"I don't really expect you to help me unpack." Quinn started on another box, pleased to find her desk supplies. She started to unload them and organize them in her desk, turning her back on Sam.
"Why am I up here then?" She heard him settle on her bed, and turned to find him laying against her headboard with his hands behind his head, one leg extended, and the other knee bent. He looked sexy.
Quinn banished the thought from her mind. After Puck, she tried to just ignore guys completely. This one was different, though. He had barely said ten words to her but she still found herself longing to hear more.
"Unpacking alone is boring." Quinn plugged in her lamp and turned it on, illuminating her work area. "You're my company." She turned and winked at Sam. "Entertain me."
"I'm sorry, but I think you're confused." Damn that southern accent was hot, no matter how subtle it was.
"How am I confused, exactly?" Quinn turned around and leaned on her desk, one hand on either side of her.
Sam stood up and wandered over to her slowly, and she felt her breath begin to catch.
"When I say I'ma do something, I do it." Sam reached over her and picked up the box, setting on the chair in-between them.
Quinn giggled. "I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me." Almost immediately after she spoke, she slapped a hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened.
Sam stared at her for too long, then picked up the line. "So fuck the world feed it beans, it's gassed up."
"I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly, and all those who look down on me, I'm tearing down your balcony." Quinn laughed again, and Sam joined in.
"How did you know that?" Sam asked her, amazed. She shrugged.
"I guess I just picked it up." There was no way that she was going to admit she was a diehard Eminem fan, and had all of his albums…face up in the box between the two of them.
The one Sam was staring at.
His eyes flicked up to hers, and a crooked smile settled on his admittedly large mouth.
"Picked it up. Right." Sam picked up the CDs and put them away inside Quinn's CD rack.
She rolled her eyes, slightly embarrassed. "Shut up, Sam."
He did, and they worked in silence for a few minutes before he broke.
"What grade are you?" He asked her, open curiosity on his face.
Quinn smiled. It was nice to be around somebody who wasn't worried about status, and how curiosity was a bad thing for some reason.
"I'm going into my junior year, at some place called Jefferland. Weird name for a school, if you ask me."
Sam couched a few times, and kept reaching into the box, pulling out the rest of her CDs.
"What about you?" Quinn bent down and sat under the dest, working on hooking up her TV to the cable box, then put the expander cable on the plug and plugged in her DVD player and Roku with both other objects.
"I'm starting my sophomore year in the fall." He ruffled the hair on the back of his head with one hand. "You're going to my school."
"Great, at least I'll know one person there." Quinn finished up with the cords and took out her DVDs, setting them in a pile on her desk before setting up the bookshelf next to it and organizing them by genre.
"You won't be embarrassed?" Sam's voice was astonished.
"Should I be?"
"Uh, I'm not exactly popular. I mean, I'm on the football and basketball teams, but people aren't lining up to be my friend."
Pitiful. Quinn almost laughed until she saw the humiliated look on Sam's face; he regretted saying anything, that much was clear.
"Don't worry about it." She swallowed her pride and cleared her throat. "I wasn't popular at my old school, so it won't be anything new. I was actually unpopular; even though I was captain of the varsity cheer team, my place in the glee club kind of ruined my reputation."
Quinn shrugged, and waited for Sam to say something back.
"How were you not popular? You're gorgeous and sweet, and you're nice to me of all people."
She laughed. He was the first guy to compliment her in a long time. She didn't count guys-or girls- saying that she was hot, and people declaring that they would 'tap that' or any other euphemism for sex was definitely not a compliment.
Quinn beamed at him, then glanced behind him at her window to see another figure watching intently from Sam's room. Two figures, actually.
"Sam, don't look now but your mom and little sister are watching us."
To his credit, he didn't do anything, but he did blush. Of embarrassment, most likely. Suddenly, Quinn got an idea. A devilish, devious, hilarious idea.
"Do you want to give them a show?" She giggled. "Free of charge."
Sam gulped, turning even more red. "Like what?" He managed, before he started coughing.
"We could kiss, then close the blinds." As she said it, she got a bit embarrassed too. Maybe it was a dumb idea. No, she proposed it, she had to see it through. "It would drive them absolutely wild."
Sam considered it for a minute, the nodded almost eagerly. "Are you ready?" His voice was a bit lower, huskier, and his southern accent a bit more prominent.
"I'm ready whenever you are. Make it sudden, so that they don't exp-mmph." Quinn was cut off by Sam's hands cupping her cheeks and his lips on her own.
She slid her hands up, kissing back, and felt the ridges of the back of his hands before she moved on to loop her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Sam broke away briefly, eyelids low. "Was that okay?"
"Yeah, of course it was. Do it again."
Instead of waiting for him to initiate, Quinn took charge and pulled him back to kiss her again, moving one of her hands to the back of his head to tug him forward and playing with the shorter, sensitive hairs on the back of his neck.
He moved them backwards and they tripped, falling on the bed so that she landed on Sam. The broke apart and both laughed, Quinn pulling away and crawling across the bed to close the curtains, pretending not to see the two girls in the opposite window scurrying for hiding places where they could still see.
Quinn craned her head around while fiddling with the ties on the more fickle of the curtains. "Are you comfortable taking off your shirt?"
Instead of an answer, she got a rustling sound and lips kissing her under her ear. Finally, she got the tie undone and the curtain fell shut, blocking them off from the rest of the world.
"That was awesome. You did really well." Quinn turned around and leaned against the wall, still sitting on her bed, and her feet barely reached the other side. She didn't expect another kiss, but she didn't question it. "What…?"
"It would be a shame to waste such a nice opportunity for us to bond, don't you think?" Sam skimmed over her and sat down next to her, licking her bottom lip when he was settled against the wall.
"Yeah." Quinn was a little breathless, but pleased. "A waste."
She looked down and saw that his shirt was on the floor, across the room, which meant that his upper half was no longer hidden. Running a hand up the best abs she had ever seen was nice, but the noises that Sam was making and the things he was doing with his lips was infinitely better.
"Quinnie, is that boy-." Her mother barged into her room, carrying a dishtowel and two plates with take-out Chinese on them.
"Yes, Sam's still here." Quinn almost snapped at her mother for interrupting them, but she contained herself.
Sam stood up and picked up his shirt, sliding it back on. Gone was the confident boy who had spoken of bonding. Now, he was nervous and bright red.
"I brought you two food." Judy didn't seem to know what to do.
"I can see that." Quinn took the plates, and stared her down. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Judy glanced around the room, and left without another word.