. "Anyway, the boy hated it. Missed his life back home, even though he soon realized that it wasn't much of a life - but we'll get to that part in a little bit. On his first day, the boy noticed a girl. Well, this girl noticed him and made fun of his super abilities, but it definitely got his attention. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and he wanted to make her his." he grinned, squeezing her a little closer to him.

Quinn remained patient, drinking in every detail of the story - their story, with a few alterations. She let out an incredulous laugh when he mentioned the super abilities. With a smug smirk at her being the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, she rested her head on his chest, holding onto him.

Sam "They had a few bumps in the road. She couldn't stand him, being the first. A jester for a boyfriend being the second. A slightly evil temptress and others along the way. But in the end he got her and he realized that his grandfather had been right all along. 'Cause when he found her, he found himself again," he smiled, tilting his head down to her. " I don't think they've written the end of that story just yet but my sources tell me there's gonna be a little princess in there and they all live happily ever after."

Quinn laughed as he continued, giving each person involved in their story a counterpart in the fairytale version. When it came to the end, she smiled, reaching up to kiss him gently. "Best story I've ever heard," she promised, resting on her elbows to continue gazing at him admiringly. "God, you're perfect, Sam. Perfect for me."

Sam returned the kiss happily. "Yeah? Awesome," he laughed, glancing back at her as she gazed toward him. For the first time in a long time he felt his ears burn up as she complimented him. "I, uh..." he began, laughing a little. "I can't put into words how crazy I am about you. Or how much I love you right now."

Quinn noticed his embarrassment at his compliment and giggled. However, at his words, her cheeks took on the similar tint. "I think you just did."

Sam reached over to cup her cheek, keeping his eyes fixed on hers for a long moment. "I'm gonna marry you someday," he whispered, feeling strangely calm as he spoke. He wasn't nervous at all, not like when he told her he loved her. This felt definite. Certain.

Quinn kept her eyes on his, finding it impossible to look away. Her heart sped up as he spoke and she realized her palms were suddenly sweaty. "Just... don't make any big plans," she said, feeling as though she had to warn him or something.

Sam shook his head. "I know what I want. I know you. I want you forever, Quinn," he sighed. "I know, it's not been that long. Okay and I know it's not always easygoing with us. But I love you more than I've ever loved anything before. You're it for me."

Quinn wasn't sure when, but at some point during his little speech, had started crying. How was she so lucky to have ended up with him? Someone who would carry her baggage, offer to raise her kid, and then practically propose after just a month. She nodded her head, leaning down to kiss him. "You're right and I want it, too."

Sam propped himself up a little as she started crying, scared that his words had upset her somehow. Worries soon vanished when her lips were against his. Smiling at her words, he brought a hand up to wipe away her tears. "I'm so glad I found you,"

Quinn rested her forehead against his with a slight smile. "I'm glad you found me, too. You're exactly what the doctor prescribed," she smirked, resting her hand on the side of his neck.

Sam smirked at her words, rolling his eyes at her. "Oh, yeah? Did he prescribe this?" He asked, reaching into his shorts pocket to pull out a little yellow egg capsule.

Quinn raised her eyebrow, looking down at the capsule in his hand. "I don't know, depends on what it is..." she said, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Sam popped open the lid to reveal a plastic gold ring with a red gem in the middle. He looked up to her calmly.

Quinn glanced down at the ring, jaw dropped slightly. "Oh my god are you proposing?"

Sam shook his head quickly. "I wanna marry you...someday. 'til then, will you accept this promise ring?"

Quinn laughed softly, finding him adorable at that point. "What are you, six?"

Sam smirked, brushing her comment off. "If you accept, this ring will symbolize my promise to you to be true. To listen to your problems. To tell you when you have food in your teeth or eye gunk. To hold you every night until you fall asleep. To sing to you when you've had a crappy day. To hold your hand and brave through whatever battle you're facing," he paused for a moment. "To be the...father that Beth deserves. I promise, I'll love you forever."

Quinn felt her heart squeeze in her chest with every word that came out of his mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was the greatest thing she'd ever had happen to her, too. When he finished, she just sat there, smiling like a fool. "You've completely swept me off my feet," she whispered, "I love you, too." And with that, she held her hand out, waiting for him to give her the ring properly.

Sam smirked as she sat there silently smiling until the words fell out of her mouth. Looking down to her hand, he picked the ring out of the plastic container and slid it on her finger, surprised when it went on without protest. "Well, look at that," he chuckled, glancing back up to her. "Perfect fit."

Quinn watched happily as he slid the ringer onto her finger. "That it is," she agreed, moving her hand around to see the red gem shining under the moonlight. "Just like us," she smiled, lowering her body back to rest beside his.

Sam laughed lightly and nodded along. "Just like us," he agreed, pulling her under his arm before kissing her forehead gently. "How about we get some sleep now?"

Quinn grinned, nodding her head slowly. "Sounds great," she said, kissing his chest before getting ready to sleep beside him.