SAM'S ESCAPE
CHAPTER TWENTY
SETTING: Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio; hotel
WHO: Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray, New Directions Glee Club
WHEN: First weekend of summer vacation
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.
A/N: Strong language and discussion ahead! Thanks for the reviews!
Sam and Quinn jumped on the hotel's shuttle bus to Soak City since it was open for a couple more hours. Quinn was really just interested in hopping in the pool for a relaxing swim, not really going down the slides and stuff. They found a spot next to the pool and then Sam just took off and jumped in. Quinn came over to the edge; he said the water felt great and for her to jump in. She dipped a toe in and thought it felt a little on the cool side but went ahead and took the plunge.
When she came up from under the water, she screamed. "Sam! It is freezing!"
He swam over to her, wrapping his arms around her, laughing. "You get used to it, Q! My body sucked up my weiner, though."
She was laughing and then stopped, looking shocked.
"The cold water Q…makes it kinda crawl back inside or something," he explained to her, then took her hand, pressing it against the front of his swim trunks. He was right; she felt maybe only the tip of his penis.
"Oh wow…" she said. She kissed him then and jumped up to dunk him. They played in the regular pool for a while and then went over to the wave pool. They loved the wave pool because they clung to one another and let the "waves" moved their bodies all around each other. After a little bit, they noticed Puck and Lauren there, in addition to Brittany, Santana, Finn, and Rachel. They said hi but mostly kept to themselves, enjoying some fun time together. Occasionally, the others would catch a glimpse of Sam wrapping his arms around Quinn, his hands moving down to her ass under the water, then a wave would bump them apart, laughing. Sometimes, they'd be mid kiss when a wave would knock them off balance. It seemed like they were pretty much oblivious to all the others around them. They finally climbed out to lay on the lounges until time to catch the shuttle back to the hotel.
"It has been such a fun day, Q," he said, reaching for her hand.
"Totally fun day Sam," she said lazily.
They lay there in silence for about 30 minutes until they felt themselves being dripped on. The other kids were out of the pool, telling them it was time to get their crap together to catch the shuttle. Sam and Quinn had fallen asleep poolside. They collected their stuff and headed for the shuttle.
"I love napping in the sun," Sam said. "I feel rested up now for tonight!"
She laughed. "Sleeping in the sun makes me feel like a cat, so lazy, but yeah I love it too."
Back at the hotel, they found Tina and Mike sleeping so they just hung out on the balcony until time to find something to eat.
"I love sitting on this balcony...I could sleep out here...but I won't," she said to Sam, smiling. "The breeze is awesome."
"It's nice, relaxing. I'm hungry though. When do you think they'll wake up? Should we just go on and get dinner or wake them up or what?"
"Hmmm...I dunno...I wonder what the rest of the group is doing for supper?" she asked.
"Something I was thinking...I tolerate Puck and all...but as far as leaving the connecting door open at all times for just anyone to wander in our room...I'm not so down with that, ya know? He just seems like he gets off on doing crazy shit and I really just don't want him bugging us." Sam told her. Mercedes had mentioned to them that they could leave their connecting door unlocked, like her room was doing, so people could move kind of freely between the living rooms.
"That didn't feel right to me either," she agreed. "I mean, the people in Mercedes' room don't bother me...just knowing Puck and Lauren could be on the prowl at any given time is kinda weird though. I guess we'll just bring it up to Mike and Tina and see if they're okay with it. If anyone needs us all they need to do is knock or call...jeesh."
"About what?" Tina was yawning in the doorway of the balcony.
Sam and Quinn explained about keeping the connecting door locked most of the time, especially at night, and she agreed with them.
"Are you two hungry? Q and I are starving..." he asked Tina. Turning to Quinn, "Seriously? Do I look red? I feel burnt."
"You look pink, not like a lobster or anything. We can see if they have any aloe vera in the lobby gift shop," she answered him.
"I can't believe you didn't bring any with all the other lotions and stuff!" he joked with her.
"I'd slap you if you weren't pink!" she laughed.
"Let's get ready to go eat...I am starving," he said again.
They pulled some fresh shorts and t-shirts out of the duffel bag and just changed together in the bathroom, brushing their hair, freshening up. Sam was messing with his hair again in the mirror.
"I have got to get this cut or trimmed or something...I can't see out of my left eye most of the time! Also, I'm sunburnt. Wonder if I'll tan?" he said.
"Probably. You're not that burnt though, just pink. I'm serious," she was beginning to think he was obsessed with getting sunburnt.
While they got ready, Mike and Tina went over to Mercedes' room to see what they were doing for dinner. They came back and reported to Sam and Quinn that the others were going to some burger joint called the Sand Bar there at the hotel, then the guys were running to a WalMart or Target to pick up stuff for the party that night.
The group of 14 of them went downstairs to wait for a table at the Sand Bar. Sam was getting fidgety, having to wait. Finally, Quinn asked the host if maybe they could have a couple packs of crackers to tide him over. She handed the crackers to him and sat down next to him.
"That's what you'll be learning how to do on Monday Q...handing out crackers to cranky hungry people!" he said, opening the crackers.
"I'm sorry we have to wait...hopefully the food comes out fast," she said to him, hooking her hand around his elbow.
"It'th okay Q," he said, cracker crumbs blowing out of his mouth. She giggled at him. "Thorry..."
She looked around the group of their friends. Mercedes and Tommy seemed to be getting along well, as did Artie and Betsy who seemed to be joined at the lap since she was nearly always in his wheelchair. Santana and Brittany were as thick as thieves, heads together, probably concocting some devious plan. Puck and Lauren were literally at the bar, trying to score a drink with no luck. Mike and Tina were as googly-eyed with each other as she and Sam were. That made her glance over at Sam who was still stuffing crackers in his mouth. He returned a small grin, keeping all his crumbs to himself this time. Finn and Rachel were the last two she observed, sitting the farthest away from her and Sam. They all tended to keep their distance as much as possible but remained nice on the surface to one another. Rachel had a hold of Finn's hand and was talking earnestly to him about something. He seemed to be totally into whatever it was, totally focused on Rachel. Quinn never hated Finn and was glad that she had pushed him in Rachel's direction as he definitely seemed happier with Rachel.
Their large group was finally led to two tables; they had to be split up. Sam and Quinn wound up sharing a table with Mike, Tina, Mercedes, Tommy, Finn, and Rachel. They all decided to order virgin drinks just to look cool. Quinn went with a virgin screwdriver and Sam a virgin daiquiri.
"I don't even know what this is, Q," he whispered to her.
"Me either!" That made them both laugh.
When everyone had their drinks and orders were taken, Sam raised his glass to the table, saying, "I'd like to make a toast..." The rest of their group followed, even the other table overheard and raised their glasses as well.
"To good friends, great times, and true love," he finished, looking at Quinn. They all clinked glasses, Puck shouted 'cheers'.
Quinn leaned into Sam then and whispered you are so freakin adorable. She then proceeded to squeeze his knee through the rest of dinner. The food finally came out about 20 minutes later, which was a good thing because Sam was ready to eat his damn napkin. They had a good time with each other and the restaurant staff, even though they did tend to get boisterous at times. The bill came, and Sam and Quinn's portion equaled $25.
He leaned over to her. "That's like a quarter of our food budget Q," he said concerned. "Ugh, and I still have to get junk at the grocery store for tonight."
"Don't stress over it...we still have the money I have if we need it," she said.
"I know...I just didn't want to touch any of that if we didn't have to, ya know? Okay, I'm not stressing. Shit...I forgot to call my parents to let them know we got here okay," he said, suddenly remembering that.
"I called them, silly! They know we're here, having fun, doing unmentionable things..." she giggled.
"What?" His eyes got huge.
She laughed. "Kidding!"
"Ha...it's not like it's a secret anymore with them anyway. There is nothing more embarrassing than talking about sex with your parents...jesus," he said, blushing a little at just the thought of it. "I guess it'd be different if we were, like, married, right?"
"Right, so true," she agreed, wondering why he'd throw being married out there and then she remembered the eggs and groaned. By this time, the group had migrated to the lobby as the boys were all going in Artie's van to find a grocery to pick up pop and chips and junk for their party that night.
"What are you girls going to do while we're gone?" he asked Quinn, wrapping his arms around her, resting his chin on her head.
"I might get our stuff out of the bag so we can stop digging through it every time we need something and probably just gossip about you boys," she conceded.
"Really? That's what you all do when you're alone together?" He was just messing with her; he wasn't entirely clueless to what those girls did alone. "No pillow fights in your bras and panties?"
"God no Sam! Well, maybe Brittany and Santana." That made them both giggle.
"I can't believe I dated like a lesbian," he said. "Only to make you jealous though..."
"You seemed pretty miserable during that time," she said, looking up at him.
"You noticed?" he asked.
"Yeah...I couldn't get you outta my mind then..." she replied, stretching up to kiss him, seeing the other guys heading toward the doors. "Time to go on your excursion." He kissed her again.
"I love you Q..." he took off with the other guys. She headed upstairs to hang out with the girls.
The guys found a Target and went inside. Later, Sam thought it was a wonder they didn't get thrown out since they were all pretty much being asses with Puckerman pushing Artie up and down aisles like it was a race and the other guys shoving one another and just generally being dudes. They managed to find the pop and snacks aisle and tried to figure out what to get.
"Whose fucking idea was it to send the dudes to the store?" Puckerman asked no one in general. "I oughta be laying my ass on that damn beach!"
"I think it was Zizes' idea, dumbass!" Mike responded and then got shoved by Puck.
"Shut the hell up both of you so we can get this shit done..." Finn muttered, pushing the cart down another aisle. Sam caught up with him, trying to distance himself from the rough-housing.
"So...you and Rachel doing okay?" Sam asked him. Finn looked at him and then kind of smiled.
"Yeah...yeah, we are. Probably the nicest thing Quinn has ever done for me...nice toast at the restaurant by the way," Finn said, tossing 2-liters of pop in the cart, not paying any attention to what he was grabbing off the shelf.
"Really dude? Diet?" Sam asked him, taking out the diets and replacing them with regular pop.
"Hey, man, I did have a question for you...about the promise ring you gave Quinn...that was pretty cool dude...like, where'd you buy it? I was thinking maybe I'd get one for Rach," Finn asked him. That kind of surprised Sam.
"Umm...I bought it before we broke up...like, at Valentine's Day...that's when I was gonna give it to her originally, and then...you know..." Sam kind of trailed off, remembering how he and Quinn had broken up then because she had made out with Finn.
"Oh dude," Finn made some weird face. "You kept it all that time then?"
"Yeah..." Sam paused. "Uh, well, I bought it at a jeweler's in Lima at an after Christmas sale, actually."
"Cool...thanks for the info," Finn suddenly felt uncomfortable with the whole conversation and turned his attention to yelling at the other guys still acting like monkeys. "God Puck! Artie is not a freakin toy!"
"Who needs rubbers?" Puck shouted at them. "I need some of the extra-extra-large magnum-sized condoms for lovin my lady tonight..." He had wandered off to find them. None of the other guys followed him. Sam cringed at just the thought of Puck and Lauren actually doing it.
"Seriously dudes? You all have enough for the weekend? Don't come crying to me when you find out you don't!"
Sam, Finn, and Tommy were really the only ones picking stuff out for their party and for snacks for the rooms. He still felt sunburnt so he found a small container of aloe vera and threw it in the cart.
They finally made it to the checkout and loaded up all the 2-liters and chips and then Puckerman picked up the aloe vera and loudly announced, "Okay, so who's the pussy here?"
"Jesus Puck...it's for Quinn..." Sam lied, yanking it out of his hand and throwing it on the belt.
"Ahhh, taking care of my babymama, I see...you two are like joined at the fucking groin, I noticed...I'm kinda surprised you haven't knocked her up yet seeing as how fertile she is..." It took all Sam had not to swing at him in Target.
"At least I'm man enough to take care of her...other people weren't..." Sam replied quietly and only to Puckerman.
"I guess we'll finish this outside then..." Puck threatened.
"Whatever dude..." Sam said, moving up into Puck's face.
"Seriously guys, what the fuck? Break it up already...jesus we're here to have some fucking fun, alright?" Finn wedged himself in between them. Puckerman backed up, moving closer to the cashier since the total was coming up and they were going to have to figure out how to split it up.
The total came to nearly $120 so they all chipped in $20 and then Puck told them they'd have to pay him back on the liquor if they were going to be drinking. The entire ride back to the hotel was spent arguing about how much he wanted from every couple. They got a luggage rack to haul all their junk back up to their suites. Puck pulled Sam aside.
"Just take care of her dude...you weren't here last year so you don't know what went on but I did man up...as best I could then anyway..." Puck told him.
Sam just looked at him.
"She looks happy with you, happier than I've ever seen her actually so just don't fuck it up..." Puck said as they got to their rooms.
"I don't plan on it Puckerman," he finally answered. Sam was pretty much thinking I can't wait to drink his liquor and not pay him one stinking dime on it. After that trip to Target, a drink actually sounded good to Sam.
The girls had congregated in Mercedes' room while the boys were gone, laughing about them and talking about how the day had gone at the amusement park and pool.
"So, who's planning on gettin some tonight ladies?" Santana blurted out, throwing her hand up in the air. The rest of them giggled but hands started shooting up. Brittany sat there looking clueless.
"Getting what Santana? Drunk? I totally plans on that!" She high-fived Santana.
"Mike Chang? I'll be tappin that!" Tina hollered. Quinn was just blushing, thinking Sam must be rubbing off on me with his blushing.
"You all are so crass!" Rachel said, though a slight smile was on her lips and then she threw her hand up in the air, totally laughing with the rest of them.
"Berry's gonna get some!" they began chanting.
"At least we're not sharing rooms like the rest of you...you...orgy mongers!" She was still laughing.
"What the hell is an orgy monger Berry? I'll be keepin my man in my bed and nowheres else!" Lauren said and then added, "Well maybe sex on the beach..."
"Is an orgy monger a type of dog?" Brittany asked. They all just looked at her and then screamed with laughter.
"And quite frankly, I can't wait to get my man into bed!" Quinn shouted, turning to high-five Tina. They all looked at her and started in with catcalls.
"Really?" Santana said when the hooting died down. "Because I wasn't too impressed by him." There were a few audible gasps.
"Probably because he lacks a vagina, San," Quinn retorted.
"Maybe that, and a pair of balls," she said back to Quinn. The other girls' heads were whipping back and forth between them.
"And by that you mean what?" Quinn asked.
Santana just stared, thinking she probably shouldn't have opened her big mouth. "Nothing...I meant nothing by it." What she had been thinking was if Sam had loved Quinn so much before their breakup, he never would've believed her so easily and just basically walked away from Quinn based on what Santana told him. She always thought as Sam as naive in some ways and believed everything he heard.
Once they calmed down, Rachel asked the group, "Isn't it kind of...weird...you all sharing rooms and doing...whatever?" They looked around at one another, shrugging their shoulders. Then, the comments started flying:
"You just keep it to yourselves..."
"And try to be quiet..."
"It's kind of a turn-on..."
"It just sounds so...dirty..." Rachel finally said.
"It's not like you're sitting there staring at someone else or they're staring at you Berry! God!"
They heard the boys out in the hallway, being loud, so Tina jumped up and opened the door for them to bring in the Target haul. The girls just stared at all of it, shocked at how much there was.
"You guys bought all of this for just tonight and tomorrow?" Mercedes asked them finally. They stood around the cart looking dumbfounded. There had to have been at least twenty 2-liters, 20 bags of chips, cookies, candy. Sam had fished out the aloe vera as they put the bags in Artie's van and had stuck it in his pocket.
"Zizes made us do it!" one of them piped up.
"That's right...no sense in us girls going to do a man's job," she said and the girls laughed. Then, they all started talking about where to set up Puck's liquor and where to set up music to get their party started and unloading all the goodies from the luggage rack.
Sam finally saw Quinn sitting among all the girls and made his way over to her, leaning down to kiss her. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in tight and then French kissed him, knowing Santana was watching. He kind of winced when she grabbed the back of his neck though because of his sunburn. He sat down next to her when she finally broke the kiss.
"Wow! Hello to you too! Check this out..." he pulled the aloe vera out of his pocket. "Can you put some on my neck please?"
"Sure Sam...I'd be happy to," she answered. She squirted some into the palm of her hand and gently smeared it on his neck, whispering to him sorry I was so rough just then. When she was done, he turned around to talk to her.
"You would not believe that trip to Target...oh my god," he said. "I'm seriously surprised that they didn't kick us out. Puckerman was like out of control, pushing Artie up and down aisles crazy fast, yelling about huge condoms, they were all cussing...I just tried to distance myself from it. Talked to Finn..."
"Really? Yeah, the trip sounds crazy. I had a word with Santana. Let's go to our room to talk..." she said to him.
"My neck feels so much better...can you put some of that on my arms and like face maybe?" he asked as they crossed through the connecting door, heading to their balcony.
"Sure..."
On the balcony, she sat down on a chaise lounge and he sat down between her legs, his back facing her.
"What first? Face or arms?" she asked him.
"Face, I guess..." he replied, leaning back gently into her.
She squirted some aloe vera in the palm of her hand and then dipped her other index finger in it to smear it on his face, trying to avoid his eyes.
"That's taking the heat out definitely..." he mumbled.
"Cool...maybe you are more red than pink now...poor Sam..." She started working some of it down his left arm, then moved to his right arm. He had rested his head back against her shoulder.
"Feels so good Q..." he whispered in her ear, then took her hand and moved it down over his penis. "Just that made me hard..."
He turned his face then and met her in a kiss. She kept rubbing him over his shorts until he said, "If you keep doing that, we're going to have a situation like earlier..."
"Mmmm...I love touching it though..." she mumbled back to him. They heard some music coming from Mercedes' room, mainly her balcony where Brittany had ran out and yelled party! Quinn sighed, moving her hand away.
"Okay...later then..." she told him.
"Later..." he repeated. They got up to go get their party on.