Sam walked back into the living room and saw Santana, Mike and Brittany sitting on the couch and discussing who to invite to the apartment warming party that night.
"You guys have seriously lame friends." Santana directed her statement towards the other three people in the room.
"They're not that bad!" Mike said, standing up for his friends. "You don't even know them."
"Yeah, but they just look so… lame." Santana resorted to after struggling to find a better word.
"Hey Sam, is Rory coming?" Mike asked, ignoring Santana's latest comment.
"Yeah, I texted him before. He said he'll be here." Sam answered absentmindedly, his thoughts still lingering on the image of Quinn in her towel.
"I bet he's lame too." Santana added.
"You're lame." Mike shot back.
"Do you wanna go?" Santana stood up off the couch. "I will fight you."
Mike grinned and stood up. "Bring it. I'm going to take you downtown."
"Guys, no fighting in the apartment." Sam said as he waited for Quinn to return from her apartment, anxious to see her again.
"Stop the violence." Brittany added without looking up from Mike's phone where she was playing Snake.
"You're lucky Britt here is against this fight otherwise I would've destroyed you." Mike said as he sat back down and threw his across his girlfriend's shoulders.
"Do you do everything your girlfriend says?" Santana taunted Mike.
"Yes." Mike, Sam and Brittany all spoke in unison.
"You're so whipped." Santana said, making a whip motion with her hand before sitting down on the other side of Brittany. "Nice to see you've trained your puppy so well." She directed at Brittany.
"Mmhmm. The trick is to use sex as a reward for good behaviour." Brittany said. "Lucky for both of us, he behaves well all of the time." She gave Mike a big wink and a kiss on the lips.
"Yeah I do." Mike said, returning the kiss from Brittany.
"Great, you have sex lots." Santana said, rolling her eyes. "Now let's get back to looking through your lame friends so we can invite the least lame ones tonight."
"Santana, stop being mean or I'll hide the cookies again." Quinn admonished her roommate as she walked back into the room. She had chosen to wear a light pink top that was fairly loose, a pair of tight blue denim short shorts and pink flip-flops.
"If you hide the cookies again, I will cut you." Santana said as she gave Quinn a death glare.
"Suuuure you will." Quinn said smirking at Santana. "Come on Sam, let's go get some drinks."
"Okay, no worries. We'll see you guys later yeah?" Sam said to the three people sitting on the couch, getting mumbled goodbyes in return as they focused on their computers and phones.
He walked out of the apartment with Quinn, closing the door behind him. "Hey, sorry about before with, you know… the staring and all…" Sam apologized sheepishly.
"Hey, don't worry about it." Quinn said as she began walking towards the lift. "You're a guy. I was only wearing a towel and I mean, look at me." She did a small twirl on the spot finishing looking directly at Sam. "You couldn't help yourself." She gave him a big wink and a huge grin.
"Well, when you put it like that, it's seems like I did nothing wrong." Sam said, as he watched Quinn walk in front of him, more specifically the part of Quinn the joined her legs to her back.
"Exactly." Quinn said as she pushed the call button for the elevator and turned back around to face Sam who quickly snapped his eyeline up to her face. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face but decided not to mention that she had known he was staring at her ass as it might kill the poor guy out of embarrassment. Santana was right; he really did have a huge crush on her.
There were already a few people in the lift when they got so they stood in the corner. The lift stopped on the floor below them and a man stepped on with some luggage forcing everyone to move squish up to allow space for him to enter. Quinn ended up standing directly in front of Sam and leaning back into him. Sam spent the rest of the lift ride thinking about football.
They walked out of the lobby into the car park. "You have a car right?" Quinn asked Sam. "Because I don't drive."
"Yeah, it's this one." Sam said as he walked over to a yellow Kombi van and unlocked it.
"You own a Kombi van?" Quinn said, eyes wide with excitement.
"Yeah. It's pretty awesome." Sam said as he opened the passenger side door for Quinn, a wide grin evident on his face.
"Why thank you sir." Quinn said, tipping an imaginary hat as she stepped up into the van.
Sam walked around to the driver's side of the car and got in. He started up the engine and turned on the radio. "So, where's the nearest bottle-shop? He asked her.
She gave him directions as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove off down the road. She flicked through the pre-set channels on the radio eventually settling on one that was playing some modern music and she started singing along. Sam noticed she had a voice of an angel and nearly crashed the car when she moved her seat back and stretched out her legs, placing her feet on top of the dashboard. He managed to avoid hitting anything for the rest of the 10-minute drive to the bottle shop, although he was sneaking glances at her at every opportunity.
He parked the van and quickly jumped and jogged around to the other side to open Quinn's door for her and offer his hand to help her step down.
Quinn giggled at him as she took his hand and stepped down from the car. "You're such a gentleman Sam."
"Don't mention it." He smiled before realising that he was still holding her hand. He quickly dropped it and began walking over to the entrance to the bottle shop. He held the door open for Quinn and then followed her in. "So what drinks shall we get?" He asked looking at the shop full of different kinds of alcohol.
"Well, I figure if people are bringing their own stuff we only need things for you, me, Santana, Mike and Britt." Quinn said as she wondered down one of the aisles. "So, what do you like to drink?"
"Oh, well, I don't really drink that much." Sam said, as he followed Quinn around the store.
"Really? So you have no idea what you like then?" Quinn said as she passed him a bottle of vodka.
"Umm, not really, I just usually have some beer." Sam said as he took the bottle from her and the bottle of whiskey that she passed him after that.
"Okay, well, those two should be enough for the five of us anyway." Quinn said as she finished looking and turned back to Sam. "We should get some soda as well; people shouldn't be expected to bring that."
Quinn walked over to the fridge section, opened the door before bending down and grabbing soda bottles from the bottom of the fridge. Sam was quite happy with the view he was presented with before he realised he should go and help Quinn with the soda bottles. They decided on eight bottles and took them over to the counter where a middle aged man with a comb over was working. He spent most of the time staring at Quinn's chest as he scanned the bottles through the machine. Sam was giving him daggers as he payed but the man was still looking Quinn up and down, returning to her chest regularly.
"They are nice to look at aren't they?" Quinn said as she looked down at her own chest. "Pity that's all you ever do, pervert." She huffed, turned on her heel and walked out the store, grabbing one of the bags containing the drinks as she did.
Sam picked up the other bag from the counter and looked at the man who currently resembled a fish, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. "Dude, you got told." And with that he followed after Quinn.
Sam caught up to Quinn who was leaning against the van, arms crossed. "You totally owned that guy!" Sam said as he grinned at her.
"Thanks" Quinn said, uncrossing her arms and stretching her shirt tighter across her body. "I guess I do have a nice chest." She grinned when she looked up and saw Sam looking at her chest and nodding his head.
"Thanks Sam, glad to you know think I do too."
Sam blushed profusely after realising where he had been openly staring and mumbled something incoherent before putting the shop bags in the boot. He opened Quinn's door for her and then went and got into the driver's seat. Sam found it difficult to concentrate on driving again as Quinn again had her gorgeous legs on full display.
They returned to the apartment block and managed to get up to Sam and Mike's apartment without further incident. Quinn knocked on the door which was answered by Mike.
"Hey guys! What did you get?" He asked them as they entered the apartment and Sam placed the bags on to the kitchen counter.
"We got a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whiskey for the five of us and soda for everyone that's coming. Is that cool?" Quinn answered.
"Yeah, that should be fine. How much did it cost you guys?" Mike asked reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
"Oh, Sam payed for it." Quinn answered. "How much was it Sam?"
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'll shout you all." Sam said as he put the soda into the fridge.
"Aww, thanks Sam. You're so sweet." Quinn said as she went and gave him a hug.
"How'd you guys go with the guest list?" Sam asked as Quinn pulled away from him. He was already missing the contact with her.
"We managed to get 20-ish people that Santana approved." Mike said rolling his eyes.
"I have very high standards. It's not my fault if people don't meet them." Santana stated.
"What time is everyone getting here?" Sam asked, ruffling his hair.
"Around 5-ish?" Mike answered.
"It's like, 3 o'clock now right?" Sam asked. "So, we should get this place set-up ready to party."
A/N: So, this chapter is more build-up but there well definitely be some pay-off in the next chapter, the party! I'm not really happy with this chapter, but I don't know why. Also, remember to review! If you do, I will (And already do) reply to your reviews to say thank you and address any points in your reviews!
