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Quinn giggles at her friend's enthusiasm.
The brunette had called her this morning asking if she wanted to watch the high school baseball game.
"You get to see Sam in tight pants and a baseball jersey. If I know you at all, I know it's an offer you won't pass up."
Laughing at the recollection of the call, she shook her head. Rachel and herself had been spending quality time together lately and she felt their friendship start to bloom.
Sam had told her that he was on the team and already invited her to the game, in which she gladly accepted. As far as labeling their relationship, Quinn really didn't know what they were. After being with each other things usually ended with a kiss, making both of them pleased, but partly confused.
Pushing the concept away, she cheers for Sam as he comes up to bat. Finn had made it to second, making it up to Sam to get him home. The boy focuses on practicing his swings, before stepping up to plate. It was the last inning, the game all tied up.
Biting her lip, she nervously smooths down her light blue sun dress. She knew a victory would leave Sam in a really happy mood.
The first pitch is thrown, making everyone on the edge of their seats to see the outcome. Sam hits the ball with a loud crack, it flying over to right field. He runs to first, while Finn makes it home. The opposing team's outfield positions can't get the ball in fast enough, and Sam comes flying to third base. Wanting to make a home run, the blonde speeds to home, the crowd going wild. They had won the game.
Quinn hollers and claps for the baseball team, along with a spastic Rachel. She's almost sure the brunette made her deaf in one ear from all of her loud screaming.
The boys on each group exchange words of congratulations, before they head to change in the park bathrooms.
The two girls clear out from the stands, then stroll to the parking lot.
"So what do you wanna do after this?" Rachel questions, adjusting her red skirt on her hips.
"I don't know…" Quinn replies, pondering the question.
The friends are interrupted by a noisy pair of boys, who are none other than Finn Hudson and Sam Evans.
"Great job, Finn! You played really good," the brunette complements, holding her hands behind her back.
"Thanks, Rachel. Hey, so I was wondering…if you wanna get lunch with me?"
"Yes! I-I mean, sure. Sure, I'll grab lunch with you," she accepts, trying to maintain her cool.
"Awesome. Let's go."
The boy clutches her petite hand, sending shivers down her spine, despite the blistering heat radiating from the sun. They strut off to Finn's truck, Rachel turning her head to smile at Quinn.
Sam links his arm with hers, his happiness contagious.
"You played amazing."
"Thanks," he accepts, his signature blush creeping onto his cheeks, "We couldn't have won without Rachel and you cheering us on."
The girl laughs, "Rachel was very into it."
"She usually is. One year she was thrown out. I'd never seen her so mad."
"You're kidding?! Wait, what she'd do!"
"She called the ump a 'brainless fool.' Her words, not mine."
"Wow."
"I know."
Quinn tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, reminiscing on the day.
"Today was really great," she says aloud, a grin appearing on her features.
"It sure was, Q. But ya know the best part?" he asks, stopping to face her.
She raises an eyebrow, before questioning, "What?"
"The day's not over yet."
The blonde girl shares a confused glance, but all Sam does is gently take her small hand in his own and lead her to his truck.
After ten minutes of questioning, Sam's navy blue pick up finally stops at a meadow. The large patch of grass gently sways with the calm breeze, it's green pigment slightly yellowed from the drought. This place was always a safe haven for the boy. He'd escape here when troubled by school, home, or just when he needed to stop and appreciate the beauty of the world. The land belongs to his grandparents, so he never had an access problem. It didn't take much thought when deciding if he should show Quinn the field.
Pulling the key out of the ignition, he faces the blonde seated in the passenger's side. Her hazel eyes are fixated on the scenery, absorbing the breathtaking nature before her. Sam quietly reaches behind his seat, taking a tan, picnic basket in his hands. He places it in between his acquaintance and himself, tearing her gaze away from the meadow.
Quinn's eyebrows knit together, as she asks, "What's this for?"
"This, is the picnic basket I packed for our second date," the boy responds, his smile broad.
The girl shyly grins, while tracing the weaving on the picnic basket. She'd had her pick of boyfriends at home in the past, but never did one of them treat her like Sam Evans. A warm feeling spreads across her, and she faces the blonde seated next to her.
"Then what are we waiting for."
The two depart from the vehicle, and Sam quickly lays out the blanket that they are to dine on for the evening. They sit down on the garment, and he removes the top of the baskets' contents.
"First things first, we have apple slices and iced tea. More importantly though, my famous pb and j sandwiches. And I have to warn you, they are pretty dang delicious," he states playfully.
"Is that so?" she asks, chuckling.
"Oh, yes ma'am."
Quinn notes how carefully her peanut butter and jelly sandwich is wrapped, making her almost not want to open it and destroy his work. However, she does open it and slowly takes a small bite. Sam follows suit as their picnic ensues.
"So what makes you so great at making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" she asks, sipping on her tea.
"I make them for my little brother and sister."
"That's sweet."
He shrugs, not telling her that the reason he does it is not only out of love but the fact that his mom is rarely off work in the mornings to pack their lunches for them.
Once they finish eating their sandwiches and apples, he pulls out a bright, package of skittles.
"So I tried to make this picnic as healthy as possible, but I couldn't resist."
"Don't worry, Skittles are my favorite, too," she replies as he opens the small bag of colorful candy.
They lay beside each other, propped up on their elbows, and share the snack.
It's now six thirty in the evening, and they still remain as they were hours ago. They have spent hours talking on the red, picnic blanket. Considering how late it is, Sam suggests he take her home. He had vowed to her grandfather that he would have her home before sunset.
But she declines, only snuggling closer into his chest.
A/N: I know it's pretty rough, I apologize. But first, I need to say that I'm really sorry for not updating this story in months. First, unfortunately, there's been a death scare in my family and I've been unable to write. But I'm trying to come back as best as I can. Please bear with me, those of you who are still reading this story. I really love this prompt and need to get more inspired to write on it. So thank you. I hope to update soon. Mwah. :)