Sam felt such a failure. He was supposed to cook for Quinn that day but just trying to find a good recipe and even going to the grocery to buy the ingredient made him feel lazy. He knew he could trick Quinn on this. Since he had no more time, he bought some meatball spaghetti from an Italian store somewhere near the campus and a plastic container to transfer it to. He had to make it look like he cooked the meal. When he was all ready, he finally went to Quinn's dorm. Trying to be careful, every move he made was quiet. He really didn't want to cause trouble for both him and Quinn so he agreed to keep everything a secret. Immediately, he knocked on her door numerous times. After what he did to her, he knew it was possible that she'll keep him waiting at the front door. He waited until she answered the door.
Quinn had a strong feeling that today's lesson would be much greater than their last two. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with their first meeting, but finally allowing her wall to slightly break down on him, she was starting to feel a sort of comfort with the boy. But despite this feeling, she had felt a bit of anxiousness creep up on her. Possibly from the events that transpired the day before. And that fact that she would soon become a victim to his food, not that she was too worried from it.. But she soon remembered the boy mentioning that if he had in fact tried to cook, he would burn an oven. These thoughts soon shuffled in her head as she heard a knock at the door. As a smirk appeared on her face, thinking of leaving the boy the exact same way he had done to her, she had soon remembered that in no way could she risk anyone, especially Biff to see Sam. Quickly shuffling towards the door, Quinn had unlatched the hook, welcoming the boy into her shared room. "Well, hello there."
Sam took off his aviator sunglasses when Quinn finally opened the door. Thankfully, she didn't try what he did to her their first meeting. A smirk formed in his face when he saw the girl. "Oooh, that was fast. Excited to see me?" He asked, nose squinting before he entered the place. "I thought you were gonna leave me hanging at your door but I guess you're more mature thinking than I am." He looked at her place and it was definitely a lot smaller than his place. Not that he was judgmental but he just got kinda used with his space which was more than where he was now. "Guess what I bouuuughhhtt!" He said, singing the last word as he proudly lifted the pasta he had in front of her. "Tell me if it's good or amazing, okay." He said, passing the food to her before finding a seat.
Quinn had tried to suppress her scoff as the boy had made this way into her place. "No actually, but you'll still think whatever you'd like," quickly pushing her hand against the door, causing it to swing closed as Sam had made his way past her. "Well, to be honest I had thought about it for a quick moment, but decided against it on the fact that perhaps someone would see you." She had shrugged past him, taking a seat on her bed, surrounded by a variety of pillows. A small smile had appeared on Quinn's face, quite surprised that he had taken the time to actually cook the food for her.. Or so she thought. "I'm pleasantly surprised you actually pulled through with it, props to you." She had murmured, placing the radiating box upon her lap. "Alright, so did you have a specific choice of topic for us to work on today?" She spoke softly, opening the box as the stench was itching her scent.
Sam nodded in agreement when she said he'll still think whatever he'd like. It was true. He wasn't to believe anyone but his own assumptions. When she said she had thought about getting revenge but decided against it, Sam snapped his fingers. "Darn it. I should have shouted my name before knocking at your door. How I wish someone saw me." He pouted at the girl, just teasing her about getting caught in their situation. Sam decided it would be really inappropriate and awkward if he sat on the bed with her. He may be an annoying guy but he'll never disrespect a girl like that. Especially his companion. He sat on one of the chairs and smiled when she showed appreciation on the food he bought…I mean, cook for her. He didn't add anymore comments cause he knew he wouldn't be able to answer a question she might just raise on him. Asking what choice of topic they'd want to work on that day, Sam smirk at her again and cross his arms on his chest. "Well, we could uhm…discuss about that cheer leading outfit you were telling me. I'm really curious about that. I'd like to learn more about it, please."
Quinn couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as he said he wished someone had saw him. "I really do not doubt that. I truly believe you somehow want Biff to find out, just so you can see him under some heat over you." That was something she never really understood about men, their constant need to feel superior against one another, she assumed it was just human nature. Pulling a plastic fork from the bag, Quinn had slowly poked down on a piece of the pasta, not exactly sure what to suspect from the food. Placing the first bite into her mouth, she started to bite down. The taste slowly seeping to her taste buds. It was good. Like /very/ good, though she would never admit that to him. "It's um.. yeah, it's alright." She had lied with a straight face, quickly shoving another piece into her mouth. With the mention of cheer leading, Quinn's brows furrowed together. "Sam, come on, I though we decided we'd be serious."
Sam laughed back, nodding at her. "Yeah, you're probably right. I can already see how the hair gel on your boyfriend's hair would just melt in madness and all the hair in his body would curl up." He really had this good feeling in his heart whenever Biff was in pain, even just in his mind. He just never liked the guy ever since they first met. Sam stared at her as she started tasting the food. He was looking straight in her eyes, trying to examine the truthfulness in case she lies about it. Instead of finding anything, staring at her eyes made him realize how gorgeous they were. He could literally drown in those pair anytime of the day. They were just mesmerizing to look at. He shook his head when she said it was alright. "They're not alright. They're fucking good. I bought that at the Italian store behind campus. That's one of my favourite meals." He said, as he laughed out loud, still in the vibe of April Fools. "I know, I know. I said, I'd cook. I just didn't have time okay? Unless you want me to miss our meeting today, I'd definitely cook something up. Obviously, I chose the most important thing…education and learning. Am I right?" He smiled and gave her a thumbs up before laughing at her again. He raised his hands in surrender when her brows furrowed together. It was the side of Quinn that could probably make him sit down and act like an actual good boy. "Okay, okay. I know but that's serious. I'm actually curious about the cheer leading outfit. Also, I have an exam for English tomorrow. Does that sound more serious?" He asked, grinning at her like an idiot.
Quinn allowed a smirk to appear on her face as Sam had described Biff. Truth be told, she had never really saw Biff mad. Perhaps a little temper here and there, but nothing that would seriously set him off. Which was one of the reasons why she had wanted to keep this secret in the first place. She wasn't ashamed of helping Sam, or anyone for that matter. But a small part of her had also done this for Sam's reputation, knowing Sam would want to protect it as well. Though she would never admit this aloud. As Sam's confession spilled from his lips, Quinn had involuntarily rolled her green eyes. "Well I'd rather eat this than your own food, but points for the whole education backup" she scoffed, placing the box on the table to where Sam was. "You want any? It is pretty effing good as you had said." Quinn didn't swear, not that she hadn't before nor did she have anything against cursing. But she didn't understand why use small vulgar words like that to describe something, when you could use actual wording. Probably another thing Sam would call her down on, she thought to herself. "What's there to be curious about? It's a small red skirt with a small white top, not that much to know about it.. As for the exam, have you prepared for it at all?" She had suspected perhaps maybe for a second he did.. But with the grinning boy before her, she knew he didn't.
Sam has definitely seen Biff mad before. Well, the high school Biff that is. And he loved it. He loved how his head was about to explode in such anger because of him. He knew Biff felt the same way for him. He'd do anything to make Sam mad and that was victory for him. He had to laugh when she pointed out the educational back up. "What can I say? My excuses are reasonable." He nodded when she offered some of the food. He'd definitely want some. He specifically bought that meal for his own sake. A big laugh came out of his mouth again as she refused to use the actual word and instead, used the "effing" word. "Okay, stop it. You're being a dorky geek again." He said, literally rolling in place as he couldn't hold his laugh. "Effing? Really, Quinn? I want you to say it. Come on. Say it. FUCK. F-U-C-K. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." He said as his laughter continues. He loved talking about the cheer leading outfit. It made him really curious just cause he wanted to see Quinn in it. "I just want to see if you could look sexy at all. Come on. It adds shape and teases your butt. It's interesting." He said, in a more serious tone than he should be. Shaking his head at her question, he took another bite of the pasta. "Well, that's why I'm here, right? You're gonna help me prepare for it. It's either that or you help me cheat. Make your choice."
Quinn could feel THE blush creeping up on her cheeks with the string of words Sam had practically shouted. "Sam! Keep it down, I have neighbors you know!" Momentarily she had thought about actually speaking of such words, but soon saw this as an opportunity to motivate Sam. "Fine. I'll say it, at any time you would like me to. In fact, I'll shout it out right now, if you're able to complete all of your studies for today." She thought in her mind that this would work, in fact almost all bribing to Sam had worked thus far. And she would continue to do so, for her sake. Once again rolling her sparkling eyes at the mention of the uniform, Quinn shook her head, causing her blonde locks to have a bit of a bounce. "Maybe one day, but very unlikely. So I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet." Truth be told, Quinn hadn't worn the uniform in years. And was soon regretting the decision to ever bring it up in the first place, knowing Sam would never stop bothering her about it. "Nope, no way are you cheating.. We can go over as much as we can in our time together, but you'll have to also do some studying tonight.. Even if that means cutting out game time."
Sam laughed even more when she tried holding him down. He was aware of her neighbors but actually being in that room with her made him feel like they were the only people on earth just laughing at each other's mistakes. He shook his head when Quinn gave another offer to bribe him. "Nope, not gonna happen. If I'm gonna finish that shit load of work I need to do, saying the word won't be enough. I'd like to see you do it." He said, laughing a bit lighter now. He knew he wouldn't be able to finish it. Quinn got him a couple of times with the bribing thing and this time, he wasn't gonna fall for her trick. "Okay, how about this… Just show me an old photo of you in that outfit. That's fair enough, right? You brought this topic up, you can't just leave a boy hanging." One thing was for sure, he's not gonna stop aggravating Quinn about it unless he sees it. His jaw dropped when she said that gaming time was about to get cut that night. "What the hell, Quinn? I thought we already talked about his? You can't cut my gaming time! I need it!"
Quinn could feel her jaw drop as she had heard what Sam had to say, bringing her index finger up about to stutter something out. But instead she had dropped her hand and shook her head, deciding to move on from that choice of word and topic. "You expect me to just hand out a photo of me in a cheer uniform.. to you?" Smiling momentarily before letting out a stiffed laugh, "Sorry, but that's not going to happen. So keep dreaming." Deciding to discontinue the chat about something from her past, Quinn had moved up from her bed, shuffling through the stack of papers that were in an array on her desk. "Yeah, we did, but this is different. If it was just a regular lecture I would leave the games on for tonight, but this is an exam. It takes a huge chunk of your grading, and you're obviously unprepared.. You have to do all the catching up tonight, so if that means no games tonight, then oh well." Finally finding the small stack of articles and questions, Quinn had handed it to Sam. "This is the second part of the review of our algebra session, you can go over this tonight as well… What is this exam on exactly? So I can find you the correct papers."
Sam just nodded at her with a big grin when she asked if he expects her to show an old photo of her in the said you uniform. His grin went off when she told him to keep dreaming. "Okay, let's talk about dreaming. Uhmm…you want that scholarship? You want to stay at Princeton? Keep dreaming, Quinnie." He said, using that name for the first time as he started laughing at her again. She moved up the bed and gave him a ton of paper works to do. She explained why he needed to cut out the games and he just couldn't bear to listen after her first 3 words. "Okay, nope. I'm not letting that go. If we have to cut our classes after this just so we could finish, then we will." He argued, not giving up a fight. "Ughhh!" He groaned when she show him the reviewer for algebra. "Algebra again. My exam's on English so can we please throw out the Algebra even just for today? I don't have plans on finding my X!"
Quinn yet again felt her jaw drop, finding his use of the scholarship against her unfair, as those were two completely different levels. "First of all, using my scholarship against me is unfair, considering the deal was that I help you with school work, not help you see pictures of me in some dumb uniform," she had huffed out, standing straight as she crossed her arms against her torso. "And secondly, do not call me Quinnie, as I much rather prefer Quinn. As I'm sure you would want me to continue to call you Sam, rather then Sammy." Quinn felt the last word roll off of her tongue in a venomous dispute. "Sam you very well know that I will not even for a moment, consider cutting a class for you. And sorry but we can go over some of the topics for your exam now, but the rest you'll have to do tonight." Pushing the algebra papers towards Sam, she subtly bit on her bottom lip, hoping that Sam would at least try and do some studying tonight. "As for the algebra, you can just take the papers and continue with them for tomorrow."
Sam was silenced when she called him out for using the scholarship against her. He knew it was too much so he just decided to act like a little boy, pout and just sit there until she feels guilty about it. He hope she'd feel guilty at some point tho but a girl like Quinn, she knew what she wanted. She's a brave girl and she knew when to fight especially for those she think is right. Sam had to smile when she started speaking about nicknames. "I like Sammy. It's cute." He said and an innocent side smile came up on his face, directing at her. He thought he'd just go along with the tantrums he's giving her till the end. "Okay, fine." Picking up the algebra papers with the pout still on his face. No one can resist that puppy face of his and he knows it. Anytime now, Quinn would crack and he knows it. "What do I even get if I study for this exam instead of playing video games? I won't even pass even if I try to study."
Quinn had stared at Sam, knowing exactly what he was going for. Quinn wholeheartedly wished that it wouldn't work on her, but she knew deep down that it was actually starting to gnaw away at her. Instead of speaking words, she simply shook her head at him, feeling a smile creep upon her lips, though she tried to contain it. "You really like Sammy? Fine. I'm calling you that for eternity as of now." This man is impossible, she thought to herself, feeling her cheeks and neck heat up as she continued to stare into his eyes. "That whole innocent, pouty affect won't work on me. Nope. Not on this girl." Which was the total opposite as to how she was feeling, slowly caving in, she remembered this wasn't just any regular man, but rather Sam. "Fine. I want you to put down the controller for a whole day and actually study, and you want me in that uniform. This can be a win-win for both of us. So.." Quinn had trailed off, really knowing she was going to regret what soon spilled from her lips, "No games tonight, and I may just get you a photo of me in the uniform.."
Sam knew that the effect was getting to her but he has to stay in character and avoid the smile to even appear on his face. He looked at her, smiling and nodding when she asked if he really likes the Sammy name. "Okay. Can I not call you Quinnie?" He said, another pout to go with his statement. He remained pouting even if she was already mentioning about it, not having an effect on her. He doesn't believe her anyway. He remained pouting until he heard an offer that felt like angels singing around him. "Yes!" He nearly shouted, jumping up in the air and danced the silly moves he could think of. He knew he was awfully awkward when it comes to dancing but he didn't mind. This was a victory dance and no one looks bad when doing a victory dance. He paused a little after, the smile slowly fading from his face. "Wait, what? A photo? Can't you just surprise me in the morning like, "Sammy! Look at me! Here's my uniform!" or something like that?" He asked, both hands on his waist.
Quinn had continued to try and ignore the look on Sam's face, and rather focused on what he was saying. "I mean, the only people who call me Quinnie are my mom and Biff. So I don't know if you'd want to call me something that Biff already has claim for." Which was true, people had indeed called her that, but she tried to suppress the memories, not exactly enjoying the nick name she had showed for. Finally about to move on into the academics category, Quinn was startled as Sam soon jumped forward and started moving his body in a way to which Quinn could only react by quirking her brow. "You can get a photo. And that's it. Just as long as you promise no games, and just pure studying. Deal?" She had smiled, reaching her hand out towards his, but the idea of surprising him in her uniform still bubbling in the back of her mind.
Sam shook his whole body and made a face as tho he was about to throw up when she said Biff was one of those who only call her the name he called her. "Ew. No way. I'm sticking to Quinn." Sam thought hard about her deal regarding the photo. He had to be wise about this before saying yes. He wanted to make sure that he'd get a fair deal on this. "Do I get to keep the photo?" He asked, rubbing his jaw as if he was thinking hard.
Quinn nodded her head, agreeing on the fact that he should just call her Quinn. "Good.. But I'm still calling you Sammy." She replied, letting it roll off of her tongue in a way that couldn't help but enjoy. Pondering upon his question for a good minute, Quinn came with a conclusion. "You can keep it, but you have to promise to just keep it to yourself. Though there's nothing particularly wrong with the photo, but if some how someone were to find out that you have a photo of me in a compromising outfit, Biff would definitely find out." Though she was unsure if she could trust him, it was too late now, as she already had put her faith in him.
Sam nodded and smiled at her. He liked it when she called him Sammy. It felt like music to his ears and he knew there were tinglings inside him but he knows they weren't butterflies just yet. "Alright. Fair enough. I'll take the deal." He said and shook her hand to formalize the deal. "Can I have the photo now?" He said, extending his palm to get his reward.
Quinn shook her head, "No, no, no, no." She was smarted than that, she knew if she were to give him the photo right at this moment, he would use that to his advantage and not even study. "I'll drop it off tomorrow after your exam, that way I know you'll have studied, and I will also know if you had actually attended." She soon placed her fingers over his hand, closing the palm of his hand.
Sam felt even lazier to study. He just didn't argue anymore since he's getting the picture anyway the next day. She placed her fingers over his hand and he surprised her by pinch it on purpose. "That's for being unfair." He said and stuck out his to her in joking manner. He wasn't even thinking of anything. He was just excited for the photo.
Quinn smirked, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh well, life isn't fair. Just have to deal with it." Glancing towards the clock that was placed on the table before her, Quinn let out a breathy sigh. "Well, it looks like we wasted our lunch period by arguing over everything. I guess we'll continue tomorrow when I bring you the picture." Quickly stepping away from him, reaching her bag and placing a variety of sheets and textbooks into the pouch. "I hope you really carefully examine this folder," slipping a yellow folder labeled ENGLISH, GENERAL towards the boy. "This will really help you with your exam, I'll stop by once your exam is done." Placing her pink bag over her shoulder, she placed a hand on Sam's back, ushering him to the door.
Sam checked the time on his watch and lunch break was sadly over. "Oh God. I'm gonna fail." He whispered to himself. They didn't have time for actual tutoring since they were too busy doing…nothing actually. He got the yellow folder from her and was pulled up to go out. "I'll see you tomorrow, Quinn." He said and winked at her, feeling quite excited. That night had been terrible for Sam. He stared long and hard at the yellow folder and after opening in to the first page, he got bored. He remembered he still needs to beat his high score in the racing game he had. He decided to switch off the lights and plug in his earphones on the video game so that if ever Quinn tries to pass by that night, she'd think he's asleep. "God, Samuel Evans. You are so smart." He told himself and started playing the video games. He forgot one thing, tho. The door was unlocked.
TIME JUMP TO LATER IN THE DAY
Quinn had become increasingly worried over the majority of the day. After her final class for the day, Quinn had sent Sam a text asking if he was going through his work. With no reply from him, Quinn had thought that perhaps he had actually properly sat down with his work to study. Soon remembering that this was Sam she was talking about, she had sent another text to him.. And another.. And another. With no reply from any of them Quinn had thought perhaps he had went out to a bar and simply was ignoring her, and the other thought was perhaps he had came home from class and crashed and burned. Both thoughts were increasingly worrying Quinn. Without a second thought, Quinn found herself out of her room and soon traveling through campus at the crack of dawn. Gripping the hem of her tank top, Quinn soon regretted leaving her room without a thought, leaving her in her pajamas and no sweater. Once reaching Sam's place, Quinn gently tapped her knuckles against the door. With no answer, she soon took her whole fist and started pounding at the door. Still, with no reply, the shivering girl had placed her hand against the knob, slowly twisting it to reveal it was open. The lights were out, leaving her in the dark. But she soon noticed the light radiating from the television. "Sam!" She nearly screeched, glancing her eyes around his place. She soon noticed the yellow folder with the page still on the first, this causing the anger to start burning inside of her.
Sam was enjoying his time. He was finally close to beating his own high score when suddenly, a loud noise came behind her that even he was on his earphones, he heard. In such surprise, he throw the controller in the air and stood up. He was just in his boxer and his abs when Quinn came in. "Uhmm… I just took time to relax. The reviewer was really getting into my head, I had to chill my mind for a second. What are you…what are you doing here?" He asked, scratching his head until he realized, he was almost naked in front of her. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and wore it before going back to the yellow folder on the bed, acting like he was really studying.
Quinn 's anger soon fizzled at the sight of a half naked Sam. Slightly opening her mouth to speak, she soon clamped it shut, not exactly sure what to say. Realizing her eyes were practically peeled onto him as she too stood in a tank top and shorts she crossed her arms over her chest, clearing her throat and trying to regain her stance. Eyeing the blonde boy warily as he replaced his focus onto the folder Quinn couldn't help but not believe him, he gave her no reason to. "Alright… So what did you think of the topic?" She spat out, testing him to see if he had really studied.
Sam remained seated while fake reading the texts that was on his hands. He had no idea on what the papers were about. "Do you want ugh…water? Juice?" He even tried to offer, hoping her head will cool down. He got the doomed question when Quinn was already pissed. "Uhm…you know….just stuff. Like…spelling…englis h related things." He said and smiled at her. "Why are you here in just your…jammies?" He added, giggling at what the girl was wearing.
Quinn let out a loud groan as Sam revealed he really had no idea what was in the yellow folder. "Sam, seriously? You didn't even read it? Wow.. Just wow." As much as this anger was about to burst inside of Quinn, she felt more disappointed than anything. She seriously thought that Sam was serious about this, but who was she kidding. It was going to take more than a few short sessions together to straighten his act. But the thing was, she didn't know how to do so. "Just, never mind that right now, we have more important things to discuss! Like why you're here playing games when we had a deal!"
Sam felt guilty when Quinn already exploded. He made a promise, they made a deal and here he was, completely disappointing her. "I tried, Quinn. I swear. I couldn't help but feel sleepy so I just played to woke myself up." He gave out an excuse which was partly true. "Okay, okay. I promise. I'll… I'll start reading now. No more video games!" He said as he stood up, unplugging the controller and giving it to her. "There. I will start reading now, I promise." He said and picked up the next pages of the folder she gave him and started to actually read in fear of Quinn. He had to compliment her tho about the pajamas because it was just too adorable. He smiled first before looking back at her. "Teddy bear jammies…really cute." He said giggling, before going back to reading.
Quinn was done with the excuses he had been giving her. Not just at this moment now, but generally speaking. Every time they had gotten together he had an excuse for something, and by now Quinn was way over it. Yanking the controller out of his hand, Quinn placed it on the ground next to the door, soon returning to Sam, seating next to him. "Okay now listen here, we are going to sit here, all night if we have to, in order to prepare you for this exam. Because if you fail, we both do. Got it?" She had more or less growled out the words, gritting her teeth afterwards. Sam's comment about her pajamas had only softened her anger, but in no way did she show it.
Sam smiled at her when she sat beside him. "You're gonna stay all night with me? In my room?" He asked, trying to hold his giggle. He knew that she was doing it for her scholarship but a part of him felt really touched by her determination for him to pass the subject. Even if she wouldn't say it, he knew she was looking out for him and that was enough push for Sam to actually give this learning shit a try. "Do you think…I can really pass this? I mean… I've always felt like I was so stupid after high school like… There are millions of people who deserve to be in this school, yet I got the privilege." He sighed. "I'll only prove my stupidity more if I don't even pass one English test."
Quinn couldn't help but feel a strand bit of sympathy for the boy. Obviously he had felt pressured, not only from his father, but his entire family. And here Quinn was yelling at him instead of motivating him. "Yes, we're both going to stay here and go through this together." Finally lowering her voice to it's regular tone. Hearing the words fall from his mouth, Quinn couldn't help but place her hand on his arm. "Look Sam, the only person who can make you have success is yourself. There's no cheating it. And maybe you don't have as much determination or belief in yourself, but I do. I really think if you just stop making excuses for yourself then you'll find the motivation to do so."
Sam stood up and opened the lights. He grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her over to the table where they can study easily. "If we end up making out the entire night, it's all because of you okay?" He joked as he settled down the folder and all the papers he needed to work on. Her hand on his arm made him feel powerful. Who knew it only took one Quinn Fabray to make him believe in himself again? "Thanks, Quinn. I really appreciate it. I promise, we'll work hard on this. You'll get your scholarship. I'll get my A plus." He smiled again but remembered to say something else. "Oh…and I'm getting my photo in the morning." He reminded her just before giggling a bit. "Do you want coffee or anything?"
Quinn couldn't help but let out a slight laugh at his comment, her mood completely lighting up since she first walked through the door. Hearing him thank her only made her nod her head, "No need for a thank you, Sam. I was just being honest." Though smiling towards the broad boy beside her, Quinn seriously had put all of her faith in him. And she just prayed he wouldn't disappoint her. "But yes, we'll work at this for however long you need, I don't mind at all.. Maybe this can also give us a chance to get to know each other better, right?" This was something Quinn saw no harm in, considering the fact they were going to, and already were spending a lot of time with each other. With him mentioning the photo, Quinn had something else in mind depending on how hard he would try to understand the content of his work. "Just tea, please."
Sam shook his head at her. "I'm sorry but there's no Sam in this room." He said, winking at about his new name given by her. Sam knew that she had put all her faith in him that moment and he needed to step us game or else, they will both just lose. When she told him about getting to know each other better, he knew he had butterflies in his stomach. He wouldn't admit that tho. This was like one of those romantic movies where two people stay up til the sun rises and they realize the love they just found with each other. Sam shrug that thought off, figuring he had to come clean about himself. He first grabbed her some tea and went back to his seat. "Okay, getting to know each other. I am 20 years old. My favorite color is blue and I am kind of obsessed with cheeseburgers and pastas. If you'd like to know also, I'm probably a bigger dork than you are. I like superheros and do all kinds of random impressions. If you check my bed as well, I sleep with a Yoda stuffed toy." He said, giggling and feeling quite embarrassed to what he just told her. He went back to reading the papers before asking her, "What about you?"
Quinn had brought her hand slight over her mouth, letting out stifled laughs. "Oh, my dearest apologies, Sammy." Upon hearing Sam's confessions, she could help but let out another laugh, not completely believing what the boy had to say. Taking the tea from his hands, she brought the cup to her pink lips, taking in the first sip. Hissing as the tea seemed to burn her tongue."Yeah, okay there. The pasta thing makes sense, considering it seems like that's all you eat." Quinn wasn't exactly sure how to approach him saying he was a dork, there was a hint of sincerity in his voice, but she still didn't one hundred percent believe him. "Impressions? We'll have to go over those one day, just to see how well you are." Grabbing a highlighter in between her two fingers, she started marking main components that Sam should look over. "Myself? Well, I won't reveal much, simply because there isn't much about myself. I guess I'm.. boring?"
Sam nodded when she corrected herself. He just looked at her, pouting, when she started laughing about his confessions. "I love pasta but I eat different kinds of food too, you know like salad and fruits and other kinds of stuff." He said, defending himself. When she didn't seem to believe his impressions, he couldn't help but give her an example. "Whaddya mean, pilgrim?" He paused for a little while. "It's John Wayne. I panicked, I'm sorry." He said before laughing at himself. He watched as she highlighted the important stuff Sam needed to study and so he started reading them over and over again until he understood it. "Come on. You can't be…THAT boring. You did cheer leading in high school, right? That sounds interesting. Any footballer boyfriends?" He said with a teasing voice before reading the next page of his papers.
Quinn couldn't help but smile as Sam seemed to defend himself, it was cute, not that she thought he was cute.. Just some of his actions. As Quinn was about to move forward with the conversation, Sam had let out his impression. Before being able to even properly react, Quinn found herself in a fit of laughs. "Oh my gosh, that was great. Who else can you do?" She wondered why he never acted this way before, clearly enjoying whatever version of Sam that this was. "Well, I mean, I just don't think you'd be interested in me, that's all."
Sam found himself laughing as Quinn did. He never thought he'd hear Quinn laugh like this. "Yeah, well… This morning I woke up and decided to swallow the sun… It's my James Earl Jones impression." He said before laughing out loud again. "God, I can't believe someone would actually laugh at my impressions. People think it's stupid when I do it." He said, bursting out of laughter still. When she said she didn't think he'd be interested in her, he paused. He wanted to say he was actually interested in her but he didn't want to sound awkward and ruin the fun. "Well, okay. I guess I'm just gonna have to figure you out by myself for the next we'll be spending together." He said and gave her a simple smile before going back to his notes.
Quinn once again had a bright smile plastered on her face as Sam did yet another impression, lifting her spirits clearly. "I don't understand how anyone could think that it's stupid. Personally, I think they're hilarious, and quite spot on." Putting her focus back onto the work that was before them, she had started writing notes under the articles for Sam's sake. "Hm, I guess you will, huh? Now back to the work.." As tired as Quinn was getting, she knew she had to help him with this. Not because of the scholarship or anything, but because she genuinely wanted to see him succeed. "Alright, here's to a night full of highlighting, writing notes, and reading." She spoke softly, reading the next article word by word.
Sam was surprised that she found his impressions hilarious. That was a first. "You know, I've tried telling selected people about my impressions but you're the only one who found them hilarious." He smiled at her in appreciation. Guess she was kind of cool after all. He started reading the notes she wrote under the articles. He was having such a hard time but hearing someone say that he can actually do it gave him enough courage to want to make it. He noticed that Quinn was getting tired. "Quinn, you can go now. I'll be fine. I know how tired you are and you still have your yoga stuff in the morning. I promise, I'll study." He said, feeling guilty about having her to stay up late until he realized how late it was and how dangerous it could be for her to go out at that time. "You can sleep on my bed. I'll just stay on the couch." He said and smiled. "I won't take advantage of you. Just take a rest and you can go when the sun comes up. It's pretty dangerous to go out at this hour already."
Quinn was starting to warm up to Sam, as she was first very cold towards him when they met at his dad's office. To be honest, she had left his reputation speak for him, rather than the boy himself. She found him much more kind and caring then what he put out to be. "Well, perhaps those people just didn't match your sense of humor," she shrugged, not thinking much of it. Knowing that Sam had realized she was tired, Quinn smiled a bit and stood up from her spot, the drowsiness effect taking place. "Well, you have everything to study.. Just make sure you do get some rest, okay? Good night, Sam." And with that, she left him be, able to study for himself.
