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The bedroom door creaks open and Quinn jumps from her dresser.
"Quinnie, Sam's at the door."
She nods quietly, pressing her lips into a smile, chuckling slightly at her Granfather's use of her childhood nickname.
"Thanks, Gramps. I'll be down in a second."
"Okay."
John heads downstairs, while Quinn applies one last coat of lipgloss. Grinning at her reflection in the mirror, she collects her purse and starts for her date's location. She says goodbye to her grandfather, before opening the door and presenting herself to Sam. He marvels at her tiny body clad in a light pink spaghetti strap dress, his eyes soon making their way to her brown boots. Her blonde hair is flowing down in loose curls, and her make up is light but feature defining.
"You look beautiful," he remarks, still trying to get over the pile of gorgeous in front of him.
"Thank you, Sam. You look very handsome yourself," she replies while poking his chest.
The boy shyly focuses on the ground, a cute grin upon his face. Quinn smiles at his modesty and overlooks his attire. A green half sleeve dress shirt hugs his chest nicely, along with the denim jeans on his legs. He's wearing boots that have a color similar to hers, but they are men's and have a square toe.
Sam offers his arm and Quinn graciously latches onto the toned limb. The aroma of cologne drifts to the girl's attention and she sees that Sam knows how to impress a lady. They stroll to his truck, when arriving he opens and closes the door for her. He starts the car, pulling out of the Fabray residence. Soon, they are on the main road heading to the dance hall.
"So where will we be dancing this evening?"
"The dance hall in the next town over. Most of us go there on the weekends, since there is absolutely nothing to do in this town."
"I see. So I guess you don't like bowling?" Quinn asks, recalling the bowling alley she had seen in town last week.
Sam grins and shakes his head.
"I used to love it. But after six years you kinda get bored."
She suppresses a laugh, while adjusting her necklace.
"Wow. You must have patients. I would've went there for a week and got bored."
"Yeah, well it was either that or the skating rink."
The blonde girl knits her brows and opens her mouth.
"You don't like skating?"
"I hate it with a passion. And for me it's falling, not skating. I don't know how people can go so fast on skates," he says smiling.
Quinn can not believe what she's hearing. How could someone not love skating?!
"You're kidding. Wait. How many times have you tried?"
"Once. It was at my little sisters birthday party. I embarrassed myself in front of everyone in that rink, and after that, I swore I'd never go back to that place."
She pats his hand sympathetically. Sam throws a grin her direction and points to a building up ahead.
"There it is."
Quinn cranes her neck, peeking at the hall. The structure is medium sized and alive with movement. They pass the bright sign, leading them to the parking lot. Sam kills the engine, idling the vehicle, and looks at the girl seated next to him.
"You ready?"
"Oh yeah."
Sam grins as they exit the truck and meet at the back. Unsure of what move to make next, he reaches for her hand. Quinn interlaces her fingers with his and gingerly leans her head on his shoulder. Struck with a new confidence, Sam destroys any negative thoughts he had about tonight.
The two walk inside the establishment hand in hand, gaining curious glances from a few teenagers. Sam ignores them, but Quinn can't help but to feel like a walking exhibit. She prays it will avoid happening anymore that night.
"Two please."
Sam pays the lady and she hands him two tickets. He turns to his date to give her the slip of paper, but she's busy looking at the dance floor. Most of the crowd consists of teenagers in rural attire and some older people who look country as well.
"Quinn, here's your ticket."
She faces him, her blonde locks hitting his face when she turns.
"Oh sorry. Wait Sam, let me pay for mine."
He looks into her concentrated hazel eyes.
"This is a date, there's no way I'm letting you pay for yours."
Quinn slumps her shoulders, about to reply, but Sam takes her to the dance floor before she can protest further. She finally relaxes in his arms and listens to the slow song. It is a love song performed by a young country artist. The tune belts out of a speaker at the front of the hall near the DJ. She assumes most of the songs on the set list for the night fall under the country genre. That's fine with her, because they all seem soothing and she longs to spend the duration of her time here in Sam's strong arms. He has them planted on her waist, and hers stay around his neck. Quinn's head lies on his shoulder as they sway to the music.
She is enjoying herself, when a group of girls her age continue to stare at Sam and her is called to her attention. They are dressed skimpily and seem to be giving Quinn death glares. Standing with hands on hips and narrowed eyes, she realizes that some jealous bitches, who don't even know who she is, are not gonna ruin her night.
Well, Sam must be popular.
"You've got a fan club," she whispered, nodding her head in the direction of the girls.
A puzzled expression crosses his features, then he looks at the group. Their mean stares turn into sweet looks and a whole bunch of batting of eyelashes. Sam quickly turns back to Quinn, pulling her body closer to his. He forgets all about their phony lipgloss smiles and he kisses his date's hair. Quinn glances up at him.
"So who were they?"
"Just some girls from school. They're just jealous of the beautiful girl I'm dancing with," he replies.
A grin forms on Quinn's lips.
"But you're dancing with me."
His eyes went wide, his mouth draping open.
"Quinn Fabray, you are the most gorgeous girl here. Don't you tell anybody different."
"Yes sir."
She giggles, making Sam finalize that it's the cutest sound he has ever heard.
About five songs later, a faster pace song starts to play, causing the two blondes to speed things up. The song ends shortly and he leads her to a nearby table.
"That was exciting," Quinn exclaims.
Sam quickly agrees with her, running a hand through his hair.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah, can you get me a water?"
"Of course. I'll be right back."
He makes his way to the drink bar across the hall, while Quinn fiddles with the charm on her necklace to pass time. Scanning the immense room, she notices a familiar brown head of hair talking to Sam. Quinn smiles, rising from the table and heading towards her two friends.
"Quinn!" Rachel squeals happily, running to embrace her tightly.
"Hi Rachel," she says while hugging the brunette, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to dance, girl!"
Sam chuckles quietly at her response, making her turn to him. She juts out her hip, her hand strategically placed on the side of her red and white striped dress.
"Excuse me, Mr. Evans?" she asks in mock anger.
"Yes, Miss Berry?"
"Did you just laugh at me?"
Sam cracks a grin and she pulls him onto the crowded dance floor. Quinn takes her water then ambles back to the table she was previously seated at. Leaning her chin on her wrist, she sighs. Soon, she finds Sam briskly walking towards her.
"Quinn, I'm so sorry! Rachel wouldn't-"
She smiles at his concern for her, then warmly places a hand on his shoulder.
"Sam. It's fine."
He lets out a breath that he doesn't even know he is holding. Their eyes graze each other's, before Rachel comes bounding to them.
"Heyyy, blondies," she greets, her words slurring.
Quinn raises a concerned eyebrow.
"Hey, Rachel..what ya got there?" she asks, beckoning to her red plastic cup.
The brunette's eyes widen in delight as she swigs down another sip of the liquid.
"Oh this! It's really good. Some guys over there gave it to me."
Sam grasps the cup, inhaling the scent of the drink.
"Rachel, you know this alcohol right?"
The girl freezes, panic taking over her.
"What? No, I thought it was punch. In fact, they told me it was punch! Oh my gosh!"
Sam calms the troubled girl down and calls her parents to pick her up. She doesn't hesitate to thank him for his actions.
Quinn angrily strides over to the bunch of boys by the cooler, an annoyed expression plastered onto her face. One eyes her, therefore she plants her hands on her hips.
"Excuse me, but what makes you think that it's okay to spike a girl's drink?"
A brunette boy stands in front of her, a smirk on his countenance.
"We don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie. You put alcohol in my friend's drink."
"Why don't I put a little in yours to loosen you up, then we can go out back?"
The irritated blonde narrows her eyes at the obviously horny guy speaking to her. Before she can scold him, Sam is standing in front of the boy. His chest is slightly puffed, while his hands curl into fists.
"Leave her alone."
The dark-haired boy nods at his words.
"Oh yeah? What you gonna do about it?"
"I said leave her alone," Sam says firmly, hovering over the boy thanks to his height.
Quinn clutches her date's arm tightly, trying her best to pull him away. She was positive that they would get kicked out if they were caught fighting.
"Sam, c'mon. Please," she begs.
He finally links arms with her and they walk back to the table.
"I'm so sorry."
"Sam, stop saying that."
"No, I wanted this night to go great-"
"It is going great. Now dance with me," she demands, holding out her hand.
The boy grins happily as he envelops her in his arms and they dance. Quinn feels at home leaning against him, Sam acting as a protector from the outside world. She doesn't focus on the cheesy lyrics of the current song, but of the perfect way her body flows with his. It's like they know the exact move one another is going to make. Her fingers dance along the back of his shirt collar, feeling the soft fabric of the dress shirt. Her minty breath tickles his skin when she leans in to whisper.
"Thank you, Sam," she murmurs, her angelic voice ringing in his ears.
The fluent way she says his name, sends him crazy and he wants her to repeat it. He looks at her, their foreheads touching.
"You're welcome."
A smile forms on her face, and he can't help but notice how luscious her lipgloss coated lips appear. Her eyelashes flutter for a second, while she studies him. Suddenly, the attraction the two feel for each other grows even deeper than before. Quinns' eyes graze over his features and crew cut hair, before landing on the clock by the stereo. Her pupils grow larger when she sees that it's almost at her eleven curfew.
"Sam, we should go."
He looks at the time and agrees with her. The blondes start for the truck, but Quinn stops and rubs her ankles.
"My feet are killing me."
The boy next to her forms an idea.
"Get on my back."
Taken aback by his request, she raises an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I'll give you a piggy-back ride to the car."
She chuckles and shakes her head.
"You leave me no choice," Sam replies, grinning maniacally.
Before she can protest, he hoists her legs around his back and she has no option but to hold onto his neck. Giggling the entire way, they soon make it to Sam's vehicle. She hops down and he opens the car door for her. Climbing in and closing the door, she turns to the driver.
"Okay, that was so much fun," she gushes, her smile never breaking.
"The dancing or my awesome piggy-back ride?"
"Both," she replies, laughing at his question.
The drive home consists of small talk and reminisces about their night. Quinn texts Rachel to see if she made it to her house safely, and sure enough she was fine, except for the hangover.
They arrive at her Grandfather's house, and Sam pulls the key out of the hole, killing the engine. He faces her, grinning with a slight rosy flush on his cheek.
"Thanks again for tonight," she states, brushing his rough hand.
However, before he can reply, she cups his face and presses her lips to his. Sam pulls her closer, while she runs her hand through his short blonde hair. Running her tongue along his bottom lip, he grants her tongue access to his mouth. She slings her hands around his neck and his plant themselves on her back and shoulder. Carressing his cheek, she hesitantly pulls away. He watches her hazel eyes open, making him smile.
"I'll walk you to your door."
"'Kay."
The two slowly stroll to her door, savoring the moments they are together.
"Goodnight, Quinn."
"Goodnight, Sam."
The moon is shining brightly over the land, the stars acting like mini versions of it. Caught in the moment, Quinn presses her lips to his for the last time. He kisses her passionately, placing a hand on the small of her back. The two break the kiss, smiles upon their countenances. They exchange goodbyes before parting, the amazing night on their minds.
A/N: *smiles mischeviously and taps fingers on desk* So what did ya think? Oh my, what is wrong with me? Anyhoo! I would just like to clarify that Sam's hair in this fic is his cute beginning of season 4 haircut. Like in the Three performance. Also thank you for all the support! I'm truly sorry I haven't updated in almost three weeks. I've been really depressed, but thankfully my grandma recommended a therapist, so I may be getting better soon. But writing is what I love and it makes me so happy. So again, thank you. Mwah!