It's been a year since Sam Evans graduated from high school, he's now living in San Diego, California where he is taking part time classes at UCSD. Meanwhile across the continental United States, Quinn Fabray is a sophomore at Yale University. She has settled into college life well although as hard as she tried to prevent it she has lost contact with her ex-glee club members. What will happen when Quinn reaches out to Sam after two years? Will their love flourish once more after leaving things between them unsettled, or will it once again end up in heartbreak and angst?
"And that is the meaning of life. Now before I let you guys go, yes I see you on the edge of your seats and I'm assuming it isn't because of the fascinating wisdom I've just imparted into your heads. Go out there and experience life, consider it a grade. See you next Monday, remember to bring your scantron since we have a major exam."
Quinn smiled forward as one of her favorite professors wrapped up her lecture. As she gathered her macbook pro and placed it into its light green colored sleeve she almost laughed at how comical her last bit of lecture was. Quinn? Experiencing life? All she ever did was study. She'd practically placed a wall around her, a fortress you might say which people were unable to clamber over, be it with texts, phone calls or tweets. She rose from her seat and shuffled behind her classmates as they made their way out of the huge auditorium. She watched as people went this way and that, with friends and alone and wondered what their lives were like. Were they as stressed as she was? She shook her head as if answering her own question. No one was as stressed as she was. As she arrived at the bike rack in front of the auditorium she placed her shoulder bag into the basket at the front of her bike and hopped on, thankful to have it as both a source of transportation and exercise.
She breathed in the clean New Haven air as she whizzed by, her legs pumping the pedals as she went uphill and into the residential area of campus. One turn left, then a turn right she slowed down until she came upon the small but absolutely adorable red bricked condo she called home. 'Home' wasn't what she was used to back in Lima, this home was all hers.. and Amber's- her roomate. Their condominium was perfect, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, living room, even a small little area in the back where they had a garden and a grill. As Quinn climbed the two small steps onto the deck she remembered what it was like when she'd first arrived in New Haven and met Amber at the lease signing. She'd been hesistant at first, who wouldn't have been when you were in a new place alone and were about to begin living with a complete stranger. Thankfully the two had hit it off from the start and they'd been each others lifelines, a break from classes and studies, exams and loneliness.
"Amber, you home?" Quinn called out as she closed the door behind her and walked towards her bedroom. She placed her bag gently on her bed and pulled her laptop out, placing it on the white desk beside her. "Amber?" she called out one last time tentatively and listened for a minute. "Taking that as a no" she said to no one in particular and switched on her macbook. As the screen booted up and she typed in her password she grabbed her computer and walked it with her towards her bed, placing it beside her as she got comfortable. It was 6 in the evening, a Friday night, and Quinn was laying in bed. Her social life was a joke. In high school she'd been a queen bee, a cheerleader, the epitome of what the popular girl should have been, in college she wasn't. There were no queen bee's in college, everything you received had to be worked for and that's what she was doing.. or should have been doing instead of opening up Facebook and scrolling down her newsfeed.
"Boring.. Old news.. Oh look she got a cat.."
She was about to log off and curse boredom before she came upon a post from someone she hadn't seen in two years.
"Sam Evans: Nothing better than feeling the sun on your face as a wave takes you under. Screw you San Diego tides."
Quinn couldn't deny the fact that the mere sight of his name sent shivers up her spine. Exactly two years ago she had left her home, her friends, her mom, to come here. And in those two years she'd only talked to Rachel three times, each of those thimes the conversation revolving on her relationship with Finn and the fact that he still wasn't in New York. She'd also talked to Mercedes, but texts became scarce and so did calls. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: Were Sam and her still together? She had no reason to think about this, she had cheated on him, she had lost him, yet here he was filtering into her mind on a Friday night while he was in the other side of the world. She missed talking to people, but Sam wasn't just anyone. He was someone she had fun with, he calmed her down and brought her up, took care of her.. loved her. Contacting him wouldn't hurt- it couldnt.
She noticed there was a small green circle next to his name on her chat box and decided to send him an i.m.
Quinn: Surfing lessons not going so good I take it?
Debating whether to sign off completely and put her computer under her bed as she waited for a response, any response her heart began to hammer as "Sam Evans is typing" appeared at the bottom of the window.
Sam: Well well well, if it isn't Miss Fabray. Just because I look the part doesnt mean I have it :P
How was it that he could make her smile so easily.
Quinn: Had me fooled Mr. Evans. I was under the impression you could do anything, forgive me.
She closed her eyes and laid her head on the pillow beneath her as a ding chimed from the computer and her eyes scanned the message, a smile immediately springing to her face.
Sam: Is that so? Don't let me ruin the illusion.
Ding.
Sam: How are you Q, it's been a while!
"I'm bored, and lonely, and homesick. I miss my mom and Sue, Mr. Shuester, Mercedes, Rachel.. you"
Quinn: I'm doing great, focusing on school really. I know I know, I've been busy and I didn't know if anyone even used this thing anymore. All my roomate raves about is Twitter these days. What about you Sam? How are you?
Sam: That's great! Don't tell me you don't have one of those, everyone has one Q! You're running late on the times! I'm good. I'm actually in sunny San Diego but you saw that because of my status..
She laughed as she read his answer once again and didn't notice a mahogany head of hair that appeared at her door.
"What are you doing?" she heard Amber's distinct voice from the doorframe. Quinn's eyes quickly looked up as she lowered the screen down a bit so Amber couldn't see what she was up to. Its not that she was doing something wrong, in fact all she was doing was catching up with a friend but she was still self conscious about things like this, her friends from home. "Oookay.. want to go get some food with me? Free slices at Coops up on third."
At the mention of food Quinns stomach rumbled and the two girls laughed. "I think that answers your question." Ding. "Uh- let me get changed and do something with my hair and I'll meet you in the living room. 5 minutes" she smiled at Amber and turned her light green eyes in her direction.
"5 minutes Q, or I'm going without you!" her roomate laughed and walked back out towards her own bedroom, thankfully closing the door behind her. Quinn hopped off the bed and spun the laptop around, moving the screen back into position as she opened the window back up.
Sam: Shit theres a time difference and I don't know what it is
She smiled as she typed back;
Quinn: No worries, it's only 6:45. What times is it there? Will you be on long, Im heading out to grab some food.
Sam: 3:45. Actually I have class in like 15 minutes and I have to get off. You have my number right? Use it Fabray :P Have a good dinner.
At that she saw the green dot become replaced with a gloomy gray one. Of course she had his number, she had everyones number, she just didn't use them. And here he was, challenging her after a forty five minute conversation. "Get a grip, Fabray" she warned herself as she grabbed a headband and ran her finger through her shoulder lenght blonde hair. She closed her laptop and quickly rimmed eyeliner on her lids and applied mascara to her ridiculously long eyelashes before heading out towards the livingroom. She saw Amber snacking on something as she scrolled on her phone, her head turning up as she heard Quinns footsteps. "Good, I was about to go in there and drag you out" she teased. "Shit" the blonde said, "One sec!" she called towards her loudly as she turned and sprinted back to her bedroom. The blonde grabbed her cellphone from her nightstand and placed it in her pocket before heading back out, this time Amber threw her a weird look before walking towards the door.
"What the hell was that?"
"Nothing.. I almost forgot something is all" she shrugged.
"You're so weird tonight" the brunette laughed and led the way up the street towards the pizza place, the cellphone in the blondes pocket burning a hole in her shorts with each step she took. The steps rhytmically saying "Text him" as her sandals slapped the pavement.
Text him. Text him. Text him.
