TAGGED: Sam Evans and Quinn FabrayLOCATION: Party HouseTIME FRAME: Friday NightDESCRIPTION: Sam and Quinn sneak out from the world as they attend a party where they need to paint and hide their faces from the world. They spend the rest of the night with each other.
Sam was really excited for Friday to come. Now that it's finally here, he decided to attend all his class and take the party as his prize for the day. He was most excited what Quinn would wear that day. Hopefully, she won't use some old lady clothes so he wouldn't be embarrassed in bringing her. No one from his friends knew he was coming to the party. The paint they were to put on before entering would be his mask for the rest of the night. He wore a short sleeved blue polo and jeans. He just plans on putting paint on his face to cover himself up but if ever he wishes to get paint on his body, he can just open his shirt and have someone paint his abs. It was already 8 when he got to Quinn's dorm. He waited in the car and texted her that he was waiting out for her.
Quinn had spent most of her day looking forward to spending time with Sam, and while some may thought of that as weird, she saw no problem with wanting to hang out with one of her friends, secret friend that is. After spending some time after her last class with Biff, Quinn had made up the lie that she was feeling ill, and that she wanted to just sleep it off, ushering him out of her dorm. Once her brunette beau had left, she soon started organizing through her closet, finding something that she deemed appropriate for the event
Quinn at first had settled with a knee length dress with thick straps that held the rest of the material. Sighing to herself, and groaning in frustration, she soon settled with a regular little black dress that had ended mid-thigh. Not too formal, yet not too much skin showing. After finishing putting on her attire, she soon stepped outside of her dorm building, eyeing around her surroundings for Sam, soon catching his eye.
Quinn 's lips soon grew a smile as she swayed her hips, making her way towards the car. Placing her fingers around the handle, she soon pulled the door open and seated herself. "Well hello, excited? Because I'm not," she mumbled, slightly threatened by the thought of a party.
Sam finally saw Quinn and her outfit wasn't really that bad. It was actually nice. Okay, it was gorgeous in Sam's eyes. He couldn't help but smile at how the girl made an effort to look appropriate for the event. He giggled when she said she wasn't excited. "I doubt that. I'm sure you're excited. You're just nervous." Sam said, giggling as he drove away from the dorm. "You look…gorgeous, by the way." He said, failing to make his adjective a little less obvious. "I mean, you look nice. You chose the right dress for the party." He said and smiled at her.
Quinn shook her head at his words, "No, I think a part of me is just expecting the worst to happen for some reason, I don't know why though." Shrugging her right shoulder a bit forward trying to forget of her worries. They soon left her mind at Sam's words, her cheeks flushing with colour. "Why thank you, I was going to go with a different dress, a longer one actually," she spoke, smoothing out the ends of her dress with her hands. "But I thought you would say I looked like a librarian so I changed," a smile soon formed onto her lips as she turned her head to make eye contact with Sam.
Sam giggled when she thanked him. He was sure he saw her cheeks turn red but maybe he was just imagining. He laughed when he described what she was supposed to wear which she changed anyway. "You know me too well." He said when she thought he'll say she looked like a librarian. He turned his head a little to face her and accidentally made eye contact with her. It was his time to blush. He looked away fast so that she wouldn't notice it. "By the way, I already talked to someone there. We're passing through the back door so no one will see us. I have paint in the back so we can just paint our faces before going in so no one will recognize us. I told my friends I was going out with my parents so they aren't really expecting me here." He explained to her. Finally, they reached the back part of the building where Sam parked his car. Loud music can already be heard outside the place and it made Sam even more excited. "This is it. You ready?" He asked, grinning wide at the girl.
Quinn soon became fidgety as they made their way further and further away from campus, and closer and closer to the party. Her fingers soon founds their way to the hem of her dress, twisting and turning at the fabric. "See, it's only been a week and I already know you like the back of my hand," laughter echoing from her lips soon after her comment. Nodding her head at Sam's words, she couldn't help feel a little disheartened by his statement, having to remind herself that they were secretive business friends? She didn't even know anymore. With bass of the music making it's way to her ears, the car soon came to a hault afterwards, cueing their arrival. "Not really," she groaned, trying to push the feeling to the back of her mind. "But hey, a little party never killed anyone."
Sam shook his head to her when she said she knows him like the back of her hand. "I don't think so. There's more to me that you still don't know." He said, smirking at the girl to look more mysterious as he already sounded. He wasn't really a fan of the secret friends thingy but if this was a way to continue seeing Quinn, he'd take it anyway. He smiled when he saw how nervous the girl really was. It was probably her first time to attend a party as wild as this. He didn't know why but he reached for hand and squeezed it. "You're gonna be fine. Trust me. I'll make sure you'll have fun." He said, giggling. He released his hand from hers after and went out to open her door. He then opened the back of his car and grabbed the paint so they could start putting it on their faces. "Do you… Would you like me to put paint on your face?" He asked, opening the cans of paint.
Quinn couldn't help but faintly smile at Sam's comment, wondering what kind of mystery was Sam Evans really was. She was sure there was more than meets the eye, there always was. 'On the contrary." she spoke bluntly, her hazel eyes wandering to his eyes, hoping to meet them. Despite the fact that Quinn had become increasingly nervous, this was in fact not her first party. This was probably her one hundredth, though she would much rather forget all of the debacle that was her high school life, the memories of who she had been and what she had done were flooding her mind, the reason as to why she was so fidgety. "Alright well, I'm going to hold you to that. Who knows, maybe if I have enough fun, I'll come to another one of these." Unlikely, she thought to herself, but she had to sound somewhat convincing to Sam.
Quinn felt her cheeks flush once again as Sam had opened the girls door, soon stepping out and following Sam. "Uh, yeah sure. I don't wanna get messy or anything," she mumbled, watching as Sam had taken out the paint.
Sam giggled when she said she didn't want to get messy. The girl seriously had no clue what was going to happen that night. "What are you talking about? You're here to get messy, silly!" He said, dipping one of the brushes on the paint. "Don't worry, it's just face paint. You can wash it off later when you get home." He said, as he started painting her forehead. "Close your eyes." He ordered as the paint brush went near her eyes. After doing random designs on her face, he was finally done. "There. Perfect. I don't recognize you anymore." He joked, as he started putting some on his face. He realized the struggle on painting his own face so he asked if she could do the same to him. "Can you…paint my face?" He asked, handing her the brush.
Quinn soon realized that the whole point of this party was to get messy, laughing softly to herself as she shook her head. "Yeah, you're right. That was pretty dumb of me to say." Doing as what Sam had said, Quinn soon fluttered her eye lids shut, crinkling her nose slightly at the feeling of the paint touching her skin. Once Sam had been finished, Quinn had the urge to bring her hands up to her face and feel the paint, obviously rejecting this thought soon later. Watching as Sam struggled to paint his own face, Quinn simply nodded to his question, pulling the brush from his hand. Not knowing exactly what to do, Quinn let her hand do the work, stroking and flicking the brush from her wrist, soon covering his face. "There, that's good! Shall we go in?" looking up at the boy, smiles erupting from her lips.
Sam kept his eyes close as Quinn painted his face. After his face was fully covered, he nodded as she asked if they should go in. They walked to the back door and went inside. Sam felt chills when he saw that the crowd was already pumped as the place was filled with painted people, flashing lights and overflowing drinks. "Holy shit, this is so awesome." Sam said, not really being heard well since the music was loud. He leaned over to Quinn's ear and whispered, "What do you want to drink? We can just get a glass first then we can step in the dance floor." He said, smiling at the girl.
Quinn could feel the music rattle through her bones as they made their way in, each beat gently shaking her. Her eyes soon made their way around the crowd, noticing all the people, not recognizing one person. Which was a good thing, to be honest, there was no way she would ever want to run into someone here… with Sam. Turning her head so that Sam was in her vision, she noticed his lips move, but heard nothing with the music blaring over everything. She simply shook her head, mumbling a bit. Quinn soon though had felt Sam's hot breath on her ear as he spoke. Licking her lips slightly, she brought her hand to the back of his neck, tugging him down slightly so she was able to bring her mouth near his ear. "I'll just drink whatever you drink, that's fair.. right?"
Sam felt more chills when Quinn pulled him down by his neck to whisper in his ear. He somehow wished she pulled him down for a kiss but that wasn't really gonna happen. She said she'll just drink whatever he'll drink and Sam nodded and smiled at her. He held her by the wrist and pulled her over to where the drinks were. He got two glasses of drinks for them which wasn't enough to get them drunk but enough to get them hyped and hit the head. "Here. Cheers?" He handed her the red cup at tapped it with his own cup. After gulping on the drink, Sam felt hyped and ready to hit the dance floor. He thought the drink wasn't enough tho so he got another pair of the same drink and gave one of the cup to Quinn. "One more? It'll help you get your groove on, trust me." He joked as he drank his drink straight. "Damn! That was good." He said, giggling. He threw the cup somewhere as his hand went on hers again. "Let's dance." He said, pulling her to the dance floor in a teasing manner as his giggling continued."
Quinn was slightly startled by the contact of his hand on her wrist, but she didn't mind it. She didn't mind it at all, and it slightly scared her. Ushering these thoughts away, Quinn had taken the cup out of Sam's hand, tapping her cup against his. Bringing the cup to her nose, the scent soon flooded her nose, causing Quinn to pull the drink down from her face. Glancing towards Sam, she had noticed that the boy was already finished with his drink, about to grab another pair of drinks for the two. Quickly following what Sam had done moments before, Quinn took the cup to her lips and swung it back, swallowing hard. The liquid dribbling down her throat and coating her lips, causing Quinn to bring her index finger to her lips, removing the residue. "I guess I don't really have a choice," smirking slightly, bringing the cup once again the her lips. Letting out a soft breath before pushing the cup back, causing the drink to coat the inside of her mouth, and down her throat, causing the girl to momentarily close her eyes. Soon fluttering them open, she felt Sam's hand over hers, causing herself to heat up. "Yeah, let's dance." she spoke as he dragged her to the dance floor.
Sam knew that alcohol was starting to hit Quinn's head and so was his. It wasn't that hard tho. They'll be fine. They went into the dance floor and got pushed a couple of times by the people dancing. There were a lot of people so to make sure he wouldn't randomly lose Quinn in the crowd, he found a spot for them and kept his hand on her hips. He started dancing, letting the alcohol move him. He leaned forward again to her ear to whisper, "So how is it so far? The noise? Drinks? You having fun?" He asked, making sure she was only dancing with him. He didn't anyone to bother them so his eyes were guarding the people around them. "What did you tell your boyfriend, tho? Are you sure he's not here grinding another girl?" He joked, laughing a little.
Quinn could soon feel her body react to the alcohol, not anywhere close to being drunk, but she could very slowly feel it seep into her. Once making their way into the crowd, Quinn could feel various parts of her body being pushed and poked at, causing Quinn to tighten her grip on Sam's hand. Once reaching a clear spot, Quinn spun herself so she was facing Sam. Not exactly sure how to move with the boy, she simply closed her eyes and let her body do the talking, moving her hips to each beat. She soon though opened her eyes at Sam's array of questions. Bringing her face closer to his, her lips soon starting moving, "Well it's not my typical Friday night, but I suppose it will do," letting a breathy laugh leave her lips. Moving herself closer to Sam as more people started pushing around them, she slightly cleared her throat. "Well I actually just told him I was feeling sick and so he left.." she trailed off, guilt nipping at her insides. "Haha, very funny Sammy. But he's at his place right now watching some type of sporting game."
Sam grooved with the beat when he saw Quinn dancing. He laughed when she said it wasn't her typical Friday. She moved herself closer to him as his hands wrapped more around her waist. He kept his face close to her so that they'd understand each other since the music was overtaking the place. "Really? Sporting game? I believe he's just watching porn cause he ain't getting any from his girlfriend tonight." He said, laughing. "What if he checks on you in your room? Your gonna so dead when he finds out you're not there." He scared her a little before grabbing her hands and twirling her. His hands went back to her hips as they dance more. "You know I'm not much of dancer but I have my special moves. Have you ever heard of the White Chocolate's body roll?" He said, moving back and showing her his famous body roll and laughing hard.
Quinn really didn't know how she ended up here. Never would she believe that she would deliberately lie to Biff in order to attend a party with Sam Evans, it truly amazed her on how the boy could convince her to nearly do anything, and she had no idea how he had that type of hold with her. Listening to Sam's words, Quinn's jaw had dropped, but soon recovered with laughter, "Oh my gosh, Sam, shut up!" Continuing with her smile, she ignored Sam's words about Biff going to her room, trying to let go of all of her worries she was soon spun around by Sam, a sly smile was upon her face. Confused momentarily, she opened her mouth to ask what exactly that meant, but Sam answered her question with his movements. Fluttering her eyes at the sight, Quinn didn't know the boy could move in such way, slightly biting against her lip before letting out a laugh. "Impress, very impressive. I can see how you're such a lady killer now." She smirked, grabbing Sam's hand before turning around. "How about another dirnk, yeah?" she spoke, dragging the boy to a local table.
Sam was having the time of his life. The place was crowded but he only needed Quinn to have much more fun. He laughed when she told him to shut up about Biff going to her room. He knew he shouldn't have told her that. She was there to have fun and forget about worries and he just gave her one. He pinched her cheek and whispered, "Just kidding. Forget about it. Just have fun." He couldn't help but laugh even more when she laughed about his dance moves. He knew he wasn't good but he was aware that he was adorable and charming. That was enough to get the girls. She then grabbed his hand and pulled him to a table for another drink. Sam just followed her and asked, "So you want a harder drink, a lighter or just the ones you had a while ago?" He asked, not letting go of her hand.
Quinn couldn't help but crinkle her nose as Sam had pinched her cheek, grinning soon afterwards at his words. "Yeah, I came here to have fun.. with you. So stop talking about Biff. I swear you talk about him more than I do," she joked, giggling slightly afterwards. Once the pair were getting drinks, Quinn wasn't exactly sure what she had wanted, not exactly wanting to get drunk or anything like that. "Well you can have something different than me, I'm just going to have some girly drink," she shrugged, grabbing a hardcore lemonade, waiting for Sam to get himself a drink. "So, Sammy. Are you having fun? Thus far at least, I promise I'll be more fun once I loosen up."
Sam laughed a little when she said he talks more about Biff than her. "Well, I just want to make sure you won't get yourself in trouble because of me." He listened as Quinn ordered herself some girly drinks. He wasn't sure what to get so he just ordered himself a bottle of beer. He couldn't help but laugh when she asked him this time if he was having fun. "Yeah, I am. I'm fine really. The goal for tonight is for you to have fun. If that happens, I'll know I had fun." He said, taking a sip from his beer. "I just want you to know, I'm not really drunk yet so don't be scared if I keep you close to me. I won't harass you or something. I'm just making sure you're safe." He said as he locked his hands with hers.
Quinn shook her head, not wanting to boy to worry about her and Biff. "It's fine, Sammy. Biff's a really understanding person. Believe it or not, he's not the guy you make him out to be." Giggling slightly, sticking her tongue out at Sam afterwards. Twisting the cap off of her drink, she soon brought it to her mouth, the sour taste of lemons soon took over her taste buds. "Well you're doing a good job at keeping me entertained thus far, so keep it up." Slightly squeezing the boys hand as she smiled at him. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at Sam's words, not really worried at all of that. "It's fine Sam, there's a lot of people here, so I plan on staying close to you. I don't wanna get lost."
Sam raised his eye brow at her and moved his lip close to her ear again. "I thought we're not going to talk about Biff anymore." He said, giggling a little. She told him he was doing a good job entertaining her so he moved in front of her and did the body roll again. He added it with his Michael Jackson dance moves but he stopped since he couldn't help but laugh. "Was that entertaining for you?!" He shouted a little, laughing out more. He grabbed her hand again and intertwined their fingers back. He smiled when she said she plans on staying close to him. He brought his beer to his lips and drank again before smirking. "You're a dancer right? Why don't you show me a couple of those dance moves?" He said, pulling her back to the dance floor.
Quinn nodded her head, slightly sighing to herself. "Right, right! Sorry, tonight is about you and me. No more Biff or anyone else!" She soon widened her eyes as Sam did yet another body roll, this was soon followed with a loud laugh as she witnessed him trying to mock Michael Jackson. "Wonderful, that was really wonderful. I have a feeling you practice those moves a lot," smirking slightly, taking another swig of her drink, licking her lips and soon biting down on her bottom lip as he once again grabbed her hand. She soon however raised her eyebrow as Sam had asked her to dance for him. "I don't know.. Ask me when I've had a bit more to drink," giggling slightly as she brought her bottle back up to her lips.
Sam shook his head when she said she has a feeling he practices those moves a lot. "Not really. One practice is enough. I'm good enough." He said, laughing out loud. She didn't give in tho when he asked her to dance for him. "Come on, what else should we do here? Everyone's dancing. I can't just dance alone." He said, already dancing his way as he pulled her to the dance floor, twirling her around. He leaned forward her ear again and whispered. "I'm really glad you came here with me. I wouldn't have gone with anyone else." He smiled and just laughed again before finishing his beer.
Quinn was fairly surprised when Sam had said he didn't really practice, "Really? Guess it's just something you're just natural at." While Quinn wouldn't wholeheartedly dance at the moment, she would however simply move her hips and body to the sound of the music, simple enough. Laughing as Sam twirled her once again, Quinn regained her stance by placing her hand upon Sam's shoulder, smiling to the sound of his words. Pulling herself to his ear, she continued to place her hand at the base of his neck, "I'm glad I decided to come as well. I have to admit that although I was skeptical at first, I think I made the right choice of joining you," whispering into his ear, lowering herself once again, fluttering her eyelashes.
Sam pulled Quinn up by the waist when she whispered back. He nodded at her and smiled. "Of course, it's the right choice." His hands were now wrapped around her waist, hoping she wouldn't pull back soon enough. "We're still gonna go to the playground right? I won the game the other. Just a reminder." He said, twirling the girl. Suddenly, he felt himself getting quite dizzy. He decided to lean his head on the side of hers a little and close her eyes. "Now the booze is getting into my head and the lights into my eyes." He said giggling, as his head remained leaning on hers while his body tried to continue dancing.
Quinn was starting to get that familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach as Sam had placed his hands upon her hips. She couldn't help but push herself towards the boy once again, merely as an instinct, no other reason as to why, she tried to convince herself. Simply smiling as Sam had stated this was the right choice, as it was certainly feeling as so. With the mentions of the playground Quinn could instantly feel herself light up, "Of course, we'll definitively go there."
Quinn grinned as Sam had noted the alcohol had started getting to his head. "It's fine, we can just dance a bit slower," she spoke, allowing both hands to find their way up to his shoulders.
Sam smiled when she just kept moving closer. He smiled when she remembered about going to the playground. "I can't wait. Also…that dinner with my mom. I haven't told her yet." He said, knowing his mother has been waiting for an answer for days now. Quinn placed her hands on his shoulders as she said they'd dance slower. He smiled as his hand slowly and unconsciously went to her butt and cupped it. He then realized she wasn't just a random girl. She was a much more special girl who is his friend. He moved his head back and looked at her. "I'm sorry about that. I… I didn't mean to." He smiled as his hands went back up on her hips. "It's okay if my hands stayed here right?" He asked, making sure.
Quinn nodded her head, not realizing that herself and Sam had so many things planned together. "Right, right! I'm also very excited for that. Hopefully that will run smoothly." As Quinn continued to sway to the music, she soon felt Sam's hands travel from her hips to her lower back, until he was soon cupping her butt. Clearly surprised by the motion, Quinn instinctively jumped back from Sam, hands leaving his shoulders. "Oh uh, yeah, yeah it's okay. Your hand just um slipped," she mumbled, allowing herself to once again place her hands on the boys shoulders, an awkward smile placed on her face.
Sam felt really awkward after cupping her butt. Who wouldn't? He had to step back after that and just dance in front of Quinn instead of touching her. He tried to think of something to talk about but him mind was blanking from all the awkwardness he felt. "I uhmmm…" Just when his head turned right, he saw his red headed friend dancing so he had to look away. He grabbed Quinn's hand again and asked, "Would you…would you like to go some place else?"
Quinn had noticed that the tension had risen quite a bit, causing Quinn to become increasingly quiet, simply nodding her head as Sam removed his hands from her. "Um, uh huh, yeah.." she trailed off, not really sure what to say after the events that transpired. She soon though quirked an eyebrow as Sam had taken her hand and asked if she wanted to leave. "Uh, are you.. not having fun anymore?" she questioned, nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip. "Because even though you just.. yeah, I'm still having fun.."
Sam kept glancing back and forth at the side to see if his friends saw him when Quinn asked if he was having the time of his. He stopped and looked at her. "Hey, hey. Are you kidding me?" He intertwined his fingers with hers and smiled. "I'm having the time of my life." He gave her a sincere smile but that left soon when he got pushed by the people dancing behind him. "Let's just go some place else. A different spot. Some place better." He didn't want to let her know that his friends are there. They were having so much fun that even he forgot about their secret friendship. They felt free and he didn't want to take that away from her.
Quinn couldn't help the smile that was grew on her face after Sam had taken her hand, finally feeling that tension between the two break. "Okay." She simply spoke, the gracious smile still plastered on her face. Soon though the pair were both pushed around, nodding to Sam's words, she continued to hold his hand as she waited for him to guide her. "So, I just gotta ask.. did you purposely touch my butt?" She laughed a bit, finally letting go of the situation.
Sam smiled and dragged her some spot farther from his friends. He went over to the drinks and grabbed himself a beer to ease the tension. "You want another drink?" He asked, not letting go of her hand as he took a sip of his beer. Sam choked a little when she asked if he purposely touched her butt. Maybe yes but maybe no as well. "Uhmm…no, of course not. Would you…would you have been okay with it if I purposely touched it?" He asked, feeling a little awkward.
Quinn followed Sam through the crowd as they made their way to the drinks. "Uh, sure that'd be fine." Smiling as grabbed the beer, struggling to open the cap before finally twisting it off. Bringing the glass bottle to her lips, pushing the bottle back, causing the beer to flow into her mouth, soon swallowing afterwards. With her eyes tracing over Sam's face, a small giggle suppressed as she watched his reaction. "I mean, I wouldn't be one hundred percent okay with it, for obvious reasons.." she trailed off, the image of Biff soon popping into her head. "But um, I wouldn't really care.. It's a party, we were dancing."
Sam watched as she flawlessly drink the beer and it was probably one of the sexiest images he has seen in his life. He smiled as he said that she wouldn't really care if he touched it since they were dancing. He took another sip of the beer before speaking. "Don't worry. I'll remember to purposely touch it when we go back to dancing." He teased her as he laughed before asking his own awkward question. "What about this?" He asked, not really showing anything, but just rubbing the back of her hand on his with his thumb. He gave her a smile as he waited for an answer.
Quinn continued to take another drink of the beer, the liquid leaving a zinging aftertaste as she licked the residue off of her lips. A smirk was upon her lips as Sam said he would purposely do it again. "We'll just see about that, maybe next time I'll end up touching your butt," she joked, the alcohol soon seeping into her. Blinking curiously at Sam's question, she soon felt his thumb rub against the back of her hand. With a faint smile, she allowed herself to do the same thing, leaving that as her answer.
Sam laughed when she said she'll end up touching his butt next time. "We'll see if I let you touch it." He joked at her as he laughed. Things became quiet after his question. He didn't want to look at her, afraid that she might suddenly let go of his hand. A smile crept on his face when she rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand like he did, already knowing the answer. He looked at her and smiled. "Do you want to go out the back door for some fresh air?" He asked, already having a plan in mind.
Quinn shook her head, wide grin spread on her lips. "Nope. Even if you don't let me I'll still do it," laughing at the matter, any thought of Biff had soon left her thoughts. Studying his face as his eye contact was else where, soon biting on her lip as he finally met her glance. With one last sip, Quinn brought the bottle to her lips once again, finishing the rest of the drink, trying her best not to make a face at the slight after taste. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good."
Sam laughed when she said she'll still touch his butt even if he won't let her. Sam turned around a pushed his butt up and said, "Okay go. Tap it." He said half joking half serious as he laughed out. Sam finally finished his bottle when he made an eye contact with Quinn. She finished hers as well and agreed to go out. Still with locked hands, they went out to the back where his car was secretly parked. No one was out, it was dark and only the hard beats from the building was being heard. Finally, they could talk normally. "Okay, so I've been thinking about this. Remember when you said you were watching Dirty Dancing?" He asked, opening the lights of his car so that they'd have light on the open ground. "I was wondering if you know how to do the lift… I myself have done it several times. After seeing it was Ryan Gosling's only advantage against me, I had to learn it." He said, smirking at the girl as he turned on his radio and played a cd. He put the volume on its maximum and it started playing, (I've Had) The Time of My Life as Sam walked in front of his car where the spotlight was on him. He extended his arm, pointing to her as if he was calling her with a smirk on his face.
Quinn could feel her eyes slightly widen as Sam told her to tap it, laughter leaving her lips as she shook her head. "As great as your… butt is, I just can't." She spoke, shrugging slightly before the pair had made their way outside. The music was still slightly buzzing through her ears, but not exactly rattling her bones like before. With the words 'dirty dancing' leaving Sam's lips, she soon found herself fairly confused. Nodding her head as she recalled the event, the same night that they went to the park. "Yeah, what about.." she trailed off, as Sam had asked her if she could do the lift. "I uh, yeah. Maybe." She muttered, completely flabbergasted by his words. Turning back to Sam, she was biting her lip, the feeling of butterflies taking over her stomach. Slowly walking the opposite way from Sam, she then turned around, smirking at the boy. "If you drop me, I swear…" she mumbled, smile still intact. Slowly taking a deep breath, she started running towards Sam, putting all of her faith into the boy as she made her way to him, hands pressing onto his shoulders as she waited for the inital lift.
Sam kept the smirk on his face even when she started walking. "I'm not gonna drop you, trust me." He said, giggling. Suddenly, she started running and Sam prepared his arms as she finally reached Sam and when she pressed her hands on his shoulders, he lifted her high, balancing the girl on top for a good 3 seconds until he slowly brought her down, arms wrapped around her butt as he slowly brought her back to her feet. He stared at her eyes for a couple of seconds before smiling. "Who knew you were heavier than Biff?" He bent down and acted as though his back was in so much pain. "Ouch, my back! That was painful!" He joked, laughing hard at the girl he just carried.
Quinn felt her stomach turn once her feet were off the ground, closing her eyes as the boy had lifted her, soon bringing her down to ground level. A breathy sigh leaving her lips once she regained composure, a faint smile appearing on her lips, though it soon left as Sam spoke. Scoffing slightly following a laugh, she had shook her head, "Who knew you were weaker than Biff? Three seconds? Unimpressed," she joked, sticking her tongue out at Sam. Placing her hand on his arm she lightly sighed, "But really, that was great, really."
Sam laughed when she said he was weaker than Biff. He shook his head and smiled at her. "I doubt Biff has done that to you. If he has, he wouldn't have fallen asleep while you were watching the movie to relieve the whole 3 seconds of lift he gave you." She placed her hand on his arm lightly as his hands went from her back down to her butt. "Ooops." He said but his hands remained down there. "The song's not yet over. We can still dance. Maybe slower than the songs inside." He said as his arm wrapped around her body while his left hand held hers and he started sway, making the distance between them very little. His smile remained as he stared at her eyes.
Quinn shrugged her shoulders as Sam spoke, "I mean yeah, I guess.. Whatever, let's not talk about him," she suggested, pushing all thoughts of her brunette boyfriend out of her head. Shaking head at Sam as he once again placed his hand on her butt. Removing her hand from his arm, she reached to her bottom, placing her hands over Sam's. She then continued to move his hands onto her hips, rather than the area they were before.
Quinn then allowed her lips to form a smile as he suggested that they could dance, she obliged, holding his hand tight as she swayed her hips.
Quinn had felt her slight buzz draw down, all of her actions becoming one hundred percent clear to her. As the song drew to an end, Quinn pulled her hand off of Sam, smiling still. "Did you wanna go back in? Or stay out here? Either way I'd still like to get a drink, I'm pretty much coming to a halt." A small giggle leaving her lips, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Sam continued to sway with her and was surprised when she touched his butt as well. Giving out a chuckle, he just smiled at her in response. When the song ended, Quinn pulled her hand away which surprised Sam. He was too caught up in the moment that he forgot that the girl wasn't his. He just smiled back at her and nodded. "I don't know. I guess we should just go back in." He checked his watch and it was already pass midnight. "I bet everyone's drunk as hell back there. You need to see the commotions." He said, laughing as he went to turn off his car and lock it. He grabbed Quinn's hand again, locking it with his, just for the excuse of "not wanting to lose her in the crowd". They went inside and Sam got himself another bottle of beer. "What do you want?" He asked her, already gulping on his beer.
Quinn nodded her head as Sam suggested that the duo should make their way back into the party. "Oh great, everyone was already so sloppy before, can you imagine what it'll be like now?" she laughed, though in fact had had felt a knot in her stomach at the thought of all of the people who would be pushing at her. "Actually, someone pushed me into one of the tables and I think I'm starting to bruise," she mumbled, pulling the hem of dress and inch or so upwards, noticing a medium sized yellow bruise forming on her upper-thigh. "Well that's nice." groaning to herself, as Sam then took her hand, causing the girls temper to melt. Once making their way inside, Quinn had grabbed one of the stacked red cups, pouring some of the punch into the cup. "I'll just have this punch. I mean, at least I think it's punch.." trailing off she brought the plastic cup to her nose, the scent of hard liquor draining her nose. "Well that's definitely one fourth of punch, who knows what the rest is."
Sam shrugged his shoulders when she told him to imagine how people would be like now. "I don't know. I guess more people on either the floor, bathroom or fighting." He laughed but his face crumpled when she said she was starting to bruise. "Do you remember who did that to you? I'm breaking a bottle on that person's head. Tell me if you see 'em again inside, okay?" He said, trying to be protective of her. He reached to the hem of her dress and pulled it a little down to hide the growing bruise. Sam laughed out loud when she poured herself one of the hardest drinks in the party. "You really shouldn't have done that. I might be carrying you back to your bed later if you continue to drink that." He said, laughing out loud. "Just take a lighter one so you won't feel too dizzy. We have about less than 5 more hours before the sun rises."
Quinn couldn't help but smile as Sam's protective side had started showing, walking around Sam so she was facing his back, she brought her hands up to his shoulders, rubbing momentarily as she soon pushing her feet onto her toes so she could place her mouth by Sam's ear. "Relax. It's no big deal, really. Okay?" Then bringing herself to her regular height, she tugged at his arm so he would be facing her.
Quinn scoffed as Sam doubted she would be able to take the drink, rolling her eyes as well. "The fact that you think I can't handle my drinks is delightful. But believe it or not this isn't my first time drinking something like this, Sammy."
Sam was loving this closeness he was having with Quinn. It made him feel like she's hers. To be honest, he was feeling a little something something for her already since they became this close and it was only growing further as the night becomes darker. He just laughed when she said it wasn't her first time drinking something like that. "Okay, I'm not doubting your ability to drink hard liquor but I'm definitely concern about taking a drunk girl home." He said, laughing as he wrapped his arms around her but his face was pulled back so he can see her clearly. "I just want to say…sorry. I shouldn't have judged you that fast. You're not a nerd, you're not a dork…well, not the bad way but the good kind of nerd and dork…but you're definitely fun and cool." He said, smiling at her. "I've never had this much fun in a party before. Thanks."
Quinn had no idea why, but she swore she had a connection with Sam that she never really felt with anyone else. Bringing the drink up to her lips as Sam spoke, she poured the drink into her mouth, the liquids stinging her throat as it trickled down her mouth. Scrunching her face up slightly, she soon licked her lips and smiled, tilting her head slightly. "Well, I like this drink, so, I'm sticking with it." giggling lightly as she could immediately feel the alcohol pulsating her head. She was slightly taken by surprise as Sam had wrapped his arms around, but she didn't mind. She never did. "I appreciate that.. But you're not the only one who's sorry,"she sighed slightly, recalling their first few times meeting and her thoughts on that. "I shouldn't have just dubbed you as the airheaded playboy, because you're so much more than that." Shrugging her left shoulder slightly, rubbing it against the side of her head, smiling at the boy. Clearing her throat, she had pushed Sam away slightly, biting her lip. "I actually have to use the bathroom"
Quinn spoke, "Or at least try to, the line must be so long." she groaned, grabbing her purse and her drink. "I'll be right back, okay?"
Sam let her have the time for her life as she was enjoying the buzz the alcohol was giving her. He so loved it when she licks her lips and it makes him bite his. "Okay, fine. Stick with the drink." He said, gulping his beer again. He smiled when she said her sorry as well. His grip on her body just tighten as his smirk never left. "I appreciate it but I think we should just forget about that. At least, our bickering and teasing lead us to this." He said immediately adding, "I mean, friends…close friends, right?" He giggled as he rubbed her back. She then excused herself to go to the bathroom. "Oh, no. It's fine. I'll go with you. I mean, I'll wait outside okay? And…maybe, you'd want to go some place else. It's too sweaty here, we could go for some yogurt if you want." He said, holding her hand again as they walked to the bathroom.
Quinn could feel her breath get trapped in her throat as Sam had tightened his grip against the girl. All she could do was nod to his words as she tried to regain composure, clearing her throat afterwards. Laughing as Sam had insisted on walking the girl to the bathroom, "Alright you can wait outside, hopefully it's not too busy.." she trailed off as they made their way towards the two bathroom doors. "Yeah, we could do that.. If you're able to drive, that is." she smiled at him before letting go of his hand and walking into the door.
Sam and Quinn walked over to the bathroom. "Yeah, I can drive. Be careful in there." He joked as he crossed his arm on his chest. Just when Quinn got inside the restroom, Sam felt a tap on his soldier. "Sam! I thought you weren't coming!" He was surprised to see Finn and his other friends come to him. "Oh, uhh, hey guys." He said, looking at them and looking at the door Quinn entered to. "Yeah, change of plans. My parents let me out anyway." He said, hoping Quinn would stay inside for a while as he tries to push his friends away. He just wanted to get out of the place with Quinn. "Well, then, let's get in the middle and grind those chicks out there!" Puck said, pulling the guy to the dance floor. "I'll just meet you guys there. Go." Sam said, pushing them. "Why so pushy, Sam?" Dani said, the red headed girl said. "Here, have some drink." The said, giving him a drink. He just took it and smiled. He pulled out his phone to text Quinn but the signal was broken. He just stood there, hoping Quinn would stay inside first.
Quinn groaned as she made her way into the bathroom, the scent of cheap perfume, hard liquor and vomit all breezed through the air, causing the blonde girl to crinkle her nose in disgust. Along with the stench, there had been a number of people before her as they all waited. Taking a small sip from her half full cup, Quinn had swallowed hard, deciding that she could simply wait it out. Making her way out of the door, Quinn had her head down as she digged through her purse, trying to locate her phone. With her head down Quinn had turned her body to the direction that Sam was left at. "Hey, so it's just super crowded in there, so I can just wait.." she trailed off as she turned her glance upwards, noticing a group of people surrounding Sam. "Oh, uh, hi." she spoke, looking towards Sam. "Do you… wanna go now?" she asked, her eyes still glancing towards the group
Sam was surprised when he suddenly heard Quinn and everyone looked at the girl. His eyes widened as his hands started to shake. He was definitely holding his breath until he finally spoke up. His friends looked at Quinn and raised an eyebrow at Sam. "I… I don't even know you, girl. Why the fuck would I go somewhere with you?" He said and his friends laughed. "Hey, girl. I'm really sorry. You must be one of Sam's previous hook ups. He doesn't remember 3/4 of them so I'm sorry for the embarrassment." Dani said and everyone laughed. Sam just remained quiet. "Okaaay, how bout we now go to the dance floor? Goodbye, girl." Puck said and everyone stared at her like she was some disgusting disease. Sam remained in his place and let the other walk to the dance floor. "Hey, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't see them coming at me." He said, giggling. He reached for her hand and smiled, "Let's go? Before they see me leave." He said, giggling.
Quinn felt her stomach drop once those words left his mouth. Quinn didn't even notice as the others begin to speak, her eyes still stuck on Sam. If there was one thing that made Quinn the most vulnerable, it was public rejection. It made her feel completely vulnerable and disheartened- but she now felt ten times worse as it had been Sam who was the one been rejecting her. She understood why they needed to hide their friendship from Biff and people who had known Biff, but she didn't understand why they had to hide it from his friends, as it was very unlikely that any of them would have known Biff. As Sam finally spoke, she kept her eyes on him, ranging from hurt to fury. As he went to grab her hand she quickly pulled it away, furrowing her brows. "Do you know humiliating that was? Am I not good enough to at least be introduced to your friends? That you have to refer to me as some random person?" she spat her words out, her hands shaking in fury.
Sam was surprised when she finally showed anger. It scared him truly not because of how she looked like or how terrifying her word were but he was afraid that it was the end of their night; of their friendship. "Quinn, I was just trying to be safe. I thought we were supposed to be secretive about this. What if they find out about…us…." He paused, intentionally using the word. "What if this comes to Biff? I just don't want to get in you trouble." He explained as he moved closer. "Let's just go, come on. Let's talk inside the car."
Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes in the process. "You think any one of them even knows Biff? Or if they even give a shit." Her eyes immediately widen as the words left her mouth, surprised with herself for cursing, but soon brushed it off. The mixture of alcohol and anger filled her veins, causing her blood to boil. As Sam came closer to the blonde girl, Quinn immediately backed away, her eyes glaring straight through Sam. "You're crazy if you think I'm going anywhere with you!" Quinn could feel her face heat up, the hints of alcohol only continued to add fire to her anger.
Sam sighed at her. He was just really trying to be careful. "I was just making sure, Quinn. What if they do? What if they don't? I was just making sure they won't know." He said a little surprise to hear her curse for the first time out loud. She backed away when he reached for her. "Quinn, come on. Let's just talk about this outside. It's too loud in here." He said and forcefully grabbed her hand.
Quinn let out a cold laugh, shaking her head softly. "You are just.. You are just pathetic." She spoke, bringing her cup up to her lips once again, taking a sip, leaving at least a quarter of the drink left in the cup. As Sam went to grab her hand once again, she noticed his harsher grip, causing the girl to instinctively act by tossing the drink that was in her hand, onto the blonde boy before her. "Don't you ever touch me again!" she shouted, with a few heads turning. Tossing the rest of the empty cup at the boy, she turned on her heels and pushed her way to the much more crowded door of the building, wiping the paint away with her hands.
Sam felt bad to what he did but he had no choice. He was caught off guard and he just followed his first instinct. Whatever their relationship is, it was definitely gone now. His harsh grip caused her to toss her drink on him and he felt way more embarrassed as what she felt earlier, causing people to look at them. He could feel the cold drink dripping as he looked at her again. He wanted to follow her but he just couldn't. With all the attention now, he had to make even sure that he wouldn't have any public contact with her. He just went inside the men's bathroom to clean himself up.