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Tweak says, "'Ere, 'e says 'e's not dead!"

Sam Evans (prettynotdumb) wrote in mckinley_high,
@ 2011-08-01 01:17:00

Entry tags:

! thread, # character: quinn fabray, # character: sam evans, * status: incomplete

Who: Sam & Quinn
Where: church camp
What: Barbie and Ken chat
When: 31st July
Rating: SFW

Sam was enjoying working at church camp so far. He fitted the role of a camp counselor well. Lucky for him, he was good with kids. It was just like looking after more Stacy and Stevies'.

It probably would have been awkward working at the same place as Santana if they hadn't cleared the air after he'd delivered her a pizza to her house, but they seemed cool now. Sam had been hoping to talk to Quinn so he could ask her if she was free to look after his siblings sometime, that way he could take Mercedes out, though he'd have to make up some lie to why he needed her to babysit... Sam sighed to himself. He really didn't like keeping secrets. He thought once everyone found out about him living in a motel, that would be the end of withholding information from his friends. But if Mercedes wanted to keep them a secret, so be it. He liked her enough to go along with it.

Sam had just finished painting ceramic crosses with the kids and was washing up brushes in the sink, smears of paint across his face.

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	promquinn 2011-08-02 08:13 pm UTC (link)
	"You have some paint right there," Quinn said, purposefully smearing paint on an unmarked part of his face, before starting to wash her hands. "What's up, Sam? Having fun yet?" (Reply to this) (Thread)

	prettynotdumb 2011-08-04 11:44 am UTC (link)
	"Hey..." Of course he had to retaliate, grabbing one of the brushes still covered in paint and poking it against her arm so it made a purple blob on her skin. "Fun? No way. It's been one giant suckfest since I got here." It was obvious he was being sarcastic from the smile on his face. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	promquinn 2011-08-10 05:00 pm UTC (link)
	Quinn let out a squeal as Sam got paint on her arm. "Truce, truce!" She said, pumping more soap on her hand then continued to wash up. "And yeah right. I saw all those ceramic crosses you pained. I dare say you're enjoying yourself," she teased. (Reply to this) (Parent)