There they were. They were at her favourite coffee bar, and she just sat there smiling at all of his stories from college and crap. Despite the fact that she knew nothing about football, it was still cute to see him so excited about something.
He twiddled his thumbs and stared at her, "So are we going to talk about us?"
"I didn't think that we needed to" she picked up her plastic coffee cup and averted her eyes away from his gaze and tried to block out most of her old feelings.
"Well, this is why we're here right?" He seemed more serious now, like her teasing and joking won't hold as excuses any more.
"How about I start?" he suggested, exhausted of the silence "I mean all of the stuff that happened to us, was in high school right? So now that we're mature and adult we could…try it again"
She was stunned but she couldn't help but smile. Throughout her senior year she yearned for a second chance with him, waited for him to waltz up to her locker and just kiss her.
"I think that you have a point, but are you sure?"
Under the table, they're feet were intertwining and playing around, yet about the table it was proving rather difficult to convince Quinn to try it. So Sam shuffled his chair around the table, in order to hold her hands.
He lifted her chin with his hand, so that she had to look into his eyes.
"Q, look into my eyes and tell me that you don't want to be with me".
And she looked. His eyes were like a vortex; she couldn't help but feel smitten. Within his eyes, were images of getting married, children and a long and happy life. She wanted him.
"I…" she wanted to say those words, but her stubborn side stopped her, rendering her speechless.
He knew Quinn Fabray; he knew that she was too proud to say anything. In the end he just lent in and gave her a soft kiss, but then she started to kiss back, and the kiss became way more passionate.
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It was starting to become colder in New York as winter was fast approaching. There was a light coat of snow on the pavements, but nothing serious.
Katie and Kurt were on their weekly shopping trips. After a pathetic attempt at starting their new fashion statements, the two gave up and headed to the nearest coffee bar.
The two edged open the heavy door, "Look Kurt, I'm not complaining but if you call the sales assistant fat then we're bound to be thrown out", moaned Katie, hiding some thinly veiled contempt towards the friend who got her thrown out of Macys.
"She was way to sensiti…HOLY CRAP" Kurt stopped mid-sentence as he glanced at the table near the back. There was his best friend kissing SAM EVANS! "Katie, look"
She turned there to, and was so shocked. She too joined in with the chorus of 'Ohmigod' and 'What the hell?'
Unfortunately, they were causing a ruckus right by the door, thus stopping the kissing session between the two love birds and making them stare straight at Kurt and Katie, in ore of the idiotic twosome.
Katie, after minutes of staring at each other finally mentioned, "So…you're back together?"