Hello again. So, here is the Color me mine chapter! I hope you enjoy it :)
Sam had just left Quinn's house and he was almost getting to the motel his family was staying. Everything was so overwhelming and amazing. He promised himself in that same morning, that he wouldn't rush things up with Quinn, she was too important for him. Before she had woken up, he didn't know if she'd remember what had happened, or if she'd regret it. But it all went pretty well, better than he thought it would be.
Sam put the key into the lock and opened the door, trying not to make any noises. He didn't want to answer questions like "Where were you?" "What took you so long?" "Whose house were you staying?" Because he knew what would be his mom's reaction if he told her the truth.
He heard steps coming from the supposed kitchen, which was mixed with the bedrooms in that small motel room. "Samuel? Is that you?" His mom said, coming from one of the bedrooms.
He sighed. "Yeah, that's me."
"Where were you?" She said angrily. "You didn't give me much details young man." Mrs. Evans crossed her arms.
Sam rolled his eyes and smiled at his mother. "I told you. I spent the night on a friend's house because she was feeling really bad." He looked down, trying to hide all the thoughts that were going through his mind.
"SHE?!" His mother widened up her eyes.
"Damn." He mumbled.
"You didn't tell me you were spending the night at a girl's house." She said with an emphasis on the word girl.
"Mom, really, nothing happened. I was taking care of her, she needed me."
"I bet she did." She said sarcastically. "Whose house were you staying, after all?"
Oh no. He thought. His mother wasn't the biggest fan of the Fabrays after what had happened the previous month. Sam's dad needed a job, and he and Quinn's dad were best friends, but after he got poor, he completely ditched Sam's dad when he went asking for a job in Quinn's dad company. "Quinn Fabray." He mumbled to the floor.
"Who? I can't hear you mumbling, so I guess I won't like the answer."
"Quinn Fabray." He sighed.
"Quinn Fabray, Samuel?" She said loudly.
"Shhh, no need to scream."
"You know what they did to us, Samuel. They could've helped us. And you are spending the night with their daughter, ugh. And after what she did to you! Don't you have some self respect?"
Sam's face was getting red. An amount of feelings were going through his mind and heart. Anger and hurt were the top two. His face wasn't trespassing any emotions to his mother, just coldness.
"First of all, you don't know her. Second, she have never done anything bad to you, or dad, or this family. What her dad did has nothing to do with her. Her dad is not even living with her and her mother anymore. They divorced. And I didn't think that you, from all people, would judge her. And last but not least, I know what to do with my life, and I know what to do when it comes to Quinn."
Sam's mother had a shocked expression on her face, and was a little shaken by what her son had said to her. "Sam…"
"I know mom, I know. I am going to stay here and babysit Stacy and Stevie so you can go out, is that ok?"
"You don't need to. Your aunt is getting in here; she's staying for the week. So you can have your teenager life for a while." Sam knew he had hurt his mom by the sad smile she gave him, and this was killing him. But some things needed to be said.
Sam nodded and left the motel room. His phone rang as soon as he left. He saw the name on the screen.
"Hey Puck."
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"Nothing much. I got home already, but I am already leaving again."
Puck laughed. "So you spent the night at the Fabrays, huh?"
"Yeah, and no, it didn't happen what you are thinking of."
"Hey I didn't say anything, you were the one who brought it up." They both laughed. "Listen, Artie is back in town from that weird wheelchair convention he went on…"
"It's not a wheelchair convention, Puck, he was just travelling with his family. But keep going."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah that. But Finn invited all of us glee dudes to go to his house to talk and hug Artie because we miss him, and this gay stuff."
Sam was receiving another call, he looked at the screen and the butterflies started to throw a party at his stomach.
"Umh, I'll go to Finn's house but I need to hang up now." He said a little nervous, hanging up before Puck could think of an answer.
Sam answered the call. "But you're already missing me?" He joked.
"Ha-ha very funny." Quinn said. "You should have your own stand-up comedy show, you know that?"
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm hilarious, but… I don't think that by your voice tone, that you called me only to hear the sweet sound of my voice, did you?"
"Of course I did."
"Really?" He said, thanking God that this was a phone conversation and she couldn't see his face blush.
"No, but I'm glad you still have hope." She giggled. "I actually called to say that you are an amazing cooker and you should cook for me more often."
He smiled. "I don't know, you kinda hurt my feelings when you mocked about how funny I am. I think you'll have to cook by yourself next time."
"Oh really? Would you let me burn my house?"
He laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll cook for you just to assure the neighborhood safety." He heard her laughter.
"But the main reason why I called is that I want to ask you something." He noticed she was embarrassed by her voice tone.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna go out today, at about 6pm?"
"Like a date?" He was already smiling goofily.
"Yeah, like a date."
"Of course I do, where?" He said, excited.
"Like I'm going to tell you!" She laughed. "I'll pick you up since I'm the one who knows where to drive."
"You know, usually the guy picks the place and makes the girl a surprise"
"But you know that you won't expect the usual when you're dating me, so."
Sam's eyes went wide and the butterflies were flying more than ever in his stomach. "Did you just say that we're dating?"
"Crap." He could hear her mumble. "No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did." Sam said, teasingly.
"No, I didn't! I have to go now, Sam. Talk to you soon, bye."
"Bye." He kept the smile.
Quinn turned off the phone and hid her face on her bed's pillow. She couldn't believe in what she just said to Sam. She just said they were dating, oh god. Santana and Rachel had left the house a couple minutes before she called him. Now she was thinking that it had been a terrible idea to let the girls leave, she needed to pick what she was going to wear in this evening, and needed, mostly, to talk about how stupid she was. She spent a couple of minutes lying on the bed, looking at her room, when she saw a white little wooden made box, hiding between the books in her bookshelf. Quinn got up, took away the box and smiled. She sat on the bed again and opened the box. She looked at all of the stuff that were set up there, a picture of her, Santana and Brittany in her Cheerios uniform when they won nationals with Sue, a silver necklace her mother had given her on her sweet sixteen, and under some pictures, a small ring. It didn't call much of attention, but it had its charm. She put it on her right hand finger, and smiled, admiring it. She remembered every second of the day she had gotten that ring. How couldn't she? It was Sam's ring. Well, the ring Sam had given to her. She knew that by that time, she should have already thrown it away or something like that, but she simply couldn't.
"Oh dear, you are so cheesy." She said to herself, thinking about Sam.
Her phone warned she had received a text message. "Q! Santana told me Sam totally got you, I am so happy for you two! Call me if you need help on what to wear on your Color Me Mine date today. Yeah, Santana told me that too. Anyways, bye xoxo."
Quinn was mad at Santana for already telling Brittany. But she should pray so Rachel wouldn't tell Finn or anyone else. She didn't want Sam to think that she was the "kiss and tell" kind of girl.
"Ok Quinn. You need to get some rest, stay calm."
She turned on the tv on her room, and started watching the reprise of some comedy show. She quickly fell asleep.
The boys were all playing Call of Duty, while eating popcorn and drinking cola on Finn's living room.
"I'm going to get some fried chicken I have here." Finn said getting up, when they had finished a part of the game.
"Just try to get chicken from this century and don't poison all of us, yo." Artie said bringing everyone's laughter.
"I'll try." Finn giggled.
"So, Sam. We heard that you and Quinn spent the night together. How did that happen?" Artie smiled.
"Oh, I have no idea who told you that." Sam rolled his eyes to Puck.
"Hey, my job is to get our A boy inside the gossip."
Finn got there with the chicken and joined them. "Yep, Puck told us about your little adventure at the Fabray's."
"Ugh, guys! There was no adventure, I just slept there and took care of her. That's it." Sam said drinking a sip of Coca-Cola from his cup.
"And?" Finn exclaimed. "That's it? Nothing happened?"
"Well, I did kiss her." Sam mumbled.
"That's the moment in which the girl would be melting and awwwn, but we're not chicks so I don't know how I should react to this." Puck said, really confused.
Sam giggled.
"Dude, congrats. I'm glad you guys are going forward in this." Finn smiled and high fived Sam.
"Yeah, yo. You two look great together." Artie smiled at his friends.
"Thanks but I'll have to put some effort in this because my mom doesn't really approve it." Sam sighed.
"Dude, she's a mom. Moms love girlfriends like Quinn. If she gets to know her, I'm sure she'll love her. It happened in the same way when I presented my mom to Rachel, they suddenly became best friends. It's kind of annoying. She keeps showing her my baby pictures." Finn rolled his eyes.
Sam laughed. "I actually, got a date with Quinn today."
"That's great dude, where are you taking her?" Puck asked.
"I don't know, she didn't tell." Sam sighed.
"I guess we already know who the man in this relationship is." Puck laughed.
Sam hit Puck in the arm, playfully. "Shut up."
Quinn was with Brittany in her room, they both listening to some music and talking about makeup, when her phone rang. It was Sam.
"Hello?"
"Hey Quinn, it's Sam."
"Hey Sam, who's missing the other now, huh?" She giggled and Brittany rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Well, I afraid I must disappoint you. I called to ask what I should wear for today." She could hear the tone of embarrassment in his voice.
"Isn't the girl who has the usual worry about what to wear?" She laughed.
"You told me not to expect the usual when it comes to you, so." He giggled.
"Touché."
"But since you insist in keeping where we are going away from me so… I need to know what to wear for the special occasion."
"Ok, ok. You can wear anything that you're comfortable in. Your captain America shirt I must say, and some jeans." She smiled.
"Wow. You girls are really creepy. You remember my shirts." He said, faking scare.
"I know, I know. I rock." They both laughed. Brittany made a sign for her to hang up. "I need to go now, Sam. See you in… 40 minutes."
"Ok, bye."
Quinn hung up and Brittany was looking at her, angry. "You haven't decided what you're going to wear yet! Stop helping him and start helping yourself!" Brittany said going to Quinn's closet and taking out of it, basically 6 little dresses with 4 pair of flats.
"Woah Britt! Am I going to wear all of these clothes?" Quinn joked with her eyes wide opened.
Brittany giggled. "I wanna look at the options." She said thoughtful, looking at the dresses and then at Quinn repeatedly. "Stand up." She said taking Quinn's hand. Then she went to Quinn's closet and sighed, coming back with a pair of jeans and a white blouse. "You need to wear pants sometimes, these skinny jeans fit perfectly in your body."
"But I always wear dresses…" Quinn started arguing.
"Exactly. You always wear dresses. Aren't you trying to say to Sam that you changed? Well, you could start wearing these sometimes. Besides, you are going to come home full of ink, since you are going to paint cups. Go put these one, and…" Brittany handed Quinn a pair of navy ballet flats. "These."
Quinn did not give much of credibility to the outfit Britt had chosen, but it was Brittany, she was on cover of Teen Vogue.
Sam was already with his shirt on, the one Quinn told him to use, a pair of jeans, and sneakers, when his aunt and mother got into the room in which he was changing.
"Sam?" His mother asked when she saw him getting ready. "You look handsome. For who are you getting ready to?"
His aunt sat on his bed, smiling at the figure of her nephew.
"Quinn." He answered, paying attention to his mother's facial expression, which surprised him a lot, since she had a cool look. "Is that ok for you, mom? Look, I'm really sorry for the way I acted this afternoon. I didn't have the right to say what I said to you, and I know you were shaken by my words. So, I'm really…" His mother smiled.
"Sam, I know you well enough to know that you were never wanted to hurt my feelings. Know you well enough to also say that when you get something in your head, there's no one who can change your mind about it. I don't think it is wonderful you be dating this Quinn girl, but I promise to get to know her before I start judging." Sam smiled at her mom and hugged her. His aunt smiled at them.
"Thank you." He whispered.
"It's fine sweetheart. Now go comb your hair or something, because it's really messy." Mrs. Evans said bossy.
"Here she goes." Sam giggled. "I'll call Quinn and ask if she's on her way." He said picking up his cell.
His aunt laughed loudly. "Oh, we already know who the boss in this relationship is."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Why everyone have to say that? It's no big deal, ok?"
His aunt gave him a pity look, laughing and walked out of the room.
His phone started ringing. "Quinn" the screen said.
"Hello miss Fabray." He said playfully.
She giggled. "Hey, well… the driver's outside of your residence waiting for the passenger to get in." She said formally.
He laughed. "Oh, I don't want to keep the driver waiting, I'll be there in a sec, bye."
He grabbed his coat and said goodbye to his mom and aunt. His siblings were out with his dad, for what his mom had told him. When he got outside, he saw Quinn standing out of her car, looking beautiful as always. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing a skinny dark blue jeans and a white blouse, in which she looked even hotter in Sam's opinion.
When Quinn saw Sam, she smiled widely, and waved at him, who waved back. She thought he looked adorable. His clothes were basically the same from the day they first talked. The captain America shirt and jeans. But somehow, he managed to look more handsome every time he woke up.
Sam and Quinn were in front of each other now. Sam kissed Quinn's cheek, and she blushed and smiled.
"Hey." He looked at her from head to toes.
She looked down, a little embarrassed from the way he was looking at her. "What?" she asked.
He shook his head. "You told me we were dressing casual. That we were going to somewhere simple."
"And?" She smiled.
"You look nothing but amazing. It's making me look like a dork." He made her giggle.
"Well, thank you. But may I say… you don't look like a dork. You look cute."
Sam smiled, looking into her eyes. "Really?"
She laughed, getting into the driver's seat. "Just get in the car."
"You're the boss." He got inside the car.
A couple of minutes have passed, they both laughed of what each other said, and talked about what they had done after Sam left her house, when Quinn parked in front of a big store, who had green and purple lights.
Sam's eyes were sparkling. "Oh my god, Quinn!" She was laughing, he looked like a 6 year old, going to visit Santa Claus at the mall for the first time.
"I know, I'm awesome." Quinn said, taking out her seat belt.
"You really are. It's Color me mine, Quinn. It's…" He looked into her eyes.
"I know." She smiled nicely. He smiled back and quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her, who was still amused with his excitement. "So, what are we waiting for?" She said, giggling.
Sam was completely focused on painting his cup, it was adorable. Quinn had barely started painting hers, she just kept staring at him, and he didn't seem to notice. She had a cute smile stamped on her face, Sam glared at her.
"Quinn, you're staring at me." He blushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Quinn shook her head and took her paint brush and started painting a small flower on the edge of her cup.
Sam smiled and let go of his brush. "So, what are you painting?"
Quinn frowned her brows. "I don't know, yet. I'm trying to paint a flower but I'm failing." She sighed. Sam kept the smile. "Well, what are you painting?"
"It's a surprise." He looked down.
"Are you painting something…for me?" Her smile opened from ear to ear.
"Maybe. You'll just have to wait and see." He giggled at her disappointed face. "Do you want any help on doing yours?"
"Yeah, a little help would be good. I just want help on doing this damn flower." She snorted.
Sam rolled his eyes and held a laugh. He got up from his seat and got behind her and put her hand on the paint brush and then his hand on hers, leading the painting. "Here, you just have to be delicate." He led her hand and started doing the petals on her cup. Quinn wasn't really paying attention to what they were painting; she was paying attention to the sweet smell of his breath tickling her ear, and his hand on her hand, and how his heat totally matched hers.
"See?" He glared at her, looking into her eyes, making her look down.
"Yeah, thanks." She nodded. He went to his seat again and sighed.
The time had passed and they both had finished their cups, but Sam didn't want to show his to her. She showed hers to him. She had painted a small flower like he had taught her to do, and "I'm not such a terrible artist, am I?"
Sam giggled. "Yes, you are." He said teasingly.
Quinn opened her mouth like she was offended. "Excuse me, what did you just say? You said I'm a terrible artist?"
Sam laughed. "I didn't say anything, you were the one who pointed that out, I just agreed with you. But you're not that hopeless though."
"Oh, really? Well, I know how to do a thing that 's pretty useful." She said teasingly.
"And what's that?"
Quinn took her brush and dipped it into the red ink. She shook the brush into Sam's direction and a whole bunch of Sam's face and shirt was full of ink. Quinn couldn't control herself, she was laughing so hard everyone in the place was already looking at her.
"So is that how we are going to roll here?" He said cleaning his face with his own hand, what didn't really work out. He took his wet brush and painted Quinn's cheek and nose.
"You did not just do that. If the ink gets in my clothes I'll cut you." She said trying to be scary, what just made him laugh. "Stop laughing at me."
"Quinn, everyone is laughing at us. I'm just joining in." She looked around and it was true, people were laughing and the employees were looking at them in an angry way.
She hid her face in her dirty hands, embarrassed. "Oh god. We are so dorky".
Sam laughed and took her hand. "C'mon let's get these cups on a bag and go clean ourselves."
Quinn nodded, feeling her whole body melt when she thought of his hand on hers.
When they got to Quinn's house, Quinn told Sam to leave the cups they had painted on the kitchen table, and that she was going to start cleaning her hair on the bathroom upstairs.
Sam got into the bathroom and Quinn was washing her face with her eyes closed, so she didn't see him coming in. Sam smiled mischievously and gave her a slight push and screamed.
"Boo!" Quinn screamed and slipped on the wet floor. Sam couldn't stop laughing at the angry girl.
"That makes up for you painting my face at Color me mine." He held his belly, which was already hurting from laughing too much.
Quinn gave the same smile Sam had given before scaring her. She quietly got near to the tub/shower and took the hose and turned the water on and threw it on Sam's face, who got really surprised. Quinn burst in a laugh.
"You didn't."
"Well, at least you're clean." She laughed loudly. The sound was like angels singing for Sam.
"There's gonna be revenge, Fabray." He quickly took the hose out of her hand and spread the water on her hair and clothes, making her really wet. They were both laughing and fighting for who was going to have the hose, when Sam took the hose away of Quinn's hand and pushed her on the wall, keeping her there. She raised an eyebrow at him, staring deeply into his eyes.
"You'll have to take your shirt off, it's really wet." She said, looking down.
"You too." He giggled and she hit his arm. He let her go, and noticed she had blushed because of what he just said. "You look beautiful when you're blushing."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll get a towel."
Well, this was a pretty long chapter. The longest I have ever written but I haven't posted a chapter in a while and I guess this makes up for you guys.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'll love you forever, if you review ;)
