A/N: hey ya guise thanks for reading and reviewing it means so much to me and i feel all fluffy inside and also i'm writing this entire author note with no punctuation and so yeah thanks again you guise you all rock like hannah montana said xoxo
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The birds outside her window chirp with care; not too loud, and it's very peaceful. The clouds hug the blue sky and the trees dance with the wind. The entire neighborhood is silent and she sleeps alone on her big bed, unresponsive to all her surroundings. That is, until her alarm clock rings.
It's annoying little thing; it buzzes really loud and she finds herself flicking at her ear a lot in the morning. Ugh, waking up at 7am is not fun. Especially not on a Saturday. For volleyball. She should really just use her iPhone as an alarm clock; the Marimba beat isn't that bad compared to the beehive of a clock on her nightstand.
She shuts it off by slapping the top of the clock like it was a bitch who made her boyfriend cheat on her... but Quinn doesn't even have a boyfriend, never has had a boyfriend, and hasn't even kissed a boy yet. Yay.
Groaning, she makes her way to the bathroom and does all her morning activities to get ready for the day and slaves back to her room and gather her things. She has to be at the gym by 8 o'clock sharp.
Making her way downstairs, she sees her brother Grant in the den watching Spongebob. Seriously? She hopes he doesn't see her staring, and it's a good thing that she's using the back staircase that goes into the kitchen, or else he could have killed her.
As she silently shuts the door from the kitchen, she slightly opens the kitchen wall window, which goes through the dining room, whose wall window is open at full length. She pours herself a generous bowl of Lucky Charms and grabs a granola bar, watching Grant. He's watching one of her favorite episodes; one of the really old ones. It's the episode where Sandy dares the entire gang to go out of the water, and she's surprised that she still remembers all of their names. He laughs the same time that she quietly giggles, only so that he won't catch her.
When the seagulls are chasing them around the exotic island, it's the signal that episode has ended but Grant sticks around to see what's next. Apparently, it's 'the Fairly OddParents' and it's the episode where Timmy keeps on asking for more dads. She hears Grant shuffle in his seat and then gets up. He puts his bowl of whatever it is on the coffee table and shouts, "Quinn? Are you up yet? I need to drive you to practice and I haven't got all day!"
Damn. She forgot. He's driving her. Damnit. She can't let him know that she was watching him watch Spongebob. She can't blow off her ride. Both her parents are at work and Frannie left for her book club or whatever. Ugh, what to do now. Escape? Naw. Run back upstairs? Sure.
She sets her bowl down quietly on the counter and makes a run for it. And like she predicted... fail. His ears are like a dog's, and he bolts up the stairs from the den. She keeps climbing and thinks she's safe because she so close to her room but then she sees Grant on the other side of the hall with a wild look in his eyes.
"Get here!" he says, running towards her. It's a wonder the carpet hasn't started worming up yet.
She jumps back onto the stairs and sprints down, but he's catching up fast. She races through the kitchen, slamming the door into the wall, nearly hitting him in the face and reaches the living room, but not fast enough for her to get back on the stairs to go back to her room. He catches her in his arms and throws her down into the couch, his breathing is deep and the muscles in his arms are bulging.
"You don't tell anyone, alright?" he says. His voice is strong and powerful, but he would never hurt a fly. She nods and he lets go. "Then let's go, you little chicken."
The two make their way to the door and get their shoes on. He takes her bag for her but she insists on hauling it herself, and Grant being the gentleman he is, gives to her. They walk across the lawn and into the driveway, their footsteps in the direction to the Prius parked inside the garage.
"You won't tell anyone, right?"
"Yeah."
"You promise?"
"I do."
"You'd better."
"No worries."
…..
The door to the locker room slams open with the touch of a finger and she slugs her way to her locker. It's absolutely ridiculous how much her parents want her to get a volleyball scholarship to Stanford or Harvard or whatever. It's not even volleyball season. Right now, she's doing "volleyball tutoring" or whatever the hell it's called. All she knows is that she's doing extra drills and crunches and sit ups and laps around the field when she could be sleeping.
She's already changed so she takes out her water bottle and downs a quarter of it in two seconds. Just then, she hears the familiar sound of Coach Prior's whistle and she knows that it's go time.
"Let's go, let's go, girls! Five laps around the track to start with, let's get a move on! Come on!" Coach Prior yells into the room.
Time for action.
...
"Did you see Ali? She just ran thirty laps. Holy cow I wish I could run as fast as her," Julianna Goodman says. The girls are walking back to the gym after running laps around the school for five minutes. Quinn can't help it; she's eavesdropping to the popular girls. It's the only she finds out about dirt around here; no one else wants to tell her, and she's too embarrassed to ask, they would all laugh in her face.
"Hey," says Talia Wood, "Did you hear about Sam Evans and Santana Lopez? I think they're going out now."
Yay. That's exactly what she needed to hear.
"Huh, yeah right," Julianna says. "I'm pretty sure Santana would've changed her status on Facebook by now." The girls laugh at her joke and Quinn smiles because that is so true...
That's why when they reach the locker room, she grabs her phone out of her bag and hides inside the bathroom stall. She turns her phone on, waiting until everything is done loading and clicks on the Facebook app. She goes to the search bar, typing in 'sam' and finds what she's looking for in a heartbeat.
His profile picture is really cute. It's a picture of him from camp last summer and he's wearing big yellow shades and a Chicago Bulls snapback, flashing duck lips and a cheesy peace sign at the lake or something.
It so went through Instagram.
She remembers how happy she felt when the notification came saying that Sam Evans had accepted her friend request; basically one of the best feelings in the world. She scrolls down to see if there's anything that says "in a relationship with Santana Lopez" but there's nada and she's so relieved, she heaves a sigh so loud it sounds like a fan blowing.
It's noon now and it's time to get home. After an entire morning of "run faster!" and "arms straight!", she's ready to collapse onto her bed. She follows the rest of the girls out of the locker room, being pushed and shoved by their huge bags, and not to mention hers as well. And like always, she's the last one out of the locker room but it feels nice to breathe the fresh air once she's outside... and without the gut wrenching thought of running 20 laps around the track.
She takes her phone out of her pocket and texts Grant.
where are you?
She's waiting for his reply, tapping her foot impatiently. Then, out of the blue, she sees Sam. Sam Evans. And, what's he doing? She squints her eyes for a better view. Oh... talking to some sophomore girls who swim at the pool. Figures. But why is he here? Sighing, she looks back to her phone.
….. i can't. i'm at a friends house... i thought that frannie was picking you up.
Did he not remember that Frannie was at her book discussion class? He's too forgetful to be her sibling, especially her older one.
no, she's at her book club.
well hitch a ride from someone i can't come now.
Good brother, huh? It's no surprise though. He's the type to do these things; blow off family and run off with his friends to have big barbeques and go skinny dipping in a lake with girls... and guys. He's always called the Wild One in the family, but no one really cares as long nothing interferes with everyone else's own plans.
Now, if only someone would give her a ride. That's not an easy task at all. Why? Maybe because nobody likes her. Half the people who were here before are already gone. She's still here, with no ride, and her house is about an hour away from the gym... by car. She can't frickin' walk all the way back home, it'll be neck breaking and she doesn't have the patience to do so; it'd take an hour and a half; the gym is in Toledo! And Toledo isn't very close to Lima. This is just her luck.
"Hey, Quinn. See you at school on Monday," says someone, a someone with a soft but firm voice, and female. She turns around to see who it is, and is surprised to see Rachel Berry.
"Oh, yeah. Bye, Rachel," she says. Rachel gives a final wave before going inside her dads' car. Why was Rachel Berry at a gym? Shouldn't she be in theatre class or whatnot. She hates being rude and stereotypical, but she can't help it. What do theatre nerds do at gyms... but then again, what do stupid losers do at gyms as well?
It's been about 15 minutes since they were let out, and Quinn is getting hungry. She hasn't eaten anything since 7:30am this morning, with her bowl of cereal and granola bar. Ugh, when's lunch? she thinks. Even she eventually gets home, she'll be all alone... again. Her parents won't get home until five because they both teach at the University of Toledo and it takes a lot of time from here to home. And who knows when Grant and Frannie are gonna get home. Grant's the wild college kid and Frannie's the graduating senior who sure as hell won't want to spend her last days at McKinley with her little sister.
Life sucks sometimes. But she has to admit that overall... it's the best thing ever, you know?
Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder, and she's surprised because she's pretty sure that she's the only one left. But she still turns around to see who it is... and it's Sam. Sam Evans.
…..
Have you ever seen a deer in headlights? Their eyes are wild and their heart is pounding because something so shocking has overpowered them and they don't what to do but stare.
That's what she's doing right now, and so she decides to stop before Sam walks away.
"Hey," he says. He smiles. It's so frickin' adorable.
"Hey," she says back. She can hear the choir of angels above their heads.
"Well, I sorta saw you standing here before I got in my mom's car, and she did too... and she wanted to know if you needed a ride or not because... because you're sorta just standing here and staring... at nothing," he says, an awkward feeling slipping in.
"Oh... uh yeah. My brother was supposed to pick me up... but he's busy," she explains. Is he really offering her a ride?
"Me and my mom... we can drive you home. We live in the same neighborhood, right?" he asks.
"Uh, yeah. I think so," she says. They so do.
"Cool, I'll tell my mom right now," he says, and rushes back to the Prius parked by the side of the road. A middle aged blonde woman who looks exactly like her mom from the back talks with Sam, and nods. "Come on!"
Oh my gosh, she thinks. This is really happening, this isn't my imagination. He opens the door to the back seat for her and her heart is beating out of her chest. Sam Evans, the gentleman. Mr. and Mrs. Sam Evans. Quinn Evans. It all sounds too perfect.
"Thanks," she says.
"No problem."
…..
They're almost home when he speaks up after half an hour of silence that was followed by Sam's mom's riveting questions of "How are you?", "What's your favorite subject at school?", "How's your family?", and the all time favorite "Do you have a boyfriend?", whose answer was obviously no. His mom was then shushed by her son and the rest of the ride was awkward.
The car takes a sharp left turn on the corner of Sallanger and Upton, and everything veers to the left. Her bag is open, and a few things spill out because of that, and she sloppily picks up what she can find because Sam is opening his and she wants to listen.
"Hey Quinn..." he asks from the passenger seat.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing next Friday?"
No way... is he asking her out on a date? Is this happening? Could all her church time and community service finally be paying off?
"Nothing," she answers.
"Oh good, because my buddies Finn and Puck are having an awesome party at Finn's place while his mom and stepdad are out. I was wondering..." If you wanted to go with me?, she thinks. "If you wanted to come." Close enough.
She's absolutely shocked because this is the first time that she's really been invited to a boy-girl party... and she's being invited to it by Sam Evans.
So this is what bliss feels like.
"I'd love to..." she whispers.
"Awesome."
"He asked you right on time because... I do believe this is your stop," his mom says. They're in front of her house, a brick beauty on the really nice side of Lima.
"Yeah... thanks for the ride, Mrs. Evans."
"Oh please... call me Michelle," she insists.
"Oh... thank you Michelle."
"You're very welcome, Quinn," she says.
"I guess I'll see you on Monday, Quinn," he says, waving goodbye to her as she steps out of the car.
"Yeah, I'll see you. Bye."
"Bye."
She's almost to the front door before she hears the slam of a car door and turns around to find Sam running towards her. Is he... running to kiss her? Naw, poochy lips aren't displayed currently. But he is carrying her backpack. She guesses she forgot to take it with her while she was grabbing her duffel bag.
"You left your bag," he says, handing it over to her. Staring straight into her eyes... God, his eyes are amazing.
"Thanks..."
They're left gazing into each other's eyes for about five seconds before he coughs.
"Yeah, you're welcome." He starts running back to his car. Out of his window, he yells, "See you!" and gives a wave goodbye. She returns the gesture and sits on her doorstep. What a day.
"And what are you doing?"
She looks up to see Grant walking towards her.
"What the hell? You were supposed to drive me home!"
"Yeah, I was busy," he says, defending his honor.
"Yeah, busy with coming home!" She's quite furious, but when she thinks about it, if he had driven her home, she wouldn't have gotten the invitation from Sam to Finn and Puck's party... and so she's not that mad.
"Anything happen while I was gone?" he asks.
"Naw, not much." She's a dirty liar.
"Fine, keep your secrets!" he says jokingly, grabbing her for a piggyback ride.
She climbs onto his back and he opens the door. They bobble around like something floating in water, waddling around the house.
"And you can keep yours."
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yeah so i hope you enjoyed that! i really try to make quinn and grant's relationship special because i never really had a real big brother and i've always thought that it would be awesome. and so yeah. :) thanks again for all of you guys' wonderful reviews; they warm my heart! please leave one if you liked this and leave one if you didn't! haha jest keeding but reviews are appreciated! (; thanks again you guys! i love you all 5ever (dat means i love you moar than 4ever)
