come on skinny love, just last the year
Who: Sam and Quinn
What: A proposition
Where: Outside McKinley's locker rooms
When: Probably sometime near the end of Duets (2x04), before Rocky Horror (2x05)
Rating: G
Something few people actually knew about Quinn (and something she liked to think to be true), was that the one moment of stupidity that made the past year nearly insufferable was just that - a solitary moment - and that despite the allusion she'd created for herself, she was actually very, very intelligent. So, with that intelligence, it didn't take her very long after she and Sam had had their date that she formed a plan, one that catered to both of their personal interests - but, of course, none more than hers. She was Quinn Fabray, after all
Quinn pulled her hair through her hair tie, the curls of her hair bouncing as she tightened her ponytail and let it fall against the back of her uniform. She examined herself for a moment, making sure her appearance was up to code, and laced her fingers around the strap of her gym bag and headed toward the door, pushing the door open and moving into the hallway, observing the football players as they ambled out of the boys locker room in groups, talking to one another. Sam wasn't one of them, meaning he'd more than likely yet to leave. She leaned against the wall of the hallway and waited for him, fingertips playing with the hem of a pleat on her uniform's skirt as she tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.
What: A proposition
Where: Outside McKinley's locker rooms
When: Probably sometime near the end of Duets (2x04), before Rocky Horror (2x05)
Rating: G
Something few people actually knew about Quinn (and something she liked to think to be true), was that the one moment of stupidity that made the past year nearly insufferable was just that - a solitary moment - and that despite the allusion she'd created for herself, she was actually very, very intelligent. So, with that intelligence, it didn't take her very long after she and Sam had had their date that she formed a plan, one that catered to both of their personal interests - but, of course, none more than hers. She was Quinn Fabray, after all
Quinn pulled her hair through her hair tie, the curls of her hair bouncing as she tightened her ponytail and let it fall against the back of her uniform. She examined herself for a moment, making sure her appearance was up to code, and laced her fingers around the strap of her gym bag and headed toward the door, pushing the door open and moving into the hallway, observing the football players as they ambled out of the boys locker room in groups, talking to one another. Sam wasn't one of them, meaning he'd more than likely yet to leave. She leaned against the wall of the hallway and waited for him, fingertips playing with the hem of a pleat on her uniform's skirt as she tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.