DREAMS
CHAPTER TWO
SETTING: Quinn Fabray's home
WHO: Sam Evans & Quinn Fabray
WHEN: Evening after New Directions performed Don't Stop in Rumours episode
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything even remotely related to Glee or any product/song named below.
"Tell me this, Sam, what girl at McKinley has your heart? Why are you not with her right now?" Okay, that was kind of odd, he thought, but the name that fell from his lips was Quinn. "The blonde girl who had the baby last year?" "Yeah…Quinn." He closed his eyes. "I should be with Quinn…god, how I love Quinn…"
"…Quinn…Quinn…Quinn…" He felt himself saying her name over and over into a cool pillow against his cheek, his body rocking into the mattress of a bed. More awake, he heard himself say, "Awww fuck Quinn…" and then felt the explosion from his cock and sweet jesus the release felt so good, so needed. He just kept coming and rocking into that bed, gripping that pillow up to his face, when reality crashed into him. Where the fuck was he?
He managed to open one eye, knowing it was not going to be good when he saw the muted pastel lavender and pink of the room, the white dresser, the butterfly rug, Quinn in the doorway of her bedroom, her hand covering her mouth. His right hand was actually still stroking himself over his jeans, thankfully under a blanket, but the front of his jeans was soaked, plus his hand and the sheet, just covered in jizz from apparently a massive orgasm…and oh god, he just wanted to die right there.
The evening was coming back to his dream-fuzzy mind. Quinn had called him at work, telling him she had brought his kid siblings to her house to watch movies, and he could pick them up there. By the time he got there, he was exhausted and his kid sister and brother had fallen asleep. He called his parents to see if they could just stay there for the evening after Quinn had told him it would be simpler if they slept there that night.
Sam had just looked exhausted when he got there; she told him to just lay down on her bed, she really doesn't know why she offered him her bed but she did. He kicked off his shoes and lay down, falling asleep almost instantly. She covered him with a blanket and went back to sleep on a couch in her family room where his younger siblings were. She woke up a few hours later and went to her room to check on him where she found him moaning her name in his sleep and apparently humping her bed. When she heard him say "awww fuck Quinn" and saw his entire body shudder under her blanket, she pretty much knew what had just happened but her hand went to her mouth in shock.
The dream had been extremely vivid to him and seemed to go on forever. Oh my god, I gave up my V card to Mrs. …Ms. Rhodes, he thought. What a freakin awesome wet dream except for the fact that it happened in Quinn's bed. And now, she was standing in her doorway, looking mortified. He pushed himself up off her pillow. "Quinn…I am so sorry…" he whispered.
He nearly passed out when she flew across the room, falling on her knees at the bedside, pulling him to her in a kiss. He pulled away from her. "Ummm Quinn…" Not only was her kissing him freaking him the hell out, but he was sticky and could smell what had happened…he wasn't even sure at this point what she had seen from the doorway, if she knew he had just basically fucked her mattress, but he was sure she was going to figure it out shortly.
They both started talking at once. "Sam, it's okay…we need to talk…" "Quinn…I think I had…ummm…an accident…" He figured he'd better just come out and tell her about the dream he had no control over. Wait…why had she kissed him? Said they needed to talk? She laid her hand alongside his face, gazing at him. "Sam, I think I know what happened…" she glanced down toward his mid section. "I'm sorry," he muttered, looking down at the hand propping him up. "It happens, right?" she said, seeing how embarrassed he was. "I probably need to get cleaned up…" She went to her dresser and dug around, pulling out a pair of sweatpants. "Hopefully, these will work for you. I'm going back to rest with Stevie and Stacey…you can use my shower if you want. And then maybe we can talk."
She left her bedroom, and he peeled back the blanket, taking in the mess he woke up to. It felt worse than what it actually was, his clothes taking most of the hit, only a small spot on Quinn's sheet. It had felt like gallons of come were spilling from him as he awoke but thankfully that was not the case. He noticed the bottom of his shirt was also wet, so he found a t-shirt in Quinn's closet, he hoped she wouldn't mind. In her bathroom, he started the shower and peeled off his clothes, carefully folding his jeans and shirt to hide the stains and then folding his briefs and sandwiching them between the pants and shirt, wondering if she had like a Wal-Mart sack laying around for him to carry them home (hotel room) in. The shower felt wonderful, and he spent that time reliving the dream about April Rhodes. Why her, he thought? So strange but crazy hot. At least Quinn had not freaked out when she found him and ohmygod she had kissed him. She had ran to him and kissed him. Then his thoughts wandered to what if it had been Quinn in his dream? What if that could just happen in real life? He tried to stop those thoughts before they started, but it was hard for him to push them out of his head. After his shower, he pulled on Quinn's sweats, obviously commando, and felt a little weird wearing girl's sweats but they worked and then pulled on her t-shirt, which was a little tight but at least he wasn't wearing his come-stained shirt.
He found Quinn sitting in her family room, his kid siblings asleep on the floor. She looked up at him from the couch, smiling. "You look handsome Sam," she said quietly. "I kinda needed to borrow a tee, if that's okay. I'm, uh, sorry again about your bed. It's not that huge of a mess. I can wash your sheet if you want me to." He sat down on the couch with her.
"No, that's fine, I'll take care of it…umm, about tonight…" she started. Here it is he thought what she wanted to talk about. She was looking at her hands in her lap, twisting them around one another. "You know, I probably should be angry or sad or something other than…relieved, I suppose…" Sam waited for her to go on. "Finn broke up with me tonight…" she whispered. He thought he heard her wrong. "What? What do you mean?" he said finally. "It was kinda mutual, I guess…neither one of us was happy, he's obviously still in love with Rachel…"
Sam just sat there, shocked really, not sure what to say. Quinn took a deep breath and went on, "…and Finn seems to think I still have feelings for you." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Sam, I do…I do still care for you…" He sat there, still stunned. The week had been such a rollercoaster for him and now trying to process this, it was nearly overwhelming to him. How was he supposed to respond? Of course, he still had feelings for her, as well, god he still loved her, but had put them all on his back burner since she was with Finn and he had been seeing Santana. And now she was sitting here telling him that she and Finn had split up and she still cared for him. So, he did the only thing that came naturally to him when it had to do with Quinn…he scooted closer to her, took her hand, and kissed her gently.
"Can we…Sam, can we try again? Maybe a date?" she asked him timidly once their lips parted. Sam finally found his voice after gazing in her eyes for a moment. "Quinn, a date with you would be a dream come true…"
