SAM'S ESCAPE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
SETTING: Quinn's house, McKinley High
WHO: Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray, others
WHEN: Beginning of September/Labor Day
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.
Sam and Quinn walked through the front doors of McKinley High together the first day of their senior year, holding hands. They checked the main bulletin board for homeroom information and found they were in the same homeroom due to their last names. Even though their last names put them in very close proximity alphabetically, there was still that Eversole kid who was always between them. They lucked out and had Mr. Schue as their homeroom teacher. Of course, all Sam could think of was waving condoms around and now Schue knew he used them and with Quinn. In homeroom, they got some senior year information regarding things like senior pictures, homecoming, senior prom, getting ready for life after graduation, clubs you could join, sports to try out for, where your locker was located in the bank of lockers reserved for seniors only, senior parking and also got their class schedules. As it turned out, Sam and Quinn would be in the biology class right before lunch, then have the same lunch time, then go to personal finance together, split up and go to home ec and astronomy, and then meet back in Glee for the last period of the day. When they went to their lockers, they found that the Eversole kid was between them again, so Sam asked him to switch, which he did (the dude couldn't care less...just wanted to get the school year over with already and kind of felt weird being between the two lovebirds).
"Too bad we can't take out the middle wall and have one huge locker, right?" Sam asked Quinn, dumping some of his school junk in his locker.
"That'd be cool. Don't get any ideas," she said when she saw him looking intensely at where the screws and bolts were inside it.
"Alright, fine...still a cool idea though..." he muttered. He turned to her, smiling. "I guess I'll see you in bio then Q...have a great morning." He kissed her and took off for his government class. She went to her AP English class.
By the time they met up in biology, he looked flustered. "There is no way Q that I can keep up with this stuff...well, maybe the geometry class I'll be okay in 'cause I kinda understand angles and stuff but the English and gov...oh my god. So much reading and I just don't get government except maybe that we have a president. I'm so screwed."
She took his hand inconspicuously. "I'll help you Sam...don't worry okay?" He nodded, still looking nervous. They turned their attention to the biology lecture. He thought that actually sounded cool, doing experiments and mixing basic chemicals together to find their result and she was thinking dissect a frog? are you kidding me?
At lunch, they sat with some of their Glee friends and shared their happy news. Everyone was there except Tina and Mike and Artie and Betsy.
"Fellow Glee Clubbers," Quinn started, sounding much like Rachel Berry. "Sam and I are getting married!" She was smiling wildly. The other kids either sat there stunned or, like Kurt and Mercedes, squealed with delight.
"Really? Is that true?" Puckerman asked them. Sam nodded, smiling.
"So how far along is she?" I'm not going to do it I'm not going to do it I'm not going to do it Sam thought repeatedly, considering knocking Puckerman out cold right there.
"We're getting married because we want to, not because we have to," Sam said evenly.
Santana rolled her eyes.
"I'll offer my congratulations to you, Ken and Barbie, because you seem more than perfect for one another. I, myself, plan to never tie myself down to any man. Let's go Puck!" Lauren told them. They got up and left.
"I think it's super awesome," Brittany said. "Can I be the flowergirl?"
Sam and Quinn and the others just looked at her.
Kurt was beaming. "Sam and Quinn, you absolutely must let me help you plan your wedding! I have so many ideas! I'm sure you remember my work with my father's and Carole's wedding last year, that wonderful fall extravaganza. I would be so honored to assist you on your romantic journey."
Sam was thinking I pulled off a romantic proposal, I can probably pull off a romantic weddingbut then the reality of it was with him and Quinn both working and going to school they probably would need help and Kurt did know how to put on one heck of a wedding. He looked at Quinn, and she was smiling.
"Why don't you come over to Quinn's in a couple weeks and we can sit down and figure stuff out," Sam told Kurt. Quinn squealed.
"Well, give us the deets girl!" Mercedes said. "Like when? And who's going to be your maid of honor?"
Quinn and Sam filled them on how the proposal went. With the girls and Kurt oohing and ahhing over what Quinn told them he had planned and how they ogled her ring, Sam had that top-of-the-world feeling again.
"So, a winter wedding then?" Kurt asked them. "I have to start pulling my ideas together!"
Rachel and Finn had sat through all of this with small smiles on their faces, Rachel looking at the ring mostly out of obligation.
"Finn and I have big news, as well!" Rachel said suddenly. He looked at her, kind of confused. She stuck out her right hand. "He gave me a promise ring!" The girls were all interested in that just as much as Quinn's engagement ring.
Sam, Finn, and Kurt were the only boys left at the table, but Kurt was involved with gossiping with the girls. Sam smiled at Finn and said, "So you took my advice?"
Finn kind of smirked and said, "Yeah...it was a good idea. Nice ring for Quinn."
"Thanks," Sam said, looking over at Quinn, all smiles with the girls talking about girly stuff. At least he didn't hear the word periodcome from any of them. The bell rang, signifying the end of lunch.
"C'mon Q...let's go learn about money!" Sam said, taking her hand, leading her away from her girlfriends and Kurt.
In the personal finance class, the teacher asked the students why they had chosen that class and went around the room for their answers.
"Nothing else sounded good."
"I dunno."
"I'm working now and need to learn about, like, money."
"I've taken all the other electives, this was the only one left."
"I'm getting married later this year and need to know how to budget and manage my money, well, our money," Sam said when it was his turn.
"Same as him," Quinn said, pointing to Sam.
The teacher beamed. These two were a prime example of what he'd be teaching. "So, you two are marrying each other? Or you're marrying two other people? I just want to be sure I understand correctly."
"Each other," Quinn said, smiling at Sam.
"That's great! Not only will we be learning about personal finance on an individual level but these two are going to need to learn the basics on a joint level," Mr. Wagers went on. He handed out checking and savings account registers and blank checks and deposit slips.
"Yo Mr. Wagers...the bank does this for us already, like automatically," some kid piped up.
"You still need to learn and understand what they're doing with your money," he replied.
After that class, they went to their lockers quickly.
"You know Q...the crappiest thing about the school day is not being able to kiss you just whenever I have the urge," he said to her, raising an eyebrow.
"You have the urge right now, I take it," she said, smiling back at him.
"I might..."
She grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and pulled him to her for a quick kiss.
"That'll have to tide you over until later on...I need to go learn about cooking and economics of the home," she said.
"I'm off to astronomy...I need to check to make sure my constellations are still working...love ya!" He was off to his classroom.
In home ec, they started off learning basics of measurement and basic ingredients. Quinn raised her hand. "Are we going to learn to cook an egg?"
"Oh definitely Ms. Fabray...you'll learn to bake a cake from scratch before it's all over!" Mrs. Simmons said, laughing. Quinn could not even wrap her head around the idea of baking an entire cake from scratch. That's a disaster waiting to happen she thought.
Sam and Quinn met up again in Glee Club. Mr. Schue told the group that the afterschool rehearsals were the same as last year, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons from after school until 6. Sam and Quinn were glad he didn't change up that schedule because they had worked it out with their jobs to work Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and the weekends. Sam was a little bummed about not being able to go out for football his senior year but he figured he got to play in the years before and maybe in college he could get around to it again. He just needed to make sure he kept up on his workout schedule or he'd definitely lose his ab definition. Quinn was maybe a little sad that she wasn't a Cheerio her senior year, but she didn't dwell on it. Working her after school job was helping build her future with Sam and they still got to be in Glee together so that was good enough for her. She was going to have to ask him about working out with him so she could stay in shape too.
Mr. Schue was talking about holding tryouts for Glee Club to try to gain new members. The group collectively groaned; they were fairly tightknit and really didn't want to add any more outsiders but he told them they needed to become a "wall of sound" to compete against the larger show choirs in the area, i.e. Vocal Adrenaline.
"We also need to focus on Sectionals early on kids...No waiting around until 2 weeks before and being totally unprepared," he said. "And, Principal Figgins has asked us to perform at the back-to-school assembly this Friday so we need to choose a song, do some choreography...This summer, I found an awesome Journey album they only released in Europe in '72..." The group groaned very loudly at that.
"Okay, okay, let's hear suggestions and keep it PG people..." he said, laughing.
"Lazy Song, Bruno Mars," Puckerman suggested.
"Uh no..."
"Smokin' In The Boys Room, Motley Crue," Puckerman suggested.
"No..."
"How about just a medley of songs from this summer?" Tina suggested.
"Good idea Tina! Everyone come up with a few songs and we'll try to put maybe four of them in a medley. Each of you should be showcased somehow also," Schue said.
"Like, everyone has a solo?" Mike Chang asked, suddenly worried.
"Not necessarily. Maybe the guys do a group number, the girls do a group number, and then a couple solos..."
"Cool," Mike said, relieved.
"Mr. Schuester? May I sing Rolling In The Deep by Adele? That has been extremely popular this summer and I feel I've practiced it enough that we'd at least have that part taken care of," Rachel said.
"If it's okay with everyone else, I don't have a problem with that," Schue said.
"I can do Price Tag, that Jessie J song, if y'all want me to," Mercedes said.
"Awesome...sounds good...any other ideas?" No one said anything.
"Okay, break into groups for the rest of class and brainstorm, try to have some ideas for tomorrow then...boys together and girls together..." he said.
They all split into two groups, mumbling over song choices. The boys heard the girls get all excited and then were listening to someone's phone for whatever song they pulled up. Apparently, they had their selection nailed down if Schue okayed it.
"Dudes, I threw out like two ideas...I have nothing else..." Puck said.
"Sam, you know a lot of songs...any ideas?" Mike asked him.
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I heard that weird Barbra Streisand song a lot this summer...maybe that's what the girls came up with..." The boys laughed.
"You got any ideas Mike?" they asked him.
"I just dance...don't really pay attention to who's singing or what it's called..."
"Kurt?"
"I'm just into Broadway musicals, really. I'm pretty sure I didn't turn on a radio all summer. Hmmm," Kurt said, thinking.
"Artie?"
"Well, Betsy listened to this one song all summer, about drove me crazy, but it's catchy...maybe we could try that one." He told them what it was and they all recoiled basically in disgust.
"You have got to be shitting me...I'm not singing that song..." Puckerman said quietly to the group of boys.
"It's better than nothing, I suppose...not much though..." Mike said.
"No comment," Sam said. He had heard Quinn singing it often in the shower, though.
"I agree with Sam. I have no comment." Dramatic pause. Of course he had a comment. "Except we are so above that song but you know what? The rest of McKinley isn't, so what the hell...let's sing it to them with gusto!" Kurt said with flare. They all looked at Kurt.
"Lady has a point," Puckerman said finally.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Thank you."
With five minutes to go for the class, the two groups reconvened, sharing their song choices. The boys had never heard of the girls' choice, and the girls were interested in the boys' take of what they chose. They decided Price Tag first, Rolling In The Deep next, the girls' choice, and the boys' choice finishing the show.
Mr. Schue approved. "Should be interesting..."
Classes ended for their first day of senior year. At their lockers, they shared a few chaste kisses before both having to leave for their jobs.
"All in all, it was a good day, you think?" he said to her, running a finger over her pink bangs.
"Not bad," she said, smiling up at him.
They walked to their cars. She had to run home to change quickly; he just changed shirts at the flower shop.
At their cars, he kissed her a little more deeply than at their lockers.
"I'll see you at 7ish," he told her.
"Can't wait...have a good afternoon..." She kissed him back. He watched her drive away before he left.
The rest of their week was mainly focused on trying to get back into the swing of things with school and homework and work andGlee Club. Tuesday and Thursday after school rehearsing had pretty much been heinous with arguments and diva-tudes. By Thursday night, their performance had finally come together so at least they wouldn't be even more embarrassed in front of the entire student body.
Sam had been sleeping on the couch again since school started back up and was kind of bummed about that but after getting that look from Judy a couple days after he had proposed to Quinn when they made a quick retreat upstairs and slammed her bed against the wall he decided he better just keep his penis away from her for a while. They were kind of worn out anyway from getting back into their school/work/Glee routine. Thursday, though, he felt like cuddling with her and snuck upstairs after lights out.
She was already sleeping when he snuck in. He knelt down next to her bed to get eye-level with her and whispered Q...Quinn. Her eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to register who was whispering her name. Then, she smiled. He crawled over her as carefully as possible to get behind her, in his usual position, so he could snuggle with her.
"I can't stay the whole night...just needed to be next to you for a while Q..."
She reached over and set her alarm for 6 so he could go back to the couch.
"I've missed you up here, Sam..." she mumbled sleepily. She had very much missed falling asleep with his arm wrapped around her. Even if they woke up back to back, falling sleep wrapped in his arms, just that contact with him as she dozed off, was what she yearned for every night.
"I've missed it too..." he whispered. I can't get enough of her tiny warm body next to mine he thought, smiling as he fell asleep.
The next day was the back-to-school assembly, which was being held during the last period of the day. The group had decided on simple costumes. Since it was kind of summer songs, they just wore shorts (board shorts for the boys, short-shorts for the girls) and plain neon t-shirts of different colors (Kurt's idea, neon colors are making a comeback people!). Mr. Schue told them that their purpose for performing at this assembly was to hopefully generate interest amongst the other students and get some new kids to try out next week.
Mercedes went on first with the rest of New Directions backing her up.
Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and smile...
Why is everybody so serious,
Acting so damn mysterious,
Got your shades on your eyes,
And your heels so high,
That you can't even have a good time...
Everybody look to their left (yeah),
Everybody look to their right (ha),
Can you feel that (yeah),
We're paying with love tonight.
It's not about the money, money, money,
We don't need your money, money, money,
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag,
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang,
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling,
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Okay!
Why is everybody so obsessed,
Money can't buy us happiness,
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now,
Guarantee we'll be feeling alright...
The music changed, and Rachel stepped forward to perform Rolling In The Deep.
There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark,
Finally, I can see you crystal clear,
Go ahead and sell me out and a I'll lay your ship bare.
See how I'll leave with every piece of you,
Don't underestimate the things that I will do,
There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.
The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can't help feeling...
We could have had it all,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
Rolling in the deep,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
You had my heart inside your hand,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
And you played it to the beat,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep).
Baby, I have no story to be told,
But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,
Think of me in the depths of your despair,
Make a home down there as mine sure won't be shared.
The scars of your love remind me of us,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
(You're gonna wish you never had met me),
I can't help feeling,
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),
We could have had it all...
The music changed again, and the girls took their positions on stage to sing their song, which really wasn't a summer song, more of a school song. It was actually Lauren's suggestion as her mother liked it so when she played it on her phone for the other girls they thought it was perfect, especially for the seniors.
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25,
I keep thinking times will never change,
Keep on thinking things will always be the same.
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back,
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track,
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be friends forever.
So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money,
When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule?
Will little brainy Artie be the stockbroker man?
Can Santana find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye,
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly...
And this is how it feels.
As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be friends forever.
The music changed again, and the boys took their spots on stage, on stools with guitars.
Puckerman:
Seven a.m., waking up in the morning,
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs,
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal,
Seein' everything, the time is goin',
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin',
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Artie:
Kickin' in the front seat,
Sittin' in the back seat,
Gotta make my mind up,
Which seat can I take?
All the boys:
It's Friday, Friday,
Gotta get down on Friday,
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend,
Friday, Friday,
Gettin' down on Friday,
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend,
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun,
Lookin' forward to the weekend.
Sam:
7:45, we're drivin' on the highway,
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly,
Fun, fun, think about fun,
You know what it is,
I got this, you got this,
Quinn is by my right, ay,
I got this, you got this,
Now you know it.
Mike:
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
All the boys:
It's Friday, Friday,
Gotta get down on Friday,
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend,
Friday, Friday,
Gettin' down on Friday,
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend.
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah),
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah),
Fun, fun, fun, fun,
Lookin' forward to the weekend.
Oddly enough, that song turned out to be the crowd pleaser, much to the amusement of the boys. They always critiqued their performances afterward, to find their strengths and weaknesses. Schue thought the solos had been spot-on and that the boys' song was fun and had a lot of crowd interaction. He actually liked the Graduation song best because of the blend of the girls' voices. He thought they could tinker with the song and add the boys' voices in to change up the sound, give it a deeper tone. Quinn pecked Sam on the cheek, whispering I heard you sing my name.
The first week of school ended, and Sam and Quinn were exhausted and still had to work over the weekend. On Saturday, Quinn got her homework done before work and when Sam got home he did his homework, at least what he could manage, before Quinn got home.
She was eating her supper with him, and he was sitting across from her, his head resting on a hand, barely able to keep his eyes open even though it was only 7:30.
"I'm exhausted Q. Do you think you can check that finance homework for me sometime? I think I balanced it right but ugh I just don't know. I still have 3 chapters to read for Lit and that chapter to read in bio and stuff to read for astronomy. I did a worksheet for gov but you might need to check that too. I got my geometry work done, that was easy thank god. I'm just so tired," he was whining but couldn't help it. "I hope I'm not in over my head, ya know?"
"We just need to get in our routine. You'll do fine this year. You do look tired though, Sam. After I eat, you wanna watch some TV? I'll check your stuff tomorrow. I'm kinda tired too," Quinn told him.
"Sure Q…I'll go see what's on…" He wandered off to the family room. She finished up her dinner and ran upstairs to change quickly.
Downstairs, she found him asleep on the couch already, the remote still dangling from his hand. She got him situated more in a sleeping position and covered him up with a blanket. She then made herself up a bed on the other couch and turned off the TV. She had been kind of looking forward to some sexytimes that evening but his exhaustion must've even precluded that for him as he was usually up for it, especially after shark week ended.
She had Sunday off work so after church she checked the stuff he asked her to and made a few minor corrections and then got her reading in. He came home from work and she let him do his reading and fix his homework. He finally had all his homework done by 8 and promptly fell asleep again on the couch after watching a little TV. At least we have Monday off for Labor Day she thought I'll have to get him alone for some private time then.
On Labor Day, Sam woke up refreshed and around 5 a.m. That's what you get for falling asleep so early dumbass he thought. He rolled over and winced as he squashed his hard-on underneath himself. He looked over at the other couch, hoping to see Quinn sacked out there but not that morning. She must be upstairs…I think I'll pay her an early morning visit.
He snuck upstairs quietly to her room, closing her door behind him. At her bedside, he grabbed a condom, just in case, and scooted in behind her, trying not to disturb her too much. She stirred a bit, reaching a hand behind her and planting it on his hip. He started nibbling her ear, kissing her neck, gently moving his hand up and down her side from her thigh to her hip to her flank, felt a little side boob and then back down again slowly. Oh god she just moaned and bumped her hips back to me he thought a little feverishly, the blood rushing to his penis. Close to her ear, he whispered Quinn.
"Mmhmmm Sam?" she mumbled in her sleep.
"Are you awake?" he whispered, knowing full well she wasn't but if he kept talking to her it might arouse her enough to see what he wanted.
She giggled a little. "Nooooooo….sleeping…." She rocked her hips up to his again and his mouth dropped open. Another week had slipped by and he had not indulged in any 'little Sammy' time whatsoever so he again had another urgent issue in his boxers.
With all the blood rushing to his cock now, he just said whatever came to mind. "Quinn, let's do it…I need to…" And then he pushed his hard cock up against her. Oh fuck she moaned again…I'm gonna come just hearing her do that.
"Me too Sam…" Now she sounded more awake. She was moving her own underwear off. In times past, when he saw her do that, it meant she was possibly more horny than he was. Then she took off her shirt and threw it across the room.
"Are you awake now Q?" he asked her again. He wasn't going to do anything to her asleep; he'd use his hand if she was too sleepy and if he was that hard up.
"Yeah, yeah Sam…I feel your light saber trying to penetrate me…" she murmured. He smiled behind her.
"Do you want to Q? I woke up kinda horny and it's been so long…" She pushed her naked hips up against his boxers.
"Why your boxers still on?" she asked, still a little groggy.
"I just wanted to make sure you're awake and want to do this too…" Please say yes please say yes.
"Mmmm…yes…I wanna do it…"
He moved his boxers down and rolled the condom on. Ultra thin this time…doesn't feel so bad, he thought. He lined up her hips with his, and she was already moving trying to find him. He gripped his penis and guided it between her legs, using it to massage her clitoris before actually entering her. The friction and movement between them caused his cock to slip easily into her.
"Oh jesus Q…" he said when he began moving inside her. This spooning position rocked his world. He actually thought the next time they did it this way he might double up on condoms to dull the sensation somewhat. He couldn't even imagine doing it without a condom. One stroke and I'd be done he thought.
They were moving together pretty quickly; he knew he wasn't going to last long. Then, he had a thought. "Q…you want me to shoot?"
"Oh yeah Sam…do it…"
He pulled out and rolled her onto her back and got on his knees between her legs, pulling the condom off.
"I'm gonna have to jerk it okay? I don't think I can cut it close this time…just feels too good, uh, inside you…"
He rested back on his heels, letting her thighs rest on his thighs, and wrapped his hand around his penis to start jerking off. Oh god I'm between her legs beating off…this is almost, almost, as hot as doing it. Then, he realized the knuckles of his hand jerking himself off were bumping her clit and she was going nuts.
Sam…your hand…oh my god…you're making me come Sam…oh jesus…
She then was just jamming her hips into the rhythm of his hand. He felt her legs twitching where they rested over his thighs along with her groans and knew he had got her there by jacking himself off. He thought he had enough control to rub his penis against her clit to let her ride out her orgasm against him. He thought he had enough control but once the head of his cock got into all her wetness he started rubbing too fast and before he knew it his orgasm was speeding through him, his belly hot, and then he was spurting come up in the air and maybe on her belly. He really had no idea where it went.
"Oh my god Q…oh god…" He grabbed the shaft and directed the last couple squirts of it onto her breasts, watching himself do it, then stroked himself as he dribbled out above her.
"I tried Q…" he said, panting. "It kind of went up in the air before I could get it to kinda shoot. I need more practice." And I actually don't mind admitting to that he thought.
She chuckled. "I know where a big blob of it went…" She just called my jizz a blob he thought and chuckled. A big blob of jizz.
"Do I wanna know?" he asked. Jizzy blob…sounds like a rapper.
She lifted up her right hand. "Right here…" He could see the blob of jizz in the early morning sunlight.
"Oh…at least it wasn't your face…" he said. "Don't want no blobs of jizz there Q." He laughed then. "I'll go get ya a towel." He got up and went to the bathroom. He tossed a hand towel over to her and went back to the bathroom.
He came back and climbed in bed with her. "Can I sleep with you a couple more hours?" He always felt so relaxed and at ease after being with her intimately.
"I'd like that Sam…thanks for the wake-up booty call…I needed it too…"
He smiled, drifting off to sleep, thinking booty call…I love this girl.
A/N: The girls' song is Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C and the boys' song was the infamous Friday by Rebecca Black. They did it justice on the actual show so it showed up again here. lol :)