SAM'S ESCAPE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SETTING: Quinn's house, bistro
WHO: Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray, others
WHEN: First week of summer vacation
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.
Quinn woke up the next day and Sam was already at work. She hated that she missed him but kind of loved sleeping in. And, she started her new job that afternoon so she was a little nervous and excited about that. She recalled last evening and Sam's whiskers…what a turn-on that had been for her and she hadn't even realized it. He most likely shaved that morning so when she saw him later he'd be all smooth-faced again, which was also fine with her, made him look young and hot.
She spent the morning going over some paperwork that Ms. Pillsbury had given her. She and Sam had their meeting on Wednesday since he had that day off so she wanted to try to prepare herself for it. There was information on universities in Ohio, community colleges nearby, and classes that she had to choose for next year. After she and Sam had talked that weekend about sharing their future together, she thought that is going to have to play into these plans for senior year. She couldn't picture herself going to a huge university like Ohio State, but she did know they had a campus there in Lima. She didn't even know what she'd major in. She loved to be physically active like when she was a Cheerio, she loved watching his kid siblings, she loved singing, she loved Sam. She had no idea what kind of plans he had in mind…well, besides what they talked about over the weekend. She knew, though, that they both needed decent jobs to be able to get by. Seeing how the financial crisis had pretty much ruined his family and lots of other families in the region, they were well aware of needing sustainable work. She wondered what kind of scholarships they could earn. She was pretty sure her father would not be footing a dime toward her postsecondary education, but she wasn't completely sure about that. If he had had to pay off the house to get the divorce through fast, maybe her mother had got something through regarding college for Quinn.
Classes for next year…she had to take the requisite math, English, biology, and government but that left 3 electives, one of which would be Glee of course. So, two electives to choose. She went through the handbook and oddly enough her eye was drawn to home ec and personal finance. The home ec class so she could learn to cook a freaking egg. The personal finance class so she and Sam could learn to budget and whatever, which they would need to know how to do if they were serious about getting married in the future.
She started daydreaming about being married to Sam Evans. He had said he was ready to be married now. Married in high school? That seemed odd to her, but there were actually a couple couples at McKinley who got married last year, all seniors she didn't know, so it wasn't exactly outside the realm of possibility. Of course, both those girls were nearly 9 months' pregnant at the time. It'd be so nice to be married before getting pregnant she thought. Of course, the way they had been going at it lately an accident was bound to happen and she'd be pregnant before being married. Of course, what if they got married and she got pregnant before senior year was over? Before college? So much to think about. Thinking about getting pregnant again reminded her of the extremely awkward, most belated sex talk ever with her mother around Christmas the year before.
Apparently, she and Sam had been caught in the act one night shortly before Christmas. It was actually just their third time doing it. He had come over so they could wrap Christmas gifts together and then they wound up on the couch watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He had initiated the sex that night, which had kind of shocked her, since he didn't seem as shy or as nervous about it. Her mother and Bill were there upstairs in her mom's room. Her mom and Bill had been dating for a couple months, and it was about this time that Quinn was beginning to notice a change in her mom's attitude. She didn't know if it was due to Bill or the booze but something was having a positive effect on her.
Sam and Quinn had been doing their usual make-out stuff on the couch, forgetting about Christmas shows on TV, when he gently pushed her back so her head was resting on the arm of the couch.
He had asked her, "Do you feel like…you know? I kinda feel like it, if you want to…"
She had looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, I do feel like it…do you have something?"
He leaned up on one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor, and reached behind him for his wallet to retrieve the condom. He tucked it in a fold on the back of the couch. He pulled her pajama bottoms off her, then her panties. She sat up and undid his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She started to lie back down, but he stopped her. "Will you put it on me?" he asked her, handing her the condom.
She took it from him, hands a little shaky, and tore it open. She pulled his jeans down to his knees, then his briefs, when his penis just fell forward in front of her. She looked up at him.
"Just put it on top of me and kind of roll it down," he said quietly, anticipating her touch, his breathing increasing.
She did as he told her and tried to use her fingers to roll it down his length.
"Like this," he said and wrapped his hand around his penis using his palm to roll it downward. He looked down at her, wondering if she would think it was weird that he was touching himself right in front of her, running his tongue over his lips, and she was looking up at him biting her lip.
She leaned back, taking him with her, and felt him push into her with no help, moaning into her ear as he did. They had picked up into a quick rhythm when he slipped out accidentally and then pushed his penis at her rubbing her up over her clitoris.
"Oh!" she said surprised. She had not been expecting that feeling but it did something for her. He started to move his hips back again and she told him to keep rubbing that spot. He tilted his hips and pushed himself between her folds instead of penetrating her. Her clitoris became more swollen and was even stimulating him from that angle. She was rocking against him at that point, her eyes wide, not really expecting the feeling going through her when she came. He was as shocked as she was and went ahead and tilted his hips down again and pushed into her needing his own release. He could feel the contractions inside all around him and the extra fluid from her and it only took a few more thrusts to cause him to climax. He was moaning next to her ear, sometimes cussing. She was still wondering what had just happened to her. So, she asked him.
"What happened to me Sam?" she asked when he had calmed down a bit.
He looked down at her. "I think you came Quinn…"
"But I have before with you…that was way more intense…" she said.
"You had an orgasm face, Q…" he said quietly, pulling out of her and sitting up. "Maybe the times before weren't really…you know…orgasms."
"Well, wow…we need to do more of that then!" They both laughed at her saying that.
The next day as Quinn was eating breakfast, her mom came downstairs to have her breakfast.
"Quinn, we need to have a talk," she said sitting down at the table with Quinn. "Are you and Sam…being intimate?"
Quinn about choked on her bite of bacon. "Why do you need to know?"
"Last night," her mother started and Quinn died a little inside. "I came downstairs for some more Chablis and, well, saw you and Sam together on the couch." Quinn thought quickly…the couch they had been on had its back to where her mother would've come down the back stairs. How much could she have seen?
"What do you think you saw?" Quinn asked her defensively.
"I saw your two heads moving together in such a way that he was on top of you doing something, Quinn," her mother told her.
Quinn looked down at her hands, knowing she was busted. "Why didn't you say something then?" she asked quietly.
"I didn't say anything probably because I was three sheets to the wind…I just came downstairs to get the last glass of wine to knock me completely out," she kind of laughed. "I like Sam, Quinn; I just want to be sure he is doing right by you, using protection or whatever, after what happened last year."
"Well, I'm pretty sure I love him and he loves me and yes, he always uses a condom," Quinn said, thinking god how awkward.
"Always?" her mother asked pointedly. Bad choice of words, Quinn, she thought.
"We've only done it 3 times mother! And yes, a condom every time! I do not want a repeat of last year," she said sighing.
"Try to be more discreet also…had I not been so tipsy last night that would've been quite embarrassing, for all of us," her mother said. "If you and Sam are serious, have you thought about getting on the pill?"
Quinn had not given that any thought. "I don't know if we're serious or not…but I'll think about it. Sorry about…last night…we'll try to be more, uh, private in the future."
She had run up to her room then, pulling out her laptop. Once she had Google pulled up, she took a deep breath and entered female orgasms. She then had to go back and human to the search box because all the results had to do with animals. This is enlightening
She awoke then, papers scattered all around her on her bed about senior year. She looked at the time, 2:30. She showered and got ready to go to the bistro. She pulled on a pair of black dress pants and a short-sleeved button-up white blouse (they had told her to wear black and white). She stopped in at the flower shop to see Sam at 3:45.
The first thing she noticed was his whiskers were gone; he looked like a teenager again. A damn fine teenager she thought. She said hello to the ladies who worked there and he pulled her by the hand over by some fresh flowers.
"Are you excited Q? I am, for you. I can't wait to see you tonight to see how it went. I'll miss you, ya know. Well, I've missed you all day today," he was a rambling mess. He leaned in to peck her on the cheek quickly.
"I'm a little nervous but not bad…wish me luck, okay?" she said.
"You got it…you better get down there before 4, okay? I love you…" he pecked her again and she ran a hand over his smooth cheek.
"I miss the whiskers, ya know," she said.
"I know…I gotta look presentable though," he answered, thinking his face felt so much better clean-shaven but then that reaction from her had been kind of mind-blowing so he was torn. "Do you think I could rock a goatee?"
She giggled. "Maybe silly…love you!"
At the Market Street Bistro, she walked in at 3:55 and told them she was there to start work as a hostess. The person working as the hostess smiled and took her to meet with the boss.
"My name is Angela; I'll be training you," the girl told Quinn.
"Great," Quinn replied. The boss had her fill out some paperwork, then gave her a nametag to affix to her top and told her Angela would be her trainer for the week. They went back to the front of the restaurant.
"Have you ever done this kind of work Quinn?" Angela asked.
"No, this is actually my first job," she answered. "Didn't you go to McKinley High? I'll be a senior there next year."
"Yeah, I graduated 2 years ago…don't miss it a bit!" Angela said and laughed. "I have to cut back on my hours here because I'm preggers, which is why they hired you."
"Oh! Congratulations!" Quinn said and smiled.
"Thank you…I'm kinda nervous…first one and all," Angela paused and Quinn saw the recognition cross her face. "Aren't you the Cheerio who got knocked up last year? I have some friends there your age."
Quinn felt her face flush. "Um, yeah, that was me…we gave the baby up for adoption."
Angela put her hand on Quinn's arm. "That must've been tough for you but what an unselfish thing to do."
"Yeah, it wasn't easy," Quinn replied. "So, what do I do first?" She was hoping to steer the conversation to anything else.
"Ummm, well, it's pretty easy. When people come in, you ask how many in their party and show them to a table; it's usually 2-4 people. Here's the table assignments for tonight, the tables each wait person has. Try to seat people evenly among them or they get pissed. Some people will call in and make reservations and here's that list, just check that if they tell you they have reservations. If the phone rings try to answer it. Sometimes people come in and pick up a call-in order but that's kinda rare. If they do, just go back to the kitchen to get it and we ring it up here. Oh yeah, the wait staff handle cashing out their own tables so we don't ring up actual eat-in customers." Quinn had never heard so much of something so foreign to her in her life.
Angela saw Quinn's worried expression. "You'll do fine! Look, here comes some people, just follow me."
Angela welcomed them to the bistro and asked how many. They said two and she checked the seating chart and made a tally mark next to a table. She took two menus and asked them to follow her, which they did. At the table, she placed the menus on two settings and told them so-and-so would be right with them.
"We need to find so-and-so to tell him he was 2 at table 13," Angela told her, heading off toward the kitchen.
Back at the hostess station, Quinn told Angela, "I will never figure all of this out."
Angela laughed. "You will! It just takes practice. Okay, here comes some more people." This time, Angela marked a "2" next to the table she took those people to. Back at the hostess station, Angela told Quinn that the most waiters on the floor at any time were four of them and at 7 when it was time for Quinn to leave they put out a sign that said 'seat yourself'. She also told her there were a couple busboys who cleared tables and kept the dining room straightened up.
"I think those dudes go to McKinley," Angela told Quinn.
"Oh, maybe I know them," she said. She saw them later but didn't recognize them.
The cooks were a couple older guys and a lady. The boss mainly stayed in his office but made an appearance during the dinner rush to see how things were going. Quinn could not remember anyone's name except Angela. She knew the waiters' names but couldn't remember who was who. Before she knew it, it was 10 minutes until 7.
"I can't believe how fast that flew by!" she told Angela as they placed the 'seat yourself' sign by the entrance.
"I'm sure I forgot some things…oh, like the chalkboard we put out on the sidewalk with the specials and we mark the seating chart in order of how we seat people so if someone else seats customers, like the boss, they just see what the highest number is on the chart to make sure they're not seating two new tables in the same section or whatever. Hopefully, I remember them all this week." Angela laughed.
"Thanks for showing me all this stuff tonight. Hopefully tomorrow I can help out more," Quinn told her.
She punched out at 7 with Angela and headed toward the front of the bistro.
"Oh, tomorrow park out back and come in through the back door. They don't like us to take up parking spots in front," Angela told her.
"Okay, thanks…see you tomorrow," Quinn said waving, heading to her car.
At her house, she found Sam in the family room with newly trimmed hair.
"Sam! I love it!" she said running her hands through it. He thankfully had left it long enough for her to do that. "You totally have a left eye!"
He laughed. "Cool, I'm glad you like it! Well, sit down and tell me all about it," he said, pointing toward the dining room table and walking to the kitchen, returning with her dinner.
"You would not believe it, but there is just so much to learn! Like rotating where you seat the guests to split it up amongst the wait staff, answering the phone, ringing up to-go orders up, reservations, the chalkboard…just so much!" she said excitedly.
"Wow…sounds intense…" he said, having no idea what she was talking about.
"The girl training me went to McKinley a couple years ago and is pregnant now so that's why they hired me because she has to cut back on her hours. The busboys go to McKinley but I didn't recognize them. The waiters are all older than us. Angela, the girl training me, knew about me giving up Beth, asked if I was the pregnant Cheerio," her face kind of fell when she told him that. "Well, the three hours went by fast but I missed you. What did you do this afternoon?"
"I got my hair cut…it was like a mop…then played some ball with Mike Chang and some other guys…then came home for dinner," he said.
"This morning, I went through those papers that Ms. Pillsbury gave us about next year…maybe you ought to go through them before Wednesday. It's about college and classes for next year," she told him.
"After you eat, we can go through the classes if you want. I'd love to take a class with you next year, you know, besides Glee," he said.
"Sure…great idea Sam!" she said bubbly. She finished her dinner while he sat there listening to her about the rest of her night at the bistro.
They went to her room after she ate her supper and she pulled out the class schedule for their senior year.
"We have to take math, English, biology, and government…ugh, that sounds lame…and we'll sign up for Glee so that leaves two electives. Do you want to know what I thought about signing up for?" she asked him.
He looked at her, his eyes shining. "Tell me."
"Okay, don't freak out…but home ec and personal finance," she said quickly.
He wasn't too shocked about the home ec class; the personal finance was an odd choice.
"Awesome…tell me why," he replied.
"Well, the home ec class so I can learn to make scrambled eggs," they laughed. "And I thought we could take the personal finance class together to learn how to budget and stuff, you know, if we move this forward."
He stepped over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Move what forward?" She put her arms up around his neck.
"Move us forward…" she said, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I love how that sounds Q…" he answered, kissing her back. "Should we tell Ms. Pillsbury our plans?"
"What are our plans Sam?" she asked, honestly not sure.
"I wanna marry you before the end of the year Q," he said deeply, nuzzling her neck.
She looked at him. "The end of the school year?"
He looked down at her, shaking his head no. "The end of the actual year."
She hugged him tightly. "That makes it seem so real Sam."
"It does, doesn't it? Only if you're ready and we'd have to get our parents' permission," he said quietly.
"You've done research into this, haven't you?" she asked him. He paused.
"No! Okay, yes, you know, since we're both 17…and 18 seems so far away Q," he said.
She looked up at him. "Like a lifetime away…"
He took a deep breath, feeling the conversation was getting serious. "Let's go watch TV…"
"Okay…" she said, following him out of her room.
On the couch, she curled up next to him.
"Wanna hear something funny?" she asked him.
"What?"
"I remembered that time my mom caught us doing it here and had some weird belated sex talk with me," she snickered.
He laughed. "Oh yeah, your first O…" He poked her in the ribs. "I am so glad she didn't say anything that night…I would've just died…thank god for the booze!"
"Yeah really!" They were laughing. "I wonder if she saw your ass?"
"What? Oh my god Quinn! God, I hope not. That night was great, though," he said, recalling the details, how he finally wasn't so nervous with her and oh yeah, she put the condom on him, and her first orgasm.
"Yes…totally awesome…"
He scooted down a bit on the couch, and she curled even more into the crook of his shoulder. A couple hours later as the 11 o'clock news was coming on, they woke up.
"Sorry Sam…I didn't mean to fall asleep…" she said.
"No prob, sweetie…I'm gonna get ready for bed," he said, standing up and stretching. She stood up and stretched too.
"Have a good day tomorrow," she said yawning. "I love you Sam."
"I love you too," he said, giving her a hug and kiss.
She wandered up to her room, thinking I can't wait til we can just sleep together and that's just to sleep. Getting married by the end of the year was sounding better and better.