Quinn look pissed. Like, mega pissed. It was almost… kinda hot. Not that Sam would ever say that out loud, of course. He would never let those words (or any of the sort) to slip past his lips. That would just make Quinn even more powerful and send her ego through the roof. “I, uh,” he stammered, arching a curious eyebrow at her. “You’re welcome?” He said nonchalantly, shrugging one shoulder and keeping her eyes glued to her. The way she was swimming towards him, the tone in her voice and her demeanour in general screamed, ‘I’m planning something,’ but Sam couldn’t bring himself to swim away. “Okay, good to know,” he nodded, feeling his entire body tense when she rested her hand on his chest, drawing lazy circles on his skin with her finger. He couldn’t deny the fact that she was, well, super attractive, but he still had no idea what the hell she was doing. Truth be told, Quinn had some sort of… pull. It was impossible to not be attracted to her. His eyes were blown wide, looking tight into her eyes and lost in his thoughts. He allowed his eyes to travel down, until he was looking at his her fingers that were making patterns on his chest. Just as Sam was about to take a deep breath in, maybe swim away or stay (who knew), Quinn placed both her hands on his chest, “What the f—“ she pushed down hard, really, hard, fully submerging Sam underneath the water. If Sam hadn’t busy inhaling water, he would have had to give her props on her strength. She was stronger than she looked. It was only a few seconds later he emerged from out of the water, coughing and spluttering everywhere. When the coughing subsided, he turned and saw Quinn swimming away, smirking at him. Sucker. He couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, damn, she had done good. Better than he had expected, anyway. Sam didn’t think she would have had the guts to do something like that – she had seemed to be all talk and no action. Evidently, Sam was wrong. Very wrong indeed. Sam stood up, letting his feet sink into the muddy base of the river. He took a few steps forward, slicing his hand through the water and socking Quinn. “Who’s the sucker now, huh?” he laughed, running a hand through his hair, waiting (and hoping), she’d retaliate.
When Quinn thought that she was far enough away from him, she stopped swimming, turning around to see where he was. She was surprised because Sam didn’t look upset with her at all. So he did know how to have fun, she mused to herself. She saw him take a few steps forward and although she could have swum away from him, she didn’t because where would be the fun in that? She put her hands in front of her face and braced herself as he sent a wave her way with his hand. “As far as I’m concerned, Evans,” she told him, dragging her hand over her face afterwards. “You’re still the sucker.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, her feet leaving the ground as she put her entire weight on them. “Damn,” she swore when he barely sunk down. “You’re like…a rock. I liked you better when you were floating.” She laughed softly, wading back from him as she reconsidered her tactic. Well, she was going to have to do what he did then. She started splashing him relentlessly, shielding herself as best she could in between sending waves of water his way. “Stop! Stop!” she finally shouted. “Truce!” When he agreed to one, she stopped splashing him. She couldn’t stop laughing even as her hands fell to her sides. She hadn’t had this much fun in awhile. She definitely couldn’t believe that she was having fun with Sam. “You know, your ex-girlfriend’s giving me some major stink eye right now,” she told him, looking over his shoulder at her. Only when she looked back at him and locked her eyes on his did she realize how close they were to one another. She cleared her throat rather awkwardly and took a huge step back from him. “Maybe we should head back now,” she suggested, although she wasn’t one hundred percent sure that she wanted to.
Sam rolled his eyes back at Quinn, mocking her being he simply had nothing left to say. “I – what? I was kidding, Quinn.” He said, a look of disbelief spreading across his face. “Damn,” he breathed, “I thought you were mean but I never thought you’d kill someone.” Sam wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not (he had never been good at telling if someone was being sarcastic or not.) Her laughing afterwards was a giveaway that she was, evidently, joking. Sam raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her, before running a hand nervously through his hair and shaking his head at Quinn. “I get what you’re saying,” he shrugged. “I find a lotta girls like, super pretty and stuff, but for now I’m happy being simple.” Sam couldn’t help but notice how… how nervous Quinn looked right now. Hell, he didn’t think she ever got nervous. Whenever he’d seen her on the television, she always looked so confident and poised. Not fragile like she did now. But maybe only Sam could see that? He had always been good at reading people, noticing the little things: like when someone was lying about something. But Sam brushed off his and her feeling of unease, diving under the water yet again, trying to avoid her question for what seemed like the billionth time.
Sam could hear Quinn yelp from under the water. He shot up, his head breaking through the surface of the water followed by his torso. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Quinn’s face as she resurfaced only seconds after him. She looked so pissed off and Sam knew that he’d probably pay for that now and later on. Sam Evans! “You called?” he replied playfully, falling back and floating on his back, propelling himself a few feet away from Quinn in case she tried to drown and or punch him. “You looked like you were getting all hot and bothered,” he said innocently. “I was just trying to help you out, Quinn. Plus, don’t they say like, mud or water or something is good for the skin?”
Quinn dragged a hand over her face before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Evidently, Sam had no idea who he was messing with. How dare he! You called? Oh, he had some nerve. The playful tone of his voice did not go unnoticed either. She swam over to him, catching up with him soon enough. You looked like you were getting all hot and bothered. The innocent expression on his face almost made her scoff. Him? Innocent? Yeah, right. Two could play at that game. “Oh,” Quinn said as innocently as he had. “Well then, thanks for looking out for me, Sam.” She stopped swimming, letting her feet touch the floor of the lake. “You’re right, by the way,” she continued, batting her eyelashes at him. “I was getting all hot and bothered back there.” She rested her hand on his chest for a moment before she started to draw lazy circles on his skin with her finger. Once he seemed to be distracted by what she was doing, she took advantage of the fact that he was still on his back, placed both hands on his chest, and shoved him hard into the water. “Not!” she shouted at him as he went under. Quinn wasn’t strong enough to keep him under of course, but having caught him by surprise, Sam was sure to have swallowed some water like she had. “Sucker,” she addressed him with a smirk as he resurfaced. She tilted her head to the side as she looked at him. “Don’t feel bad though. All men are. You all get distracted so easily.” She dove into the water and swam away from him after she’d said her piece in case he was going to come after her again.
Sam pulled his bottom lip between his lips, gnawing gently on it. He stopped once he felt the soft skin break and the metallic taste of red hot blood fill his mouth. He took a deep breath and tried to muster up some kind of a smile; he didn’t want to freak Quinn out or anything, but his expression remained inscrutable. Those three douche bags just did something to Sam – they got under his skin so easily and he always, always lashed out. Blodie? Sam shrugged a shoulder, his expression lightening up a little. “Don’t hate on the names. Trouty Mouth ain’t that original either,” he retorted playfully. When Quinn mentioned Sarah again, he peered over his shoulder and back at her. He had to stifle a laugh when he took in Sarah’s facial expression. She was shooting daggers at Quinn. “Oh. Totally.” Sam argued. “She totally looks like she’ll cut your ponytail off,” he agreed. “If she did, you could probably hire some kinda hit man or crazed fan that would take her out,” he pondered, laughing quietly under his breath. “Uh, I dunno,” quipped Sam, desperately wanting to change the subject. “Who does Quinn Fabray have the hots for?” he smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Channing Tatum? Apparently, like, all the girls have the hots for him nowadays,” pondered Sam. When Sam dived into the water, he revelled in the silence and the complete tranquillity. Everything seemed so simple under the water. Sam loved swimming. Sam loved the way you could be completely alone under the water, people couldn’t talk, and he was just alone. He stayed under for a while. He’d always been good at holding his breath. As a child, Sam’s mother and father took him to the lake almost every day. He would stay under the surface for as long as he could and pretend to scare his father upon resurfacing. Those days were to this day, some of Sam’s fondest with his family. When the need for oxygen became overwhelming, Sam poked his head up and out of the water, only to hear Quinn asking the same question yet again. Shaking his head once; he dove back under and swam behind Quinn, hooking his hand around her ankle and tripping her so she would fall into the water. That outta shut her up.
Quinn rolled her eyes at him, but bit her tongue. Trouty Mouth was a very original nickname as far as she was concerned. She hadn’t heard that one before today, unlike Sam, who was probably sick of hearing it. Quinn scoffed at his words. She’d like to see Sarah try to cut off her ponytail. The blonde would rip her to shreds before she got the chance. She pursed her lips in thought. “I could…” she trailed off, tapping an index finger against her chin. “…I’d probably get one of my fans to do it. They’d do it for free and probably wouldn’t give me up in the unlikely scenario of a police investigation.” She laughed afterwards. She was only kidding of course. She loved her fans too much to ever put them in a position like that. Hit man. She’d definitely hire a hit man. Who does Quinn Fabray have the hots for? She concluded then that Sam was like the master of changing the subject, which was quite the compliment coming from her. She shook her head. “No one,” she answered him. “Don’t get me wrong. I find a lot of guys, especially those in Hollywood, hot, but I don’t have the hots for any of them right now. …I’m not really looking for a relationship.” She chewed (unknowingly) on her lower lip like she was nervous that Sam would be able to tell that she was holding back on him, and she was on both counts. Sam didn’t need to know though about the disaster of a relationship that was her last relationship. She watched as he dove into the water to avoid answering her question. She was slightly annoyed at first, but then grew concerned when he didn’t surface after a prolonged period of time. “Sam?” she called out worriedly, scanning the water for any sign of him. Just when she was starting to think that he might have drowned, a hand grabbed at her ankle, and Quinn screamed as she lost her balance and plummeted into the water. When she finally managed to return to the surface, she was spluttering. She had swallowed at least a mouthful of water. “Sam Evans!” she shouted when she’d stopped spluttering, a very pissed off look on her face.
Sam kept quiet after his little bit of word vomit has spilt out. He didn’t know what else he could say – but nothing seemed okay when the tension was so thick. Striking green eyes were locked onto muddy brown ones; both Sam and Chuck looked like they could start a fight any second. But, unexpectedly, Chuck backed off. He took a step back and exchanged looks with his “boys”, some-sort of a silent agreement had resulted in them backing off. Sam was surprised, but he didn’t show it. He stood his ground and didn’t move a muscle. Sam didn’t say anything as Chuck, Dave and Brett turned their backs and walked away. “Don’t call me Trouty Mouth,” he murmured to himself, not being bothered to yell it back. Chuck, Dave and Brett had never gotten along, that was the first nickname they had come up with for him back in Junior School and it stuck. Sam didn’t mind it when other people said it, but it was when those three said it was what got Sam all angry. It wasn’t just because of the nickname that he hated them; it was a series of events that had taken place over eighteen years that had resulted in this mutual hatred.
Sam turned back around to face Quinn, his featured softening and his demeanour wasn’t so tense. “Ha,” he retorted with the slight roll of his eyes. “Call me Trouty Mouth all you want, Blondie.” Sam froze for a second when Quinn started talking about kissing, it wasn’t that he found conversations like this awkward – but the fact that an image of him kissing Quinn had popped into his head unsettled him. “She did always say I was a super awesome kisser,” he shrugged. “If you ask her about me she’ll probably cut your ponytail off or something like that, she doesn’t like talking about our relationship.” Sam could still feel Sarah’s eyes on him, anchoring him down and begging for answers or asking questions about what happened between the two and if there was still a chance for them. There wasn’t. What he did to her wasn’t good, but nothing around the time after the fire had been good for Sam. “Uh, it doesn’t matter what they did.” He shrugged, diving into the cool water so he could avoid any other questions for a good few seconds.
Quinn flinched as Sam turned around to face her. He still looked so angry, and she actually hoped that she hadn’t played any part in putting him in that mood. She relaxed when Sam’s features suddenly softened, Chuck, Dave, and Brett’s departure probably finally sinking in. She rolled her eyes at him in response. “Blondie?” she echoed, stifling a laugh. “Yeah, that’s original, Trouty Mouth.” She wasn’t overly fond of the nickname Blondie, but she’d be okay with Sam calling her that. It occurred to her then that they had actual nicknames for each other. Did that make them kind of sort of friends now? Oh God, no. Maybe not acquaintances anymore, but certainly not kind of sort of friends, although if she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t as opposed to the idea of being friends with him as she had been when they’d first met. She did always say I was a super awesome kisser. ”Really?” Quinn challenged him, eyebrow raised. She ‘d have to take his word for it since she had no intention of actually talking to Sarah. She stole another look at the girl then. “She looks like she wants to cut off my ponytail right now, and I haven’t even asked her anything yet,” Quinn pointed out to Sam, glaring back at the girl without hesitation. Honestly, what had transpired between her and Sam? She didn’t ask. Instead, she commented, “Clearly, she still has the hots for you.” Quinn refrained from using the word “love” since she had no idea how serious those two had been. Uh, it doesn’t matter what they did. She watched as he dove into the water, completely unperturbed. He’d have to come up for air at some point. When he did, she persisted, “Oh, come on, Sam! Tell me!”
When Sam felt Quinn’s porcelain skin brush against his thumb, he felt a little something in the pit of his stomach. He wouldn’t exactly say butterflies but he was well aware they had just had a moment, of sorts. A spark of sorts. Well, he didn’t exactly know how to describe it – but he didn’t feel so much hatred for Quinn in that moment. When the moment broke and Quinn and Sam stepped closer together, Sam didn’t notice that he and Quinn were so close together. It was like they were looking for each other for support – a feeling of safety. As Brett, Dave and Chuck continued eyeing up Quinn, Sam glared at all three of them and felt rage filling him up. They couldn’t just look at her like that. Like she was some sort of toy. When Sam stepped in front of Quinn, he clenched his fists and stood up a little straighter and puffed his chest out a little more. As if he could size up the guys, somewhat intimidate them so they’d back off.
Sam rolled his eyes as the three douche bags standing in front of Quinn and Sam started going on about how hot, talented and amazing Quinn was. Sure. She was all of those things and probably a whole lot more, but Sam knew they wanted her for one thing and one thing only. Sex. They wanted boasting rights. They wanted to be able to say they had done Quinn Fabray to the rest of the guys down at the local bar. That was one of many reasons Sam hated those three guys – they were pigs who had literally no respect for anyone else that wasn’t in their little clique. When Sam noticed Quinn stepping out from behind him, settling in beside him, she could’ve honestly said he was a little surprised. Even more so when she shook Brett, Dave and Chuck’s hands. We’re like best friends. Sam’s eyebrows rose when he heard this utter crap spilling from Brett’s lips, he scoffed quietly at the remarks that followed. “We’re not best friend,” retorted Sam. “Never have been, never will be.” Sam didn’t really feel like getting into the whole story as to why he wasn’t friends with those guys – but they’d never liked each other even in high school and these three guys were the kind of guys who held grudges. When they didn’t move, Sam took another step forward, leaving Quinn standing behind him again. “I still owe you a black eye from last time, so, either you walk away now or you and I are doin’ a little dance and it ain’t gonna be pretty.” Muttered Sam, his fists clenched and his jaw locked.
Quinn was not surprised when she heard those words leave his lips. She had no idea what had transpired between them to cause such a reaction from Sam, but she was sure as hell going to find out. When Sam took a step forward, standing in front of her again, she took a step back. Last time? What had happened last time? She planned on asking him that later too. Quinn kept her eyes on Sam as tension filled the air, taking the time to note that he was kind of sexy when he was angry. Waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next, Quinn started to count the seconds as they passed. Finally, Chuck, Dave, and Brett exchanged looks before deciding to walk away. “See you around, Quinn,” Chuck said before he left (like the two of them had become well acquainted in the last ten minutes or something). Quinn didn’t say anything in response, but she nodded her head at him curtly. It was a small town. She was bound to run into him again. “And hey,” he called out before he got into his car again. “If you ever get sick of Trouty Mouth, you can crash at my place.” Quinn made a face of disgust, which she was sure Chuck couldn’t see from where he was, not that she would have cared if he had seen the face she was making. She’d sooner bunk with one of the horses in Sam’s stable than that pig.
It was only when the car began to fade off into the distance that Chuck’s nickname for Sam registered with her. Trouty Mouth. Ha! She could totally see why he had gotten that nickname. “Can I start calling you Trouty Mouth?” she asked him, only half joking. “I’d totally mean it as a compliment. I mean, your lips look like pillows. They’re probably super kissable.” She stole a glance over his shoulder at Sarah. “Sarah probably knows whether or not that’s true, huh?” she continued to tease him. “Maybe I should go over there and ask her if it’s true.” She certainly wasn’t going to kiss him herself in order to find out. Quinn couldn’t see herself kissing Sam ever, unless they were about to have hate sex or something. Where had that thought come from? She decided that it was time to change the subject, the teasing tone of her voice vanishing in a split second. “Okay, all teasing aside, what was that all about?” she questioned, hoping that Sam would open up to her. “Did they make your life a living hell in high school or something? And what happened last time?” Quinn had been the head bitch in charge of her high school, emphasis on the bitch. She wasn’t proud of a lot of the things that she had done back then to stay on top of the social hierarchy, but she was a different person now. In fact, she’d actually reached out to quite a few of the people that she’d tormented and had personally apologized to them. Some of them had accepted her apology, others hadn’t, but she’d expected that.
“I had my reasons,” Shrugged Sam, biting down on his lower lip gently. He could feel Sarah’s eyes practically burning into the side of his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to look back over his shoulder at her. “I’m starting to believe she has like, lasers in her eyes because I can practically feel her staring at me.” He muttered, staring ahead at the water. Sam was gladded Quinn dropped the subject, he had been almost certain she’d keep on asking until he cracked and told – but he was thankful for whatever reason made her drop the subject. Just thinking about what had happened at Sam’s old house made him feel nauseous – Sam blamed himself for what had happened that day – he hadn’t gotten over what had happened and ever since the fire, Sam had cut himself off from anything or anyone that could potentially make him happy. Sam didn’t feel like he deserved good things – he should’ve been able to save Stacy.
Sam rolled his eyes and held back a laugh at how slowly Quinn was walking into the water. What was she worried about? Messing up her hair? A few minutes later, she swam to his side and Sam turned to face her. “You’ve still got a little bit there,” Whispered Sam, carefully bringing up his hand and wiping away the remaining splotch of sun cream. As his thumb slowly and carefully gliding along Quinn’s jawline – a comfortable silence settled between the two. It was strange, but Sam almost felt like they didn’t hate each other, for the moment at least. Sam, hey! Sam snapped out of his little world, quickly bringing his hand back to his side and letting out a frustrated sigh. Turning around, Sam waved half-heartedly at the guys wading towards them. Great. Sam hardly noticed that Quinn had latched onto his arm, because he had taken a step closer to the blonde too – as if he was protecting her or something. As soon as they got over, it was like Sam didn’t exist because all three pairs of eyes were looking Quinn up and down. Clearing his throat, Sam shot them a questioning look. “Stop staring at her like she’s an object or something, guys.” Snapped Sam, freeing his arm from Quinn’s grip and stepping slightly in front of her.
You’ve still got a little bit there. Quinn was about to bring her hand up to her face again, but froze when he beat her to the punch, bringing his hand up to her face instead. She stopped breathing as he brushed his thumb across her jawline. She locked her eyes on his. How strange. For a moment, the two of them tolerated each other. She was a little disappointed when the moment ended due to the arrival of Sam’s friends. Sam stepped closer to her at the same time that she stepped closer to him. She felt incredibly safe with Sam so close to her. As the guys neared them, she got more and more uncomfortable. The three of them were looking her up and down, eyeing her like a piece of meat. Of course, she was used to this sort of attention, but that didn’t mean that she liked it. She was about to step behind Sam when he beat her to the punch again, stepping in front of her and shielding her from his friends’ unwanted stares. Stop staring at her like she’s an object or something, guys. Quinn tore her eyes away from the three guys and looked at Sam. She was kind of touched that he was standing up to his friends for her. Maybe she could get to like him.
Laughter brought her attention back to her fans. “Aw, come on, Sam,” one of them said. “When’s the last time someone as hot, talented, and famous as Quinn Fabray decided to spend a summer here?” “Never,” the guy beside him answered him, laughing afterwards. “We’re huge fans,” added the third, and Quinn gave them a polite smile. “You’re amazing. I’m Brett by the way, and these are my buddies Dave and Chuck.” After another moment, she stepped forward, standing beside Sam now. “Thank you,” she responded, shaking each of their hands. “Nice to meet you all. Um, how long have you guys known Sam?” Chuck, who seemed to be the leader, answered her question, “Long. We’ve known each other since we were kids. We’re like best friends.” Quinn turned her head to look at Sam for confirmation. Frankly, she was surprised that Sam was friends with these guys at all. Sure, Sam irritated her to no end, but even she could admit that he was a cut above…these three, who were still eye fucking her. She crossed her arms over her chest. It was clear from the expression on Sam’s face that Chuck was a liar. “Oh?” she clarified, raising an eyebrow at him. “That’s funny because Sam never mentioned any of you. You think he would have by now since you’re best friends and all.” She heard nervous chuckles, everyone (including herself) looking to Sam and waiting for him to say something.
“I ended things.” Sam clarified, wondering why Quinn was curious as to who had been the dumper and the dump-e. “She’s a nice girl and all, but I’m not really looking for anything anymore. We didn’t date for very long, only a few months.” Shrugged Sam, glancing back over at Sarah and Jane to see if they were still watching them. Obviously, they were. Sam could tell that Jane’s eyes were mostly on Quinn, but Sarah kept on looking back over at Sam, it seemed as though she was trying to make eye contact with Sam. He avoided it though, Sam kept his eyes on the clear lake water.
Sam hadn’t meant to let slip about his sister, so his eyes widened in shock when Quinn mentioned what he had said. Sam wasn’t sure if he had mentioned that he and his father had built Sam’s house, but the only reason they had to do that was because there had been a fire at Sam’s old house a year or two ago. His sister, Stacy, was in the bathroom when it happened. She never came back out. Sam didn’t talk about it with anyone and he’d be dammed if he spoke about it with Quinn. “Nothing.” He replied with a slight shake of his head. Since her funeral a week after the fire, Sam hadn’t spoken about Stacy to anyone, not even to Puck. He didn’t even like looking at old pictures of the two of them when she was a baby and Sam was a teenager. After he changed the subject to the sunscreen on Quinn’s face, Sam shook his head when Quinn asked if she had got it. “Jump in the water.” He ordered, turning around and taking his singlet off, throwing it back where they had put their towels down.
He took a few steps forward into the cool, refreshing water. When the water reached his torso, he dived in and Sam forward. A few seconds later, his head broke the surface of the water and turned around. Flicking the hair out of his eyes, he opened one and glanced at Quinn who was still on the shore. “You coming in or what?” Sam wasn’t too sure if Jane and Sarah were still watching them – but he had decided ignoring them would be best.
“You dumped her after a few months for no reason at all?” Quinn clarified, somewhat impressed. “I have to admit. I didn’t peg you for a heartbreaker.” She looked over at Sarah, whose eyes were locked on Sam. “You must have done quite a number on her,” she commented. “She’s still staring at you and she hasn’t blinked once. I mean, initially, I thought she was staring at me because I’m famous and all, but no, that girl’s definitely staring at you.” Quinn rolled her eyes at him when she noticed that he was avoiding eye contact with his ex, keeping his eyes on the clear waters instead. He was such a boy. Her curiosity grew as she witnessed his eyes widen in shock. Should she not have urged him to finish his thoughts? Nothing. Nothing? She raised an eyebrow at him. Nothing was always something. Always. Quinn wanted to pry. She was curious by nature, but she ended up holding her tongue, her gut telling her to just drop the subject.
Sam beat her to the punch though, changing the subject before she could. When he shook his head at her question, she let out a sigh of frustration, rubbing her face again. “Well?” she questioned again, but he didn’t respond this time. He was already in the water. Jump in the water. She rolled her eyes at him. (She seemed to do that a lot.) She’d wade in. “I’m coming,” she hissed at him as she entered the waters slowly. She swam to his side. “Do I still have sunscreen on my face?” she asked him, turning her head from side to side. It wasn’t a big deal per se, but it still bugged her that she might. As she waited for his answer, a car pulled up right next to Sam’s truck. She squinted her eyes at the guys who got out to get a better look at them. Meh, they were pretty good-looking. Quinn had them pegged as jerks though. One of them waved in their direction. “Sam, hey!” he shouted, and Quinn turned to look at Sam, a questioning look on her face. She watched as the three guys got into the water and started heading their way. Instantly, Quinn moved closer to Sam, unknowingly holding onto his arm.
When Quinn rolled her eyes at Sam, she retaliated by flashing a charming smile in her direction. Sam nodded when Quinn mentioned she had sensitive skin, she should’ve just guessed that, Quinn was pretty pale. But she wasn’t pale in a way that made her look pale, but in a way that made her even more beautiful. Sam refrained from shaking his head, trying to rid himself of what he had just though. Sam Evans didn’t find Quinn Fabray attractive. He thought she was annoying and snobby. …Maybe she was a little bit attractive. “That’s totally understandable. Getting burnt is super painful.” He shrugged. Sam looked across at Quinn, her eyes were on the road ahead but something in her demeanour had changed. Sam couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but something was different.
Sam smiled as the lake came into view, it had been a while since he’d last been, but it looked the same as ever. Stopping the truck on the side of the road, Sam grabbed his towel and hopped out of his seat. He left the keys in the car and didn’t bother locking it; he knew no one would take his car around here. Sam was surprised at the fact there was only two people at the lake – then he remembered, most of the kids would be at school and the adults at work. When the two girls turned around, Sam rolled his eyes slightly and tried to avoid eye contact with them. When Sam looked behind to see how far Quinn was trailing behind, he noticed the two girls staring at her, wide eyed and their mouths wide open. “Uh,” Murmured Sam, waving shyly over at the two girls. “The one on the left is Sarah, my ex-girlfriend. The girl on her right is Jane; she was friends with my sister before…” Sam trailed off, turning a little and taking a few steps forward towards the lakes shore. Sam turned back around, and waved Quinn over. When she appeared by his side, he glanced over at her. Sam was about to say something when he noticed a smudge of sun cream on the side of her jawline. “Uh, you’ve got a little sun cream on your face.” He whispered.
Quinn was only half listening as Sam spoke, but when she heard that one of those girls was his ex-girlfriend, she gave him her full attention. She narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the girl on the left. To be honest, she was kind of surprised. Sam and her just didn’t seem like an ex-couple. “She’s kind of pretty,” she commented in the end, mostly to be polite. “Did she end things or did you?” Maybe Quinn could fix their broken relationship. If Sam were occupied with Sarah, he wouldn’t have the time to stick his nose into her business. Santana could come and rescue her, and Sam wouldn’t even know that she was missing until her manager called to check in on her. Quinn sighed. That was probably wishful thinking on her part.
She brought her attention back to him then, raising an eyebrow at him as he trailed off. “She was friends with your sister before what?” she asked him, encouraging him to finish his thoughts. She didn’t know why she was asking him questions like she actually cared to know the answers. She was just curious by nature she supposed. Plus, she still needed to learn as much about Sam as possible. Knowledge was power. Who knew? Maybe Quinn would be able to find something that she could blackmail him with. She followed him to the water’s edge, bringing a hand up to her face when he informed her that there was still a little sunscreen on it. Quinn brushed her cheeks with her hands. “Did I get it?” she asked him, ignoring the other two girls at the lake who were inevitably whispering about her…or them now. It made sense for them to whisper about her because she was famous, but it also made sense for them to whisper about her and Sam since Sam and that Sarah girl used to date. Maybe she thought that she was Sam’s new girlfriend. Quinn laughed inside her head at the very idea.