"Hey, is Quinn here?"
Judy opened the door wider. "Yes she is." She smiled at the cute blond boy standing on the front step, and then turned away, calling up the stairs, "Quinnie, you've got a visitor!"
"Tell Puck I said to go away!" Quinn shouted back.
"It's not Puck, sweetheart. It's a cute boy named..." Judy turned back to Sam, lowering her voice. "What's your name?"
"Sam Evans, Mrs. Fabray."
"Okay. It's a blond boy named Sam Evans, Quinnie!"
"OH!" Suddenly, there was a thump on the floor above that sounded like Quinn fell off her bed, and then there was loud clattering on the stairs, and suddenly Quinn appeared, breathless, at the bottom, smoothing down the fabric of her cheer uniform, reaching up and tightening her ponytail again. "Hey, Sam." She didn't even smile, instead she just gave him a cold look, so she would look like a cool girl, not some pathetic loser who was so excited to see any boy that gave her the time of day that she tripped and fell down the stairs. However, when Sam smiled at her, his eyes crackling merrily at her, her resolve cracked in two, and she found herself smiling back. Sam had the ability to do that, which made it super hard to keep up her Ice Queen image around him, and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be resolved.
"Hey, I was wondering if you would want to walk to Dairy Queen, and, uh, maybe get some ice cream or something? You know, if it's alright with your mom and everything?"
"I don't know," Quinn said haughtily, purposely looking above Sam's head.
"Well, it's fine by me. You two kids have fun." Judy walked into the kitchen.
"Well, I guess I can spare a couple hours. Let me just run upstairs and get some money..."
"No money." Sam moved forward, placing a hand to Quinn's wrist. "It's on me."
"But..."
"No buts either."
"Okay." Quinn smiled again, a smile that was so unlike the HBIC smile he normally saw, and it reminded him just why he loved her.
"Come on, let's go then."
Quinn nodded, letting herself do a giddy sort of laugh, like she might actually be a little bit excited to be spending some time with Sam. He grabbed her hand, and they walked out of her house, and down the street.
They saw Rachel and Finn, and they waved. The two waved back. They walked into the Dairy Queen. "What do you want?" Sam asked. Quinn leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
Quinn smiled. "I think I'm going to get an Oreo Blizzard and a Sprite. You?"
"Chocolate milk shake."
They walked up to the counter, and Sam gave the girl behind the counter their order. She nodded, serving it up for them, and Sam handed over the money.
"Let's eat over there," Sam suggested, pointing to a cozy looking table in the corner. They headed over there, setting their stuff down.
Quinn took a small bite of her ice cream, and then took a sip of her Sprite. Some water splashed over the edges of the plastic cup, and she ran her finger against the side, swooping it up so it wouldn't fall onto the table.
Things were going good. Her and Sam were good.
Until the door opened. Quinn turned to see who had entered.
A woman walked in. She looked tired, so tired, with bags under her eyes. She was wearing sweats, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail, but she still managed to look beautiful, and she still managed to keep a happy smile on her face.
Sam turned to see what Quinn was staring at, wondering why she had stopped talking. The woman was holding an adorable blond hair little girl in her arms with these amazing hazel eyes. She took in a sharp breath.
"Oh, Beth, I'm so tired." The woman tickled the little girl's stomach, and Beth giggled. "You kept me up all night with your crying. That's why we came here, for an energy boost. Well, going for my morning jog will be refreshing."
"Quinn, is... everything okay?" Sam asked, noticing the way Quinn's face had frozen up, noticing the way she had to struggle to hold back tears.
Quinn jumped up, running from the table and onto the sidewalk.
"Quinn!" Sam jumped up, not even bothering to throw their trash away, and followed her. "Quinn, wait up!" he called, but she never turned back.
Judy opened the door wider. "Yes she is." She smiled at the cute blond boy standing on the front step, and then turned away, calling up the stairs, "Quinnie, you've got a visitor!"
"Tell Puck I said to go away!" Quinn shouted back.
"It's not Puck, sweetheart. It's a cute boy named..." Judy turned back to Sam, lowering her voice. "What's your name?"
"Sam Evans, Mrs. Fabray."
"Okay. It's a blond boy named Sam Evans, Quinnie!"
"OH!" Suddenly, there was a thump on the floor above that sounded like Quinn fell off her bed, and then there was loud clattering on the stairs, and suddenly Quinn appeared, breathless, at the bottom, smoothing down the fabric of her cheer uniform, reaching up and tightening her ponytail again. "Hey, Sam." She didn't even smile, instead she just gave him a cold look, so she would look like a cool girl, not some pathetic loser who was so excited to see any boy that gave her the time of day that she tripped and fell down the stairs. However, when Sam smiled at her, his eyes crackling merrily at her, her resolve cracked in two, and she found herself smiling back. Sam had the ability to do that, which made it super hard to keep up her Ice Queen image around him, and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be resolved.
"Hey, I was wondering if you would want to walk to Dairy Queen, and, uh, maybe get some ice cream or something? You know, if it's alright with your mom and everything?"
"I don't know," Quinn said haughtily, purposely looking above Sam's head.
"Well, it's fine by me. You two kids have fun." Judy walked into the kitchen.
"Well, I guess I can spare a couple hours. Let me just run upstairs and get some money..."
"No money." Sam moved forward, placing a hand to Quinn's wrist. "It's on me."
"But..."
"No buts either."
"Okay." Quinn smiled again, a smile that was so unlike the HBIC smile he normally saw, and it reminded him just why he loved her.
"Come on, let's go then."
Quinn nodded, letting herself do a giddy sort of laugh, like she might actually be a little bit excited to be spending some time with Sam. He grabbed her hand, and they walked out of her house, and down the street.
They saw Rachel and Finn, and they waved. The two waved back. They walked into the Dairy Queen. "What do you want?" Sam asked. Quinn leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
Quinn smiled. "I think I'm going to get an Oreo Blizzard and a Sprite. You?"
"Chocolate milk shake."
They walked up to the counter, and Sam gave the girl behind the counter their order. She nodded, serving it up for them, and Sam handed over the money.
"Let's eat over there," Sam suggested, pointing to a cozy looking table in the corner. They headed over there, setting their stuff down.
Quinn took a small bite of her ice cream, and then took a sip of her Sprite. Some water splashed over the edges of the plastic cup, and she ran her finger against the side, swooping it up so it wouldn't fall onto the table.
Things were going good. Her and Sam were good.
Until the door opened. Quinn turned to see who had entered.
A woman walked in. She looked tired, so tired, with bags under her eyes. She was wearing sweats, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail, but she still managed to look beautiful, and she still managed to keep a happy smile on her face.
Sam turned to see what Quinn was staring at, wondering why she had stopped talking. The woman was holding an adorable blond hair little girl in her arms with these amazing hazel eyes. She took in a sharp breath.
"Oh, Beth, I'm so tired." The woman tickled the little girl's stomach, and Beth giggled. "You kept me up all night with your crying. That's why we came here, for an energy boost. Well, going for my morning jog will be refreshing."
"Quinn, is... everything okay?" Sam asked, noticing the way Quinn's face had frozen up, noticing the way she had to struggle to hold back tears.
Quinn jumped up, running from the table and onto the sidewalk.
"Quinn!" Sam jumped up, not even bothering to throw their trash away, and followed her. "Quinn, wait up!" he called, but she never turned back.
