Fanfiction - Glee: And Goodbyes Are Just For Now
Title: And Goodbyes Are Just For Now
Rating: PG
Length: 2,500ish
Pairing: Sam/Quinn
Summary: Quinn plans one last day of fun before Sam moves.
Author's Note: Written for the third glee_rare_pairs exchange.
Sam was two weeks away from moving when Quinn showed up on his doorstep.
“If you’ve come to help me pack, I will love you forever,” Sam said when he opened the door.
Quinn’s wry laugh informed him that he should harbor no such hopes for gaining a packing buddy. But Sam had always found Quinn’s rare occasions for laughter contagious and couldn’t help but laugh along himself.
“I have much better plans for the day than listening to you drone on about proper spacial orientation and packing efficiency. Call Rachel if you want someone for that,” Quinn said.
“Maybe I will,” Sam said. It wasn’t entirely a bad idea. Rachel, of any of the glee kids, would be the most enthusiastic when it came to conquering his packing challenge.
“Actually, I talked your parents into giving you the day off so we could hang out,” Quinn ducked her head. It was one of the few times she had ever looked embarrassed with him, and Sam found it completely endearing.
“Really?” Sam said, his grin unable to be contained.
“You deserve some fun in Lima before you go. My treat,” Quinn said.
“No, I can’t let you do that. You’ve already done so much for me and my family,” Sam said. “At least let me...”
“Sam,” Quinn stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. “My mom’s been giving me this exorbitant allowance ever since last summer. She feels guilty or something, and it would be nice to spend it on someone else for a change.”
“Alright. I guess I can’t argue with that,” Sam said. “So where to?”
“First stop, Lima Bean,” Quinn said.
“Oh? Am I going to need my caffeine to keep up with all the excitement you have planned for me today?” Sam asked.
“Maybe,” Quinn said. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
//
“Do you still always get a salted hot chocolate, or have you moved on to a real drink yet?” Quinn asked
“Says the girl who insists on coming here the day they start offering hot caramel apple cider,” Sam defended.
“In celebration of fall. You drink your hot chocolate year-round. It’s completely different,” Quinn said.
“Whatever you say,” Sam said.
“Do you want me to buy you your girly drink or not?” Quinn asked, arching her eyebrow as she often did.
Sam silently acquiesced, and the barista stifled a giggle at the exchange.
“Medium salted hot chocolate and a medium frozen caramel latte with an extra shot of espresso please,” Quinn ordered.
They talked and laughed about nonsensical things - summer movies, popsicle flavors, penguins. Then Quinn asked about Stevie and Stacey, and Sam figured he should ask about her family too.
“How’s your mom doing? I seem to keep missing her at church,” Sam said.
“She’s fine I guess. We’re kinda back to just coexisting with each other so I don’t really know,” Quinn said with a shrug. “I should have known that the attentiveness was temporary.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam wished he had something other to say than the weak response.
“It’s not your fault,” Quinn said, and Sam almost clarified that he simply meant the phrase sympathetically. “I’m doing as much avoiding as she is, so I can’t really blame her.”
“I know I’m only here two more weeks, but if there’s anything...” Sam trailed off when Quinn shook her head.
“You said your siblings were looking forward to moving. What about you? Excited for the move?” Quinn asked, abruptly moving the conversation away from herself.
If Quinn wanted to ignore her home life, Sam could do that. Their day was supposed to fun.
“Excited to have my own room and to live somewhere with warmer weather,” Sam said. “Sad to move away from friends like you.”
Quinn looked like she was going to protest his small compliment for moment, but then decided to take a sip of her drink instead. “I’m sure you’ll make plenty of new friends. People would be stupid not like you.”
“Thanks. I appreciate you saying that,” Sam said and thought about Quinn’s words in light of their own up and down relationship.
He had been head over heals about her when everything came to such an abrupt and terrible halt with Finn and Santana and everything. He was glad she had reached out to him later, and that they had finally settled into their easy friendship.
“It’s because it’s true. Just don’t think you can forget about me once you have all your new friends,” Quinn shook her finger at him in a false threat.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe there, because I have no plans of letting this friendship go,” Sam said sincerely.
“Good,” Quinn whispered. “Neither do I.”
Sam could tell Quinn was getting uncomfortable again so he downed the rest of his salted hot chocolate, which had cooled to lukewarm, and stood to go.
“I’m all fueled up. Where you taking me next?” Sam flashed Quinn an exaggerated smile.
Quinn just laughed and let him follow her to the car.
//
Stop two on the agenda was Lima’s local arcade.
It had been years since Sam had been to an arcade. He had always loved the garish neon lights and cacophony of electronic sounds ever since he was little, but it seemed like kinda a waste of money when he could just go over to Puck’s or Mike’s to play xbox or ps3.
As a wave of nostalgia hit him, Sam could not have been more pleased with Quinn’s choice.
Quinn knocked him out of his reminiscing when she returned with a cup full of tokens. “What should we play first?”
“Time Crisis. It’s two player and a classic,” Sam said.
“I’m not really good at shooting games,” Quinn said.
“Don’t worry. My skills will make up for it,” Sam said.
The Lima arcade was a little behind the times, so they only had Time Crisis 3. But that gave Sam the added advantage of already knowing the ins and outs of the game.
However, his edge was not enough. They barely completed a quarter of the game before Quinn looked like she was about to club him in the head with her pink gun in frustration.
Sam decided that their tokens would be better spent on other games.
“Alright, your choice now,” Sam said once he let his guy purposely die.
“Skee-ball work?” Quinn asked, visibly relieved that she wouldn’t have to continue playing the shooter.
“Sounds good to me,” Sam said, not knowing he was agreeing to playing with a near professional skee-ball player.
“Did you freakin’ train for this all summer?” Sam asked when Quinn more than tripled his score for the fifth time. A large pile of tickets had amassed in front of her game.
“One year my sister and I decided we wanted a giant elephant stuffed animal, which meant many many hours of skee-ball to get the necessary 50,000 tickets,” Quinn said.
“I take it you eventually got it,” Sam said.
“Yeah, after we spent enough weekends here that the snack guy knew us by name and would give us free pizza,” Quinn said.
“Think you can still get us some?” Sam asked. He was running solely on his breakfast pop tart and the hot chocolate from the Lima Bean.
Quinn shook her head. “He hasn’t worked here in a years. And I’m pretty sure he just had a crush on my sister. But I can buy some pizza or those gross fake cheese nachos you love so much.”
“How about both?” Sam asked, mostly joking, but knowing he was hungry enough if Quinn agreed to the junk food binge.
Quinn shrugged. “Works for me. Just don’t come crying to me when you lose your abs.”
“Don’t worry. I plan on never losing these,” Sam patted his tightened stomach muscles.
The arcade trip ended with an epic round of Marvel versus Capcom.
“Spiderman has to be on our team,” Quinn said.
“And definitely Wolverine,” Sam said, scrolling over to choose their second character.
“The last one should be a girl.”
“Alright let’s stick with Marvel then. So... Storm.”
“Looks like a good team to me.”
It ended up being a great team. Sam and Quinn traded off the first few fights before the levels got hard enough that they resorted to the two of them simultaneously button mashing.
And as was Sam’s experience with arcade fighters, button mashing proved to be more effective than it ever should have been. Despite never having a set method for arranging their two sets of hands on the six buttons, they always managed to begin each round with an impressive combo involving Storm and Spiderman.
“We’re the best Marvel versus Capcom players ever!” Sam shouted. He picked Quinn up and spun her around when they beat the game using only two continues - a record for Sam.
“Actually it looks like we’re the seventh best,” Quinn pointed to the flashing screen that was waiting for them to put in their initials.
“Seventh, first, same difference,” Sam said as he keyed in Q-S.
“Come on then champion. We have one last important stop,” Quinn grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
//
Ten minutes into the drive, Sam had a good guess of where they we going. There wasn’t much on the opposite end of Lima, and they were headed away from the movie theater which was Sam original idea for their next stop.
“Please tell me we’re going to Comics Inc,” Sam knew he was bouncing like a little kid in the passenger’s seat, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Obviously Quinn already knew that he was a nerd otherwise they wouldn’t be headed to the comics shop.
“I take it you approve of the last stop for Sam fun day?” Quinn said. She let out a small laugh at Sam’s enthusiasm.
“Very much,” Sam said.
“I know you’re pretty upset about the DC reboot. So I figured you would want to pick up some of the last issues before they ‘intrinsically change who the characters are,’ if I recall your logic correctly,” Quinn said.
Sam was almost rendered speechless when Quinn repeated his argument verbatim. “You remembered?”
“Of course I remembered. The only thing you’ve been more passionate about lately was Avatar,” Quinn said, sounding a little annoyed that Sam would doubt her.
“I’m just impressed,” Sam said trying to explain. “Not that I think you don’t listen when I talk. Just most people tune me out when I get into nerd speak.”
“So people never listen to you?” Quinn teased, and Sam laughed. “I couldn’t forget though. Even a casual fan like myself knows that Lois and Clark belong together.”
“I know!” Sam said. “And how do they expect us to believe that Batman trained four Robins in that short amount of time...”
“Sam,” Quinn cut him off. “If we want to get into this again we can, but you do know that I’ve heard all this from you already.”
“Sorry,” Sam said. “You know how I get.”
“Yes, I do,” Quinn said. “Now let’s go pick out some comics.”
//
Sam assumed Quinn’s plans for the day were over when they returned to his house, but she had one last surprise for him.
“I made you survival pack,” Quinn said handing him a small red drawstring bag. “My sister and I used to get them when we went on long trips, and I figured hours in the car with your family would probably warrant one.”
Sam pulled open the strings and looked inside the bag. He could see there were four different flavors of mini Doritos bags, a burned cd entitled “Escaping Lima,” and a copy of the new Spiderman trade.
“This is perfect,” Sam said, and pulled out a book that was buried beneath a pile of bite size Snickers. “Ray Bradbury. Cool.”
“He writes kinda dystopian future short stories. It seemed of all my books it would be your favorite. It’s the most sci-fi. I’ve marked a couple stories that I like best for you to start with,” Quinn said.
“This was your book?” Sam asked, and Quinn nodded. “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome,” Quinn said. “I’ll be back before you leave to say goodbye to you and Stevie and Stacy.”
“Sounds good. And I can get you those Birds of Prey comics for you then,” Sam said.
“Alright. Call me if you need backup when you get in over your head by asking Rachel to help with packing,” Quinn said.
“Will do,” Sam laughed before getting serious. “Today was perfect. I still can’t believe you did all that for me.”
“You’re a really great friend, Sam,” Quinn shrugged. “And like I said. You of all people deserved it.”
Aside from Stevie and Stacey, Sam realized he was one of the few people who got to see this side of Quinn. The version who didn’t have her defenses up or was looking to impress anyone. It occurred to him that this wasn’t the Quinn he dated, and suddenly he very much wanted to kiss her.
“Actually one thing could make it even more perfect,” Sam said just as Quinn turned to go.
Quinn waited silently for his request, and he took a deep breath before asking, “May I have a kiss?”
Quinn startled in surprise at the request, but she quickly regained her composure. “Ok. I can do that.”
It was nothing more than a brief pressing together of lips, but the way Quinn’s fingers dug at his side while he cupped the small of her back made it seem more tender.
And while it was probably one of the most chaste kisses the two of them had shared, Sam knew that it would always be the most special. It was goodbye, I care for you, and I’m not letting go all wrapped in one act.
They pulled apart and Sam embarrassingly realized his eyes were stinging with tears.
“I’m going to miss you,” Sam pulled Quinn into a hug when her sympathetic expression threatened to break his small amount of remaining composure.
“I’ll miss you too,” Quinn whispered against his shoulder. She squeezed him tightly.
At least Quinn had long since learned he was the more emotional one of the two of them. She probably had even expected the tears.
“Now stop crying. You know today isn’t our goodbye dummy. And even if it was, it would just be for now,” Quinn punched his shoulder affectionately.
“I know,” Sam said. “But I have one last request.”
“If you ask for another kiss I’m punching you for real this time,” Quinn said and it lightened the mood.
‘No it’s not that,” Sam said. “Promise me that this year, you’ll do things for yourself ok? Don’t try to meet everyone’s expectations, and just do what makes you happy.”
Quinn swallowed hard before she spoke. “I’ll try,” she said in a defeated whisper that broke Sam’s heart.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Sam said and hugged her one last time. “Goodbye for now.”
“Goodbye for now,” Quinn repeated.
Rating: PG
Length: 2,500ish
Pairing: Sam/Quinn
Summary: Quinn plans one last day of fun before Sam moves.
Author's Note: Written for the third glee_rare_pairs exchange.
Sam was two weeks away from moving when Quinn showed up on his doorstep.
“If you’ve come to help me pack, I will love you forever,” Sam said when he opened the door.
Quinn’s wry laugh informed him that he should harbor no such hopes for gaining a packing buddy. But Sam had always found Quinn’s rare occasions for laughter contagious and couldn’t help but laugh along himself.
“I have much better plans for the day than listening to you drone on about proper spacial orientation and packing efficiency. Call Rachel if you want someone for that,” Quinn said.
“Maybe I will,” Sam said. It wasn’t entirely a bad idea. Rachel, of any of the glee kids, would be the most enthusiastic when it came to conquering his packing challenge.
“Actually, I talked your parents into giving you the day off so we could hang out,” Quinn ducked her head. It was one of the few times she had ever looked embarrassed with him, and Sam found it completely endearing.
“Really?” Sam said, his grin unable to be contained.
“You deserve some fun in Lima before you go. My treat,” Quinn said.
“No, I can’t let you do that. You’ve already done so much for me and my family,” Sam said. “At least let me...”
“Sam,” Quinn stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. “My mom’s been giving me this exorbitant allowance ever since last summer. She feels guilty or something, and it would be nice to spend it on someone else for a change.”
“Alright. I guess I can’t argue with that,” Sam said. “So where to?”
“First stop, Lima Bean,” Quinn said.
“Oh? Am I going to need my caffeine to keep up with all the excitement you have planned for me today?” Sam asked.
“Maybe,” Quinn said. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
//
“Do you still always get a salted hot chocolate, or have you moved on to a real drink yet?” Quinn asked
“Says the girl who insists on coming here the day they start offering hot caramel apple cider,” Sam defended.
“In celebration of fall. You drink your hot chocolate year-round. It’s completely different,” Quinn said.
“Whatever you say,” Sam said.
“Do you want me to buy you your girly drink or not?” Quinn asked, arching her eyebrow as she often did.
Sam silently acquiesced, and the barista stifled a giggle at the exchange.
“Medium salted hot chocolate and a medium frozen caramel latte with an extra shot of espresso please,” Quinn ordered.
They talked and laughed about nonsensical things - summer movies, popsicle flavors, penguins. Then Quinn asked about Stevie and Stacey, and Sam figured he should ask about her family too.
“How’s your mom doing? I seem to keep missing her at church,” Sam said.
“She’s fine I guess. We’re kinda back to just coexisting with each other so I don’t really know,” Quinn said with a shrug. “I should have known that the attentiveness was temporary.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam wished he had something other to say than the weak response.
“It’s not your fault,” Quinn said, and Sam almost clarified that he simply meant the phrase sympathetically. “I’m doing as much avoiding as she is, so I can’t really blame her.”
“I know I’m only here two more weeks, but if there’s anything...” Sam trailed off when Quinn shook her head.
“You said your siblings were looking forward to moving. What about you? Excited for the move?” Quinn asked, abruptly moving the conversation away from herself.
If Quinn wanted to ignore her home life, Sam could do that. Their day was supposed to fun.
“Excited to have my own room and to live somewhere with warmer weather,” Sam said. “Sad to move away from friends like you.”
Quinn looked like she was going to protest his small compliment for moment, but then decided to take a sip of her drink instead. “I’m sure you’ll make plenty of new friends. People would be stupid not like you.”
“Thanks. I appreciate you saying that,” Sam said and thought about Quinn’s words in light of their own up and down relationship.
He had been head over heals about her when everything came to such an abrupt and terrible halt with Finn and Santana and everything. He was glad she had reached out to him later, and that they had finally settled into their easy friendship.
“It’s because it’s true. Just don’t think you can forget about me once you have all your new friends,” Quinn shook her finger at him in a false threat.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe there, because I have no plans of letting this friendship go,” Sam said sincerely.
“Good,” Quinn whispered. “Neither do I.”
Sam could tell Quinn was getting uncomfortable again so he downed the rest of his salted hot chocolate, which had cooled to lukewarm, and stood to go.
“I’m all fueled up. Where you taking me next?” Sam flashed Quinn an exaggerated smile.
Quinn just laughed and let him follow her to the car.
//
Stop two on the agenda was Lima’s local arcade.
It had been years since Sam had been to an arcade. He had always loved the garish neon lights and cacophony of electronic sounds ever since he was little, but it seemed like kinda a waste of money when he could just go over to Puck’s or Mike’s to play xbox or ps3.
As a wave of nostalgia hit him, Sam could not have been more pleased with Quinn’s choice.
Quinn knocked him out of his reminiscing when she returned with a cup full of tokens. “What should we play first?”
“Time Crisis. It’s two player and a classic,” Sam said.
“I’m not really good at shooting games,” Quinn said.
“Don’t worry. My skills will make up for it,” Sam said.
The Lima arcade was a little behind the times, so they only had Time Crisis 3. But that gave Sam the added advantage of already knowing the ins and outs of the game.
However, his edge was not enough. They barely completed a quarter of the game before Quinn looked like she was about to club him in the head with her pink gun in frustration.
Sam decided that their tokens would be better spent on other games.
“Alright, your choice now,” Sam said once he let his guy purposely die.
“Skee-ball work?” Quinn asked, visibly relieved that she wouldn’t have to continue playing the shooter.
“Sounds good to me,” Sam said, not knowing he was agreeing to playing with a near professional skee-ball player.
“Did you freakin’ train for this all summer?” Sam asked when Quinn more than tripled his score for the fifth time. A large pile of tickets had amassed in front of her game.
“One year my sister and I decided we wanted a giant elephant stuffed animal, which meant many many hours of skee-ball to get the necessary 50,000 tickets,” Quinn said.
“I take it you eventually got it,” Sam said.
“Yeah, after we spent enough weekends here that the snack guy knew us by name and would give us free pizza,” Quinn said.
“Think you can still get us some?” Sam asked. He was running solely on his breakfast pop tart and the hot chocolate from the Lima Bean.
Quinn shook her head. “He hasn’t worked here in a years. And I’m pretty sure he just had a crush on my sister. But I can buy some pizza or those gross fake cheese nachos you love so much.”
“How about both?” Sam asked, mostly joking, but knowing he was hungry enough if Quinn agreed to the junk food binge.
Quinn shrugged. “Works for me. Just don’t come crying to me when you lose your abs.”
“Don’t worry. I plan on never losing these,” Sam patted his tightened stomach muscles.
The arcade trip ended with an epic round of Marvel versus Capcom.
“Spiderman has to be on our team,” Quinn said.
“And definitely Wolverine,” Sam said, scrolling over to choose their second character.
“The last one should be a girl.”
“Alright let’s stick with Marvel then. So... Storm.”
“Looks like a good team to me.”
It ended up being a great team. Sam and Quinn traded off the first few fights before the levels got hard enough that they resorted to the two of them simultaneously button mashing.
And as was Sam’s experience with arcade fighters, button mashing proved to be more effective than it ever should have been. Despite never having a set method for arranging their two sets of hands on the six buttons, they always managed to begin each round with an impressive combo involving Storm and Spiderman.
“We’re the best Marvel versus Capcom players ever!” Sam shouted. He picked Quinn up and spun her around when they beat the game using only two continues - a record for Sam.
“Actually it looks like we’re the seventh best,” Quinn pointed to the flashing screen that was waiting for them to put in their initials.
“Seventh, first, same difference,” Sam said as he keyed in Q-S.
“Come on then champion. We have one last important stop,” Quinn grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
//
Ten minutes into the drive, Sam had a good guess of where they we going. There wasn’t much on the opposite end of Lima, and they were headed away from the movie theater which was Sam original idea for their next stop.
“Please tell me we’re going to Comics Inc,” Sam knew he was bouncing like a little kid in the passenger’s seat, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Obviously Quinn already knew that he was a nerd otherwise they wouldn’t be headed to the comics shop.
“I take it you approve of the last stop for Sam fun day?” Quinn said. She let out a small laugh at Sam’s enthusiasm.
“Very much,” Sam said.
“I know you’re pretty upset about the DC reboot. So I figured you would want to pick up some of the last issues before they ‘intrinsically change who the characters are,’ if I recall your logic correctly,” Quinn said.
Sam was almost rendered speechless when Quinn repeated his argument verbatim. “You remembered?”
“Of course I remembered. The only thing you’ve been more passionate about lately was Avatar,” Quinn said, sounding a little annoyed that Sam would doubt her.
“I’m just impressed,” Sam said trying to explain. “Not that I think you don’t listen when I talk. Just most people tune me out when I get into nerd speak.”
“So people never listen to you?” Quinn teased, and Sam laughed. “I couldn’t forget though. Even a casual fan like myself knows that Lois and Clark belong together.”
“I know!” Sam said. “And how do they expect us to believe that Batman trained four Robins in that short amount of time...”
“Sam,” Quinn cut him off. “If we want to get into this again we can, but you do know that I’ve heard all this from you already.”
“Sorry,” Sam said. “You know how I get.”
“Yes, I do,” Quinn said. “Now let’s go pick out some comics.”
//
Sam assumed Quinn’s plans for the day were over when they returned to his house, but she had one last surprise for him.
“I made you survival pack,” Quinn said handing him a small red drawstring bag. “My sister and I used to get them when we went on long trips, and I figured hours in the car with your family would probably warrant one.”
Sam pulled open the strings and looked inside the bag. He could see there were four different flavors of mini Doritos bags, a burned cd entitled “Escaping Lima,” and a copy of the new Spiderman trade.
“This is perfect,” Sam said, and pulled out a book that was buried beneath a pile of bite size Snickers. “Ray Bradbury. Cool.”
“He writes kinda dystopian future short stories. It seemed of all my books it would be your favorite. It’s the most sci-fi. I’ve marked a couple stories that I like best for you to start with,” Quinn said.
“This was your book?” Sam asked, and Quinn nodded. “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome,” Quinn said. “I’ll be back before you leave to say goodbye to you and Stevie and Stacy.”
“Sounds good. And I can get you those Birds of Prey comics for you then,” Sam said.
“Alright. Call me if you need backup when you get in over your head by asking Rachel to help with packing,” Quinn said.
“Will do,” Sam laughed before getting serious. “Today was perfect. I still can’t believe you did all that for me.”
“You’re a really great friend, Sam,” Quinn shrugged. “And like I said. You of all people deserved it.”
Aside from Stevie and Stacey, Sam realized he was one of the few people who got to see this side of Quinn. The version who didn’t have her defenses up or was looking to impress anyone. It occurred to him that this wasn’t the Quinn he dated, and suddenly he very much wanted to kiss her.
“Actually one thing could make it even more perfect,” Sam said just as Quinn turned to go.
Quinn waited silently for his request, and he took a deep breath before asking, “May I have a kiss?”
Quinn startled in surprise at the request, but she quickly regained her composure. “Ok. I can do that.”
It was nothing more than a brief pressing together of lips, but the way Quinn’s fingers dug at his side while he cupped the small of her back made it seem more tender.
And while it was probably one of the most chaste kisses the two of them had shared, Sam knew that it would always be the most special. It was goodbye, I care for you, and I’m not letting go all wrapped in one act.
They pulled apart and Sam embarrassingly realized his eyes were stinging with tears.
“I’m going to miss you,” Sam pulled Quinn into a hug when her sympathetic expression threatened to break his small amount of remaining composure.
“I’ll miss you too,” Quinn whispered against his shoulder. She squeezed him tightly.
At least Quinn had long since learned he was the more emotional one of the two of them. She probably had even expected the tears.
“Now stop crying. You know today isn’t our goodbye dummy. And even if it was, it would just be for now,” Quinn punched his shoulder affectionately.
“I know,” Sam said. “But I have one last request.”
“If you ask for another kiss I’m punching you for real this time,” Quinn said and it lightened the mood.
‘No it’s not that,” Sam said. “Promise me that this year, you’ll do things for yourself ok? Don’t try to meet everyone’s expectations, and just do what makes you happy.”
Quinn swallowed hard before she spoke. “I’ll try,” she said in a defeated whisper that broke Sam’s heart.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Sam said and hugged her one last time. “Goodbye for now.”
“Goodbye for now,” Quinn repeated.