SAM'S ESCAPE
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
SETTING: Quinn's house, McKinley High
WHO: Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray, others
WHEN: Mid September
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Glee or any other song/product mentioned below.
The second week of school began with crummy news for the Glee Club. Unfortunately, by the time Glee Club met on Tuesday, the sign-up list only had the following names:
Blow Me Hard.
Ur A. Ass.
Bulge.
You all suck and our all losers. (Mr. Schue said that clearly someone needed to take remedial English.)
Fartsy McAsspants.
Boner Craphat.
Mr. Schuester told the group, "We'll just need to keep looking for kids to join us, keep our eyes and ears open, right?" They all just grumbled. "We need to focus on a set list for Sectionals now so let's brainstorm!"
On the wedding front, Kurt had given questionnaires to Sam and Quinn both asking about their likes and dislikes so he could throw together potential plans to present to them for their wedding. They were having a big meeting in a week with Kurt so Quinn told Sam he needed to fill out his form from Kurt. He groaned.
"I have ideas and you have ideas and Kurt will just help us mash them all together," she said, curling into Sam on the couch while watching TV, a rare night of little homework for them.
"I guess first of all we need to set a budget, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, figure out what we want and how it fits into that budget. You know, Sam, I really just want a simple wedding, just so we say 'I do'," she said. He smiled at her. "Maybe you could call the planetarium and see what it'd cost to rent it, like for a reception?"
He looked surprised. "Really? That'd be okay with you? I'd love to do that, if we can afford it."
"I'd love it too, Sam," she said.
"Hey, I had a weird idea for a honeymoon…" he said.
"Share…"
"Well, we don't want to spend a ton of money, right? And it'll be wintertime here…so I was thinking maybe just go to Cincinnati for a couple days, just to get away. Someday, when we're rich, I'll whisk you away to some tropical paradise," he told her.
"The big city! I love your idea Sam! Let's do it, if we can," she said, genuinely happy.
"Oh, you got a call here today from your doctor's office…something about scheduling your annual exam and Pap smear?" he told her.
"Yeah, it's been about a year…I need to have that done," she said.
"So…what's a Pap smear?" he asked her.
"Like with my OB/GYN…they check your cervix for cancer," she told him.
"Are we going to talk about periods again Q?" he said a little worried. He was pretty sure a cervix was something only a girl had.
She laughed. "No Sam, you're safe tonight!"
Dodged a bullet there he thought.
By the end of the second week of school, Sam felt like he was getting into a better routine with keeping up with homework along with work and Glee rehearsals. It seemed like the one area of his life that was lacking for him was Quinn time unfortunately. Even though they spent a lot of time together related to school and Glee stuff, he just wanted more him and Quinn time. Quinn felt the same way but tried to focus on Kurt's questionnaire.
Saturday night, when Quinn got done with work and found Sam laboring over his government homework at home, she pulled him up to her bedroom with their Kurt questionnaires.
"Take a break from your gov stuff Sam…" He gladly took her hand and followed her upstairs.
He took her in a hug in her room. "I need me some Q time…" He was kissing her, leading her to her bed.
She could not resist him. "I need me some Sam time…" She let the questionnaires flutter to the floor and then let him take her in her bed.
Thirty minutes later, after pulling their clothes back on, they picked up their Kurt forms and grabbed some pens and something to write on and sat on her bed to fill out their questionnaires.
"Okay, first section," Quinn said, glancing over it for the first time. "Wow, he really is thorough."
Rate the following in order of importance
(put a 1 next to the thing that is most important to you, through a 10 next to the thing that is least important to you):
_Food
_Liquor
_Apparel
_Aesthetics/Appearance (flowers, decorations, centerpieces, ambiance)
_Music
_Convenience
_Spirituality
_Photography
_Family and Friends
"Hmmm, well I guess liquor is least important to me…duh…" Sam said.
"Yeah really…" Quinn laughed.
"What's…ambi…amb…" Sam started, confused.
"Ambiance…it's like how the tone of the room feels, like elegant or modern or traditional…okay, I'm done," Quinn answered him, looking up at him. He was sitting there with a blank look on his face.
"I haven't even started Q…"
"That's okay…I'll wait…" she said.
She rated hers as follows:
5_Food
10_Liquor
5_Apparel
3_Aesthetics/Appearance (flowers, decorations, centerpieces, ambiance)
1_Music
5_Convenience
1_Spirituality
5_Photography
1_Family and Friends
Sam rated his form this way:
2_Food
10_Liquor
9_Apparel
2_Aesthetics/Appearance (flowers, decorations, centerpieces, ambiance)
1_Music
5_Convenience
1_Spirituality
5_Photography
1_Family and Friends
"What's next?" he said, reading the next section out loud.
When I look back on our wedding, I want to most remember (choose 1):
_How exciting everything was
_How romantic it was
_How beautiful it was
_How proper everything was
_How smoothly and easily everything went
_How happy my parents and family were
"Kurt has a screw loose if he thinks I can choose just one…god," Quinn mumbled, filling out her form. Sam snorted.
Quinn's choices:
_How exciting everything was
X_How romantic it was
X_How beautiful it was
_How proper everything was
X_How smoothly and easily everything went
X_How happy my parents and family were (she scribbled in how happy me and Sam were)
Sam's choices:
_How exciting everything was
X_How romantic it was
_How beautiful it was
_How proper everything was
X_How smoothly and easily everything went
X_How happy my parents and family were (he scribbled in what about me and Q?)
"This is so much fun!" Quinn said, Sam looking at her, thinking preseason NFL football on TV is fun, Halo is fun, what we just did in this here bed is crazy fun, filling out a form is so not fun but it was fun looking at her smile and how happy she was and he thought this will be fun when it starts coming together…at least my opinion is being considered in the planning…and he smiled.
Circle two to three words that you think will describe your wedding:
Fun - Romantic - Classic - Unique - Loving - Classy - Tasteful - Glamorous - Elegant - Funky - Casual - Relaxed - Formal - Themed - Well-appointed - Luxurious - Decadent - Old-fashioned - Kitschy - Preppy - Sporty - Morning - Afternoon - Evening - Coordinated - Cute - Solemn - Religious - Secular - Traditional - Other _
"I need a dictionary Q…" Sam said, scrunching up his brow, looking at all the foreign words. They both circled 'afternoon' since the time was already set.
Quinn's choices: Romantic, unique, relaxed.
Sam's choices: Romantic, unique, casual, sporty. He was a dude; he had to add sporty in there.
"Oh…the budget question…" Sam said.
Even though you may not yet have put together a budget, or know who is contributing to your wedding, select how much you think your wedding should cost: (choose 1)
_Less than $5000
_$5000-$10000
_$10,000-$20,000
_$20,000-$30,000
_$30,000-$50,000
_$50,000-$75,000
_more than $75,000
"Well, that's easy…'more than $75,000'!" He said and they laughed. They both marked 'less than $5000'.
"This part will be fun…" Quinn said, looking at the next section.
Colors that might make good wedding colors (choose 3 or 4):
Red - Green - Yellow - Blue - Purple - Lilac - Amethyst - Eggplant - Lavender - Wine - Bordeaux - Burgundy - Sky blue - Teal - Royal Blue - Navy - Midnight Blue - Raspberry - Light Pink - Hot Pink - Fuchsia - Coral - Magenta - Peach - Tangerine - Apricot - Pumpkin - Orange - Curry - Mustard - Brown - Chocolate Brown - Camel - Tan - Beige - Apple Green - Grass Green - Kelly Green - Mint Green - Lime Green - Moss - Sapphire - Deep Aqua - Gold - Silver - White - Black - Bronze - Copper - Cream - Champagne - Vanilla - Marigold - Electric Blue - Neon Yellow - Blue Grey - Grey - Other _
"Good lord, where did he come up with some of these colors?" Sam asked, laughing. "Seriously, where's the dictionary?"
"I'm surprised there aren't more neon choices here!" Quinn laughed, making Sam snort again.
Quinn's choices: Midnight blue, amethyst, raspberry, silver. In her mind, she pictured their Styrofoam planet in the astronomy classroom.
Sam's choices: Sky blue, silver, white, purple, pink (?). He felt weird putting down pink but he could see that color coming from her ring, his source of inspiration.
"I can't believe we're almost through this thing…it actually went easier than I expected," Sam said, reading the last section.
SPECIAL REQUESTS
"I'm writing down that Garrity's is handling the flowers," Sam said, Garrity's being the flower shop. "Did I tell you I told the ladies there about us? Totally excited! I need to confess, though, I think I got me some old lady kisses on the cheek that day."
Quinn rolled back on her pillows, laughing. "That is great Sam!"
"Wait…you're not jealy?" he asked, smiling.
"Maybe a smidge…" she said, still laughing. "We'll tell Kurt to talk to them at Garrity's then. Oh my god, we have a wedding planner!" It was like the thought of Kurt being their planner had just occurred to her.
"At least Kurt doesn't expect to be paid, except in experience. It is cool that he offered to help us," Sam said.
"Yes, very cool. You know what we need to do?" He looked at her questioningly. "We need to pick out your best man, my maid of honor, and all the rest of who's standing up for us."
"You're right. Who will walk you down the aisle?" he asked her.
She thought for a moment. "I think I'll ask mom and Bill. Good idea, right?"
"Totally. I'm asking my dad to be my best man," he said. She smiled.
She flipped her paper over and wrote:
Bride: Quinn
Groom: Sam
Best Man: Seth Evans (Sam's dad)
Giving bride away: Bill and Judy (Fabray) Roberts
Flower girl: Stacey Evans
Ring bearer: Stevie Evans
Sam was watching her. "I think the flower girl and ring kid were a given, right?"
She smiled at him. "Britt will probably be pissed though." They laughed.
She wrote down more positions:
Maid of honor: ?
Ushers: ?
Guest book: ?
"What do you mean by 'guest book'?" he asked her.
"The person who stands next to it and makes sure our guests sign in," she replied.
"Oh…okay," he said. He was learning so much.
He flipped his sheet over and wrote 'music' and then two categories.
Wedding: Traditional songs
Reception:
First dance: ?
Other: ?
"Okay Quinn…first dance song…what's it gonna be?" Sam asked her.
"I want it to be A Whole New World and I want you to sing To Make You Feel My Love to me…no pressure!" She laughed.
He smiled at her. "Okay, I'll sing that to you but I want you to sing You Light Up My Life to me…no pressure!" She laughed.
"Put it on the list!"
He added to his list of music:
First dance: A Whole New World
Sam's song to Quinn: To Make You Feel My Love
Quinn's song to Sam: You Light Up My Life
"What about 'others'?" he asked her.
"Definitely those other two from the yacht, Can't Smile and Suddenly, and maybe we can talk New Directions into a couple numbers?" she suggested.
"Also Lucky and Time of My Life…big ones for me," he said. He added those to the 'others' list.
"That's a good start! Oh, add Amazed and I Swear to the list, from prom night," she said.
He added those two songs. "So, who are you going to ask to be your maid of honor, Q?"
"Gosh, I don't know. I wonder if I can have two? Like Mercedes and Tina?" she said.
"It's your wedding Q…of course you can have two! Then I'll ask Tommy and Mike to be my groomsmen or whatever they're called. We'll have 3 people stand up for us…cool," he told her. She beamed.
"I'll add those names to my list then. Hopefully they don't say no when we ask them," she said. "I'll have to ask a third person though. I ought to ask Kurt…he'd just die!"
"He wouldn't freak out about being a brides…man? Okay, we're talking Kurt here…he'd love it, you're right!" he said, smiling.
Then, a realization hit him.
"Wow Quinn…you get to pick out a wedding dress!" he said suddenly, realizing he probably wouldn't be able to handle her beauty that day.
"I cannot wait to shop for that Sam…and you get to rent a tux!" she said.
Wheee…a monkey suit! he thought. I will do anything for this girl.
"Oh! We need to pick out our rings too!" She was getting very excited about all that needed to be done.
"I'll take you to the jeweler's where I got your ring, if you want, so we can look at wedding bands," he said. He added to his sheet: Rings: Sam/Quinn. She added to her list: Dress: Quinn.
He looked over their notes. "This is really coming together Q…I'm getting excited about it." And he truly was.
The next week in school was spent doing a lot of reading (Quinn was reading Gone With The Wind for her semester assignment; Sam was reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn) for English Lit and their other classes; a lot of worksheets and assignments; writing essays. Sam was still worried about government and English Lit. Geometry was going okay, and in personal finance they were learning about taxes, which helped him understand what was coming out of his paycheck. Quinn's classes were going okay. She loved to read and was loving her novel. Trigonometry was a little challenging but she was doing okay. Government bored her, and biology worried her. She was actually learning things in personal finance and home ec. In home ec, she even learned a recipe that she planned on trying when Kurt came over to meet with her and Sam about their wedding. She did okay with it in the cooking lab at school, so she hoped she could pull it off at home.
She had taken Wednesday afternoon off at the bistro so she could go to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients and then get home and throw it together. She managed to mix everything together and put it in the oven, remembering to turn it on (score for me! she thought), then worked on other homework as it baked.
Kurt arrived at 7, just before Sam got home from work. She had the dining room table set nicely, and Sam even brought flowers home. She set them on the table and made small talk with Kurt as Sam got cleaned up.
Sam returned to the kitchen, coming up behind Quinn, kissing her cheek.
"Wow, Q, that smells great," he said, suddenly starving. He sat down at the table with Kurt.
"How's school going Kurt?" he asked him.
"Fine so far, I guess. In government, I'm going to write a proposal and send it off to our representative, focusing on gay rights in the state of Ohio. I love my fashion design class…love it! Glee Club is off to its usual slow start. What McKinley needs to add is a wedding planning course…who am I kidding? I could teach that bitch!"
Sam sputtered his drink of water, laughing.
Quinn brought them tossed salads and crusty bread she bought at the store.
"Nice salad, Q…" Sam said.
"The only thing I'm responsible for tonight is the casserole, boys, the rest is courtesy of Super WalMart," she said. She sat down with her salad.
"So, have you two completed your questionnaires? I hope it covered enough information for you both. I'm so excited about your upcoming nuptials!" Kurt said happily. Sam hoped nuptials meant wedding.
"We have done them, Kurt, and it was eye-opening for us. We hope we have given you enough information," Quinn said.
"I was curious, did you want New Directions to be involved in any way? Such as an opening number, like we did at my parents' wedding?" Kurt asked.
Sam and Quinn looked at one another. "Maybe more at the reception, that'd be awesome to have them sing some songs there…at the wedding though, we kinda just wanted a simple and romantic ceremony…" Sam said, looking to Quinn for her approval.
"Yes, simple and romantic," she agreed. She got up to fix their plates with her cooling casserole. It looked good on the plate. At least it's not like those god-awful scrambled eggs she thought. She returned to the table with their plates.
Sam dug into his casserole and uttered a loud yyuuuhhhmmmm.
"Delicious, Quinn, absolutely tasty!" Kurt said, shoveling it in as quickly as Sam.
"Jesus Q…this is awesome!" Sam said.
She couldn't believe the rave reviews she was getting. "It's amazing what you can do with a can of soup!" She also couldn't believe how easy the recipe on the soup can had been. Now, she had two recipes in her repertoire: spaghetti and meat sauce and this casserole. Both boys wanted seconds.
"What's in it?" Sam asked her.
"It's a chicken broccoli rice casserole…so all that stuff," she answered. "We made a similar one this week in home ec, and Mrs. Simmons said there were recipes on soup cans so I went to the grocery and oh my god she was right!"
They finished their meal, and Quinn and Sam cleared the table. Kurt pulled out a 3-ring binder, labeled "Evans' Wedding." Sam couldn't believe all the information Kurt had already amassed and used color-coded dividers, pictures from magazines, swatches of fabric.
"Kurt, I was going to ask 'Cedes and Tina to be my dual maids of honor. I wanted to ask you to be my bridesman. I'd love it if you stood up with us," Quinn asked Kurt.
Kurt teared up a little. "I'd be so honored Quinn Fabray," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.
"No white board, Kurt?" Sam asked him after he regained his exposure, remembering Kurt's presentation the year before to the boys in Glee Club when they had to perform a mash-up of songs traditionally sung by women.
Kurt laughed. "Not yet…I'll bring it next time!" Kurt could not wait to use his white board to make his formal presentation to them. Quinn handed him their info sheets, and he went over them quickly.
"Excellent color choices! I love them all! Oh, this is going to be such fun!" Kurt exclaimed. Sam and Quinn smiled at one another.
"Well, if you go to the astronomy classroom and look in one of the far back corners, you'll see a planet all by itself…look closely at it…that is my inspiration for my color choices," Quinn explained.
"No way? Really?" Sam asked her. "I used your ring for inspiration."
Kurt looked happily confused listening to the couple. "Let me see the ring again Quinn." She put her left hand out, and he took it in his hand and moved it slowly under the light, watching the different colors shine from it.
"Ohhh..this is perfect! Let me check your…planet…at school and I'll try to come up with something," Kurt said, still looking at her ring, seemingly mesmerized by it.
They talked more about the style of the wedding ceremony…they decided romantic, unique, and simple. Then, they talked about music.
"Well, your musical choices are certainly unique. I'll probably have to go look up most of these on the internet," Kurt said, chuckling.
"Let me go get my laptop…" Quinn said, running upstairs and grabbing her computer.
"…and the Bengals should be good this year…" Sam was saying to a thoroughly uninterested Kurt when Quinn returned to the dining room table.
"Okay," Quinn said, gong to YouTube. "This is the song we want to do our first dance to…" They listened to A Whole New World.
"I love it!" Kurt said, tearing up.
She called up To Make You Feel My Love. "This one means a lot to us," she said quietly, taking Sam's hand. When the song finished, Kurt was openly crying quietly.
"That is just so emotional you guys…" he muttered.
They listened to You Light Up My Life next. "How did you two find these songs? Do you want to sing them to one another at the reception?"
Sam and Quinn looked at one another. "We do," Sam answered.
"Okay, these songs are so beautiful…I'll listen to the rest at home since it's getting late. I'll let you know if I have any questions about your ideas. When do you want to meet again? I'll probably need a week to get stuff together," Kurt said.
"How about next week, same night, same time? Thanks so much for helping us out, Kurt; we do appreciate it," Quinn told him, linking her arm through Sam's.
At the front door, Kurt air-kissed them both, squeezing Quinn's hand. "You two will have a lovely wedding, I will be sure of it!" Kurt was a bit giddy at the prospect of planning another wedding and being a bridesman. Sam was a little weirded out about the air-kiss but shook Kurt's hand. It was 9 p.m., and Sam still needed to do homework so he returned to the dining room table. Quinn sat there with him, reading her novel for English Lit.
"You know, all that talk about our wedding got me to thinking about the honeymoon…" she whispered to him.
"Yeah, big city…" he said, doing a worksheet on taxes.
"Well, I thought maybe we could get some…practice…in tonight…you know, for the honeymoon…" she murmured, squeezing his thigh. She saw his smirk.
"Let me finish this worksheet, and I'll meet you upstairs," he said quietly, then kissed her on the mouth.
"How about not upstairs?" she said quietly, her hand wandering up his thigh, to his hip, over to his belly, up to his chest, all the while kissing his neck, sucking gently, up to his ear, whispering here, over to his cheek. She heard his pencil drop on the table and then he was kissing her hard, parting her lips with his tongue and sucking her lower lip. He scooted his chair back and pulled her over on top of his lap.
Whip it out Sam she mumbled against his mouth.
Discretion Q he answered, smirking. He knew her mom and Bill were at Bill's and his mom had come up for warm milk roughly 15 minutes ago so he felt safe whipping it out for her. He didn't so much whip it out, more like he pulled down the front of his shorts for her and his dick just bounce out. She wrapped her right hand around him and started pumping up and down. Her boobs were bouncing right in front of his face, so he lifted her t-shirt up, moved her bra aside, and got his mouth on a nipple, eliciting soft moans from her into his hair. The reverberations from her voice into his scalp were sending shockwaves through his body to his cock, which she was vigorously jacking off. She broke her hand away from him and leaned back a bit and spit in her palm right in front of him and then moved her hand back on his penis. He glanced down between them and saw why she was bouncing; she was rubbing herself against her hand that was jacking him off. Oh god why did I look? he thought, now in agony, knowing he couldn't erase that image that was surely going to make him blow his load shortly. The warm spit on his cock wasn't helping the matter either. His hips were bouncing up and down, helping move his cock in her warm fist, and he heard her breath going ragged and shallow in his hair, her free hand gripping his shoulder tighter.
Oh Sam…Sam…Sam…god yes Sam…she was whispering and then moved her mouth down to his, climaxing against her hand.
He whimpered when her lips hit his.
I wanna see it Sam…I wanna see you come…she said breathlessly.
Ohhh…close…he muttered, his eyes closing. Talk dirty to me…
Your cock feels huge in my hand…I love it when you slam into me hard…your mouth on my pus-sy…
His hips were bouncing her up and down so hard that she stumbled over the last word.
Now Q…look now…he grunted.
She leaned back a bit and watched him explode into the air like a fountain, the semen squirting up between them and landing back on his groin, then spilling over onto her hand as she slowly kept stroking him, his body jerking when she'd run her hand over the head of his cock.
"God, I love to make you orgasm Sam…" she whispered, kissing him.
He was still panting but smiled. "I could get used to homework handjobs Q."
She grinned, stepping up off him to get some paper towels. "You can finish that worksheet now."