Malteser Orbs
Summary: For Quinn Fabray, her life is peachy and sweet. She and her boyfriend Sam Evans are shoo-ins for Prom King and Queen. Still, she can't seem to forget a certain, malteser brown-eyed quarterback. Rated T for language. READ PLEASE! :D
Chapter 1: BoyToy
QuinnPov
"Quinniekins! Sam's on the home phone." Mom noted, giving me a knowing look. Puhleeze. Like she knew anything about me and Sam. I rolled my eyes. Sam was adorable, yes, but he called me everyday at least twice to "check in on me." Poor Sam. Ever since that weenie little kiss I shared with Finn at Valentine's day, Sam's been overly suspicious. Sighing, I picked up the home phone.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Hey, Quinn. Breadstix tonight in half an hour? I'll pick you up."
"It's a date."
Smirking, I dropped the cordless, and headed to my walk-in closet to choose an outfit. Tonight, I was going for simple yet cute, casual but still alluring, because I had a particular favor I needed Sam to agree on.
~10 minutes later~
I tugged a brush through my tresses one more time, and spritzed myself with a dash of Marc By Marc Jacob's Daisy perfume. Sam had bought me a large bottle as a Christmas present along with a pretty rainbow colored Roxy beanie. I stared at myself in the mirror. A figure hugging purple halter top showed off my pale back. Seven For All Mankind skinny jeans encircled my waist. Matching Violet peep-toes were strapped, and a royal purple hairband sat regally on my blonde head. I added a gold Fendi clutch and voila. I had accomplished the look I wanted, and looked sexy but not slutty. Smacking my cherry chapsticked lips together, I trotted triumphantly outside my house, where Sam waited patiently in his Dad's silver BMW. He grinned at me, and I felt a flicker of pleasure when his eyes raked over my body appreciatively. I tilted my cheek in his direction so he could kiss me. "You look fantastic, Quinn." "Mhm. Hurry up, I'm starving." I said irritably. Obediently, Sam drove as fast as he could, but not over speed limit. When we arrived, Jane, one of the older waiters of BreadStix, ushered us into a vinyl booth. Sam got a Ribeye Steak with mashed potatoes, while I got a Caesar salad with dressing on the side. As soon as the food came, I abruptly pounced on the topic. "So, what are you wearing to Prom?" I asked in between bites of my salad. "Umm… I dunno… A tuxedo?" He replied, chowing down his steak. I rolled my eyes dramatically. "A tuxedo is not a complete answer. Which brand? What color? I need to know soon, so that it wouldn't clash with my dress." I had already chosen my dress, and it was love at first sight.
*Flashback*
It was strapless, and it was the most gorgeous shade of cotton candy pink. It was midthigh, but it had a frilly train which cascaded down to the floor, and hugged my body in a way I had never experienced before. A strange sensation had quaked in my delight and ecstacy tumbled down on me as I paired the dress with a strappy pair of Manolo Blahniks.I envisioned myself wearing this at Prom, my hair would be secured in an exotic French chignon,and as a silver tiara inlaid with pink diamonds would settle on my head, my prom king, wearing a crisp tuxedo from some designer brand would grin eagerly at me. I also pictured a cheering crowd, screaming out my name as we were crowned. "QUINN! QUINN! QUINN!" while my handsome Prom King, would smile at me, his chocolatey eyes warm and sparkling with joy.
*End of Flashback*
Wait a minute. Chocolatey eyes? That was just wrong. Sam doesn't have brown eyes, his eyes are clear and blue! That could only mean I was thinking of a whole different person. Finn Hudson. I could feel my cheeks burning with guilt as heat crept up my skin. "Quinn, are you ok? You look flushed." Sam said, concern and care dripping in his voice. "I'm fine. Give me a second, ok?" I rushed from my seat, and collided with a tall boy with those chocolatey eyes I was just daydreaming about a second ago. Oopsie.
I watched shamefully as those familiar eyes lit up in recognition when he saw me. "Quinn. Nice seeing you outside Glee club. You here on a date with Sam?" Finn Hudson questioned, enveloping me in a clumsy hug. I could see Rachel Berry, my ogre faced arch nemesis looking glum when her date hugged me. I smirked, all the nervousness and guilt vanishing rapidly. "Heey, Finn. Yeah, I'm here with Sam." I replied, pointing to Sam, who was shooting death rays at Finn and getting up from his seat. "Finn." Sam says with hostility, and he slips an arm around my waist. Finn nods in Sam's direction, and then turns to me. "We have a lot to catch up on. Want to grab lunch together tomorrow?" Finn says. I could feel Sam's grip on my waist tighten. I flip my blonde hair over my shoulder so Finn could admire my halter top, and said, "Sure. 11:30, dining hall." I gave him one of my flirtatious smiles and walked back to our table, Sam trailing behind like a rejected puppy until I realized. What the hell? Did I just flirt with Finn, my ex? What the crap is wrong with me?
